Johnny smiles. He holds up a Poke ball. "Welcome Friends, once again. Tonight, we have another story of sadness and pain. That seems to be a running theme now, huh? Today's story is about a special Pokémon trainer that achieved his goal of Pokémon master, becoming the most successful and most powerful Pokémon trainer in all of the world and universe."

"However, even with all these goals achieved... he still wasn't able to defeat his number one enemy. Gauntlet Challenges Life. Life sends out Death, Gauntlet sends out Soul." He smirks and laughs, the screen wiping like on the game.

Nothing. I couldn't see anything. Just emptiness. I looked around. Where was I? Who was I? I looked for an answer. I looked at my badge ID.

"..." That's what it read. I looked at myself. I was a dark brown mechadillo with red and blue clothes. I had robotic legs and arm and eye.

I looked at my Pokémon. I had five unknowns and one cyndaquill. The Cyndaquill was in a horrible shape. The unknowns swirled around me, not breaking the formation. They read a name, a word.

"Leave." They spelled. I looked at Cyndaquills poke ball. "HURRY." I was confused. I looked around. I noticed a ladder. I walked over and took it.

I entered into darkness, confused and alone. I took out cyndaquill, holding him in my arms. He used Flash to help me see, thanks.

I walked into the dark hallway, wanting answers to burning questions. I gasped. The light died. I looked. Cyndaquill fainted. I pet my friend, and continued on.

I arrived at another ladder. There was a sign next to it; it read "Go Back." To where? There was nothing to go back to. I continued forward.

I looked around. Nothing but grave stones. I looked at my ID. My picture had change. My soul had changed. Instead of my body, I was armless. My unknowns had changed.

"D,Y,I,N,G... Dying..." They spelt. I looked at my empty sockets and sighed. It's almost time.

I looked at the hole in the ground. I followed it inside and walked down the corridor. It was dark and gloomy and depressing. I looked at my ID. No arms... no legs... no eyes. What I did have was sparks and blood.

I continued on, just floating on. I had more unknowns and half of a celbi; the other half ripped apart.

I looked at the people I passed, ghostly white, no faces; sounds familiar.

I hit the end of the tunnel. There he was my opponent. He stared me off; I did the same thing, only I stare in confusion.

I feel the World collapsing on me. The screams. Celbi goes down, along with Pikachu, both... dying. I black out.

I awake in my own house, confused, and gone. My head is all that is left of me, I'm gone. I see the picture of me and my mom, and I cry.

I leave the house, heading to the obvious white light that I'm meant to. I see him again, Red, taking my place.

"...Goodbye... forever..." He tears up. I whimper, falling back into whiteness.

I look at my ID, I'm nothing. My gym leaders, skulls. I'm in a grave, dead and alone. The Unknowns fly around me. One last thing I can read, before they vanish; one last thing I can see.

"He Died."

My name is Gauntlet. Top Pokémon master... until that was it. I had continued to win and win everything. But, life got boring. Then, I died. I was gone, and this trainer comes and steals my show. I was furious and tried to get revenge, becoming angry.

I attacked him, publicly and privately. I lost everything. Everyone despised me. He stops coming to my town, but I was tormented either way. Then, it stopped. In depression, I committed suicide…

I couldn't beat death, and death beat me. I was lost to a new generation, a forgotten kid with a finished dream. I watched the coffin closed, sealing me... and my achievements forever.

"Gauntlet died, his generation, disappeared. Whatever happened next? No Knew... or cared. I hope you enjoyed kiddies. Ooh, I feel like the Crypt keeper!" He laughs like him and starts to fall apart, the game over screen from Pokémon appearing.