Pokè-Gone

Author’s note: I won’t be aiming for this one to be too creepy. If there’s anything in this story you think I need to improve, feel free to let me know. I’m always aiming to become a better writer.

The ordeal:

It was a peaceful night. Me and my Buizel whose name is Toby were watching trainers fight against Cynthia on our TV back at home. Suddenly, Toby began vigorously looking around himself with a worried expression on his face. “What’s wrong, buddy?” I asked him. He was pointing near the kitchen. I saw nothing, but once Toby got a strange feel in the air, I did too. I took out Luna, my Honchkrow, for protection, thinking it was just a Haunter playing a prank on us, as that’s happened before. She’s got nerves of steel in most, if not, all situations. However, when she came out of her Pokèball, she felt the same way as Toby and I did.

All three of us were terrified and confused. We decided to head towards the kitchen, where Toby had pointed. When we reached it, we started hearing whispers. I could only decipher “Please don’t worry.” in a soft and sad-sounding tone. The rest of the words were incoherent. Toby swiftly hopped onto my shoulder, while Luna just stood very close to us. The voice sounded rather familiar, a gentle female voice. I listened to the voice more closely. This time, I heard “Please don’t worry, it’s me. Don’t you remember?” It couldn’t have been her. I denied it, but then when the entity showed itself, I had been correct.

The ghost ended up being Sara, my long deceased Monferno. She looked at Toby, Luna, and I with sad eyes and said “Don’t you remember me, guys? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sara could barely look at us, seeming as if she were ashamed in herself. She then looked at me and said “I’m sorry, Jacob. I never meant to cause this, I just wanted to see you and the rest of the team again.” I responded to her “We’re just happy to see you back. But how can you speak now?” “I’m not sure, but when I woke back up as a ghost, I found myself able to speak the same as you,” she said.

Toby was looking at her with tears in his eyes. The two were like siblings whilst Sara was still alive. When she had died, Toby wasn’t himself for a few months. He was always sad, paranoid, and unmotivated to do anything. Normally, he was the complete opposite of all three of those adjectives. Sara had always been a very kind and gentle specimen, so she’d always help keep Toby in shape, saying he was very reckless and got himself into trouble often.

I sent out the rest of my team, Alpha the Lucario, Buck the Electavire, and Grace the Roserade. I never got a new fire type. Not only because they’re limited in the Sinnoh region, but I also refused to ever replace Sara. She was too special to me to be replaced, all my Pokémon were. Sara was my very first Pokèmon, I got her as a Chimchar in an egg. My father was the one who gave me the egg as a gift for my 5th birthday, and a few weeks later, she hatched.

How Sara’s time ended:

It was a casual day as we were walking along Route 218. The sun was shining brightly, me and the rest of my team who were Toby the Buizel, Grace the Roselia, Buck the Elekid, and Luna the Murkrow at the time, Alpha being the only one who’s never seen her before. We thought everything was normal until we heard something in the water, then popped out a Gyarados. It fired a Hydro Pump, then Grace tried counteracting it with Energy Ball. That had failed. It weakened down Sara a lot, but I didn’t worry a whole lot, as that is normal in a Pokèmon battle. The Gyarados must have seen Sara as a vulnerable target, as it grabbed her with his jaw, squeezing hard onto her leg. Buck fired a Thunder Shock at its head. It didn’t do a lot of damage, but it did do enough to make it drop Sara.

I caught her in my arms. She was bleeding out. “Sara, are you okay?” I asked her. She nodded, then slipped away. She stood up and looked at the Gyarados with a frustrated look in her eyes. Toby used Ice Punch on it in a fit of rage, angry it hurt his best friend. All my Pokémon attacked, including Sara. The Gyarados took the perfect moment to once again grab her with his jaw, aggressively chewing away at her, then spitting her out onto the ground once my dad chimed in with his Luxray using Thunderbolt. The attack scared it away. I picked up Sara, she was barely hanging onto her life. She squeezed my arm tight with her hand, then her grip got weaker as she drew her last breath.

The aftermath of Sara’s death:

Sara was given a proper burial a few days after she passed. After the ceremony, neither me, my Pokèmon, or my relatives talked for hours. Everyone was very upset about her passing, but Toby, as previously mentioned, was effected the worst. He would often go a series of days without sleeping, or without doing anything for that matter. Often, we’d catch him silently sobbing, seeming that he believed Sara’s death was his fault. I’m able to read facial expressions like a book. On Saturdays, Buck and Toby would normally like to race each other, and that was one of Toby’s favorite things. He didn’t even feel like doing that. Buck helped him a lot as a shoulder to cry on. When Alpha joined the team a few months later, Toby finally got a sense of who he was before.

Alpha and Toby’s friendship ended up being very strong, but not quite as strong as Toby’s bond he had with Sara.