It was what he had become. Broken, ugly, charred. He was falling apart, but he still worked. The ferris wheel turned, clunky but functional. The earth has to keep turning as everything does. Why did everyone else stop?
Reshiram awoke, swishing their tail around and leaving a puff of smoke. They tower behind N and simply laugh. They begin to speak, and only to N does it sound like speech and not growling.
“You made me destroy her! You made me destroy this world! Why so sad? I thought this was what you wanted. You said, ‘Those who won’t liberate their Pokemon will not be liberated from the destruction I am going to cause.’ Why aren’t you happy?”
He looked down at his palms. His eyes scanned over the scorch marks, the dirt, the callouses.
“Well?”
He continued looking down, a lifeless look in his eyes.
“I’m happy. I’m sorry for disturbing you, my lord.”
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and the world kept turning
Short StoryPokemon (gen 5) AU where everyone but N and Reshiram were destroyed. By who? N and Reshiram themselves.
