Chapter 2
Sixteen then One
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokemon series :P and do not plan on making that my priority.
Author's Note: Sup.
He couldn't take it anymore. He just had to end it. Sometimes you just suddenly get a euphoric blast in your world and you realize there's no point. This is what happened to Patrick the previous morning.
Rain pounded on his face. He looked down in terror but also in determination. He could do it. He could end it.
He hadn't always had a shitty life. Growing up with a family of sixteen Pikachus, he was perfectly content. He was the 6th youngest in the bunch, so that put him in a good spot. He wasn't picked on by the older ones, but also didn't have all the responsibilities of his older siblings. Life was good. Mom worked as a therapy pet and dad was a chili dog vendor. Until Patrick's dad made the mistake that one night.
He was out late with some local Pikachu buddies. Work was getting a little stressful, and he just needed to have some downtime. They got shit-faced drunk that night. Patrick's dad was talking about how he wanted to fly to the clouds and then make it sprinkle marijuana. He was totally out of it. Anyways, in his out-of-mind state, he lost a bet to another Pikachu during a competition for who could quaff down the most ketchup, and ended owing money to the wrong bunch of Pikachus. Not aware of the unfortunate event, he went home feeling like a fucked up little yellow ball of shit (which he was) and spent the next 4 hours letting the toilet have it. After his episode, he went to bed and never woke up. The mob of Pikachus at the bar had hired hit-Jigglypuffs to kill his family. That night none of the Chu-Chus survived. Except for one.
Patrick had to do it. He couldn't take it anymore. Living his life alone wasn't the problem. At least not completely. But once his family was massacred, he realized he didn't deserve to be a Chu-Chu. How could he, of all Pikachu's, make his family name remembered, when he was the only one left. The best thing he could do was to be known as the monotone employee of the Johto Plushie Factory for people who were too lame to go out and catch their own damn pokemon and wanted something cute and fluffy to waste their time looking at.
One step was all he needed to cause him to tumult to the ground and end his misery.
"I can't do anything to bring back my family name," he whispered. "I don't deserve to be a Chu-Chu."
He shut his eyes, prepared.
"Whatcha doin on the roof, chap?"
WTF? Why would someone talk to him now? This was hard enough. He turned his head around but it was hard to see the creepy figure in the pounding rain.
"You enjoying the sprinkles? It's nice and warm!" the voice exclaimed cheerily.
"Uhh yeah I kinda want to be alone though so please fuck the hell off, Cheerio," said Patrick, annoyed.
"Aww, does someone need a hug?"
"No."
"Well I think you just need some hugs and kisses to make it all better!"
"Whatever, you're just wasting my time," replied Patrick.
He turned around and suddenly made the move. One foot stepped off the building and he prepared to die.