Pokemon Virus Version Chapter 82: Story of the Forgotten Doll
Author's Note: It was an unceremonious break I took, kind of due to the lack great fanfics lately, to be completely honest. There IS one OC journey fic that I suggest you guys check out. If you haven't already read Minero Region Adventures by Justy1993, I highly recommend it. You can tell how his writing style develops as you get deeper into the story, and as a result, the later chapters become more consistent.
Now for me: I'm looking for some more good Pokemon fics out there that I could start reading. It would be highly appreciated if you would suggest some to me.
Ariel's POV
At first, when I was engulfed by the darkness, that was all I saw: darkness. But now, I was neither in the darkness nor the light. i was in between. Two wings have sprouted from my back, but they were each of a different color. One was as white as the wings of a Swanna flying up to the heavens, and the other...the other wing was as black as the wings of my 'Angel of Death'. Did the darkness of the black wings represent the other place, down there? Light or darkness? Was it really my decision? Silly...I've had my whole life to decide through my actions. I thought about my last moments of life...
"Was it wrong, what I did? I was given the gift of life, and threw it all away. Thinking this, some of the light on my white wing began to turn into darkness. I started to descend into the darkness as the light of Heaven began to distance itself. "But...my intentions were pure?"
Has Amy descended into the darkness? I frowned as I realized how absurd the thought was, "No. Amy wouldn't be down there. She's an 'Angel'..." But if Amy's up there, and I'm on the brink of going 'down there'...
...I never thought Heaven of all places would be a nightmare, the way it was distancing itself from me...I was so close, yet so far from feasting my eyes on my sister's soul...
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Rose's POV
I remember leaving behind a father who thought of me as a tool, rather than a beloved daughter. I remember the day I ran away from a Brother who struck me. I was running with a broken heart. I have not seen Father or Brother since leaving them behind, but now, more than ever, I wanted them by my side.
I was not sure whether of not I had moved on to the next life. I ran after whom I thought was like a sister, because I did not wish to be alone. But in this Night Shade nightmare, even with Angel by my side, alone was all I felt.
I was descending into the place that was not Heaven. Perhaps the darkness could just smother me right here.
"Now I have lost Ariel..."
I wonder how lonely Mother Flora has felt since I left the organization? I can blame the organization for the amount of hatred and pessimism in the world, but could I blame them for me becoming the lonely outcast I am now? No, I have brought upon myself the issue of breaking down in front of strangers, and in a complex network of interrelated forces beyond my control, that fear of strangers has ultimately led to the self inflicted death of Ariel.
Beyond my looks, was I anything like the sister of Ariel?
"No..." I answered to myself. "No." I was told that Amy was not emotionally fragile, unlike me, "No! I cannot be Amy! She cannot be me!"
"...The girl I've come to know and love isn't here..."
"Huh?" Descending into the darkness, my attention was caught by a voice that I felt was very close.
"She's an Angel resting in the heavens, and I'm unable to join her because..." There was a pause as the darkness began to clear, making way for...For the evil doll. The broken Mime Jr was frowning, and tears were dripping from those woven eyes "...Because I am darkness itself, I am neither alive, or dead. I'm just..."
The doll once again paused as the both of us landed, and I was shocked when I took a look at my surroundings. There was no longer a moon in the darkness...the darkness of a murky haven filled with nothing but buried crosses and tombstones, which stood on a ground that was no longer decorated with grass and roses. This place, the place that was not Heaven, it was a deathly hollow. It was so empty, and I was so alone...
"I am broken..." The doll finished, "Broken and alone."
"Alone..." I said to myself as I walked over and toward a tombstone. It was dusty, but not much of a bother since I always wore white gloves, so I began to wipe the dust away completely...Why was I doing this?
Getting a glimpse at what was written on the tombstone, I trembled as I fell to my knees in this nightmare.
It read: Here lies Rose of the virus. Rest peacefully in this eternal graveyard.
"Dead..." I became mentally paralyzed as tears began to fall from my eyes, "I am not dead. I am not dead dead! This cannot be!"
"But now.." What good would it do to run away from the approaching evil doll? It was already too late for me... "But now, I am no longer lonely, because you're with me ,Amy. You're here with me to stay, in HELL!"
"AAAAHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but my voice was not heard. I was so severely frightened that I began to temporarily lose my keen sense of formal speaking. I cried and cried for the evil doll to get away from me. "No! Stay away! Stay away! I..." I was so torn apart on the inside. Realizing there was nothing I could do at this point, I forced my voice to calm down, "I'm alone..."
