Bayonetta Coming Down To The Inferno Just To Get Us Back Ohhohohohohoho

Bayonetta coming down to the inferno just to get us back ohhohohohohoho

If Bayonetta got even a smidge, a sliver of info that said you were still alive in inferno, she would race down to the firy depths in her heels and tear it apart herself if she must. We've seen how far she was willing to go for Jeanne, imagine what she'd do for her little one? She will shoot, she will slice, she will stomp, and she will wickedweave any foe that tries to stop her from rescuing her child.

I'd imagine Jeanne is also a platonic yandere for the darling, she and bayo were best friends(or lovers?) so it's likely she and her shared caretaking duties with you. Hell, she's probably the one who helped train you when bayo couldn't. If she did, then you two would be even closer. She was just as crestfallen when news of your demise got to her, and just like bayo she's willing to fight the very gods just to save you.

Two umbran mothers ready to tear down anyone for the sake of their baby. May Jubileus grace their souls.

Hi I saw your request are Open can I request

Yandere French blonde Bayonetta x daughter reader x brave Bayonetta x her daughter head Cannon

Like it when brave Bayonetta gos to fight them

And not only rosa getting possess it also the reader who is a power 12 year old with her own dragon Demon and what her action to her daughter death from brave Bayonetta. And then Bayonetta with her younger daughter reader dieing and joining her in a dance with her joining her in hell ( brave Bayonetta daughter is 18

Imagine:

Yan!mums Bayonettas (+Rosa) with an Umbran Witch Daughter

Plot Summery: B4 Bayoverse This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR BAYONETTA 3'S PLOT‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): This was really fun to write for! LOVE the scenario.

In this universe, you work alongside your mother and grandmother in reclaiming ancient umbran treasures. Though you're only 12, you are an exceptional witch, excelling in areas even fully mature and trained witches struggle with. You even contracted your first demon, a draconic entity notorious for its unbelievable power in Inferno, who also seems to hold an unimaginable possessiveness for you. Your mother and grandmother were extremely hesitant to let you in on their mission, but your skills and powerful kitty eyes won them over eventually.

French!Bayonetta, aka B4 Byonetta, is colder then most of the Bayonetta variants are, but she absolutely loves her daughter. She's always looking out for you, and is viciously possessive and protective. French!Rosa is the same, if not even more smothering. She absolutely adores and is proud of her granddaughter, loves her to bits, and will protect you with her life should the need ever arise.

If you share a semblance to Baldur (who's theorized to have died in Rosa's place in this universe), like having his blonde hair, sharp features, or anything else like that, then Rosa and Bayonetta's protectiveness increases tenfold.

When the Chaos Gear is stolen by the group of Stratus, you and Rosa are on hot pursuit, you ignoring the calls from French!Bayo as you chase after it. She sends Mictlantecuhtli after you both, giving the demon strict orders to look out for you specifically.

Meanwhile, Brave!Cereza has just entered the alternate universe and has witnessed a glimpse into this world's past. Seeing you and Rosa together stirs emotions inside of her. Seeing you interact with your grandmother, a luxury she'll never get to experience herself, is extremely bittersweet. Moreso if Prime!Y/N is with her at this time.

When Cereza and you finally these variants, she's mortified at what she sees; B4!Y/N and Rosa completely taken over by Singularity's vile homonculi. Rosa and B4!Y/N waste no time in engaging in battle, even as Cereza tries fo reach out to you. Eventually, you both are separated from one another, leaving B4!Y/N to Cereza, and Rosa to you.

Deep within her mind, Rosa is fighting a battle she cannot win. She's trying her hardest to fight against Singularity, fighting so that she won't hurt you. But it's entirely fruitless. Thus, when she does break through Perlucidus' control, she begs you to kill her so that she won't try to hurt you anymore. And as her umbran clock breaks into a thousand pieces, she thanks you, and falls into the void.

