Due to a friend of mine requesting privately for this after reading Colorless (which you can check of course) I decided to write something like that for Ghetsis as well. As I said these two are so different and so similar and I love writing small drabbles so why not!

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Like I said before English is not my native language so please ignore any mistakes or if you can't make sure to PM me so I can fix them!

Hope you enjoy!

Sanity was not one of his most known features, exactly the opposite actually... people found him quite insane, from his own grunts, to his scientists, his own son... until everyone in Unova thought of the Plasma Leader as purely insane. Ghetsis Harmonia was not a sane man, not by a long shot. His mind was corrupted and had only domination in it... only thoughts of him ruling over everyone, everything... of him being the best, the strongest, the absolute emperor of Unova... Continuing his family line... never failing to do anything, always achieving what he was going for...

'I WILL rule!'

'I WILL be perfect!'

'I AM perfection!'

'I MUST be the king!'

'I MUST surpass everyone!'

'NOTHING will stand in MY way!'

Those were his usual thoughts... he tended to have them a lot... but now... he could only think about how low he had fallen... beaten, humiliated... defeated, rejected... alone. Even if Ghetsis was not a man to value human connection... he failed to hide that he needed it. Inside those four white walls... inhaling just medicine, tasting either bitterness from his pills or vomit from trying to reject them... seeing nothing except white... He even started to question his own sanity. He always did... but why now? Why question it even more now? Sanity? It was not really known to him. He was being called crazy all his life, it was an adjective he was used to... but now, between these 6 walls his mind started wandering off... off to something different... something unusual.

His mind even if it was set on his goals almost 24/7... there had been moments that he felt quite relaxed and tended to forget about his forced obsession with power... Back in the frigate when he aimed to be the king... he could even remember now that taunting voice above the roars of the fearsome Kyurem, as the cold was growing even more at the lower floors of the ship that scientist was always smug... taunting him, looking down upon him... and Ghetsis deeply new he was right, he knew that damned Colress was right about how miserable he always had been... how alone he had been... what a loser.

Loser, he never thought that he, Ghetsis Harmonia Gropius, King of Unova, Leader of Team Plasma would call himself such a despicable plebe word.. but it was true wasn't it? He never was a King, never a true Leader... he was just a disposable human being like every grunt on his ex-reign... Ghetsis finally felt the whole two years washing on him as his body laid on the white floor.

He grew tired, sad, depressed... he finally let all his emotions overflow... Tears ran from his one red eye down to his chin but he chose to ignore them. His breathing was slow and heavy, too painful to take in and blow out that the air felt heavy in his lungs... his throat felt dry and he longed for the taste of pills instead of the nails on the wall of his throat... Ghetsis could feel his eye closing... he could feel the door closing on him... and what he just wished was to hear that white coat clothed scientist... that traitor... to call him useless... disposable... defective... to make him feel sane. Such things just when he felt that his life was drained away... thinking like that while dying... Ghetsis Harmonia maybe was truly insane after all... or maybe more sane than everyone he could ever think of.