She had been providing for everyone all day. There had been next to no time for herself, with all the rushing to and fro. Everyone was asking for her at once; it was a nightmare to complete their requests. The Blissey sighed, dropping to the floor outside of yet another hospital room.
She'd had enough. Exhausted, hungry and thirsty, she wanted nothing more than to relax. Though, that seemed like an impossible dream. Even as she rested, she heard the call for assistance. It made her wonder where the nurses were. Every time they had been there for her, and now they were not. Possibly they were caught up in their own problems, dealing with Pokemon patients as she dealt with the human ones.
Blissey were generally considered the feel-good creature. The one that could bring about happiness and joy with only the gift of an egg. However, with their heightened sense for knowing when a person was unhappy, they would often end up with hard-to-face problems. One of which was that of the pink and white Pokemon traversing for many miles to meet up with the person that they had sensed the unhappiness from. Although they could tell, through their fur, of negative emotions from a short distance, the instant they picked up on such feelings they would grow determined to follow that person to the ends of the planet in order to rid them of their negativity.
It was for the lack of this particular sense that this Blissey was chosen. Without that sensitivity there, she was free to continue her work without the nagging feeling of wanting to go look for an unhappy patient.
However, she herself was losing her chipper attitude. With each day that passed, she grew more and more worried about that. She was spending more and more time away from them. It greatly upset her.
Her work had to continue, though, and he was dragged from one area of the hospital to the other, either by the calls of close patients, or from spoken messages from one of only two working Chansey.
Finally, day turned to night, and things calmed down enough for her to divert her attention from the humans to food, water and rest.
She had graciously accepted a cup of water from one of her associates, then headed for the stairs.
Now, there was one thing that struck many a marsupial Pokemon upon seeing her. This particular Blissey not only did not have that particular negative-alerting charge to her fur, but also had no egg to speak of.
It was unknown to all, except herself, as of why she did not carry one. Many of the Chanseys and a couple of the Blisseys spoke of it with each other; wondering to each other why she did not keep an egg with her at all times. They all did, then why didn't she?
Now, she stepped out onto the lowest section of the hospital; the basement. She had finished her drink and had disposed of the styrofoam cup in the correct way. Her hunger had been quenched due to the kindness of a particular rose-coloured Chansey, giving her her own share of the berries she carried.
The Blissey could now look to her true task.
Taking care of the patients may be rewarding in its own way, but compared to them it was nothing.
She veered away from the main, dimly-lit hall and into one of the old, dusty rooms.
The door creaked open, echoing loudly within the small room.
She stepped in.
As soon as her eyes adjusted, she marvelled at them. The pile of carefully placed eggs almost reached to the ceiling, each blanketed in warm cloth.
She loved each and every one of them. Hated the fact that the other Chanseys and Blisseys of the workplace kept their eggs with them to be eaten by the humans.
It was terrible; horrific. Such a thing she couldn't bare to do.
She padded over to them and sat down, watching the eggs endearingly. In this way she remained, for almost an hour, before she could hear the calls for assistance once more.
She sighed and left; in her hurry forgetting to close the door. It hung open welcomingly, as she retreated back upstairs. A figure neared the entrance, then stepped inside.
The Blissey was caught up in her work for some time, however she had began to notice, during the end of her schedule, how quiet the hospital had become. There was usually moans of pain, usually cries. Where had the noise gone?
She soon found out.
A Chansey stood close to the bed of one of the sick, an egg in her grasp, and not one of her own. It shone with life, before she urged the man to eat it.
The Blissey felt sick, she glared at the Pokémon, mentally screaming at her, then marched forward. She forcefully grabbed hold of the Chansey and dragged her away, taking her back down the stairs and down into the basement.
She pushed her through the open door, slamming it shut behind her. She turned around.
"That egg belonged to me," she growled. "You gave it away."
"It makes the patients happy," the Chansey replied, eyeing the larger Pokémon warily. "They need the help."
"No!" the Blissey snapped. "They. Belong. To. Me. All of those eggs do. They are vibrant with life. I'm not filled with stupidity like you and the rest of those idiotic nurses. Those eggs, that you gave away, have children growing inside them, and you killed them."
The Blissey stepped forwards, jabbing a paw at the Chansey. The Chansey stepped back.
"I'll make you repent," the Blissey growled. "I'll make you pay."
A shrill scream reverberated down the corridor.
The Blissey stood outside of the egg room, blood soaking through her fur. She was not yet done. ... There was a second clutch of eggs that had failed to bring life. The toxic they held was enough to kill them all.
A cruel smile lit up her features.
They would repent for their deeds.
Pokédex Entry 1: Blissey senses sadness with its fluffy coat of fur. If it does so, this Pokémon will rush over to the sad person, however far they may be, to share an egg of happiness that brings a smile to any face.
Pokédex Entry 2: It has a very compassionate nature. If it sees a sick Pokémon, it will nurse the sufferer back to health.
Pokédex Entry 3: Anyone who takes even one bite of Blissey's egg becomes unfailingly caring and pleasant to everyone.
