Hungry

Hello. You must be here, like all the others, to know about my...problem. They say they found me with the bodies, but it wasn’t me. I guess I can take one more shot at convincing someone of my innocence before they take me away. When I was young, I lived with my family deep in the Santalune Forest. It was just me, my mom and dad, and my older brother. My older brother had a Pikachu named Lois that he was best friends with. Everyday he and Lois would stand by the edge of the road and call out to any Pokemon trainer that passed by. Even though he had more wins than losses, he still grinned and went on training. My parents were always offering to get me a Pokemon, but I declined. I wanted the Pokemon to come to me. One day, I was exploring in the woods when I came across a large clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a strange pokemon I had never seen before. It was bobbing up and down, singing to itself. It was late afternoon, so there was only a little light coming from beyond the trees. The rest of the clearing was illuminated by the candlelight from the Pokemon’s candles. I had never seen this Pokemon before, but I was entranced by it. We played together, singing and dancing until it was so dark that even the strange Pokemon’s light worked hard to illuminate the black. “Will you lead me home, friend?” I asked the Pokemon. It responded with a happy cry, then began drifting down the path. I followed it, and it led me right home. My parents had been sick with worry, and when I got home, they demanded to know where I had been. “But Mom,Dad, I was safe! I was with my friend, this Pokemon!” I turned and pointed at the Pokemon, but Mom said, “Honey, you’re too old for imaginary friends. There’s no one there.” I was very confused. How could they not see my friend? “Only you can see me, friend.” I heard a voice say. I realized it was coming from my companion. “We have a very special relationship, you and I. It will only be us, forever and ever.” I didn’t mind that. This pokemon would only want me, right? What could be bad about that? Over the next few years, this Pokemon and I became very good friends. We did everything together. Mom and Dad thought I was crazy since I kept talking to nothing, and often took me to a psychologist, but I didn’t mind. They just didn’t understand the relationship that me and my friend had. One day, my friend came to me. “Faira, could you please take me to the Trainer’s School? I would like to see it very much.” I happily agreed. I told my parents I was going to the Trainer’s school, and led my companion there. He then asked me if I might buy him a Berry from the Shop next door while he looked around, and I agreed. I went into the store to buy a Sitrus Berry while my pokemon buddy disappeared into the school. He came to the shop a few minutes later, and we walked home together. “Friend, “I asked, “What should I call you?” Oh, that’s easy. “Call me Chandelure.”

 

The next time that we went on an outing like this happened a few weeks later. Chandelure wanted to go to Vaniville Town. I obliged, and when we were there he asked me to get him a Revival Herb. I did so, and not long after Chandelure came back. This went on for years. Chadelure would ask me to take him places, and then request that I buy something for him. I honestly thought that these were simply fun outings, and nothing more. But I was wrong. At home, we didn’t have a TV. We didn’t have the money to afford the coverage, so we never bothered buying one. But when I was 18, I moved out of my parent’s home and went to live in Vaniville Town, where I could afford to get a TV and coverage. That’s when I saw it. The news article. “Ten more burned corpses were discovered today at the PokeCenter in Vaniville Town. The identity of the murderer is unknown, police are still investigating.” I gasped, thinking of what a terrible tragedy that was....until I remembered that earlier that day, Chadelure had wanted me to take it to see the inside of a Pokecenter, and had asked me to pick some flowers for it. My best friend...was a monster. I immediately knew I had to get rid of the thing. Clearly, it was behind these deaths, and most likely many more. I picked up a box of matches and a lighter that had been sitting on the table. Chadelure would have to go.

 

I waited and waited for Chadelure to show. To ask me to take it somewhere. When the doorbell rang, I jumped, but realized it wasn’t Chadelure. It was probably my friends, whom I had invited over. As I got up, still holding the matches and the lighter, I walked into the living room. That’s when I saw it. Floating there, candles burning. “Hello, Faira.” “You!” I yelled. “You killed those people.” “That’s not true, friend. I was surviving. EATING.” “You’re not going to ruin any more lives, you monster. I quickly lit the match and rushed at Chandelure, intending to hold it down and burn it to ashes. But at the last moment, Chandelure vanished. I couldn’t stop myself, and my friend opened the door just as I rushed out. Somehow, (probably because of that Demonic Chandelure) The flame had grown as I rushed at the door. I slammed into my friend, catching them on fire. I had no choice but to watch as my friend burned to death. I dropped to my knees, horrified. I stayed that way, even when the police came, and took me away.

So now that leaves us here. You, me, this police station. -wait. He’s here. He’s writing something on the walls, can’t you see it? I’m serious. He’s writing..HELLO FRIEND, I’M STILL HUNGRY.

Chadelure-The Luring Pokemon Fire/Ghost Type. Being consumed in Chandelure's flame burns up the spirit, leaving the body behind