"But Amy..." Once more, I was called by that name, and after seemingly pausing to think, the look of sorrow on the evil doll turned into a look of anger, "We're both alone, yet you're the only one pushing me away! I see how it is...I saw you when you broke down in front of all those people...In Autumn Town. You cry about being alone, yet when people are finally in your presence, you choke...Yes, I've figured out YOUR living Hell, and if you don't want me, Amy..."
I stood guard as the arms of the doll started to wave around. The eyes of the doll were fixated on me as...as the surrounding darkness began to dissipate? I was bewildered. While the doll began to smirk, it still had tears falling to the ground. We both had tears in our eyes, but that doll was the only one forcing a smile.
"Amy..." There was another voice in the presence of the doll and I. As the darkness around us dissipated, I winced, having to adjust my eyes. I opened my eyes, which widened, and then winced again as I looked at who called for Amy.
It was a person, a stranger...a single stranger who was in a sea full of them, and they were ALL staring at me...
"I'll take your love, whether you wish it or not..." The doll said, "I'll MAKE you love me!"
It was like the dream I had of Amy-the one about 'Alice In Wonderland', only this time, I actually WAS Amy. I was on stage as Alice herself. it was a role play, and all eyes were on me.
"Please Amy, tell me how much you love me now." And the doll...it was closer to me than ever. "Do you love me?"
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...I was holding the doll in my arms...I once again began to quiver as I attempted to get rid of it, but my effort was in vein. for some reason, the doll would not come out of my hands, and the doll smirk.
"Amy?"
"Amy?"
"Amy?"
Alone on stage, this black and white memory looked about a bleak as my life right now. Fears...Fears...I feared the doll I tried so desperately to get rid of. I feared the loneliness I was feeling. But what I feared most of all, was the world I stood in front of. This world has scorned me all my life. I turned around and sat down, arms wrapped around my knees while still holding the Mime Jr. I was hiding my face from everyone, from everything that has been used to tear me down. Hiding was my last option...
"Amy. You...you're hugging me...You, you love me!"
I...I guess Hell is my final fate..."
"No...no it isn't!"
"Huh?" I felt a voice descending in my direction, but it was a voice I knew.
"It's about time you joined us, Sister. now our group's complete." The doll smirked as both it and I looked up.
An Angel was reaching down to me, and angel of death. Gazing at black wings and long black hair, I almost felt alone no longer as Ariel Angel landed softly on the grey stage.
"Alice-Amy-Rose." A smile was not on the face of Ariel, but her face was no longer empty...I no longer felt completely alone. The loneliness was still there, but easing the pain was Ariel in my presence.
"Please get up, Rose." Ariel said to me.
"But these strangers, this nightmare..." I did not want to get up, because when I did, I would see everyone staring at me again. "It is too late for us. In this endless nightmare, I am as broken as a broken doll."
"No, don't say that!" Ariel began to raise her voice as she came closer to the doll and I, and gently rubbed my back with her hand, "It's not too late-"
"-But it IS!" I shouted as I pulled away from the teenage girl. Avoiding the gazes of the many empty faces surrounding us, my teary eyes looked at a 'sister' who has given me a hint of negativity, "This is all your fault! Are you happy that the both of us are here now?! Of course you are! It is what you have longed for for so long! All to see your sister! Well, where IS your sister?! Is she not with you, Ariel?!"
Ariel paused. There was a twinkle of a tear in her eye. "She...my sister's right in front of me, and she's looking me right in the eyes..."
"What?"
"I had a glimpse of Heaven, and realized it wasn't for me, not yet." Ariel started. "It's a nightmare I'm still trying to find my way out of. Looking for my sister, I found only answers to myself. If I'm ever going to make it to Heaven, I must live life the way Amy would want me to. Rose?" I stared intently at the angel who began to hold her arms out. She was welcoming me with a hug. My SISTER was welcoming me with a hug. Typically, I was quick to embrace the hug of a person I love...But this was not typical. I was not able to move my arms, nor my feet.
"So the two of you have a share of emotions, and you forget that I'm still in your arms?" It was the doll. Somehow, it was immobilizing me. "Amy, you once again make me feel so lonely. I feel as if I'm about to cry."
"I...cannot...move..." I said to myself. I then looked a the evil doll, and in return, the doll looked me in the eye.
"I love you Amy. I love you so much, it's painful. I guess that deep down, that pain makes me hate that I love you..." The doll started, "What happened to the two of us? Why have we grown apart?"
