#hell zone

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s) - asked by @raespark

One of us left the farm.

He was from my litter, and was picked to be a wooling Mareep. He found out from the guard Pokémon, and was not happy. “I can’t be a Mareep my whole life!”, he said, holding back tears. “I don’t want to stay like this, I want to evolve, like Ma and Pa!”

He was in a fit for days, before he came to a decision: He would leave the farm, and train until he evolved into a Flaaffy. That way, he would be hard to wool, and would be given away to someone that would - hopefully - evolve him.

And so he left, out the busted fence at the back of the pen when the guards were keeping patrol somewhere else. No matter how much we pleaded or tried to reason, he would not listen. And so he left. I thought we’d never see him again.

Until the day he came back.

✖ - a repressed memory - asked by anon

Content warning below the break. (Nothing graphic, but, yannow, better safe than sorry.)

I'm at the taco bell (having obligations during 9-5 business hours)