The Chateau: A Pokémon Fanfiction

The Murderer

I'm getting used to that thing's presence around me.

It has its cost, though; everything seems to avoid me and this place. The yard stays empty recently.

I can't really accept that thing as a friend. Every time I see those eyes, that incident still rewinds in my mind. I just can accept its constant presence around me.

I also don't like its appearance.

Its face is on the middle of a unsightly body. It has short hands and feet, and spikes on its back. It's color is gray, and surprisingly not as dark as I thought.

We spend the nights in the TV room because it doesn't want to enter my playing room.

Does it regret what happened in that night?

Its red eyes are still scary in the darkness. I still need more time to get used to it.

However, it somehow feels better to know that someone—or something—is always beside me.

***

The crow is back in its nest. It had been gone since that thing followed me everywhere.

It stays still, staring right at me.

Perhaps it can also feel that thing's presence with me, and it is scared of it.

I have nothing else to see, so we just stare at each other from the vent-hole until it suddenly flies away.

Then, I see it.

It is just like that day: that yellow bag, that beaver chewing through the tree, that red scarf waving as that person approached the door.

The only difference from that day is my feeling.

It reminds me of Bulbby.

That person goes upstairs, and enters my bedroom. Poppies are attacking, but they are defeated after one attack from that person's Pokémon.

That person just stays in the bedroom, walking around while fighting the Poppies.

What is this? It can't be a training.

That thing stays beside me. It doesn't seem to have any intent to attack, so I'm not worried about it.

I'm worried about the Poppies.

That person's Pokémon seems to be so strong that some Poppies disappear after they are being attacked.

Where do they go?

I can't bear watching it, so I go downstairs and stay in the dining room.

That person leaves after some time. Poppies are staying in the corners. I realize that their amount has clearly decreased.

What happened to them?

That person returns shortly after and stays in the bedroom again. Poppies keep attacking. Even some Kitties start to attack, but they are still no match to that person's Pokémon.

That person leaves once in a while, but always return soon to continue the cruelty.

Kitties also start to disappear after being attacked.

This is not right.

That thing stays beside me.

Could you stop that person?

I mean, don't kill. Just take that person out of here.

It stares at me. I feel worry and fear in its eyes.

What? You are even able to kill. You must be able to do just that.

***

Tonight, the house feels very empty. A few Kitties and even fewer Poppies remain.

Yet, that person doesn't seem to stop soon.

What is our fault?

Even my butler is here, watching this heartbreaking incident.

I can't stand hearing their cries anymore.

Go. Please, help them.

Purple clouds appear from below that person's Pokémon, reminding me of what happened in that night. That person seems to be very surprised with the encounter. However, there is no fear in that person's expression.

It shows excitement instead.

Lunatic.

That thing can form a dark ball on its hands and hurl it to its opponent. Black aura is sometimes emitted from its body. The attacks doesn't seem to hurt much, but that person's Pokémon seems to be sickened.

That person seems hesitant and somewhat careful in the fight. I don't have any idea why.

That is until that person throws a Poké Ball and that thing disappears in its light.

Again?

The ball shakes, then a light shines from it and that thing reappears.

That thing attacks, and that person's Pokémon seems to faint.

That person lets out another Pokémon and throws another ball.

It repeats.

That person keeps throwing those balls. That thing keeps reappearing and attacking.

Why?

Why does that person has to take my friends from me!?

Another three of that person's Pokémon fainted from that thing's attacks.

Bulbby is not even one of them.

All of the Pokémon seem foreign. It is all entirely different from the ones before.

Of course. That person only cares about catching another Pokémon.

Then, what happened to Bulbby?

What has this greedy and ignorant trainer done to Bulbby!?

The beaver faints.

That person lets out the last Pokémon. Yet, Poké balls are still thrown restlessly.

One more Pokémon. You can do it.

That person stops for a while, seeming worried. Then, an attack is commanded.

It hits that thing.

That thing stumbles, then falls to the floor.

I feel a sudden pain.

That person gasps.

That thing stares at me.

I feel a remorse in its eyes.

It starts to fade.

That person screams.

That thing fades.

Then I realize...

I also fade.