All of the talk from the doll about how it and Amy were once friends had me thinking. "If you love me so much, why have you tormented me? I know I am not Amy, but I wish to know why you would attack someone you love, someone you describe as an 'Angel'."
The doll in my arms gave a sigh. It even looked at Ariel and I with innocence, "Everyone's right: Amy IS an Angel. But she wasn't always like that. Here, in this Night Shade, I ask of you to listen to the nightmare of my perfect life as a doll crashing down around me..."
The Story Of the Forgotten Doll...
There's nothing like the love between a little girl and her favorite doll...The love between Amy Angel, and the little Mime Jr doll. The two were as inseparable as would and glue, and it had given Amy a reputation around Autumn Town.
Tonight was this year's Pumpkaboo Harvest Patch. Those unfamiliar with the term were most likely not from Autumn Town. The Pumpkaboo Harvest Patch is what others would call, Day of the Dead, or 'Halloween' of sorts. Though Autumn Town was often left off the regional Johto map, it had a reputation for being the home of countless Pumpkaboo. Sure, many other places are called home by the Pumpkaboo, but Autumn Town was different, for there was an abundance of purple and black Pumpkaboo, in addition to the regular ones. One normal colored Pumpkaboo would enter the life of Amy Angel on this night, as well as change the fate of her entire life.
"Ah, the Pumpkaboo Harvest Patch, my favorite night of the year!" Amy Angel was a cheerful little girl with an abundance of innocence written all over her face. With her beloved doll held closely in her arms, the white dress wearing girl with strawberry colored hair and pink eyes made her way to the living room, where her older sister, Ariel Angel waiter for her.
"Really?" Ariel greeted the girl and her doll with a smile, "Tonight's Halloween, and you're wearing your dress from Alice in Wonderland again?"
"Of course!" Amy answered cheerfully, "It's my favorite dress! AND it makes the perfect costume!"
"But you wear it almost everyday."
"And you're the one who washes it everyday when I ask." Amy countered as she held her beloved doll to her face and asked, "Don't you agree, Mime Jr?"
Ariel sighed, "Little kids and their favorite clothes," she said to herself. She then went ahead and asked, "Are you two ready for the Harvest?"
This was the first time Amy was going without Mom and Dad, though Ariel was still going to accompany her.
"I wish I could get a Pumkaboo though." Amy answered, "And a big one too! The grown ups always give the best stuff to the people with the biggest Pumkins."
Ariel giggled as she said, "Well you won't have to wait long for your wish to come true!" The long blacked haired girl wearing the white long sleeve blouse and long red skirt took her hand from behind her back, and flashed a single Pokeball to her younger sister, a warm smile on her face.
Amy gasped, her pink eyes lighting up, "Is it what I think it is?"
Ariel nodded, "Consider it an early birthday present, from me to you. It's not the biggest in the world, but..."
What signified the beginning of the end for Amy Angel was when she happily started running to the Pokemon in her sister's hand...all while letting the doll she held fall to the royal rugged ground, forgetting and leaving it behind as she had not a care in the world.
While the little girl was happily welcoming her newest partner in her first Pokemon, Pumpkaboo, the inanimate doll stared blankly at the ceiling, catching Amy and Ariel at the corner of it's eyes as the two left the house.
The smile sewn on to the face of the doll was empty as it continued to lay at that spot, staring at the ceiling as days and nights went by. Mom, Dad...Ariel...Pumpkaboo and Amy...They all walked by countless times before Mom finally did something about it. She told Amy that 'she'd forgotten to pick up her toys in the living room'. It was in the middle of a party for Amy, for her fifth birthday.
When the doll finally saw it's dearly beloved walk into the living room, the dearly beloved was accompanied...by the Pumpkaboo.
"You..." Amy said as she carried the doll into her room. She stared into the unmoving eyes of the Mime Jr.
There was a pause...
"How could you?"
Amy's eyes widened. Was she hearing things?
"How could you forget about me?" It was the first time Amy heard the doll talk, even though it's lips didn't move. Of course, the little had always talked to the doll, and then she'd use her imagination and pretend the doll would say something in response. But THIS...this bewildered Amy to where she actually dropped the doll as it landed in Amy's bed.
"You're talking? For real?"
"You left me on the floor..." Not only did the doll talk, it began to stand up, and looked at it's dearly beloved. The stitched that kept the mouth of the Mime Jr bound were starting to break apart as the doll frowned. "It was lonely...on the cold floor...by myself...what happened, Amy?"
"I-I don't know...I don't remember..." Amy replied. She and her floating Pumpkaboo became very nervous. There was a hint of awkwardness in the situation.
