100,000,000 hours pt 2

I jolted up from my bed, holding my chest and hyperventillating. I heard little snores, and realised butterscotch was next to me on my bed. His ears twitched and he yawned, alerting me he was awake. I got up and went to my kitchen, of course with butterscotch never an inch from me. He sat by his bowl, and kept on calling me over. Mocking him, I said ¨Eevee eevee¨ and chuckled. He stuck his tongue out at me and I filled his bowl with his favorite food. Which ironically was butterscotch and zubat food. I made myself a bowl of cereal, sat on my couch and turned on the tv. The news was on for every channel, so i sighed and watched it. The goop this, the plague that. Great, I´d lost my sanity, my friend, and now my tv. I heard Butterscotch whimpering, so I turned my tv off and heard the most horrifying thing, i had ever heard a pokemon say. I was in shock, but quickly ran to the poor thing. I grabbed it and hugged it. I felt something weird and sticky on my arm, and was too mortified and worried to even dare to look at it. I put him down slowly, and stared at the wall for a breif moment. I then stared at my arm, and what i saw, caused me true horror. The goo, the plague, the end, the infection....and it was on my arm. I screamed, picked up butterscotch, and ran to the sink to wash it off. I scrubbed and scrubbed until our skin was raw. I looked at my arm, and sighed in relief at what i saw. A clean, non-goopy arm Glancing at my poor eevee, I saw that his goop was gone as well. I slid down the wall with eevee and just sat, trying to comprehend everything that just took place in a matter of 5 or less minutes, and started to cry, all my stress and depression coming out. Faith was gone, my eevee isn´t ok, it´s basically the end of the world, and the two beings i looked up to most might be dead, or worse. It was so much to take in but I looked at Butterscotch and I smiled. So innocent, so pure, so ignorant, so braindead. I feel bad that he had to be chosen to suffer in the pitiful world we live in. Pokémon are told to be magical blessings from our god arceus, but what kind of god would do this? Why is he here? why...Why.....WHY?! I screamed at the heavens, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO A POOR INNOCENT EEVEE! WHY?! WHAT DID IT DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I screamed and screamed until my throat was ruined. Then i cried...cries fading into laughter...then tears once more. It was scared...but it looked emotionless. Shaking out of fear yes but...its face...so...empty. Like it was devoid of every emotion and could see only demons and pain. I cried some more...then before I knew it...heard that screech and....the darkness started to close in on me.

Waking up, I heard sirens.

People crying and screaming in terror.

I went outside after changing into a green T-shirt and grey shorts.

I stared for a bit before vomiting in terror. Darkness, sticky goop, surrounding the most important duo in our village. Ninetails and Sam, are gone, covered in an infection, causing them to rot. I saw Sam´s family crying at the sight of her corpse, and I saw multiple vulpixes looking down, and a shiny ninetails crying.

Pt 2 end

[im running out of ideas, pls send me some in the comments]