Maybe It's Time To Go...

...You thought everything was going to be okay, and for a while it was.

But then it wasn’t.

    You stare down at the blank pieces of paper you set on the table, lacking a pen, and a will you just stared at them. You just. Stared. 

    You had gotten the news of The Nothing starting to move again, a slow crawl inwards getting closer and closer to home day by day. The news to come help, the warning to leave. You took in a shuddering breath, and blinked away tears. You know you have to go, but you don’t want to. You gripped the table cloth tightly in your shaking hands, you really, really don’t want to go. This was your life, your home. You built this shop with your parents by hand, you grew into your skills of making teas, and soups. You were truly living your dream, gathering and buying only what you needed, and making your shop, your home, a special place to visit. 

    But things were changing as The Nothing approached and you knew it. The ghosts living in your home grew unsettled and nervous, the items in your shop becoming settled as the ghosts fled or simply were too scared to engage in their normal activities. As if levitating a cup or knocking over some spices would spur The Nothing to catch them. The people were affected too, you’ve given many tearful and sad goodbyes since the news came. 

    You sighed and your shoulders drooped, tears rolling down your cheeks. You knew you had to go, and despite not wanting to, and having nowhere to go. You are going to go. You know you can’t stay. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the growing pit in your chest, and you take a deep shaky breath. You open your eyes, with a sliver of determination. You are going. You are going to leave, and you are going to see how bad The Nothing really is doing. 

    But  first you have something to take care of. You can’t bring everything with you, and you know that many personal items will have to be left behind. As you simply do not have the space to carry them with you, but you do have something else. You have pokeballs, many of them unused. You might not be able to take everything with you, but you might be able to take some of your roommates. 

    Gripping onto a pokeball, attached low on your chest you bring it out. Many of the ghosts who had come to watch vanished, much to your dismay. But there were still two pokemon there. Both strange fusions, but they were not afraid. You capture them both.