I was going to start this chapter with some pointless rambling.
But instead I think I'll just get to the point.
Cults are evil. Snuggie is a Joke.
If you don't see what a Snuggie really is, then you may have a problem with how I feel about cults.
But that's not a problem…
Thoughts of suicide, however, are a real problem.
If you have any, please call this number. (Or at least for those of us in the US.)
National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000
Everything is melodramatic in the lives of the humble. Because the poor don't invent sorrow, they bear it.
Deep within the Mansion…
…Mom… I know that you may not hear me…
…but please…
…I need your strength right now…
My prayer was left unanswered. Just when I thought that I got my strength back, it slips away form me again. I was trapped in who knows where and held no energy to move. The only friend I ever really had in this world was no where to be seen. The cold chain on my neck reminds me that I still had one hope. But not now, and not here. Not when I have no idea where I am… or even when my captor is going to return. Were there others? Others like me, trapped down here? I'd never be able to tell..
The only action I could perform was the Breathing Game. I played this game many times when my current mother and father force me to go to those pointless parties. Of course, I use the term 'party' loosely. I've seen more life in a hole in the ground than at any of those events. I was the only child there, so no one ever wished to speak to me outside of introductions and farewell. In between said times, I spent my time playing this game. The entire point of the game is to breath and then listen to myself breath. It was always better than nothing and it reminds me that I am still alive.
Breath in…
Breath out…
Breath in…
Breath out…
Breath in…
Breath out…
Breath out…
Gasp!
Breath out slowly…
… I'm not alone in here…
"W-who's d-there…?"
"…"
"I can… hear… you."
"…"
"y-your name…at least?"
"Ko…"
"Why… not?"
"…?"
"… I can, understand…," my energy was returning. I felt stronger now, "I don't want to be alone…"
"(… we all have to be sometime…)"
"What's… that supposed to mean?"
"(It means we all have to do things we don't want to do.)"
"Like you are now?"
I could hear my 'roommate' gasp, for a second. By now, he realized that I could understand him. And I realized that I had most of my energy back. I decided to keep my voice to a mumble, despite it.
"Where you there when he came in earlier?"
"(… yes… It's my job to keep you sedated…)"
"Did he say why?"
"(Doesn't have to…)," the voice sighed, "(He's my master now…)"
"But you don't like it?"
"(Who would? He stole me… my master took me from my friend.)"
"Friend? As in singular? As in, you're not wild?"
"(Yes, yes, and duh.)"
"Sorry…," I sighed, "so why do you follow him if you don't like it?"
"(No choice…)"
"You always have a choice."
"(Not with… he's coming.)"
The metal door shifted open. I decided to go limp again.
"That's enough," my captor spoke, "I wish to speak with her now."
My new 'friend' moved himself. I didn't realize before, but he was hanging on the chain above me. He climbed down them and then me. My guess is that he finished by walking over and standing next to his master. The room stayed quiet for several minutes. My captor was probably waiting for me to regain some of the energy that his servant was taking from me. Impatiently, he jabbed at my stomach.
"You, girl," he simi-shouted, "Time to wake up."
"What, do you… want?"
"Nothing much my dear," he chuckled, "Just your little trinket there."
"… why?"
"Truthfully, I'm not sure myself," he stated, "but ever since I saw it I can't stop thinking about it. I want it, yet I can't take it from you."
"… I repeat… why?"
"Again, I don't know. It can be in my grasp," he demonstrated by grabbing onto it, "And yet, I can't get myself to just take it."
His hand slowly slipped away from the medallion. Its weight bounce off my chest.
"For some reason, I feel as if I can't take it," he paused, "without permission."
"… no."
"Not even for your little brother?"
"He's not…," I stopped, "you can't…"
"Then how about a deal," he chuckled, with his eyes piercing mine.
"(Hey, Sis.)," a young Vulpix tackled me, "(I gotcha!)"
"(Brother, get off of me,)" I growled, "(and leave me alone.)"
"(I can't do that Sis,)" the lightly brown Vulpix smiled, "(Not until I see you shine again.)"
