Hello! Now, to get the obligatory stuff out of the way; this fic is the fourth of a bunch of one-shots I wrote going off of a list of prompts I found, one I unfortunately can't find anymore, based on a story I'm probably going to write in the future, or at least take place in the same game-based universe, featuring prototypes of real scenes I plan to include. So if anyone is reading these after my theoretical series has begun… Possible spoilers ahead. I may just straight-up use these scenes in the future. I'm going to be posting a lot more of these, so if you like this one, keep up with my profile!
This one is very short, I'm sorry. Though I have other, longer fics posted too.
Lillie couldn't place since when her mother was like this.
Whenever they did something that even slightly displeased her, she screamed and yelled at them. She called her ugly and all sorts of other names. She argued with Gladion more and more every day.
Gladion always came to Lillie's defense against their mother; he didn't have to, he didn't have to go to bed starving for her sake.
Was this normal? She thought she remembered a time when mom wasn't like this. Before dad went away. Before she started dressing her in nothing but the same white dresses.
Today was supposed to be her ninth birthday. But because Lillie had displeased her mother by attempting to peek in the "secret" room the other day, she instead was sent to her room without even dinner, much less a celebration, and now she lay, alone, on her bed clutching her Clefairy doll.
"Besides!" She had said. "Cake makes you fat and that makes you ugly, dear. I'm doing you a favor!"
She thought she remembered having extravagant birthday parties with the Foundation staff every year, parties with the best gifts money could buy, parties where everyone was smiling and happy.
She sighed. What did she expect? It was her fault for going where she didn't belong, after all.
But the room was calling to her. She didn't know what it meant, but every time she passed it, something tugged at her deep in her mind.
What was her mother doing in there, anyway?
It probably wasn't her business.
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