They were all gone.
By they, I mean them. The ones who left. That doesn't make sense, does it? Nothing I say makes sense anymore.
Espeon was the first to go. It was raining, and I was with him. She was with the rest of our pokemon, just eating. And then there was a flash of lightening, the room went black, there was a cry, and the lights were back on agin and it was all back to normal. Except it wasn't back to normal. She was gone.
Next was Azurill and Espurr. It was like before- They were playing, he was sitting, it was raining, and I was staring at the sky trying to forget the things that have happened this past week. And then a gust of wind, leaves blew in our faces, we couldn't see, and the wind died and afterward it was like nothing ever happened. Only something had happened. They were stolen.
And then there was Dedenne. I'd let him out to explore, and Max's fletchling was watching him the whole time. Almost the whole time. It was just another sunny day, when it started raining, not in drops but in falls- giant waves of water that never stopped. We couldn't see anything through the fog, but it was only a few seconds before it cleared up, and everything was just the same as before. Only dedenne was gone.
I searched for ages, ages, while he just stood there staring at me with empty eyes and a blank face. I stared back for a while until I couldn't take it anymore and it came crashing down on me. And then I started shouting. I yelled at him for not being normal, not taking anything seriously. I guess I realised too late.
How could I not have known, when I first saw nothing in those eyes of his? I should have known it ages ago. I should've known it wasn't him. After all, what I called Max was just a shell, and my imagination decided the rest.
They did it.
The Malamar, I mean.
I went one night with my newly caught zorua who I just hoped I'd never lose this time. It was raining, and it was windy, and it was dark, but we went. I had no idea why, I just felt like I should go and I went, almost like it wasn't my choice. But nothing was ever really my choice.
We came to an abandoned old factory, and then I saw him. No, not Max. The other guy. Basil.
He said sweet things about me. Sweet, but the pervert way of sweetness. At least he called it sweet. He said he'd come all the way from Hoenn to see a beautiful Kalos girl like me, only I was more than he expected. He was certainly what I expected though, another of those pervert wannabe playboys who never come up with anything to say. The king who pick girls for looks and act all pervert-sweet, for no particular reason. Not for Kalos. Not for anything else. And definitely not for the girl. Max came from Hoenn too, but he was a hundred times better than him, even in his hypnotised, soulless way.
He was there, along with my other Pokemon, and they looked at me with the same eyes as his. And the other one just stood there with his Malamar, the same little Inkay I used to bake poke puffs for. I asked him if he would do the same with me, but he said watching me play with them was far more fun- and he was right, in a sense.
I tried talking, returning, screaming, crying, shouting, pleading, standing in front of them and staring for ages- nothing worked. I tried petting Dedenne but he shocked me. I tried petting all of them, excluding Max, but they through me off and I had to climb back up. lastly I tried talking to Max, but I already knew it wouldn't work. Why am I still in the past? This is happening right now.
"Max..."
He isn't listening, I know he isn't. He has the same look on his face whenever he was thinking about the next way to beat Korrina when he lost to her twice already instead of listening to me, or whenever he was thinking about anything else. Or maybe he just can't. I am such an idiot.
"Who am I?" He says, in a robotic voice. He's lost all feeling from his voice, the exact opposite of the one that woke me up when Basil told me I was a simple beauty, his toy, all those months ago.
"You're Max Maple, from the Hoenn region. You have a sister called May, and you're friends with Ash, Clemont, Brock, Misty, Serena..."
I tried not to cry at the mention of their names. They were all in Alola now. It was just us, and maybe just me, or no one. None of us were really there.
"... A-and you have a raltz who you've known since you were eight, when you travelled with Ash, Brock and your sister May..."
He keeps staring at me, like he was only a statue, a statue that looked exactly like him, and nothing like him. Water from inside me started welling up, maybe blood, maybe something else.
"...A-a-and, all your other Pokemon, and mine, and you, are being controlled by a giant Malamar belonging to a person named Basil, and you don't know who you are, or where you are, or wh-who... I... a-am..."
The water overflowed and came pouring out, streaming down my face. Tears. Water trickled down my arm from the climb up to here. Blood.
"......A-a-a-and, y-you h-ha-have a g-girlfriend called B-Bonnie, w-who happens to- to be me..."
I leant forward, my head down, staring at the ground, silent tears spilling. I could feel his blank gaze scorching the back of my neck, which was weird because he didn't have anything in his eyes anymore.
It wasn't going to work. It never did.
The ground beneath me vanished. I was about to fall. I couldn't care less.
I didn't need to prepare myself. I knew this would happen all along.
I didn't need to say goodbye. He wasn't there in the first place.
I let myself fall.
But something caught me.
Strong hands were either side of my waist, and I felt something furry on top of my head.
"Dedenne!"
I turned around slowly.
He stood there, in his green top and new Pokemon league cap, his eyes back, his voice back, everything back.
Amazing.
"I'm back, Bonnie."
I didn't much think about what I said next. I stepped forward and hugged him
"You were never gone in the first place."
Sorry this sucks. Probably my worst.
