Prompt: The hero is a legendary Pokémon.
What were they doing again?
They tried to think back, but there wasn't really anything.
Nothing of substance anyway.
What there was, was strong emotions. Panic, hate, neglect, fear and an overwhelming surge of despair.
How long had they been feeling that way? They couldn't remember. Deep they seeked answers in their mind, while being in this dark void.
More was coming to them, but as with everything else they remembered, it was emotion. Pain and anger. Being enraged at something or someone.
The dark was suffocating them, each breath being harder to draw.
They remembered their claws. They remembered them being strong. To cause destruction. To murder.
Why were they killing things again?
When they asked that, the feeling of panic and hate resurfaced, though only a fraction of what they remembered.
Maybe that was why they couldn't remember. A cloud of negativity they had been drifting in for so long and finally they had clarity.
With one claw they swiped, slowly cutting through the soft yet resilient material. Creating an opening they crawled forward and clawed at the material again.
Why were they there?
They thought back. They remembered the fear. Thousands upon thousands of wails, crying out as one. Cries they had unleashed for years upon years. Each cry, a different entity, and yet it was them. Before it was a mob of screams, but now they were thinking as one.
They slowly progressed until they could feel air on the other side, as a small shimmer of light broke through, and with the light, voices. Voices of celebration.
They were curious as to what these sounds were so happy about. They couldn't remember when they were last happy, but a surge of excitement was building up as they did a final slash, breaking free of what had them contained.
The color of orange draped the skies as they finally got out, and their emergence may had caused a bit of rockus as the voices quieted down.
They surveyed their surroundings and noticed that they had clawed themselves out the back of a giant monstrosity.
They looked down to see a huge group of pokemon.
A bunch of different grass types in a circle around a bellossom, two reddish orange ninetales on alert next to a pair of grovyle. An aggron was carrying a gorebyss, as a gallade and gardevoir were entering fighting poses. A glaceon gazed on them in confusion together with a quilava.
Looking upon the group they felt anger, but why?
A memory resurfaced. They were attacked by the group.
They could see the injuries of the group.
They remembered how they tried to kill the group, like they had done with anything else. Ever since they were abandoned by their god as their world had crumbled to the sorry excuse they were standing on. Each of their lives, destroyed in an instant.
But they were remembering.
How many were they? So many and yet... Now they were one. Had been for a while. One in body, but now also one in mind. So many lives all combined into one.
They looked back down on the group, analyzing, calculating the damage that these strangers had suffered by their claws and teeth.
"Round two?" the gallade asked, staring fiercely upon them.
The Glaceon raised a paw. "Wait, I think this is something different."
"A Silvally... Huh." one of the Ninetales commented. "Guess killing that thing ended up being more worth it than we thought."
"Did... Did the Beast eat it?" asked the roserade amongst the grass types.
"I don't... think so?" a snowy white vulpix answered questioningly.
"Pretty sure that thing never actually ate anything." An ice-type sandshrew followed.
They looked upon the crowd, not sure how to react, nor how to respond.
They looked at the group as confused as the group looked at them.
More recent memories resurfaced.
How they blasted their strong beams towards them, explaining the trails of devastation in every direction.
They remember the fighting, how the group worked hard together, to take advantage of any openings the group could find against them. With all the pain that they had caused as more memories appeared they knew that they deserved it.
Yet here they were, getting a second chance and they would use it to atone.
"You... killed... us." they said, voice shaking as they slowly got used to speaking again, and even more so with their unfamiliar mouth.
Some of the group went to battle positions.
"We... thank... you." they continued, their voice hoarse and raspy like they hadn't been drinking for ages, which was a fair assessment to make.
"Wait, I don't think I follow." said one of the grovyle as he relaxed.
"You found... us. Fought... us. Then killed... as we had done... for ages..." They weren't sure how to convey their message. Maybe just being direct was the best option. "We... have caused much... damage... As this... Beast, you called us?"
They saw some in the crowd holding water bottles. They wanted one so much, but first, trust should be established, so they continued. "But killing us... gave clarity... Our voices... now one. No more panic... no more... screams, but... A second chance." They pulled themselves all the way out of their former body and looked across the forest. They had been to the edge of the forest where nothing was but void, and this little piece of nature, the remainder of their world, could now be at peace from their terror.
"What are you saying?" the blaziken asked.
"We are asking for... forgiveness. For... trust... We want to... help... you. And if... it isn't... too much... Maybe some..." Their legs gave in as they rolled down the corpse and landed at the feet of the gallade. "Some water would... be nice..."
"What do you guys think?" asked the quilava.
"From what I understand, then they were the Beast. I'm not sure that I like." said the haxorus.
"Maybe, but they also seem sentient now." the snowy vulpix said.
"Seem? They are. The Beast did nothing but attack any creature it saw. I think they are fine." The sandshrew was beaming with positivity.
"I would not say no to getting a powerful ally." said one of the ninetales, with the other nodding in agreement. "We could use them for the other local problem we have."
"I trust them." The lucario said. "Their aura is a mess, similarly to the Professors amalgams. Maybe... Silvally, you called it, Blaze?" One of the ninetales nodded. "Maybe this Silvally is what the monitoring system had called the Unfortunate Ones."
Small chatter erupted in the group, though it seemed to be about an agreement of sorts. The bellossom walked up to them with a bottle of water and welcomed them to the Nexus Force, whatever that was.
"So, Silvally, or would you prefer something else?" the ninetales identified as Blair asked them.
"Silvally is fine. We don't think you would to call us by all our names. We have quite a few." they replied.
"Okay, so Silvally, can you see the mountains beyond the forest?"
"We have seen it many times, but have been compelled to stay away from it, just as the place you call Hub Town. Although that feeling had weakened over time. We had gotten close to you, which is why you attacked us, we assume."
"Correct. Anyhow, there is another entity lurking up there, of similar structure as you were... when you were..." Blair was unsure how to phrase it, it seemed.
"When we were a mindless murder machine. It is fine, we accept and regret it." they replied, as they saw the minetales smile.
"Well then!" The other minetales, Blazewind, jumped in. "Wanna see if we can free whomever is trapped in that bastard?"
"From our first hand experience, what they are going through is horrible, so we would gladly help."
AN: Class, say hi to 'B'.
More on topic, I remember having fun finding a way to describe B's emergence from their own corpse. Of course they just had to do it like a badass and claw their way straight through the corpse of their old body.
I would have had the monitor system call them something else, but everytime I wrote that option an octilery came in singing. Like, they were originally supposed to be the Unfortunate Souls.
-In pain. In need. This one longing to be thinnaaaaaaaah-
THAT! THAT KEEPS HAPPENING! ITS BEEN TWO YEARS DAMMIT, WHY DO YOU STILL KEEP DOING THIS?!