"(Just get off!)" I flipped on top of him.
"(No.)" he reflipped on top of me.
"(I said OFF!)" I kicked him away.
"(Come on! You know you want to…)," he licked me.
"(Gah, don't do that!)," I shrieked.
"(What? Can't I say that I love my Sister?)"
"(Not like that!)," I wanted to bite him, but knew that would only cause more trouble for me later, "(And not with me! …Who could love a misfit like me?)"
"(I would…)," my brother plopped next to me.
"(But he wouldn't. I told him that I liked him and he… He spat fireballs at me, brother. He called me Yin Filth!)," I started crying without any regret. "(I don't belong here. Since the day that we were born, you were the perfect child… but me…)"
I stared at my front paw. I hated what I was. I was born not like any other Vulpix. It was bad enough that we were twins hatched from the same egg. That, in itself, was a bad omen among Ninetails. So why did I have to be born pitch black? I was just like that he said, Yin Filth! Born to be the disgrace of the family. Destined to be evil and killed by…
"(But Dad said that our fur will change color as we grow older.)," my brother tried to comfort me, "(Look, mine's already turning brown. I'm sure yours will too.)"
"(Yeah, It has…)," I growled, "(Haven't you noticed?)"
"(Noticed what?)"
"(Mew Damn it, Brother! I got darker!)," I screamed at the top of my lungs, "(and YOU didn't notice!)"
"(Sis…)," he backed down a bit.
"(I hate it! I want to just…)," I bit down hard on my wrist and ripped out my fur.
"(Hey!¡! Sis, don't do that!!!)"
"(I rather be bald than this!)," I screamed as I ripped patch after patch of the Damn Black Fur, "(I'd rather just die than to go on living like-)"
"(Shut Up!)," my brother hit me with all four of his full grown tails. I stopped my fit…
I was stunned…
Our entire lives my brother had never shown any aggression before…
My brother had never hit me before…
And he was crying…
"(Don't rip it out! Your fur is beautiful, you hear me!)," he shrieked at me, "(Mew Damn it Sister! Don't rip it out…)"
"(Brother…)" He was about to cry some more, but he held them back. He regained his posture and smiled again.
"(I would kill to have fur like yours. Because you have that Flash Fire ability: you don't get tangles, you don't get dirty easily, and it grows back in a snap. Mine can't…)," he licked my check, "(You are a wonderful person. So if that Vixen can't see those qualities then he doesn't deserve you.)"
"(Brother…)," I could taste the blood in my mouth now, "(I, I'm sorry.)"
"(Don't worry about it.)," he grinned that stupid grin of his, "(Now give me a smile!)"
I smirked for a second. My brother could always make me feel better.
"(That's the sister that I know and love!)," I couldn't help, but truly smile again, "(And look, you got blood all over you fur! Now, let's fix you up, so that you'll look your best for the festival.)"
"(I'm not going…)"
"(Nonsense!)"
"(I'm serious, brother. They don't even let normal Vulpix go, let alone a Yin.)"
"(If you don't go then I wont go.)"
"(But you have to go. Everyone's expecting you to be there.)"
"(Then you'll have to go with me to make sure that I don't disappoint them.)," he laughed, "(So you have to look your best.)"
My brother took in a breath and breathed out a gentle Ember attack.
The blood that I bled stopped flowing and dissolved under the warm sensation. My lost fur grew back in place. My red flesh turned back to that shade of black. I watched as the grass darkened as shriveled up and died.
It burned…
It spread…
The ash spread…!
The Fire!
Everywhere!
Fire!
Put it out!
Please help!
Hate Fire!
Destroy all Fire!
"Chiiiick!!!"
I woke up.
I was having nightmares again. It felt so real. Like I was really there this time. I could even feel the fur growing on my paws. I really felt like I had paws. I could even feel those four heavy tails, plus my own. I didn't even feel weird about being a girl in the dream. The truly weird thing was I don't remember having this kind of nightmare before.