Meanwhile, Cereza is forced to fight B4!Y/N, which is extremely taxing on her both physically and emotionally. Even if you aren't her daughter, you are still a version of her, and a younger one at that. She tries her hardest to get through to you, but it's pointless as the conflict grows even more intense, the might of which tears away at the city's very structure. Even now, you're able to match up with Cereza's power, defeated only by the sheer impact of the fight.

Cereza watches as you fight an unwinnable battle against the parasite within you. She tries to hold you, begging you to fight, but it isn't enough. Hearing you cry through the control is so unbelievably painful for her.

It's hard for her to put you down, but she knows she needs to. Loading her gun, she fires a concentrated beam of magical energy through your chest, sending you back. Her arm drops as she watches you writhe for a few moments, and then as the demon arms pull your unflinching body into Inferno. She apologizes to your corpse for her incompetence "I'm sorry, little one..."

French!Bayo is absolutely livid when she learns that both you and Rosa have perished because of these multiversal interlopers. She's brokenhearted and in grief, but her core emotions are rage and bloodthirsty hatred. She will avenge you, she promises you that.

If she finds the main variant of you, be prepared to be in for a devastating battle. She won't hold back, and she'll be aiming to make it hurt. In a better state of mind, French!Bayo may have been more reasonable, but in the state she's in, she'll only see you as a mockery to her little one and an accomplice to her death. The battle between Cereza and her will be that much more intense.

Cereza, seeing how beaten you're getting, is quick to jump in and defend with great ferocity. The battle is harsh and destructive, but it plays out just like the game. French!Bayo gets taken over, Cereza powers up Baal to summon Baal Zebul, and French!Bayo is ultimately defeated.

Cereza wishes her variant well in the afterlife as she watches her break apart into nothing.

"May you be reunited with your mummy and your little one.."

The battle has left you greatly injured and drained and Cereza is smothering over her daughter, trying her best to tend to you. But there isn't much time to focus on that as the B4 universe is consumed by Singularity. The two of you are forced to leave, and focus on saving the rest of the multiverse. Cereza preys that you'll be safe.

...but her wishes only travel so far. By the nearing end of her journey, during her final battle with Sigurd... her luck runs dry.

Cereza, gravely beaten and injured, watches as you, her beloved daughter, gives it your all to protect your mummy from Singularity. Your own wounds have worsened and this battle only pushes that severity, but you push back against the pain and give this fight your all.

Singularity is unshakened from your attacks, although he didn't count on you trying to save the day. He brushes them off like dust in the wind. Cereza reaches her hand out to you, her voice no more then a whisper "no...d...don't..." is all she can say while she forces herself up, exhausted but fighting to get to you. To save you, like you wanted to save her.

But she isn't fast enough to stop Singularity from grabbing you by the neck and holding you in the air, his clutch on you squeezing the air from your lungs. You try feebly to fight back at him even now, but they do nothing to stop him. Cereza raises her guns and fires them at him "LITTLE ONE!!" But her attacks, like yours, do nothing. Singularity, bored of this fight, stares you in the eyes one last time before breaking your throat in his hold.

That sickening snapping sound rings through Cereza's head as she watches your body, once so full of live and the fighting spirit of an unbran witch, go limp and drop to the floor. She can't pry her eyes away watching as your body is swallowed by Inferno.

Her knees feel weak, and her throat is dry. "No..." is all she can whisper. It's small and it's quiet, so unlike the witch who was loud and big. She doesn't react, or maybe chooses not to, as she's held into the air by fallen debris.

As she's about to meet her end, a bullet frees her from her stony prison and she lands knees-first on the cold ground.

Her glasses are pushed up by the gunslinger, and she sees someone she hasn't seen in many, many centuries. The woman smiles down on her as she speaks to her little one, her red ribbons floeing gently..

"you didn't cry while I was gone, did you?"

When Singularity is defeated, Cereza is taken by Inferno. As she feels herself being pulled into the hellish depths, her thoughts drift to you.

In the end, your souls reunite. A dance between mother and daughter, one of grace, of emotion, of passion, and of loss is done. Cereza and her daughter dance as the multiverses are restored, one by one. B4!Bayonetta and her mother and daughter are reunited once more, clasped in an embrace neither one wishes to break off of.

