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I Remain

by Pokéfan35

Pokéfan35 I wrote this because I wanted to write something.
There's not much you can do with Shedinja, though.
Also excuse my horrible writing skills. English isn't my first language.
The blizzard raged. It had done so for weeks. Maybe months. I can't remember.

I still held the safety goggles I had been blessed with. Or, more exactly, the safety goggles hang on me. I wasn't someone that could hold things after all.

For when everything ended, only the Shedinja remained.

My trainer gave me these goggles as soon as it started to hail. She had always cared about me, the last thing my trainer wanted to see was me fainting again.

Being a Shedinja, that was as easy as it was hard.

I couldn't help but feel saddened at the memory of my trainer. She had saved me, but there wasn't anything I could do to save her from the neverending snowstorm.

And when she finally succumbed to the cold, I remained. The safety goggles kept me alive, but humans were vulnerable to many things I couldn't relate to. They were weak and frail, but while I was only so to certain things, they could be harmed by anything.

Regardless, now she's gone, and I remain. In this cold. In this seemingly eternal winter. Forever wandering these frozen lands, covered to the brim with snow. I barely could see thanks to the snowstorm. Everything was, and for a long time had been, white.

I didn't know where I was, or when I was. If was as if I were stuck in a empty limbo, left alone in my own forever.

But then I found it.

It was the entrance of a cave. A hole in the white. I entered as soon as I saw it, hoping to be able to find something, no, someone I could accompany.

Yet the cave scared me. I trembled at the sight of rocks. For that was what the cave was filled with. Rocks. Something that had ended me more than once.

But the cave had much more than rocks. It had life.

It was a human. It laid on the ground, seemingly unconscious. I floated near it. The human had clothes fit for the cold; it was using more than one sweater, scarfs, and comfy pants. It resembled a ball of yarn, it was almost a funny sight to behold.

But there was no time for laughs. I needed someone. I was lonely; life all around me had disappeared, but I remained. It don't want to die, but I don't want to be alone either.

I neared the human. I touched and backed away. I didn't know if it was safe. When the human didn't respond, I repeated the action. Eventually the human woke.

His surprised expression pointed to me that he hadn't seen a Shedinja before.

The time I spend with the human was short. He tried to communicate with me. Not that I couldn't talk back. After some time he gave up and continued his journey through the winterland. Not that I minded. As long as I wasn't alone, I was happy.

Yet he inevitably fell victim to the blizzard. It was at moment like those that I wished I could cry. Was this how I was going to spend the rest of my days? Watching those around me die, without being able to help them?

How I wished I could get rid of these safety goggles. At first they seemed like a blessing, but now it was clear they were a curse. I wanted to die; I didn't want to remain.

And so I kept wandering. But not in search of someone to be with, but in search of death.

I am a seeker or the grim reaper. All I needed was something to finish me off. I couldn't do anything with the rocks of the cave I had visited, for I couldn't make an inanimated object like that attack me.

I didn't have a way to calculate how much time has passed. But it seemed like an eternity.

In my way I meet more than one human, but they were of no use to me. They were just lost souls doomed to perish sooner or later. And I didn't want to be there when that happened. I didn't want to care about anyone ever again.

And finally, one day, I found it.

Deep inside another cave laid a human. This one was already dead; probably from hunger or something of the like. But that wasn't what mattered.

A bonfire blazed in front of the human. If I could smile, I would have probably done so. I neared the fire. A flame touched me, forcing me to lunge back.

It burned. A lot. But I couldn't let myself be stopped by pain, for this pain would be nothing compared to the eternal solitude I would have to spend if I refused to die.

And so entered the fire. I tried to scream at the pain, but I had no mouth. But I could still feel. And I felt pain.

I spend my last seconds in silence. I felt myself in a chaotic inferno, and yet, I smiled at the thought of finding peace in death. And after some painful seconds, I finally left the realm of the living.