Boredom: Season 0

The Cellar: Victini

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Over the years I've interacted with Reshiram, I noticed how suspiciously clean their house would be whenever I tell them I'll come over.

  It's a weird pattern. Whenever I don't tell them, let me say it's not pretty; especially when nobody has visited them in a while. Blinds closed, uncleaned dinner plates, crumpled-up pieces of paper thrown carelessly on the floor, broken pencils, disregarded knives and... empty bottles of cooking oil & lamp oil. It's not petroleum, but it's still alcoholic for them.

  I'd go to Reshiram's room & will be met with a strangely unlocked door. I'm not sure if it's my luck or something, but I can at least take a peek.

  I'll open the door & would be met with a cesspool of paper, broken pencils, unattended laundry, blades stained with blood & soul resin, sloppily cutted casting tape, roughly ripped off roller bandages, a few stained small dishes, even more empty bottles of oil, just a mess. Usually, all I'd see was neatly folded blankets & pillows on a modern tatami bed, a drawer with nothing on it, & Reshiram's PC setup.

  I'll check the bathroom. There's still dirty laundry, heavily used candles on the sink, empty boxes of matches, and yet another blade. I'd take a peek at the little trash can & saw a bottle of oil again. Is there something wrong?

  No luck there. Perhaps Shiromi or Shiroshi's room may do.

  I'd be met with the same messy room, but in a different arrangement. Why the same few items? And why does Shiromi have a shattered mirror on the floor? And why does Shiroshi have more bottles & broken pencils? Why is there more crumpled-up tissues everywhere? And why are they stained in their blood & resin?

  I'll go check on the basement. It's the same post-apocalyptic scenery again, but more crushed up bottles. Sometimes, there'd be a splatter of blood on the bottom of the stairs, as if someone fell from these very steps. It may not even be dried up sometimes.

  I'd search the floor & find nothing but the same uncleaned mess in every room. I'd try my best to avoid "the cellar", but if my searches ever fail, I may have to resort to that.

  Before so, I'll go to the door to the underground city, the residence for everyone when disaster from above arrives. Beings are allowed to live underground by will. Once I scan the city, ask its residences, & find nothing, it's time for the cellar.

  I heard many rumors of this cellar from many spirits. Not a single being wants to be there. I'd say the only ones who'd actually be fine here is Giratina, Reshiram, White, and anyone who has hung out with Giratina or Reshiram on a frequent basis. Even then, the latter's a bit of a stretch considering Black's discomfort being here.

  Going in, it gets darker & darker. It's supposed to be Reshiram's "man cave", but it feels more like a dungeon than anything. The clutter will start to become more sparse as I move on. After a few minutes of travelling through the hallway, I'll end up summoning my touch to even see. I feel the walls closing in on me. It really unnerves me.

  After what feels like an eternity, I'd find an opening. The entryway leads to something similar to a medieval tavern with some modern aspects. The chandeliers aren't lit. It always feels like someone's watching me, even if I sense no presence of another entity other than Reshiram. Here, I can finally see Reshiram's oddities they have collected over the years.

  It ranged from empty glasses, mirrors, candles, and more. The collection that caught my eye the most were the knives on the left wall & above a sink. Most were clean & in mint condition, however some were not. Some were stained with that same type of blood & soul resin. The resin, in particular, was vibrant orange in color. Reshiram's resin, comes to mind.

  There, I'd finally find Reshiram passed out on the floor, knife in right hand. A roll of bandage & tape laid near their body. I'd raise their left arm. There's a bandage wrapped around it. I check for their pulse. Good. Keep in mind Reshiram may not be passed out all the time in here.

  One of two things may happen. 1) Reshiram will jolt up, completely hung over, forgetting what happened & completely in a daze; 2) They's still be passed out, allowing me to bring them to their bedroom to rest. Either way, I'll need to help them go there.

  Once I get them in bed, I'll text Zekrom to check on them. They'll come rather quickly & tend to Reshiram's needs. From there, I'll finish up my duties I needed to perform at Reshiram's & leave. For the rest of the week, that moment will linger in the back of my mind until I fall asleep from exhaustion.

  You know? Strangely enough, this just happened today. I found Shiromi passed out in the cellar. Normally, I'll find Shiroshi or Reshiram, but I'd guess Shiromi couldn't help herself drink more oil today. Per protocol, I brought her up & called one of the Zekrom's. I dismissed myself once Kuromi came over.

  Here at night, I wonder how did Reshiram got themselves into this situation. It's such a strange habit that'll randomly happen.

Then it hit me. I saw the parallels between White's "bed bound" days & Reshiram's "drunken daze" days. It was all caused by some rooted internally dysphoria that I can never seem to place my finger on correctly. Suddenly, I remember it isn't just those two experiencing something like this.

⩥Kuromi⩤

What's going on with Shiromi today?

  Her body temperature is off the roof & they're sleep talking nonsense! Shiromi seems awfully ...drunk. I know that's probably why she's like this, but I can't help but shake this feeling that something's off. Why would Victini randomly drop by Shiromi's & why would she do this to herself?

  I laid next to her limp body. Shiromi looks so...docile. I've rarely seen her like this & when I do, I feel this overwhelming remorse. Is it this someone who's weak finally breaking down or someone who's been strong for too long? Why am I asking myself this?

  I feel my eyes get heavy the longer I stayed with her. No! I must look after her! But I....feel..so .........drow......sy.

Maybe one little nap won't hurt, right? I thought.