First, a few words on this series of drabbles, oneshots, whatever you wanna call them.
You've probably been afraid of something once in your life, right? Maybe even a certain Pokemon scares you, or you might think that if it was real, it'd be scared of you too. But have you ever thought about what Pokemon themselves are scared of? This is where this series of short stories comes from. I wanted to think about fears that Pokemon themselves might have, and BAM. Instant story idea.
She opened her red eyes. The place she was in had gingham walls and a horrid chocolate aroma. And it seemed big, far too big. Or at least far too big for a little Cherubi.
The smell was far too strong and her feet were frozen in place. The substance felt like tar, but was it tar? She didn't know.
Her little body shivered and so did her stem. Her tiny appendage, however, did not shake. It remained deathly still. Almost too deathly still.
Then, a horrendous sound made her jolt in place. It was creaking hinges and metal scraping against wood; footsteps against linoleum and clattering of silverware. The poor Cherubi's heart almost exploded out of her body and onto the tar beneath her.
A looming shadow came closer and closer toward her with a gleaming silver object clutched in its hand. The small Cherubi had to close her eyes. She was too scared to watch what would happen next.
Before she could let out any manner of noise, she and the tar beneath her were scooped up like gravel. Then, they were shoved into a deep and dark and moist abyss. She was chewed up like cud, and then swallowed like a pill.
Little did the poor Cherubi know that she was nothing more than The Cherry on Top...
"The small ball holds the nutrients needed for evolution. Apparently, it is very sweet and tasty."