I think he meant he didn't use her IN the actual battles, but he kind of fucked that up that line among other things.>>23532884
I guess I'm one to talk, huh?
As I left the pokecenter for the final time, I gazed at the dawn stone I used on Curly. It was darker than a dusk stone, darker than a moonless night, a perfect physical analogy to the corruption that conquered my soul. I vowed never to capture another pokemon for as long as I lived, and even debated on releasing my own, making all these years of filling the pokedex and my PC boxes a waste. However, when I came home, an egg lay near my doorstep. I took it in, not knowing what else to do with it, and it hatched almost the instant I held it in my arms, most likely due to the hot sun beating down on it for so long keeping it warm, into a female ralts.....with a curly cap?!
I had no idea what to make of this. Was this Curly reborn? Or was this the misplaced offspring of another ralts who was experimented on? Or maybe Curly found this egg somewhere and never told me for some reason? Either way, I raised the ralts, naming her Curly, after the one I had so heartlessly murdered.
Were you expecting a happy ending? Well, maybe that can be considered a form of forgiveness, but it doesn't end there. Sometimes I can feel something gently wrapping around me, almost as if I'm being embraced, along with a cute giggle. Could it be the spirit of Curly wrapping her arms around me as a sign of forgiveness? Perhaps, but the dreams......the dreams never end. Every night, I see her there in the darkness, writhing in pain as she evolves again and again into that abomination that was never meant to exist, all the while crying out to me.
"Help me, please. Help me....."
The fucking end.