A/N: Apparently pain inspires me. Who knew?

I'm listening to more Michelle Branch songs while I type this.

So yeah. I'm hooked on her songs.

They make me happy.

So there.

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Toxic purple bubbles popped in the poisonous bogs that bordered the path of hard-grassless ground. A Bulbasaur padded along the road the small lakes the gaseous liquid outlined; his face pinched up in disgust and pain. His lungs burned from breathing in the air around here. He looked around him cautiously; hoping he didn't run into any more Pokemon.

He'd been in here for a few hours; wandering helplessly in hopes of finding who he'd come for. His mate, a Chikorita; had been lost in here since yesterday. The Bulbasaur had been through -...how many was it now; 20?- floors; and had battled many many Poison-Types to continue on.

He coughed as he entered a new room. Something felt... off about it. A sense of dread took hold of the grass-type as an eerie silence passed over the room. He looked around; but it was completely empty. Pokemon nor Item were in the room...

Except one thing that caught his eye.

When he couldn't quite distinguish what it was, e walked over to get a closer look.

Then he gasped and gagged at what he saw.

A large bloodied leaf lay on the ground, torn and forgotten. Next to the leaf was a pile of bones; they were stained crimson... And a single white hibiscus petal was off to the side.

The Bulbasaur roared in pain now; his heart breaking in two at the realization he'd just made.

This was what had become of his beloved mate; murdered without a second thought by some... some monster. A drop of acid splashed upon the Bulbasaur's leg as he mourned, and he looked up. His leg burned more than anything; but he was struck numb at the sight before him.

Coffings, Wheezings, Haunters, and Ghastlys were floating above the toxic ponds, pure poison dripping from them a they rose. Grimers and Muks were crawling and lurching their ways onto dry land. Stunkys, Skuntanks, Sevipers, Ekans, and Arboks emerged from the other pathways; blocking the Bulbasaur's escape routes. He cried out in horror as they came closer.

His lungs tightened, burning more than ever as he tried to breathe through the noxious fumes emmiting from all the Poison-types. He coughed as he tried to breathe again; though a few of the Pokemon had come extremely close now.

He was struck by a Haunter that'd come up from behind. It ripped flesh from the bone; and he howled in agony as the others closed in, ripping and tearing at his battered body. Blood spattered the savage Pokemon as they killed the Bulbasaur; though they didn't care.

The Bulbasaur wondered idly as the Poison-types tortured him; he wondered if this was how his love had died. He prayed to Arceus his beloved Leah hadn't gone this way; though he knew it was inevitable that she had.

After much pain for the Bulbasaur; and feasting for the savage Poison-Types, the Bulbasaur lay on the floor; barely breathing. His vision was almost completely black; he knew he'd not get out of this. With one final look at the bloodied bones of his mate he took his last breath.

Then he never breathed again.