Pichu didn't know what happened, but he had collapsed onto the muddy forest floor. His body was in the worst condition possible, dark purple wounds and dark red blood splotched all over his body. A mild static in his mind told him he had possibly sustained quite a severe head injury. Why was he here again? Oh right. He had been struck severely on his head by the opponent he was facing. Almost instinctually, he had ran away until he had collapsed from the injury and blood loss. Pain started to run through every fiber of his being as the adrenaline started to wear off. As he stared blankly into the sky, Pichu could feel his hazy find recall memories from his life. To be more exact, Pichu was starting to reexperience his old memories, those from his childhood. This was most likely a effect of his head injury. Suppose this is what's called life flashing before your eyes..? When Pichu was 10 years old, on his birthday, his father returned home with a small colorful box. Handing it to the little Pichu, his father chuckled as Pichu mercilessly tore through the packaging, revealing a Nintendo Switch-not the secondhand ones but a new one! Little Pichu grinned ear to ear, looking up to see his father's face. Except...his father's face was...well, blank. Not a single feature on that face, smooth, textureless nothingness. The fatherlike monster reached a paw out to Pichu, who squeezed his eyes shut. In the darkness of his mind, Pichu saw himself sitting blankly at his computer, playing who knows what games. Pichu could hear his mother and sisters calling to him, but even when Pichu tried to reply, no sound came from his throat. Pichu felt like he was trapped in the shadow of his room, unable to move a muscle, completely helpless. Suddenly Pichu felt something light land on him. Opening his eyes, he had returned to the arena's seemingly peaceful atmosphere. His breathing has jagged, the repressed emotions bubbling in his chest. Another white parachute had fallen to the ground, holding a somewhat familiar sight...his Nintendo Switch?? When he held it up, the screen automatically turned on. Sponsor(s): A gift to our beloved streamer The livestream's chat was displayed on the screen, with words all saying things like "fs in the chat for Pichu" "Rip Pichu" "gg Pichu". The viewers seemed to already be morning their content farmer's impeding death.
// I don't want to d ie // Pichu felt as his hold on the item tightened, clenching it to almost breaking. All these years, he had really neglected his family. He had been so absorbed by video games, trying desperately to claw away the hallow feeling his father left in his heart, to run away from it, that he had forgotten his present family. Mother. his older brother. His 11 year old sister. He had ignored them all. At this moment Pichu desperately wanted to live, even as the Nintendo Switch's screen started to flash red, beeping at intervals as his "fans" started a countdown, in some twisted act of "mercy". Wordless tears flowed freely down his dirty face, unwiped. ...10 ...9 ...8 ...7 ...6 ...5 ...4 ...2 .........."Im sorry" A barely audible whisper addressed to no one specifically. ...1 A bright light bloomed from the overheated device, the fiery light quickly enveloping the small child. A tiny mushroom cloud could be seen in the live steam screen. The unseen comments poured into the live chat. They would never be read by the host. With this, concluded Pichu's final livestream. END Rip my gamer boy, you made it pretty far. (he has survived the longest this means he is my tribute with the highest gambling luck w ) Too tired to add a real tn
