This short story is the sequel to That Longing Sustenance. Though it is not as well written (kinda got lazy at the end) it still should be read. Though I warn you there is a fair bit of blood and violence in this one. (Possibly you can even say hyper realistic blood...) Enjoy and don't get too creeped out if it is creepy.
Journal Entry 1
Well my trainer did this before so I suppose as respect I should follow. I'm writing this on the cavern walls to tell all the other Pokémon that come to Reversal Mountain one thing: Don't come into this cave!
Why you may ask? Well I don't need to answer that right now. All I'm telling you right now is that I'm trapped in Reversal Mountain right now.
Well that and I suppose a little introduction to would be needed. I am an Emboar or my trainer would often call me Caro. And I suppose that is all I'll be writing out for today. I'm hungry now from all this writing; I'll just get some food my trainer left for me.
Journal Entry 2
Me and my trainer were pretty cool with each other. I definitely remember him picking me up at that lab as a little Tepig. It was just after I lost my parents to that awful Rhydon. I rather not write about that now though.
Anyway I pretty much love my trainer. He gave me a lot of awesome things even after my parents left. He gave me food when I was really hungry. He would take me to the Pokémon Center whenever I wasn't well. And he definitely gave me a lot of hugs. In a way I suppose you could classify us as brothers or even stronger than that.
That's probably why I trust him so much. Shame he ain't here for me tell him that but he sure doesn't understand my Pokémon speech.
Oh man, my stomach is growling again. I think I've been writing for too long. Im'a go eat the leftovers I was been eating before.
Journal Entry 3
I really have been looking for an exit to this cave. Everywhere I turn there is a dead end in this dank ass cave. I tried my best to break through it but the rocks are just too dense. This cave is fucking awful. It's extremely dark in here; the only thing giving light was my flame beard. It also smells foul just to the point sometimes where I feel sick.
Journal Entry 4
I think now is the best time than ever to tell you guys the truth. My trainer is dead…
Pretty messed up ain't it? The only person I had to look out for me is dead. I fucking can't believe it really. You don't know how much I cried my eyes out. I cried so much that my eyes started to sting from pain. They just kept on rolling until they reached my beard where they would evaporate.
It doesn't matter anyway. What happened can't be undone? I just gotta survive! With the food my trainer left me I won't starve. So I still have a chance to get out of this horrible cave. But for right now I'm done writing; I need to eat.
Journal Entry 5
I think I am really starting to lose more than just my patience with this cave! I haven't spoken to a single person in what has felt like days. This solitude is deadly. It makes me start thinking. I think about things that I thought I pushed into the crevices of my mind. But apparently they keep on floating back, and these thoughts just make me feel…
Numb.
Journal Entry 6
I keep seeing the same scene. The same scene of when I slaughtered my own trainer out of hunger.
Journal Entry 7
Me and my trainer were at the end of the rope. We were starving and dying of thirst in this distorted cave. So my trainer came up with this "game" if you wanna call it that. The loser ate the winner. And give a good guess who won…
Fuck, I gotta stop writing. I'm crying again and I don't want to ruin the blood smeared from my writing…
Journal Entry 8
Now every time I wake up to the time I close my eyes I see it. I see my trainer's corpse just staring lifelessly at me. His left eye was slacked lifelessly while the right was gone. I ripped that one out of his eye socket and ate it. Most of the eyeball melted in my mouth like a Popsicle. The only difference it had iron taste probably from the blood.
I remember how all of this went down with clear description. I threw rock while he threw scissors at the same time. At first it didn't process in my mind, I was going hysterical. But all my trainer did was smile at me. Why in the world was he smiling?! I was goanna have to kill my best friend, how is that even in the slightest funny?!
Afterword he turns away from me and pulls out that audio recorder. Even with a swollen tongue and cracked lips he continues to speak in that machine, just like at the beginning of this.
I don't know what happened to me. I just snapped! Was it from the stress of having to kill my best friend or was it from this tortuous cave in general? I don't know and I don't care. Either way I use Giga Impact on my trainer, slamming all 330 pounds of Pokémon against his chest. It sent my trainer hurtling into the nearby cavern walls, immediately dropping his recorder in the fray.
He was still alive and quite awake from the impact. My trainer was slumped against the cave walls, gasping desperately for air as he looked at the cavern ceiling. He was grabbing his chest tightly; the attack must have broken a couple of his ribs and maybe even pierced his lungs. He was trembling like a Magikarp using Splash outside of water. His legs were twisted like a Noctowl's head and his calf bone in both of his legs had actually pierced his flesh.
I would have felt like complete shit if I was in the right mind and did that but sadly I wasn't.
All I wanted to do then and there was to eat.
So I walk on over to my trainer and plop myself right on his stomach. He instantly coughs up some blood onto his face. I knew for sure know I had done some sort of internal damage to his lungs.
I look at him one last final time before I use my right claw and slice open my trainer's chest…
Journal Entry 9
It is probably the greatest feeling in the world to eat after being very hungry. Just biting into my trainer's liver tasted so good! I got so excited that while I was trying to eat his liver I cooked it. It actually tasted a whole lot better than eating it raw! The only problem was that intentionally doing that would waste time and I didn't want to do that. It was great to have a full belly after so long. The only problem was the big messed it caused. Blood had spilled all over me; from head to toe I was covered in my trainer's vital fluid.
But even after eating, I still had this longing hunger. It never went away after my first bite.
Journal Entry 10
Every part of my trainer's body was important to me. Nothing went to waste. His bones were used as toothpicks when bits of his flesh got stuck between my teeth. His juices whenever they were spilled onto the cold floor I would lick up every ounce of it. His organs I would savor every delicious bite I would take from them. Nothing went to waste, especially his heart.
That was the only organ, I kept myself from eating. His heart meant something to me. Every time I looked at it or squeezed it between my claws it motivated. It motivated me to keep going.
Journal Entry 11
I can't believe it. I ate all of my trainer already. All that was left now were the inedible stuff like his bones and hair.
This can't be happening. The worst part is that I am still hungry. But I gotta keep looking. For my trainer…
Journal Entry 12
I ate my trainer's heart. I was so hungry, the pain was crippling. What other choice did I have huh?!
The bloody writing from here on stops by holes in the wall. It looked like something punched the cavern wall multiple times out of frustration.
Journal Entry 13
The writing from here on in is very hard to read. It seems like it was in a rush to write it.
Saw an Excadrill but it attacked me. Didn't have enough strength to fight back. Escaped but I am bleeding badly. Ironic, ain't it. I'll die in here, just like my trainer…
The writing from then on stops. What is left is a trail of blood leading off into the darkness of the cave. In the background the sound of pincers slicing open flesh.
Creepy ain't it? Probably not but whatever. Just remember you can submit your story ideas through private messaging and reviews. Thanks!