(A/n) One of my friends gave me the idea for this. And if you can't figure out which pokémon this is, it's about Banette. And before it was a Banette, I was trying to imply that it used to be a Clefairy doll. It's pokédex reading is... "A doll that became a pokémon over its grudge from being junked. It seeks the child that disowned it." Rad, right? :D Enjoy~
It used to be soft.
It used to be cute.
It used to be fluffy and pink! It was brought all over town. Displayed in the arms of a child. The child used to dance with it, the child used to sing with it. Other children would visit with their dolls. It used to have friends.
It used to be cute.
It used to be but a happy, little doll.
Oh, it was so cute!
But what happened to this sad, little doll?
The child got too old! She left that cute, little doll underneath her bed! That cute, little doll lost it's bright and pink color. That poor, little doll became moldy and gray! Oh, how disgusting and foul it became! Even its swirly, pink tail became madded and yellow with mold!
The girl's room began to stink!
Her room smelled of rotting fruit!
It was foul!
So foul!
She eventually found that poor, little doll and threw it away! Sure there was no use in fixing it now! So in the trash that poor, little doll went.
It used to be cute!
It was sent to the dump where rats gnawed on its once-soft fabric and bugs lived in its once-new stuffing.
It used to be cute!
And then that poor, little doll did something poor, little dolls shouldn't do.
It grinned!
That poor, little doll grinned and stood up!
Insects and roaches fell out the holes in its side, and rats jumped off its head.
It walked.
The doll walked!
That old and gray doll, walked!
It used to be cute!
It walked all the way home.
It slit that child's throat.
It used to be cute.