Twitch pinned her ears.
House of Dying? Death? Why had their mother brought them to a house of death?
"This way please," Gloom said, leading them on with a flick of her tail.
As they neared the end of the path they saw their destination.
A giant wood and stone mansion. Old and abandoned. With broken windows and a missing door.
"Majestic isn't it?" her mother mumbled around Lil'. "I came here once when I was young and the place was inhabited by humans."
"How long ago was that?" Twitch asked, knowing how long Ninetales could live for.
"When I was 146."
"And how old are you now?"
"204."
"This way please," Gloom repeated, continuing up the small flight of steps and inside.
Twitch found it hard to focus on everything around her. The creaking wooden floorboards, the glowing lamps everywhere, the pokemon scattered through the rooms they entered. The quite murmurs and stares.
She was terrified. But her mother kept her gaze focused ahead and kept her stride even, so Twitch copied her.
She noticed her mother whispering something to Gloom as the pair continued up the hallway, side by side.
Gloom nodded.
"Go through the door at the end of the hallway and it's the door on the left."
"Twitch, you go with Gloom and behave," her mother ordered, and left.
The vulpix looked hesitantly at the Umbreon. The red gaze was unreadable.
"What's your name?"
"Uh- It's Twitch," she answered hesitantly.
"Well Twitch. It's time you come with me."
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House of Dying / Pokémon
FanfictionI am Gloom. Welcome to The House of Dying . . . Not every Pokémon can live forever. At The House of Dying that is a known fact. The Pokémon that live there accept that, the community built inside the old timber walls live to die with each other.