Even before I died, nothing like that. Then again, no one stopped me from committing suicide in my dreams before. But that second part of my dream, I'm not a pyrophob. And I'm a fire-type Pokémon now. So why was I so afraid of the fire? So many things wasn't making sense to me.
The bedroom that Tarsa brought me to was huge, even for when I was still human. With him gone, I felt the bitterness of being alone. Being alone when you are alone is really not that bad, but it's not exactly comforting to be alone in a new place after a nightmare like that one. The bed that I was on must have belonged to the dead guy they think that I am. He could have died in this very bed.
Well, what more reason would you need to have before you'd get out of there?
"Get off my property," a Noctowl shrieked from outside.
I hopped off the bed and headed for the door!
It was shut.
In my rush, I had forgotten two very important details.
One, I had no hands.
And Two, I was short, very short.
I just wanted to explore a little bit to get my mind off that dream.
That's not too much to ask, was it?
"(Get off of my tree!)," that Damn Noctowl shrieked again. There was a cracking sound. Something outside the room was breaking.
"Oh shit," a figure screamed as he crashed through the window and landed in the middle of the bedroom.
"(Cool. Oh invisible force that makes shit happen! Thanks!)"
"Ow, my head…," Tyrone groaned, "Hey, I'm in!?!"
"(On second thought, I take that back.)"
Tyrone slowly got off of the ground. He checked himself over to make sure that he didn't break anything. He didn't have any glass in his skin either, but there was plenty on the floor. I stayed by the door. Keeping as quiet as I could, I slipped inside the bookcase that happened to be nearby.
"Tyrone! Where are you?"
"Guys," he ran to the window, "I'm up here! Second floor! With the big body cast shaped hole in the wall!"
"We're coming up," Brandy shouted from the ground below.
"Don't bother! The branch I was climbing on broke. I was lucky to swing in like I did. I'll just get the-" Brandy was interrupted by this pounding noise. The sure sound of footsteps fill the emptiness of the house. People were running down the halls. There came a banging on the door, before all of the footsteps stopped.
"My Lord is everything alright in there!?!" Kenda was the first to the door.
"Oh, shit. I've got to hide," he ran, but stopped for a second, "wait, who am I talking to?"
(end)
Well, that's it.
Warning: The following joke is long and pointless. When you spot the section that applies to you, Please stop reading and review the chapter instead. Lack of sleep causes me to make such jokes. The only purpose of keeping this Joke is to lighten up the mood after the darkness of this chap. (even though Tyrone has already done that.) Now remember, You have been warned.
If you would like to make a call: Please find a phone.
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If you are still reading this and are still wanting to make a call: Then get off of the computer and find a phone already.
If you would like to go swimming with Cuppy, Freckles, and Joe: Then make me angry. (no swimsuit required.)
If you are still trying to make a call: Seriously, stop reading this and get some help.
If you would like to dress as a giant baby and walk down the streets of Boston: You are one weird dude.
If you would like to stand around all day as a human statue: You have, like, the coolest job, ever!
If you would like to take a shower: Don't let me stop you.
If you would like to strangle me for any of the "If you would" options: then find a pillow and punch its lights out.
If you would like for me to stop talking:
Then I feel obligated to remind you that you are reading and I am not actually performing in an audio form of speech. Nor do I control what you do or do not read, so if you have a problem with how I'm going on and on about nothing, then that's really your fault here for continuing to read this nonsense instead of scrolling down to the Review button or turning off the computer and actually doing something that requires the movement of something more than just your hands and eyes. i like pie. Do you like Pie? Why are you still reading this!?!?! Umph, Gah, Makamangle!!!! GO AWAY!!!! You're making me very insecure right now!...
…then I wouldn't have made it to college. (^-^)
If you would like to understand my feelings towards the Snuggie: then find a Snuggie and SEND IT BACK TO THE BOULES OF FIRE OF WHICH IT CAME FROM… and let it BURN!!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
If you know where I sleep at night and would still like to make a call: then… (*-*) Crud, guy with Snuggie coming with a glass of Kool Aid... so I'll stop now.
No! Don't drink the KOOL AID!!!! IIIIIIEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!…….