"You don't remember? You and I used to be inseparable. we were 'That Angel of a girl, and her doll'."
"Oh..."
...Amy was trying to think of something to say. It took a moment, but the now five year old girl was able to gather her thoughts and say, "I'm sorry...Uh, well...I could introduce you to my new friend Pumpka-" Amy was interrupted.
"-No! I don't wanna be introduced to Pumpkaboo!" The doll snapped, startling the girl and the floating Pumpkaboo, "It's Pumpkaboo's fault! It's because of him that I was left behind! I-I hate that thing! It makes me wanna-"
This was days upon days of built up frustration for the doll. Lunging at Amy was probably the first thing that came to the doll's mind as far as letting out some of his frustration was concerned.
Amy flinched at the sight of the doll's jealous, broken scowl.
The doll's words, actions, and emotions were very passionate...But...passion just wasn't enough at this moment. The doll was about to close in on the girl...
"Boo!" That was, before the doll's jealousy, Pumpkaboo, decided to step in. In the eyes of the doll, this moment would always play in slow motion, the death of the relationship between it and it's dearly beloved as a Razor Leaf was launched at point blank range.
"Ngh..." In the eyes of the doll THIS was the most painful part: Amy turning away as the doll's neck was slit by Razor Leaf.
"Boo..."
It took forever for the doll to fall to the ground, "Amy?" But even after, the doll's dearly beloved was the only thing on the doll's mind as stuffing started to inch it's way out of the doll's new neck hole.
"Amy..."
"...Things change..." After hearing one final thud to the ground, it was Amy what would be her last words to the doll, "The girl who loved you...she's moved on now. She's just a memory. I'm with Pumpkaboo now. I-I'm sorry." Amy's back was still turned...And began to walk away from the doll, Pumpkaboo following.
Fault could not be put on Amy. Moving on was just apart of human nature. Love doesn't last forever...Except in the mind of the beloved doll.
But JUST before the living doll gave out, it gave one last breath to the Angel who exited the room, "I love you..." It was the first time those words came from the doll, but unfortunately, those words were also the doll's last.
Mime Jr was a broken doll, no different from other toys that were 'killed off', except, this doll had a love that was pure. It was not alive, nor was it dead. It did not go to Heaven, not Heaven. It lived, living with a broken heart...
Hating that it loved the girl, the doll began to despise, and eventually loathe her. It was just too much for the hurt doll to handle, until the morning after...
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End Flashback
Rose's POV
"That morning..." The doll said.
"What happened..." The doll's story was so sad, to say it was tragic would be an understatement. The doll that was still in my immobilized arms...The pure feelings of love it had reminded me of, well, myself...I looked at Ariel, who looked like she had an answer to what happened the next morning...
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"The doll killed Amy..."
I froze, and looked back down at the doll. The feeling this doll had for Amy were just too strong for his own good. A 'killer' who was 'killed' in my arms...In this nightmare of a living Hell, I was surrounded by a sea of strangers looking at me. Initially, when the black winged angel in Ariel arrived, I felt relieved. But having the burden of hearing what happened to Amy took any and all relief I had.
"I hated her so much because I loved her. These feelings were so overwhelming when I died, that I took on a new form that kept suppressed, because I wanted to remind myself of Amy. But now, getting that story off my chest, I feel I've nothing more to hid..." Suddenly, the doll began to float out of my arms and into the air. I regained my mobility, and Ariel, Angel, and I all watched as the doll began to glow darkness. Slowly, it grew only slightly bigger, and it's form began to change. It became this black doll of darkness that I've only seen once back in my Neo Snagem days. This pokemon was now alive. It was...a Banette...
To Be Continued...
Again, I apologize for going AWOL during what my favorite arc so far, but I'll sometimes do that when I'm trying to get ahead in written chapters. Not only am I ahead in Virus Version, but I've also got a new journey fic out called Anistar's Twilight. It's another long fic, but this time it's in the Kalos region. There will be ALOT of plot twists, and if you know me, I'll switch up the gym order to keep the story from being too predictable.
Lastly, it's great to be back. It isn't Writer's Block I have, it's Typer's Block, which I tend to get pretty often, but now that it's over, I've posted one of my longer chapters, where all the plotholes in this arc come together. And for those of you who could possibly flame me for the whole talking doll concept (I've never been flamed before)-
Pokedex entry: Banette; the Marionette Pokemon: A doll that became a Pokemon over it's grudge of being thrown away. It seeks the child who disowned it.
...Yeah, you can look it up yourself, and let the fact that it's canon sink in...