Dig

The young trainer looked at Froakie, a sad expression on his face.

Why did you do it? It asked.

He couldn't stand the sight of it, that awful reality that threatened to boil over.

Using the shovel, he stuck it into the earth and began digging.

The earth was heavy and his arms felt hot. His muscles screamed with each movement..

More corpses began to pile up around him.

A dead Pidgeot, its insides hallowed out. A human with too much skin in the wrong place, a Cubone without a body.

Was it worth it?

He didn't want to see it.

The shovel went up and down, repeatedly executing the monotone motion.

The handle broke and the bodies around him kept growing in numbers.

He couldn't recognize their faces, and even if they hadn't been burned and marked and bitten and devoured and frozen and replaced and reversed and twisted, he wouldn't even know who they were.

This is your fault.

A thousand eyes and more stared at him, accusatory, angry and glaring.

The shadows hated him.

He had to get rid of them and the only way he knew was to bury it. Deep below, they wouldn't glare at him.

Lump by lump he removed the soil.

The stack of bodies kept growing around him, far faster than he could ever dig. The weight of them around him felt oppressive.

The sky bore down on him and the shadows kept whispering.

At some point the wooden splintered shaft of the shovel broke off.

Why did you do it?

In the distance the bells of the two towers rung, ominously urging him to keep on digging.

He got onto his knees and used his hands to keep digging further.

His fingers bent and became caked with blood and mud. The nails turned black before breaking.

Tell me why?

The entire town was empty except for the corpses. Pokémon that had been spread out across space time. Human beings were penetrated by falling buildings. Charred corpses that begged for answers.

All of them were staring at him. Unblinking, ceaselessly feeding off his fear.

The shadows crept closer.

Why?

Robin sobbed as he tried to dig deeper but only found more corpses below.

In the distance the bell rang again.

Robin began to dig.

His finger nails cut and slipped into the sockets like little worms.

Hungrily they dug and it all went far easier than he expected. The marble-like substance turned into a sponge-like slurry and his eyes sickly popped.

One.

Then the other.

He kept clawing away at them, stripping them of skin, flesh and pulling out the nerves.

Lights danced in front of him. The nerves frantically fired signals without any coherency.

He kept digging deeper.

And digging.

And he kept on digging.

A/N Thanks for reading.