Disclaimer: Although it should be fairly obvious, I don't, and never will, own Pokémon.

AN: I don't really know where this came from. Probably from reading too many horror-fics, but oh well. I hope it turns out okay, this was a spur-of-the-moment thing. To be honest, this kind of wrote itself. The original thought that started it was completely discarded when I wrote this. And I have no idea where the dance came from. Anyway, I personally like it, and I hope you do, too.

Endless

I was hungry. No, scratch that-I was starving. That was what led me out there, in the cold night. The lessons of my youth whirled around my head.

Never go outside at night, dangerous Pokémon come out. Not everyone is friendly.

I had been told that my entire life. Normally, I would have listened, though I was out on my own and had no one enforcing that on me. I would have listened, but I was starving. I thought maybe, just maybe, the prey would have their guard down at night.

I'm a Delcatty, you see, so my prey of choice would be a Ratatta, or some bird. As luck, well misfortune really, but I thought it was luck, I stumbled upon a Murkrow just a few steps into the foggy forest that surrounded my nest. It seemed low-leveled enough, so I figured I'd take my chances.

I sprang out with a Thunderbolt. The thing was really fast, because it avoided it as if it were a Slakoth. I tensed, expecting Pursuit, or perhaps a Wing Attack.

That's not what I got. It wouldn't have killed me. No, that bird sang a Perish Song.

It must have been a trainer's Pokémon. Wild Murkrow don't learn that move. It was probably abandoned, poor thing.

I knew perfectly well what would happen. We would both die in 3 days. Only a Pokéball or Pokémon Center could counter it.

I had neither of those things.

After the attack had ended, the Murkrow fled. I could still hear the haunting melody in the back of my head. I ignored it for the moment.

I was going to die. In 3 days.

At least I wasn't going to starve.

I found that thought hilarious. I laughed like a maniac.

I was probably in shock.

I went back to my cave. I tried not to think about my imminent demise.

I finally fell into a restless sleep. I dreamed of a never ending dance, to a haunting song.

There were no smiles. There was no laughter. Only dancing. Endlessly.

I woke up with the music in my ears a bit louder. Guess my Perish Count fell to 2.

I should have said goodbye to my friends. I should have given my family a final farewell.

I didn't. I sat there, staring off into space.

What did it matter, I'd be dead in 2 days. It makes me sad that I wasted the day in a coma-like state.

I dreamed again of the dance. I could see their faces. Their eyes were dead. The music continued to play.

I woke up again. The music was even louder today. My Perish Count fell to 1.

I snapped out of the daze I had fallen into. I rushed about. I brought my friends some berries. I went and hugged every member of my family. Even my weird uncle Jolteon.

I didn't want to die. No traces remained of the apathy I felt previously. I tried to stay awake. I knew I would dream again. I wanted my last sight to be of the real world, not some strange dream.

I fell asleep against my will.

The dance was perfectly clear this time. They were all dead, that was obvious. Te Perish Song played painfully in my head. They all danced to it.

Another Delcatty approached me. He held out his paw for me to join him. I took it, just wanting the whole thing to be over.

Woooooooooooo. Woooooo. Woooooooooooo. Woooooo.

I felt happier than ever before.

Woooooooooooo. Woooooo. Woooooooooooo. Woooooo.

As we danced, I perished. I didn't care. I Perish Danced to the Perish Song.

I'll always be dancing. To the Perish Dance. I'm just like them now.

I don't care.

Woooooooooooo. Woooooo. Woooooooooooo. Woooooo.

I'm too busy dancing.