And when the dance reaches its conclusion, Cereza holds your form in her arms. She gently caresses your hair before the two of you shatter into roses, fading away into Inferno.

Cereza and her little one. Together until the end.

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Imagine:

Yandere Rennala

Plot Summery: General headcanons for Rennala of Caria, Queen of The Full Moon. This Contains: Yandere themes and unhealthy mindset, manipulation, and non-consent to body modification. Not proof-read. Note(s): I'm not too sure on this one. I'm not sure if I grasp her character correctly, but I love Rennala and wanted to do something with her. I'll definitely rewrite this in the future of i need, especially once the DLC out.

On a side note, requests are on the way! May just take a while ^^"

Rennala is a dependent, obsessive, and heavily delusional yandere. She needs you, likely more then you need her, and she won't let you go. Not for a second. Not for anything.

Pre-Radagon Rennala is a fierce and great leader, and has her mind in the right place. She's far more respecting of your personal space and needs, but is very obviously in love with you and will dote quite a lot. If you knew her in her youth, no doubt you were the first she presented her Full Moon to.

Post-Radagon Rennala is a different case entirely. She's incredibly delusional and believes you two are meant to be, and never to part. She'll smother in affection wether you want it or not.

She's very obsessive over you and your life, constantly asking questions and wanting to know everything about you. She means no malice in doing this, she's genuinely just curious and wants to know everything she can about her beloved. It's been so long since she's talked with another person, especially someone who has captured her heart like this.

As stated before, Rennala is a broken woman and is heavily dependent on you. So it's possible for you to manipulate her in any way you want. She'll take your word as gospel and never doubt it, she'll believe anything you say to her. Whatever you say and do is the right way, and anything that contradicts it is quickly lost in her lunacy.

Rennala's pitiful state is capable of garnering heavy waves of pity and guilt, especially if you knew her before Radagon broke her. She'll crawl towards you, her legs no longer working, and hold onto you, begging you not to leave her. Don't leave her alone here. She can't survive without you. Please. She needs you to care for her, to love her, to hold her or let her hold you and whisper reassurances into her ears. She can't bare to be alone again, not after finding you. She cuddles your legs and stains you with her tears. It's hard to say no, but not impossible.

There's a very high chance Rennala may rebirth you, if that is what you wish. To be reborn again in the womb of her egg, and become a beautiful sweeting. Over time, the idea to rebirth you, even without your consent, is extremely tempting for her, especially if you don't have her great rune. To have you as a Sweeting at her side, completely dependent on her as she is to you, is alluring. Likely, she'll give in to her own selfish desires.

"Be not afeared, my beloved... I will hold you in my arms, forever.." She says, caressing your now smoothed features and glistening skin.

And as your memories fade into sweet, empty oblivion. You come to believe her affectionate words as truth.

Imagine:

Misao with a best friend

Plot summary: Imagine Misao with a best friend

This Contains: Mentions of bullying, sexual assault, and abuse. ❗❕ SPOILERS ❗❕

Note: For those unfamiliar, Misao is a character from the game of the same name. This will contain spoilers and mentions of some dark topics, so please be warned when reading this. Thank you!

With a childhood best friend, she will open up much faster as opposed to one she made more recently. After what happens with kudoh though, she may become more shy and formal around you. Just tell her not to do that, treat her kindly, and she'll return back to normal.

Regardless though, once she does become your friend, especially your best friend, she'll take to being near you and always wanting your company.

With kudoh gone, she sees you as her only true friend. She'll open up about her feelings, tell you things every now and then, but for the most part she enjoys the calm silence shared between you two.

If you're both timid personalities, you'll definitely be a target for Yoshino's bullying, although you may not receive the same severe treatment Misao will get/gets. You two comfort each other afterwards though, especially you caring for her. She appreciates it more then anything, it gives her the energy and will to keep going.

