"Hello..?" Said the half aberration, lonely in her search for the smell. That smell of a corpse. Why is it so... Hypnotizing..?!
She walked and jumped and hopped and ran, flew and floated about, but it's proving to be a challenge. Or maybe something more... Nihilistic.
Something like a sick joke with a ridiculous setup.
It started to seem hopeless. Pointless. Endless.
... How absurd.
OH HOW HUMOROUS. IS IT NOT?
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I TOOK A PIECE OF THE PAST AND MADE SOMETHING FAR GREATER?
A PRISTINE PIECE OF NAIVE KINDNESS
TURNED INTO THE MOST HORRID, SUBHUMAN, VISCERAL PILE OF PESSIMISTIC CANNIBALISM AND VIOLENCE.
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I SHOWED A CHILD HOW PLANTS FEED FROM DOG CARCASS?
WON'T YOU JOIN ME?
OH, DEAR OLD FRIEND?
And then she trips. Turns out, there was an exposed thick root in the ground and she, the utter fucking fool, just stepped on it without thinking. Thus falling down in front of an old tree on low ground.
"gh–?!" A gasp.
Oh...
His tree.
The tree where Mono died. Where she feels her soul inside her throat at the very sight.
On the dirt rested a limp and rotting body of a mewtwo in black and white coloration, his second neck now cut in half, severing his brain from everything else. Laid broken, now waning, her one and only brother. His eyes are now devoid of life.
And on the branch of the old tree, there was a shape.
His shape.
"wh- whu- what the ff..?!?" Do you feel your heart begging to get out and die?
His shape is wrong. Inconsistent, ever shifting, endlessly and rapidly changing, twitching, the shape of her own brother. But his smile is wrong, his eyes are wrong, his arms are wrong, his legs are wrong, his chest is wrong, his midsection is wrong, his stomach is wrong, his tail is wrong, his body is wrong, his face is wrong. He is so wrong.
"hg... hg– did i do this..?"
This is the shape of your best friend till the end, Mint.
ARE YOU HAVING FUN?
