Disclaimer: AshKetchumDarkSide: Yes, I'll do Mars/Lucas again- they're such an interesting couple. Ebaz: FIVE TESTS? Teachers are evil, I swear to God. And I will. I will enjoy it immensely. *Shivers* Thank you, as always, I love it when people compliment the effort I put into detail : ) And I agree, I love Cynthia's theme! I thought I was the only one who appreciated it. That fanfic sounds great, by the way. And yes. I start on the sixth of September and finals start near the end of June. And I always imagined that your character freezes when you shut off the game. Awwww, that rant was cute. And I tried to find the pic again but it won't show up! ; w ; That's upsetting. Thank you, you're awesome too *Hugs* (But seriously, FIVE TESTS? Oh, and good luck for your viola audition. I'm sure you'll do great!) AND I AM SO LOOKING THAT UP *scuttles off* Hehehe, thanks! I like in-game shippings too. Lol, I won't! It's our secret. Oh, and you can look up the 'Did I Stutter' thing in urban dictionary- it's from the Office.

Question: (As given to me by Ebaz) Who in the Pokemon world shares your name?

My Answer: I think one of the twins in Sinnoh.

Characters: Banette, as requested by Inferno.

Summary: There are Pokedex entries that make you wonder.

Banette

Banette: The Marionette Pokemon. An abandoned plush toy became this Pokemon. It is said to live in garbage dumps and wander about in search of the children that threw them away.

I'm not going to remember you. I'm not going to remember what you meant to me. I'm not going to remember how your face lit up when you got me for Christmas, and how as you pressed me against your chest your heartbeat, so healthy and strong, became mine. I'm not going to remember how you smuggled me into church and seated me on your lap, kissing my head as you would bow your head and pray. I'm not going to remember all those childhood nights huddled underneath our fort of blankets and braved thunderstorms and snowstorms and hurricanes.

No. As I die, I'm not going to remember you.

I'm going to remember the person you became.

I'm going to remember how you let me roll under your bed and didn't find me until a month later. I'm going to remember how the love in your eyes faded as the newness of my fur did. I'm going to remember the look on your face when my button-eye popped out of its socket. I'm going to remember how I forgot the feel of your arms around me. I'm going to remember how I stopped associating you with warmth and adoration, and instead began tacking 'neglect' and 'disgust' onto your name.

So as I lay here, surrounded by garbage and frigid temperatures, the heat of my hatred will keep me warm. Not your love. Not your smile. Even as numbness seeps through my marrow, I'm not going to remember you. I'm not going to remember. I'm not going to remember.

(This wetness on my face isn't due to tears. This twisting in my heart isn't due to pain. It's hatred. It's all due to hatred. I hate you.)

I'm not going to remember that story you once read to me, as we lay bundled up on the couch. 'The Little Match Girl'. I'm not going to think, with my stitched-on smile, that I know now how that girl was feeling. I'm not going to try and hold back the tears as they gush down my face. I'm not going to close my eyes and remember the person you became.

I'm going to remember, through whimpers and shut eyes and snow that is piling up past my throat, you.

And what you still mean to me.