Once it gets bad, however, she may not open up about how bad her bullying is. She doesn't wanna bother you with what she's going through, she doesn't wanna relive those events. She just wants to be with you, comforted by you. That's all she needs.

If you're more bold though, sticking up for Misao during those times of torment, she'll absolutely adore you. She'll often say you don't need to help her, but she appreciates your efforts nonetheless.

Of course, this will also cause the bullying to get worse quicker, Yoshino teasing Misao about her little partner not saving her this time. She'll get especially nasty in this case, which will result in Misao sobbing into you and begging you to 'make it stop hurting'.

She loved you above all else in her sad, short life. When Tohma broke her heart, she came to you. When Saotome released her love poem, she came to you for comfort. When kudoh had fully rejected her, she came to you. You were almost always there for her.

But again, you couldn't be there all the time. And this would result in her death, and disappearance.

Under her curse, she would punish everyone that had ever caused her suffering. Make them die a cruel and agonizing death.

But even in her vengeful state, she would never bring herself to harm you. Instead, she wanted you to find her. Find her. FIND HER. That's all that rang in your head, and that's all she wants you to do.

Even when you go and break her curse, she can't bring herself to truly hate you. Instead, she can only cry in despair, asking you why this had to happen to her. Why did she have to die? Why did she have to suffer? She wanted to live a full, happy life; have a family, grow old. She didn't do anything wrong, so why did she suffer such a cruel fate?

You can't give her the answers, but you can be here for her now. You comfort her the best you can, apologizing for not being there when she needed you the most. In this moment, she'll cry once again; both out of sadness, but also out of joy, having missed you so, so much. It was bittersweet.

She forgives you, but asks you one last thing. That you don't forget her, because she won't ever forget you. And with all of that, with your help and guidance, her spirit is finally able to rest peacefully.

And you'll wake up, as if everything was all a dream. Everyone that Misao had placed in the other school will be gone, seemingly wiped from existence. You'll think it all a dream.

But one look at the chalkboard in front of you will confirm that it wasn't. The final message from Misao, your dearest friend.

"thank you"

Imagine:

Wally with a cheerful trainer s/o, who's dying from an illness

Trigger warning: dying reader, dead reader. Illness. Angst. Toxicly positive reader? Possible grammar mistakes.

Wally first met you on the day he was going to get his very first pokemon! To his surprise, you were here for the same thing! Norman was nice enough to lend you both a spare Pokémon and balls for you two!

He remembers how nerve-wracking but thrilling it was catching his ralts. When he did, you praised him! And gosh, he couldn't help but blush at your comment.

He invited you over to his parents house, and you both became quickly familiar with one another; becoming friends (and also rivals) very quickly!

Since both of your pokemon were relatively weak, the two of you decided to train together.

Eventually, you were confident that your Pokémon was ready to take on the first gym! Wally wasn't nearly as confident though, thus you two parted ways.

You told Wally you'd see him around! Giving him a gleeful smile that made his heart skip a beat. It appeared he had a small crush..

You guys wouldn't meet again until the second gym. Wally had moved to come stay with his uncle, and by then he had gotten a little stronger! When he saw you, Wally couldn't help but get a little giddy and blush ever so slightly.

After your guys' battle, his uncle invited you over to his home. He noticed how his nephew was behaving, and thought it might be good to bring over his crush!

You cheerfully accepted! And even wanted to race Wally there! Although, that didn't work out as his condition rendered running a bit.... Problematic. Soo, instead of that, you trailed alongside him and chatted about your adventures and experiences so far.

You sort of took a break on your journey to spend time with the lime haired boy. And he couldn't have been more thrilled!

At first, you two trained together. Being on break didn't mean you couldn't get some experience in!

Eventually, you two started doing everything together. Hanging out and enjoying the beautiful area, especially the flowers. Fooling around, even if Wally sometimes protested against your ideas. And lazing together during uneventful days.

It was on one of those days you asked about his condition, and what it was that forced him to move to his uncles.

Wally paused for a moment, before replying with an answer. He thought that by becoming a trainer, he could become stronger, both as a person and with his illness.

