"Alright bitch. Wake up." There was no response. "C'mon, get up!" Again, there was nothing. "Mom, please get up." There was shuffling then silence. Suddenly, the small room lit up. There was a small chair, a table, and a pool of blood with a body in the center. "See mom, its morning time." The voice screamed. "Mom, please get up!" The room became filled with muffled crying. "Mommy, I'm sorry. Please, please get up. I'm scared mommy. I didn't mean to hurt you." The small figure stands before the bloodied corpse of a Weavile. "Mommy, I love you. Please wake up."
