Swampert P.O.V
Have you ever been, you know, wondering? What happened to me? Well then. I always was adopted. Yes, there we go. But that wasn't the worst part. My adopting parents loved me. They knew i wasn't one of them. But they treated me like that. But, what did i do in return? Nothing, i treated them horribly back. I didn't like being adopted. I really didn't. But they still cared for me.
I guess heaven thought of my wish, and took it. I didn't want it. I was out, trash texting my mom. While walking to the building, a Charizard's tail was getting a little too hot. It was burning. The whole building caught fire. It was like, maybe even Arceus decided to burn the world. Then at that moment, I noticed something. The floor my "mom and dad" were on was the one burning the most. Well then...
"Are they going to be OK?" The Audino was trying he hardest to calm me down.
"We are doing our best." She was so calm, but i can see she was nervous. The injuries were extreme. My "parents" were grass types. It hurt me. Then, I just blacked out.
While i was napping, I saw them. Sitting by a tree. "Swampy..." Mom was eating a sandwich, maybe a little weird in this moment. "Come on and eat with us!"
"Ok what is happening?" I said to them. They looked at each other.
"Our lives will come to an end. But we want to spend them with you."
"Aren't you mad at me, you were always there for me, but i was never there for you." They smiled. What were they thinking?
"You, are the best thing that ever happened to us. We will always love you. Don't ever think we won't. We know it is hard being adopted, so we-we just couldn't tell you right away."
"I don't understand, I was like, one of the worst things that happened to you. This was all my fault."
"How?"
"I didn't help you out. I was a water type. I just could have done something."
"Don't you think you have done enough? What you have done will live inside you. What you have done for us, well we will leave that for you to decide."
"Don't leave me. I can't live without you." Tears were falling from my face. Imaginary or not, these were my parents.
"You are the reason we were alive our whole lives. You are the reason we still lived until this time. You are our Knight, knight in the fight. Adopted or not, you are our son. Our family."
Why were they getting blurry? Were they, going? Gone, all that was left was a half eaten sandwich and the tree. The picnic blanket. The tree. The grass. You are our son. Our family. Yeah, my family.