His answer made you admire him, and you felt like you owed him something in return. So, with your cheerful tone that made beautiflies flutter in his tummy, you said:

"well... I'm technically dying!"

Wally gave you a shocked expression, and almost thought you were joking because of your tone.

But it wasn't a joke, unfortunately. You told him you had an illness that was slowly killing. You became a trainer as a way to see the entire region before your death, and take on the gyms in an attempt to become the champion of hoenn!

Wally stayed with a shocked expression "s/o... I'm so sorry..". You hushed him, saying that you weren't afraid of it, or sad. Maybe you were a long time ago but now? You were fine!

To lighten the mood, you reassured him that everything was ok. Wally was awed at how much you accepted your fate. He understood, since he had his own issues as well, but to know you were dying and still be happy? He doesn't think even he could be as jolly.

You brightened up the somber atmosphere with optimism, stating that you were here, and ready to make the most out of everything!

Wally couldn't help his racing heart when you smiled. Your cheerfulness and determination made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. It was more then obvious he had a massive crush on you, and in a way, you returned those feelings as well.

Once that was clear cut, you decided to ask him out! Gosh, he was a blushing mess when you did, stuttering over his words and behaving more meek then normal. But... He accepted, a small smile on his lips.

The date was simple, but very cute. You two were strolling together around both Verdanturf town and Mauville city. The old couple of the daycare even let you both help tend with some of the pokemon. Although Wally was a bit hesitant, the pokemon cooed to his gentleness and calm nature. It was truly a precious moment!

It didn't take much time for you two to become a thing! Although yous never said it directly, it was clear as day you two were helplessly in love with each other.

It was also around this time you and Wally decided to resume your pokemon journey. Wally suggested you two stick together for the remainder of it, and you found the idea cute, so you two did!

But the plan didn't last too long.. halfway through your two's adventure, you began to cough. You often didn't think much of it, since it was something that happened a lot for you. Given your conditions and... everything.

But once you looked down at your hand, you noticed it was stained with.... Blood? You had coughed out blood, some of it coming out in small clumps.

This hadn't happened before, and you were actually... Very scared. Perhaps because it reminded you of your morality.. or because of Wally.

You couldn't let him see you like this. What would happen? How would he react? The last thing you wanted was to suspend his own adventure just because of you.

Wally noticed how quiet you got after your coughing fit, and asked if something was wrong. You hid away your bloody hand and hastily wiped any remaining traces of blood on your mouth, turning to him with your smile that always tug on his heartstrings "Yep! I'm fine! Just..."

You had to find an excuse. A way so Wally wouldn't suspect something. So, in a slightly sudden voice, you told Wally it was time to part ways.

At first, he interpreted it as you breaking up with him, which left him confused and very hurt; but when you explained it was just because you wanted to get the next gym badge, he sighed in relief you weren't ending the relationship. Although he was still puzzled by why you wanted to go on your own and a part of him didn't want you to leave. Something didn't feel right.

But you reassured him you'd see him again! And told him you two could still keep in contact through the phone! Although he still felt like something was... off... Wally just chopped it up to him being paranoid, and maybe even a little bit possessive? He wasn't sure, relationships were such a new concept to him.

With that and a peck on the cheek, you took off! And Wally waved you goodbye.

Wally then decided, he needed to get stronger! He hoped that the next time you two saw each other, you'd be impressed with how much he improved as a trainer and as a person, who wasn't bound to his illness.

Illness.. that's right, you were also sick, but much worse. Honestly, you were so good at hiding and quickly recovering from the symptoms, Wally almost forgot you were dying..

His chest ached at the thought of you dying. One of his fears was you dying before he could even talk with you again. His heart held so much love for you, and Wally wished that somehow he could take away your pain...

But your numbered days served as motivation. He wanted to get stronger, for you. He wanted to show you how far he came, and how far you've come!

Wally believed in you as well. He found you admirable for your optimism. He thought you could do anything! And that, even if you were dying, you'd survive, and make it.

