The metal door screeched as the thick steel bent, but by some unknown chance, Nurse Joy, the chanseys, or any other human did not awake.
From the last room, Midnight knew to be ready. But nothing could have prepared her for this.
Almost none of the pokemon stirred, even fewer were truly asleep. As their bodies died, their minds stayed active, aware of their slow death.
(Hello) they whispered, like wind rustling dry leaves. (We know you)
(Will you, Night, end it now?)
(It would be fitting, after all)
(Yes. Night is a good time for birth)
Midnight looked at them mournfully. They were, for all purposes, already dead. They still breathed, and blood still flowed, but not by their own power, or by their own wish to live.
Yet, if the humans found out...the door was broken, but if she helped them, it would be clearer who did it.
But machines can fail, after all.
She could not leave them like this.
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Midnight's Story
FanfictionA girl named Midnight goes out to be a trainer. She meets Mewtwo who she tries to catch. He doesn't like that so he decides to let her see how pokemon feel about being caught and trained firsthand. Not quite an original trainer story. I wrote this a...
