Small explanation
Dreaming was once a relieving way to spend the years. Constant interaction, when the brain didn't shut itself down. Always something... Yellow even mastered lucid dreaming.
But after one thousand years, all that was left... was to discover every nook and cranny that her subconscious had to offer. All that was left was herself. For one thousand years, Yellow had to fight her subconscious, in night terrors, or illusions of reality. Yellow was fighting herself. Every single emotion she ever felt was manifest. Warped. Exaggerated, muted, mutilated, and created as a challenge. Obstacle. Obscurity. And even when she won over her subconscious worries... they simply resurfaced, growing stronger. Until she quit. Her subconscious began to eat away at her core personality. She was rewriting herself.
When she woke, her subconscious would not be so easily tamed. Over the centuries, Yellow had forgotten sympathy. Empathy. Love. Emotions resurfacing after her release became overwhelming. The very moment she was freed, she was reminded of the emotions of fear, relief, happiness, elation, love... it overpowered her, and sent her into despair. On her very first breath after one thousand years, Yellow fainted, and slept restlessly until she could finally wake herself again.
Now, her subconscious is constantly active. In her peripheral, she sees things that aren't real. She'll hear things sometimes, and they'll be coming from inside her head. She'll feel things crawling, or biting, or burning, without reason. And she has learned to ignore them.
She's still learning how to experience emotion without experiencing absolute despair. She mutes her emotions, settling for a very mild joy, or a very mild frustration. Anything more summons a torrent of emotions she can't handle.
She loves to see the hearts of pokemon - their minds do not create a horribly distorted vision of the world. But she hates sleeping. She will go to any lengths to avoid sleep. But when she feels her determination waning, she'll indulge on seeing through a pokemon's eyes, and seeing more than a small circle of what reality is...
But after one thousand years, all that was left... was to discover every nook and cranny that her subconscious had to offer. All that was left was herself. For one thousand years, Yellow had to fight her subconscious, in night terrors, or illusions of reality. Yellow was fighting herself. Every single emotion she ever felt was manifest. Warped. Exaggerated, muted, mutilated, and created as a challenge. Obstacle. Obscurity. And even when she won over her subconscious worries... they simply resurfaced, growing stronger. Until she quit. Her subconscious began to eat away at her core personality. She was rewriting herself.
When she woke, her subconscious would not be so easily tamed. Over the centuries, Yellow had forgotten sympathy. Empathy. Love. Emotions resurfacing after her release became overwhelming. The very moment she was freed, she was reminded of the emotions of fear, relief, happiness, elation, love... it overpowered her, and sent her into despair. On her very first breath after one thousand years, Yellow fainted, and slept restlessly until she could finally wake herself again.
Now, her subconscious is constantly active. In her peripheral, she sees things that aren't real. She'll hear things sometimes, and they'll be coming from inside her head. She'll feel things crawling, or biting, or burning, without reason. And she has learned to ignore them.
She's still learning how to experience emotion without experiencing absolute despair. She mutes her emotions, settling for a very mild joy, or a very mild frustration. Anything more summons a torrent of emotions she can't handle.
She loves to see the hearts of pokemon - their minds do not create a horribly distorted vision of the world. But she hates sleeping. She will go to any lengths to avoid sleep. But when she feels her determination waning, she'll indulge on seeing through a pokemon's eyes, and seeing more than a small circle of what reality is...