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PKMN-Breeder Melody.K.

Now, I present to you, the people reading this story: The Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Pokemon has 50% of your daily recommended dose of vitamins E, B12, and WTF. So remember to take it each day. Notice: Pokemon actually contains 100% of vitamin WTF. Trust me on that.

I awoke early the next morning, not too sure whether what had happened was a dream or not. I looked over at my clock, wanting to see how early it was. The clock read seven thirty-five.

I slurred out a few words before getting up off my bed. Seven thirty-five, five minutes after Sister Carol would normally wake me up. Why hadn't she done so today? I decided not to pursue the thought, and walked out of my small room.

I didn't smell anything in the air, which was the first sign of something wrong. Sister Carol always had breakfast ready by now. I walked into the improvised kitchen, and saw a note on the table. I picked it up as I sat down and looked at it. It read:

"Andrew:

Left for the market to buy some more food. Remember that you have to go see Professor Oak before he goes to Jhoto again. Don't let anyone stop you. I know this means more to you than anything else.

Love: Mom."

I stared hard at the note. Sister Carol never called herself mom. And she certainly wouldn't warn me that Professor Oak was going to Jhoto, because we lived there. Then I looked around the room. It looked exactly like I remembered it. Or did it?

I thought back. I never had a clock in the room Sister Carol gave me. In fact, the only time I ever had a clock was when I was living with my parents…

It hit me hard. This is the past! I quickly looked down at myself, and saw that I was still the same as I had been the day I died.

The day I died. I'm not dead, I told myself. I was here, admittedly in the past, but I was still alive. No. You are dead. And now your past has found out that it can catch up to you. Try to outrun it, and you will only postpone the inevitable.

I tried to determine where the voice came from, but could not pinpoint it. Try to remember this day. What happened on this day? I didn't know the date, but a quick look at the calendar told me all I needed to know. March first, year 106; the day my parents died and the day I did something horrible….

Yes… remember. You killed that boy… his Pokemon… and then you come home to find out that your parents had died; almost at the same time you killed the boy…

No, I thought to myself; to this voice that was me but wasn't. My parents didn't die anywhere near the same time as the boy and his Pokemon. They died soon after that…

What do you think the gods would do to a boy who kills? Take away his only love; kill his closest family; make him regret his choice; teach him a lesson. And yet you turned to them; or to one, and worshiped him even after what he did to you. That is stupidity.

I let the voice talk, not wanting to believe, but at the same time knowing it to be telling the truth. I caused four deaths that day; a bully, who I had wanted to die; a small Pokemon that never got to see the world; my parents, the only people who loved me until I met Sister Carol.

Feed that regret. Shove your soul into it. Let it command you. And then your penance will be complete. You will have saved yourself.

At the cost of myself. I thought bitterly. What god would accept a shell of a boy who gave himself up so that he could be free? That would be a suicide worse that any other.

So you understand yourself? You wish to live longer? Forever in the light of your god?

I wanted to say yes to them both. But I didn't understand myself, and I knew that I wanted to live longer, but not forever. So my only answer was to be, No. I only want to live the life I have now.

Then you have passed this test. But be warned: others will not be so lenient. I could have brought you here to me. I heard a sigh; small, but definitely there. But then Arceus would be mad at me. And I do hate to see her mad. A chuckle this time, then more silence. Then there was a tugging, and I felt as if I were being torn apart. You have to wake up now. A deep laugh, much unlike the voice that was just speaking to me. Don't worry, you'll be fine. And you won't pass my test so easily.


I awoke to a small, bright light shining down at me. I shook my head, trying to remember what had just occurred. But I just couldn't get the memories to come back to me.

I was brought out of my trying to remember by a hand that jammed a wooden Popsicle stick down my throat. I started a small cough, and the hand, and its owner were singed. "Your Cyndaquil... is fine." He said, before collapsing on the ground, singed on the face.

The boy walked over to him and grabbed him, lifting him onto the table I was sitting on. The boy looked over at me, and sighed. "Just what am I going to do with you." He whispered, and started to pet me, avoiding the small fire on my back.

I also sighed. From everything that was going on to the current matter at hand, I had not a clue. But I answered him anyway, "Whatever you want to do with me."

So, yeah. I still need OCs to be in this story. I can cut some down, but not them all. So, better act quick if you want a spot. If you want a spot.

OC General Information Form

Name (and/or Nickname):

Species (Pokemon is a given! I mean 'What type of Pokemon'?):

Personality (Basic or complex is fine):

Any noticeable traits? (As in, extra information):

Alignment (Good or Evil? I need both, but Evil has a limited range of main characters):

Fill this out, and there is a 72% chance of getting a spot. Why 72%? That's what the tallies said.

Any Mistakes? You know how to report 'em.