I was at home with Lilli, my pet Pokemon. Some others were around too, but Lilli was the important one. She was such a cute Lillipup; she still is cute, but she's long since evolved from her form as a Lillipup. Her once golden fur has become patchy and white, and the sparkles in her eyes have been covered over by a crusty, milky substance. Age has very much caught up to her.

That's why when Zekrom, Reshiram, and Kyurem started their own uninhibited apocalyptic paths of destruction, I decided that I shouldn't use her to help try to quell their destruction. She's tired and just wants to rest now.

Instead, I decided to borrow another family member's muscular, healthy Pitbull (Snubul.) Officially, Pitbull was a treated as a Snubul, but Pitbull was indeed the four legged dog of the same name. Usually, Pitbull would be on a leash, but I decided I could trust him; I wanted us to have a relationship of shared respect for each other, rather than that of an owner and a pet. Immediately, Pitbull ran off in the opposite direction...

Pleasing, I chased after the 'mon my relatives had lent me in a halfhearted show that they did not want to see the end of everything and themselves due to the coordinated destruction of rampaging dragon gods. Moreso, their apathy extended to even spending their last moments with Pitbull, a Pokemon they've been with since just after he was born.

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After some time, I chased Pitbull back to the house. Forests had now been reduced to vague stumps. Fish were floating, dead, at the surface of the ocean after whatever extra wide beam Reshiram was indefinitely shooting out passed by, sinking however deep into the depths as it did. I was losing time, and Pitbull wasn't going to start cooperating fast enough.

Climbing up the stairs, I ploped myself down on the floor, lying in front of the bookshelf. Staring at the weird titles like "More Sex than a Billionaire," I realized the books weren't really gonna help me pass the time. Instead, I started sorting a stack of Pokemon cards by HP and type like I've done in the past.

Upon hearing the slightest movement from a family member nearby, I tensed. Putting away the cards, I ended up locking myself in the bathroom. There were a number of dresses and even some hair extension thingies in the bathroom.

Seeing no reason not to, especially when all life could easily end in an indefinite amount of time, I decided to try on the shiny, feminine clothing. Looking at my face in the mirror caught me off guard; it appeared like it was stretched out horizontally to a noticable extent. There was some makeup I could and would try on too. If my family saw as I passed by and reacted negatively, so be it. It'd be the last time I see them before the dragons end all life anyways. Either that, or I'll walk back as someone who helped to save the world.

Deciding that maybe the dragons would actually listen if I showed up not hating myself like usual, and possessing actual intent to not die, I approached Pitbull with new resolve to confront the destroyers.