"Ah! Gloom I'm so sorry I fell asleep! I was just so tired! I'm so sorry!"
"Don't Amaya," Gloom said. "Hateful is to blame for this, not you."
She rolled one of the fruits she'd taken from the pile towards the Absol.
"Thanks," Amaya murmured.
"Why does everyone look like they don't like Gloom?" Twitch asked as the Umbreon padded off.
"Gloom is the second highest ranking Keeper here," Glazed answered. "She is trusted by the High One to make the choices and decisions for the community. Not even the First Keeper is allowed to do that."
"And she's a bit different to the others when it comes to how things go around here," added Shiver. "Every Keeper has to be accepting of the deaths that happen. Even the deaths of someone close to them. But they still show feelings about it. Gloom . . . Never shows any emotion. She can help bury a pokemon and feel nothing about the situation whatsoever. And she never really seems to care deeply for anyone or anything."
"It's why the High One put her in charge of us. To try and have her be more open to what's around her. So far, it hasn't made a difference. She's as reserved as ever."
"So they don't like her because she's important to the 'High One' and she is strangely accepting of death," Twitch summed up.
"Yeah," Shiver said, looking over at Gloom. " But she's important to the community. And she's important to us."
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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.
