#au!bruno

So I made an Au of Bruno.

This is basiclaly Villain!Bruno. Where he actually DOES cause his visions to come true. While it started slow as a child for being the odd child out, viewed as creepy and weird, he started to pull away from the town and eventually even his family.

But when he had a vision about Mirabel, Abuela couldn't let that happen to her precious granddaughter and decided it would be better to lock Bruno away. Protecting her from him.

However, in the Au, he doesn't live in the tower. His room is in the basement. Where it's a very very long drop, with tall stone walls and only a single window that lets the sun light in.

Some key traits I thought for him.

-He befriends crows instead of rats.

-When he uses his gift, he doesn't have a pupil any more and and he emites a small flow around him.

-He's confident and a smooth talker

-He is a master manipulator

-He does develope the thought process that he is nearly god like and admits while his family are special as well, they aren't nearly as powerful as him.

Hopefully I'll post more about Villain!Bruno since I adore how he came out!

Bruno stared at his bloodied Champion with trepidation, his eyes bleary, body weak; his team lay scattered and wounded around the bare-knuckle warrior, and to all that was holy in his world, Bruno prayed that their hearts still beat. Never had they encountered an enemy so powerful - never had they been so utterly devastated in battle. 

"I don’t know what you are," the Fighting-type expert growled, his voice filled with gravel and anger. "I wonder if you were ever human, boy. Or what should I call you? If you’re not human, you can certainly be no man. A god, do you think?" he chuckled, but it was dry, hollow. "You are no god. You’re nothing but a demon." And now he laughed, each outburst more maniac and insane than the last. "And I am no angel. I can’t defeat you! One of the longest serving Elite, and I couldn’t win! Amazing!" 

His body shook with his words; his muscles were so weak from battle that any lesser man would have collapsed long ago, but Bruno was no normal man. His body, once so perfectly shaped and bound, was bruised and stained red with the blood of his team. He noticed the burns running along his forearms and remembered Hitmonlee throwing himself before his master, his body disintegrating beneath the savage light of Dragonite’s Hyper Beam. 

"I couldn’t win," he said to himself, the fresh memory of Hitmonlee’s death sobering his frenzied mind. The gravity of his failure began to sink in. He realised, as he stood in the centre of the ruined battlefield, that there was no chance his Pokémon had survived. Bruno was alone. His strength hadn’t been enough, and he had nobody to blame but himself. Guilt blossomed in his mangled heart.