Wishful thinking, I suppose.

But as Wally got stronger, you only grew weaker. The doctors you had visited said your condition had suddenly worsen out of the blue.

They said, at best, they could give you a few extra weeks of life. Maybe a month or 3, but you'd be heavily restricted. At that point, you'd be stuck to a hospital bed; your journey finishing right then and there.

So, you went against what they said. You held onto hope that, at the very least, you'd be able to collect all the gym badges.

Your calls with Wally became a bit more frequent, which he didn't reject to. Actually, he was really, really happy to hear you! Sometimes he'd get scared that something awful happened to you, so hearing your voice helped calm him.

You avoided telling him the truth though, instead asking about him, his Pokemon, and how far he is. Wally answered every question you had, becoming especially bright regarding his trainer status. You could hear the light and excitement irradiating from his voice, which made you smile.

When he asked about yours, you put on a cheery voice as you often did. Telling him everything was grand! You'd gotten a lot stronger, and had managed to collect another gym badge!

He congratulated you, saying how awesome you were! He asked if, when you two met again, you'd be willing to battle him.

You paused for a moment, not sure how to reply. You didn't want him to see you, not in your slowly deteriorating state. But at the same time you missed him. You wanted to see him again, physically. So, with an unheard reluctance, you agreed to the brawl!

Wally was concerned. You had never sounded so meek before. Never sounded so resistant to see him. He wondered if he did something wrong? If he displeased you someway. He tried not to let it get to his head, but the thought did irk him.

..when Wally finally saw you, he noticed how different you looked. Wally wasn't oblivious, but he didn't know how to bring it up. So, for the time being, you guys caught up! You told Wally how far you've gotten so far, and showed off your collection of badges! You also showed him your Pokemon, how strong they had gotten.

But Wally kept quiet, or replied only in short sentences. You notice his concern expression intensify upon bringing your Pokemon out. Their faces showed hints of sadness.

Finally, Wally asked if you were ok. Your quick reply more or less confirmed you weren't, despite your response portraying the contrary.

He took your hand into his and told you softly that, it's ok if you don't want to tell him. He just wants to make sure you're fine. His skin was so soft you had just noticed, and his delicate hold brought you comfort.

So, with hesitance, you finally told him what was happening. You told him how your illness had advanced, how limited your time was, what they adviced and why you went against it.

Wally looked at you with shock and sadness, but he tried not to overreact. Instead, he held you.

You brushed off his concern, and challenged him to a battle! Wally was stunned by how quickly you tried shifting the topic, and he declined at first. But you reminded him of the ole' trainer rule:

If two trainers lock eyes with one another, it is mandatory they begin a battle!

You wanted to distract yourself and him. You didn't want your illness to be a burden. At the very least you wanted to enjoy the time you had with him instead of focusing solely on you.

When the battle concluded, as if on cue, you coughed out. Wally could tell you were in pain, even if you tried playing it off as if you weren't. He quickly came to you, asking what was wrong and if he needed to call the hospital!

You weakly say it's fine, but Wally rebuked in an attempt to bring you back to reality. It was obvious you weren't 'fine', and he tried to convince you to go see a doctor; at the very least they could offer you some sort of pain reliever!

What was only worry for your well-being evolved into an argument. Even if you put on a happy face and chipper persona, you were suppressing a lot of emotions, and Wally was the unfortunate 'pin to the balloon'.

You let everything pour out, such poisonous words being thrown at him. Wally was stunned into silence by you, only able to endure your verbal assault. Your toxicity would of likely continued if another coughing fit hadn't taken over.

But this time, you weren't able to hide the pain. Your coughs rapidly grew worse, and the ache became too much to the point where your legs buckled in.

Wally panicked when he saw you dropping, but was able to keep calm enough to call the ambulance. He tried to help you as much as he could, but he didn't know what to do. Even you didn't.

When help finally arrived you had completely knocked out, a sickening pool of dark crimson pouring from your mouth that had convinced Wally for a moment that you were gone.

