Rating: T
Description: The Pokemon's energy would escape if it were to ever open its mouth.
"A cursed energy permeated the stuffing of a discarded and forgotten plush doll, giving it new life as a Banette. The Pokemon's energy would escape if it were to ever open its mouth." – Pokedex description of Banette
I watch the happy children run by. They were throwing water balloons at each other.
I long to kill them.
But my body is not one to be taken seriously. For I am a spirit trapped within a plush doll, and no one would find a plush doll such as I a threat, even if I do appear frightening.
I sometimes longed to rip my zippered mouth open and let my cursed soul free, but I would than never be able to kill them. I would never be able to physically take their lives and I would never feel the satisfaction of my horrid deed.
So here I will sit, in the dark alleyway, watching the children throw water balloons; forever longing to watch their blood drain and their faces turn pale—
I blink, one of the drenched children rushing into my alleyway, and stumbled up to me.
The girl batted her large green eyes at me and looked at me tenderly. Her arms reached down, her grubby little fingers greedily fingering towards me. She must not know of what I am.
She picks me up, holding my large doll form in her arms and giving me a tight squeeze. I suppose she'd call it a hug, while I would call it more of a strangling.
But I sigh to myself and relish the feel of the vulnerable girl who held me. I would kill her soon…
She fingered my zipper and looked at it with interest. She gripped it tightly between her thumb and pointer finger and started to pull.
My 'heart' stopped at the movement. She wouldn't dare!
But she did, she unzipped my mouth and my soul came rushing out, my true form screeching angrily, the underlying hatred and wickedness that is me pushing through the air.
I watch as the girl hurls me towards the dumpster and starts to scream along with me. Her screams are of fear.
It makes me happy, watching the little human wither in fear at my true, ghostly soul of a form.
But I drift away quickly, my wails fading into the wind, and I start to leave to that place where all souls go, where ever that is.
But I still long to kill them.