We dropped Bobby and pawniards unconscious bodies at his mom's doorstep then continued on our way. We were off to kill the man who killed me once and for all. As we walked past the wreckage of the once vibrant Bloomtown we drew a few stares, but they were mostly focusing on mending their broken community. I looked in towards the dump and thought about all the pain that had happened there, and knew that today would be its end.

Cubone burst through the jet black door with a blast of blue flame, and we stepped inside to meet our destiny. Any Banettes that came were swiftly incinerated, ripped apart, or charred by us before they could summon reinforcements, and we quickly stood before the familiar door reading "ADMINISTRATION" that held my final resting place. Pichu zapped the electronic lock making a slight clicking noise, followed by a shower of sparks as it swung open. We stepped inside. My stuffed body hung on the wall, a sick trophy. My blood still stained the metal floor. As I observed my empty body I noticed all my fingers were cut off. It made me sick thinking of how they're being used right now. Deep scratch marks dig into my flesh, and I was barely recognizable. I felt sick to my stomach but I shook it off; We had a mission. Our targets chair was still warm, so he would probably be back shortly. While I waited, I looked through his drawers. I froze, my pikachu plush was there, but it was different. Littered with pentagram's, I held it close, this was the last thing I had to remember my mom, and it was ruined. I was ready to rip my killer to pieces.

My killer came through the doorway, looking confused as to why his door wasn't locked, but he had no time to wonder as marowak struck him in the head. He fell to the floor and his head split on the metal tile, oozing blood. I was ready. I lifted him by the head and focused, I could feel my vines burrowing into his skull and sapping his life force. His skin grew pale and his eyes rolled back into his head, his cheeks sunk in and he looked like a skeleton with skin. Eventually I relinquished my grasp, and he clattered to the floor, an empty vessel.