You were rushed to the nearest hospital. Wally wanted to come along with you, but the doctors refused and didn't take the precious time to hear his pleas.

..for the next few days, all Wally could think about was you. His journey had reached another stop, and he tried to stay at the hospital for as long as he could.

The only people he seemed to interact with was his gardivour, his uncle, and his parents. Other then that he had turned completely mute.

He felt guilty, as if this was his fault. The last thing you'd remember if you didn't make it was the two of you getting into an argument. Maybe if he hadn't been so pushy, you wouldn't of had a fit and be here.

He knew it was dumb to think like that, but he couldn't help it.

Sometimes, he'd visit your Pokemon who had been transported to a daycare in the hospital. They seemed just as scared as Wally was, but he knew fearing wouldn't do anything; it wasn't what you wanted either.

So, he tried to be positive. He thought you'd be able to pull through. You were one of the strongest people he knew!

You couldn't die yet, not when you hadn't even completed the gym challenges!

His optimism brought hope to your Pokemon, and to him as well! But Wally was split if he truly believed in what he just preached.

And every day that passed. Every hour you remained in your bed, motionless minus your chest pumping up and down from a machine you were hooked up with.

That hope grew dimmer and dimmer.

Sometimes he'd talk to you, gently rubbing your hand. Your guardian(s) allowed him to be near you, which he couldn't be more thankful for.

He'd tell you about his day, how boring the hospital was. He wondered if you could hear him? He hoped you could.

Wally missed you. He missed you so, so much. He missed seeing you walking around, he missed hearing your voice; he just wanted you.

Wally tried to pull himself together. He didn't want to seem weak in front of you, not when you needed the utmost attention right now. But he couldn't control himself for long.

Wally's gentle whimpers grew into uncontrollable crying. He was pleading to you, pleading to anyone, begging anyone to just---not take you away.

"P-please, S/O... I can't lose you. I...I love you!"

He wanted his words to reach you somehow, so that maybe... Maybe you would wake up.

But no amount of love laced words could pull you from your eternal slumber.

Your heart monitor began dropping. The beating of the machine inducing an intense anxiety into Wally. He cried out for help, and the doctors and nurses flooded the room like water.

Wally was pushed outside the room and force to watch as the medical team desperately tried to revive you. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach when every attempt resulted in nothing. No response, nothing.

The doctor came up to Wally, a sad expression on his face. The world went silent. He was muttering out words, lips moving, but Wally couldn't hear anything.

He didn't need to. He knew.

And he just breaks..

He's crying, perhaps even hyperventilating as the doctors attempted to calm him down. Wally knew you were gone. He thought he would be prepared for it, but the impact was too much for him to handle.

He cries, he cries a lot.

And then your funeral comes, but there aren't any tears. Not because he isn't sad, but because he can't squeeze anymore out. He just looks at your coffin in melancholy.

For awhile, Wally doesn't leave his house. When he returned to his parents, he is was nearly mute, and only stayed inside. All that progress had regressed, and he was back to his old self.

Wally wanted to care for your Pokemon himself, but he just wasn't in a good place. He couldn't even care for his own Pokemon, but they understood; your death affected them as well.

With some outside help from his family and his/your Pokemon, Wally slowly got better. Slow, but better.

It was painful for him, but he had to accept keeping you in memory while moving on.

He likes to think you'd want him to go forward, complete his journey. And he came up with a motivator; he couldn't be doing it for himself now, but for the both of you.

He'd do this. For you, and for himself.

He'll get stronger. He'll get braver. Because that's what you may of wanted from him.

Wally would never love someone as much as he did you. You mean the world to him. If only you two had more time together.

Wally will always miss you. The pain will lessen, perhaps even some of his feelings. But his love for you will mostly remain intact.

Wally would visit your grave frequently. But as time went on, the visits became less frequent. Still, he always brought your favourite gifts and most times your Pokemon came along with him.

He'll never forget you. Never.

This lovely artist is the person, I believe, made the drawing! I didn't ask for permission however, so if they ask me to remove the art, I shall!