Hello everyone, and welcome to Golden Rukario's first ever work of fanfiction. Yes, I'm aware that I'm terrible at writing introductions. Let's begin, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

You threw me away.

Now, you shall pay.

You could have avoided your fate. You could have handed me down to your children. But no, you chose the dumpster as my final destination.

I recall a time many years ago when you loved me. I had been given as a gift by your mother to comfort you at night. A ragged plush doll I may have been, but that mattered not to you. Throughout your childhood, you collected so many others like me. I had friends and a great life. I was happy.

But then, as all good things must come to an end, your love for all of us faded. You tossed your stuffed Teddiursa out, and put a stack of strange discs in his place. You once loved him. He had stayed in a special place, on the shelf right above your bed. Now, he has been ousted.

You threw away your painted Rapidash; the one given to you on your seventh birthday; the one you painted yourself. Oh, I don't think she cared about being green, but she did care about being disposed of. Now, a mirror, a few jars of powder, and various other unnamable concoctions take her place.

The Snorlax cushion in your room's corner, he went away as well. He didn't want to leave; he protested as best as he could. But in the end, it didn't matter. Yet another of my friends was gone. You replaced him as well, with an odd, white rectangular box. I cannot understand how that box gives you more comfort than my old friend did.

I was the last to go. You didn't shed a tear as you threw me out. I looked at you with eyes full of sadness, what had I done to deserve this? You gave me no reply, but let me fall into the darkness. I heard a metal clang, and then I knew you didn't want me.

I never saw any of my other friends again, but I will be seeing you soon. I've been endowed with power, enough to destroy you. I once protected you from the darkness. Now, I am that darkness.

I wander through the silent night, restless just like always.

I walk up to your front porch.

I try the front door.

It is unlocked.

I go in.

I wander up the stairs toward your room, and hear a voice.

Your voice.

"Oh yeah, Sam," I hear, "We can go out tonight. At what time? Now? Okay, let's go."

I hear the phone being hung up.

I float in the darkness, waiting with a piercing red gaze.

I hear the door open.

I hear a shriek.

I levitate forward, towards you, my prey.

You back up against the wall, gibbering in fright.

My mouth opens, ready to commit the act.

You see what's there, and your screams intensify.

What do I feel?

Nothing.

You brought this fate on yourself.

You threw me away.

Now, you shall pay.

Yeah, this kinda surprised even me. None of my favorite Pokemon are in this fic. And I didn't expect my first ever fanfic to be a horror-based one either. Well, thanks for reading anyway (unless, of course, you're sneaking a peek at the bottom).

Please review, and please don't flame. Honestly, I can't think of a single author or authoress who likes to be flamed. Oh, and cookies to anyone who can correctly guess the identity of the Pokemon I used for this fanfic.