Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.

Love?

No. Hate. Love is…

…not me.

Hate. Still hate. Need hate. Use hate to live. Need to see her again…

Her? Or Him?

I love them? I hate them to live. I live to see them again? Love?

No! I hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.

I must live…

To kill…

I see blackness. Blackness grows lighter.

I see…an alleyway. Rain. Cloudy sky. Trash nearby. Where am I?

Must find them. Just hate them. No love.

No love at all.

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The Banette slowly began opening its eyes, rubbing its eyes. It looks around, not knowing where it is. It sees tall buildings of glass and metal rising into the grey, stormy clouds. Where was this place? Who put it here? What had happened to it? These were all questions that the Banette needed answers to.

Slowly, it stood up, wobbling in every step, like a Spinda. As it went out of the alley, it looked around and saw a billboard that said: "CASTELIA CITY MASSAGE CENTER!"

It now knew that it was in Castelia City. The name was familiar, like a memory that you try to remember but can't put your finger on it.

Slowly, memories came back, one by one. It knew who its owner. Who they were, and where they used to live. It remembered all of its good times that it spent with its owner as a lifeless doll. It remembered the owner's smiles and frowns, and their cries and grins.

Why did they throw me out again? thought the Banette. No, wait. They didn't throw me out. They went away because…

The Banette flinched, because the memory was too painful to recall.

I have to find them, thought the Banette. I have to tell them something. Hate later.

Do I…love them?

I don't know yet, but I want to meet again to make sure.

It stumbled out into the city, in search of its owner.


Just in case that you didn't get that, the Banette had to utterly hate its owner in order to become a living being. But does it actually despise them?