Fail title is fail~ /shot Uh...warning! This story will contain implied Masarashipping/Originalshipping/Namelessshipping or RedxGreen and implied GreenxYellow if you squint, Character death. This is inspired by a creepy pasta I read where all the Champions either go insane or die :3
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, if I did "Blue" would be called "Green" (LIKE HE SHOULD) and Him and Red would end up together XDDD
Sayonara
Green held back tears as he traveled up the snowy pass on Mt. Silver, that led to one of his….well, now his only his best friend's shelter, he refused to call that cave
that Red lived in a home. Leaf…one of his best friends…was dead…He had received a frantic call from her in which he only heard a scream and then the line
disconnected, that was three days ago. His grip on the bag slung over his shoulder tightened as he recalled the phone call that had followed a few hours before….Leaf
was reported missing, they found traces of her blood, but no body had been recovered yet, Yellow had been inconsolable. He felt a few tears escape at the memory. He
was heading up the mountain to tell Red the news of what had happened to their friend. He shivered slightly in the bitter-cold wind, grateful for the warmth provided by
the scarlet colored scarf wrapped around his neck. Green had finally reached the cave and froze immediately at the smell of blood, which was heavy in the air. His heart
beat quickening to a rapid pace, "nonononono!" he murmured under his breath "Not him too…please…" he pleaded as he stepped into the cave. Crimson, was the first
thing that he had thought, blood, everywhere,splattered on the walls, floor and even the low ceiling. And in the center of it all, was Red, in a pool of the scarlet liquid.
The shock of seeing his friend lying there dead, in a pool of his own blood was simply too much for Green, and he collapsed to his knees beside Red, sobs wrenching
themselves from the brunette's throat. He couldn't handle it, Red was not dead, he simply could not be dead, Green kept expecting for his friend to stir and get up from
the ground and ask why he was crying, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Even so, he reached out to feel Red's skin; looking for any kind of warmth…it was cold,
stone cold. In one last act of desperation, Green grabbed Red's wrist, checking for any pulse, no matter how weak it may be but….there was none…Red was dead, and
was possibly murdered. Green didn't know how long he knelt there, hunched in grief over Red's body, before he ran out of tears. Then it hit him…he was the only one
left…first it was Leaf and now Red…He suppressed another fit of despair. He reached into his discarded bag with shaking hands, to pull out two items, both drastically
different from the other. In one hand he held a dark, green scarf, which he had brought for Red, because the stoic, raven-haired boy always seemed to lose all the
other scarves that Green had brought for him. Smiling weakly through the tears, he lifted up Red slightly, ignoring the blood on his hands and wrapped the scarf around
Red's neck. In his other hand he clutched a gun, the metal freezing cold, due to Mt. Silver's sub-zero temperatures. This, he had also brought for Red, because Green
couldn't help but worry for his friend all alone on the peak of Mt. Silver. But now, the gun had a different purpose. Green grabbed Red's icy, cold hand in his own, and
lifted the gun to his head with trembling hands, wincing slightly at the frigid bite of the metal. He smiled his first true smile in days, "Sorry for the wait guys…I'll be there
soon, 'kay?" he whispered softly, tightening his grip on Red's hand and pulled the trigger.
Yay Angst! -goes to write fluff- I might make this a series of one-shots concerning the other characters deaths...but I'm not sure o3o;