A buizel walks on a sandy beach, a bloody katana in hand. Dead pokemon bodies scatter the beach, some impaled, some decapitated, some ripped apart into a thousand pieces. Blood everywhere. The ocean's calming waves as a major contrast to all of the murder that stains the ground of the beach. Heh, I'm already LV 10. It only took a few days of waiting for pokemon to come here, then kill them. Father's magic 'Gaster Blaster' that he taught me how to use is really helpful in some of these situations. A big, weird skull floats in front of the buizel, the buizel smiles at it, while it just stares into the buizel's purple eyes, which is unnatural for a buisel. My name? My name is Violet, daughter of the infamous W.D Gaster, and sister of Dark. Father is wanting me to get to what he calls the 'absolute' in LV, or LOVE, or Level Of ViolencE. Strange logic for an acronym, but it works. I'm almost finished with my daily patrol on the beach, to see if anyone is brave enough to sail to this island. I'll go home afterward, try and pry the others to be friends with me, even though they always insist on being jerks to me.
Violet turns and enters the nearby forest, heading towards a volcano in the middle of the island. When she gets there, she opens an ancient looking door, and enters into the volcano, where W.D Gaster is sitting at a desk, writing a document on a computer in is a hallway to the left, and a hallway to the right. Violet says 'hello' in wingdings, Gaster responding back with the same thing, and turns into the left hallway, entering a cafeteria area. Three greyed out people sit at one of the tables, one having a large head and large eyes, one that looks like only a head from a certain angle, and one being able to take off their head.
Violet: "Greetings, fellas!"
All of the others look up at her, give a disappointed face, and look back down at a paper they're writing on. Wow, why do they have to be such jerks? Sure, I'm different, A LOT different. But that doesn't mean we can't get along. Well if I can't make new friends, guess I'll just have to settle with hanging out with my sister, Dark. Violet enters the right hallway, entering a hallway with three doors on the left, three doors on the right, and one door at the end of the hall. Violet enters the door at the end of the hall, where there is a bunk bed, with another buizel on top of the bunk bed, with darker than black eyes. Dark is writing in a journal, and Violet lies down on the bottom bunk.
Violet: "Dark?"
Dark: "Yes?"
Violet: "Why do all of the other followers hate us?"
Dark: "Erm… It's probably just because we're different. We're not gray, we are pokemon, and ect."
Violet: "Okay… Does father love us?"
Dark: "Of course! After all, he wouldn't take care of us and give us battle training if he didn't."
Violet: "Okay… What you writing there?"
Dark: "Since father gave us both journals, I thought it would be a good idea to track our progress, like a diary of sorts."
Violet: "Ya, that sounds like a nice idea. I'll start that!"
Violet opens a chest on the left side of the room, and takes out a purple version of the journal that Dark has. She sits on the bottom bunk, and starts writing.
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✞ □● ⧫? ✞ ? ゚モチ?
