Hateful lashed out with his hind-legs, catching Terror the Houndoom in the side. He yelped and tucked his forked tail between his legs.
"What did I do?" he whimpered.
"You came up behind me," Hateful answered. "As Third Keeper you are suspected of planning to overthrow me and claim my rank for your own."
"What?" Terror howled as Hateful kicked him again. "I don't want your rank! I'm perfectly fine being Third Keeper!"
"Quit whining!" he ordered. "I'm in charge of you! And I say that you are a suspect! The only way to make sure you know who's in charge is if I-"
"If you what Hateful?"
Gloom padded into the Keeper's Room, her red gaze unreadable.
"If, I beat you into submission," he said, his ego deflating slightly.
"You won't do any such thing. Terror has done nothing wrong and punishments here do not involve beating the one at fault."
"And what gives you the power to challenge me Gloom? You're only Second Keeper," Hateful spat.
"Don't provoke me Hateful," Gloom warned. "It ends badly for those who do. I may be Second Keeper, but you know who's paws hold the power."
Hateful felt himself giving in to Gloom's threat.
Her lack of reaction to everything unnerved him greatly. She never showed fear or anger or sadness or anything. Her body was nothing but a mask of acceptance. He never knew if he was successfully assuring dominance over her or if he was provoking her or breaking her down. He couldn't tell anything about her. Maybe it was how she was able to control all the others without brute force.
"Terror. Walk with me."
The cowardly Houndoom crept past him and scurried after Gloom. He glared after them.
Terror's name was a joke, how had the spineless yellow-bellied smoke breather even managed to evolve?
He probably ran for his life his mind said scornfully. Only powerful pokemon should have the ability to evolve. And the power that's here in the death house. Gloom doesn't deserve it. Her power should belong to me and me alone. I was made First Keeper, that power is my right!
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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.
