BanetteXReader! The Forgotten One!

One calm afternoon, your five year old self was outside of your house, playing in your front yard with your family’s playful Lillipup. The two of you had been together for as long as you could remember and when you turned ten, your mother promised that you and Lillipup could go on an adventure through the region together.

Interrupting your game of tag, your mother’s shiny silver convertible pulled up into your drive way. As she stepped out of the car she called your name. You and your Lillipup ran to her and you all exchanged hugs.

“How was your day, Mommy?” You asked her in a chipper tone of voice.

“It was good, sweet heart. Let’s go inside, I have a gift for you!” she replied with a smile on her face.

“Yay! A present!” you cheered, and ran into your house. She followed you inside, with her briefcase and a plastic bag in her hands, Lillipup followed behind her.

“Alright, close your eyes and hold your hands out!” your mother ordered sternly.

You nodded in agreement and followed her directions. A few seconds afterwards a soft object was placed in your hands.

“Alright, you can open them now!” she told you, excitedly.

You immediately opened your eyes. In your hands was a squishy plush toy of some Pokémon you didn’t know the name off. It was adorable and very soft.

“Do you love it, sweetheart?” she asked, although she didn’t need to because the smile on your face explained your feelings perfectly.
“I do, Mommy! I love it very much!” you exclaimed and ran to hug her.

“I’m so glad!” she replied and hugged you back. Afterwards you played with that lovely doll until it was time for dinner, and again after you finished your food. You truly did love that doll, and you were absolutely obsessed with it for the longest time, but like any other toy you got as a five year old, you grew out of it after a while. Of course there were other toys that were better and more popular, so it’s not surprising that you did. It was just a doll anyways, it didn’t matter that much, right?

Time went on as it always has; you eventually left on your journey with your faithful Lillipup that you grew up with. So many great things happened to you. You won gym battles, made many friends, and built your party as you adventured on, and all of this happened without you thinking of that old doll once.

One day, you were battling wild Pokémon with your fully evolved Lillipup, your Stoutland. The two of you loved training, he was strong and you were witty, you made a great pair.

As you finished off the wild bug herd you were fighting off, you heard the sound of rustling bushes. That sound normally meant more wild Pokémon but there was another sound that went along with the rustling, a slow and steady clapping sound.

You both quickly turned your bodies towards the sound, and made matching battle stances. In the middle of the bush was a boy, who looked about the same age as you. His hair was long and grey; it was covering his eyes, so you couldn’t see them.

“That was a lovely battle, you both are very talented.” He said in a smooth but almost dark tone of voice. You weren’t sure how to respond, it was normal for trainers to appear out of nowhere but something about this boy was unsettling.

“Thank you…” you responded, staring at him curiously.

The two of you stared at each other for a while. He was very mysterious looking, even by the clothes he was wearing. You noticed your Stoutland was on guard, he could feel there was something off about this boy as well. After a few minutes of remote silence, you spoke up.

“Would you like to have a Pokémon battle?” You asked. You assumed he was a trainer who wanted to take you on.

“Oh no, I don’t have any Pokémon to battle with.” he responded.

You were surprised. No one came into this forest without any Pokémon of their own, it was far too dangerous. The wild Pokémon were viscous and would attack anyone, wither they had Pokémon with them or not.

“Oh. Then what do you want?” you asked him. This boy was defiantly suspicious.

“Well, I’ve been watching you battle for a while and it looked quite tiring. I was thinking you might like to take a rest?” he proposed.

This wouldn’t be the first time going into a stranger’s house to rest. It was thought of as common custody around these areas. You did need a rest, so it seemed like a good idea to take him up on his offer, but still there was something about him that you didn’t like. Maybe you were just a little paranoid though. So you decided to go with him to this house.

When you agreed he seemed really happy. The boy guided you through the think forest to a little house in a small clearing. For some reason, no wild Pokémon came near the two of you at all. It was very strange.

At one point a baby Caterpie, who seemed very lost, was on the path in front of you. The minute he saw the two of you, instead of engaging in battle, flee immediately.

The boy let you inside to his one-roomed house. It was very empty. There was only a bed, a small rug, and a very tiny kitchen. The house seemed fairly new from the outside, but old on the inside. There were cobwebs on the ceiling fan and dust everywhere.

“I’m sorry about the mess, you see I’ve been sick as of late and it’s been hard to clean. I hope you don’t mind.” He explained as he walked inside as well, closing the door behind him.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” You responded, forcing a smile on your face. Earlier you had to put Stoutland back inside of his pokeball because he was starting to get violent towards the boy, but now you wished that he was out here with you. This house, and the boy, were just a little too odd for you to be comfortable. You sat down on the side of the bed; there was nowhere else to sit. He began making tea.

“So, tell me about yourself, what is your name?” he asked as he began making the drink.

“Ah I’m _______” you replied as your eyes wandered the home.

“Oh that’s such a pretty name…” he said with a sad expression on his face.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

“I’m fine.”  He responded as he finished preparing the tea and handed you a class. You thanked him and then began sipping it. The flavor surprised you. Your mother used to make tea with this exact flavor, it was her favorite and you’re favorite too. She created the recipe herself.

“I hope you like it, it’s my best friends favorite flavor.” He explained with a smirk plastered across his face.

“Huh?” How could he know this flavor? Your mother always kept it a secret; she said it was her secret she wouldn’t share with anyone except for you. There was no way he could know it.

“You seem confused, don’t you recognize me?” he asked innocently. His emotions changed so quickly. You were silent. Now you knew there was something defiantly wrong. You didn’t recognize this boy at all.

“I’m not surprised, I was nothing to you was I?” he added, in an angry tone. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“I loved you so much, and I thought you loved me too, but I guess I was just a toy.” The boy looked like he was about to break down into tears now.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, who are you?!” you finally asked him violently, standing up off of the bed. Your footing was wobbly for some reason. You suddenly felt extremely tired.

“I suppose now you would call me Banette, but you used to call me dolly.” That was the last thing you heard him say before the world turned black around you and you felt yourself fall.

Dolly? What did he mean by Dolly? You had never seen that boy in your life. He didn’t look familiar at all. How did he know you?

When you woke up you were surrounded by darkness. The boy was standing in front of you with a silver knife in his hand and that smirk plastered across his face.  He laughed.

“This is what you get for abandoning me.”

You could feel pain. Your hands felt something warm and wet.

“I loved you so much.”

When you raised your hands to where you could see them, they were covered in something red.

“You said you loved me.”

The world around you was hazy; your body was feeling numb.

“YOU LIAR!”