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We have all played Pokémon at least once in our lives, or at the very least heard of it. We all hear how nice the world of Pokémon is, how fun it is.
How untrue this is, as there is a terrible truth that resides within a rickety old house deep in Eterna forest of the Sinnoh region.
The truth of one of the most gruesome incidents in Pokémon history.
Cindy Arseneau was a young girl who lived in the mansion owned by her father, Leonidas Arseneau and their graying butler, Chives. Cindy was a sweet young girl who loved her father very much, but was often very lonely due to her father being busy constantly.
All she truly wanted was a friend. And one day she was granted her wish when a peculiar Pokémon appeared in front of her as she was watching TV in an upstairs bedroom, the name of which she later discovered was Rotom.
Delighted, she played with her new friend daily, discovering Rotom’s shapeshifting abilities. Together they would prank Chives; Cindy would have the Pokémon transform into household appliances and shock the butler when he attempted to use them. The butler would laugh warmly as Cindy came running out of hiding shouting, "I got you! I got you!"
It was on the day of Leonidas’s wedding anniversary that the incident occurred.
Leonidas’s wife, Victoria, had died during childbirth, and he held a grudge against his daughter even though it was not her fault. She could always feel his cold stares at her turned back, but she loved him to pieces regardless.
This particular day, Leonidas longed for his wife to be at his side. He sat at his long dinner table downing enough wine to quench the thirst of a room full of governors.
“Another glass for you, Victoria!” he would bellow, and belch.
Chives was upstairs, tucking a blanket over the shoulder of a sleeping Cindy when he heard the drunken shout of his master from downstairs.
“Chives! Come downstairs at once!”
Recognizing the drunken wobble of Leonidas’ voice, Chives switched the light off in Cindy’s room and hurried downstairs.
Within the dining room, the butler found the master of the house reduced to a drunken mass of limbs sprawled across the wine stained dining room table. Chives smiled gently before speaking.
“Yes, Mr. Arseneau?”
The man slowly lifted his head, his forehead wrinkled and his cheeks red and sweaty.
“I’m hungry. Make me a steak.”
"Yes sir, how would you like your steak cooked?"
Leonidas groaned, reaching for a glass, knocking it over and frowning at the clatter of it hitting the table and spilling its contents over his already soiled pants.
He glared up at the butler with glazed eyes.
Chives knew that Leonidas had an unpredictable temper even when he was sober, and did not want to take any chances.
"Of course sir. I will be back momentarily with your food."
When Chives returned to the dining hall, Leonidas was in an even further drunken state. He carefully set down the plate of meat in front of the man.
"I hope you enjoy it, sir."
Leonidas slowly placed a piece of meat in his mouth in his mouth and chewed before spitting it in the poor butlers face.
With a shout, he grabbed the plate with the remaining steak and threw it against the wall behind him.
The noise of shattering porcelain traveled upstairs and awoke Cindy.
She stumbled downstairs, bleary eyed, to find her father shouting at Chives.
"My fucking steak was supposed to be well done, you fucking idiot!" he spat.
"Dad? What's wrong?"
Leonidas turned around to see his daughter, staring at him with wide eyes. A smaller version of her mother in every respect.
His voice was tight.
"Go to your room sweetheart, I'm just talking to Chives."
She narrowed her eyes, looking at the state of the dining room. The spilled booze. The smashed plate, the steaks juice running down the wall.
The steak knife still clutched in her father's shaking hand.
Cindy ran to the butler and wrapped her arms around his leg.
"No, I'm not going to leave!"
Leonidas looked at her, and up to Chives.
"Go to your room, Cindy."
His eyes darkened, and his voice became louder. He advanced towards her and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Go to your room you little bitch."
"You're HURTING ME!" She cried.
Leonidas smacked her across the face and after the initial shock, she began to cry.
Looking down at her, his face softened and he began to move closer to her again, but Chives moved in front of his path.
"Please do not harm the girl, master."
"Get the fuck out of my way."
He reached into his pocket, and summoned his Typhloshion.
"Typhloshion, get them out of my way."
The beast released a burst of flame from it's mouth. Cindy ran, and the Pokémon directed it's attack towards the sudden movement.
With a flash, Cindy's white nightgown was alight.
The light cotton acted as quick ammunition as the flames crept up her body.
She was screaming. Screaming and batting at her dress and screaming.
Leonidas quickly realized what he had done, running towards his daughter and attempting to put out the flames consuming her body.
He grabbed the closest liquid and doused her with it. The fire blazed brighter and Cindy screamed louder.
"What on Earth do you think you are doing?" Chives yelled, shoving the shocked Leonidas to the side.
Tearing and ripping at the burning nightgown, Chives soon found it was too late. Cindy's screaming ceased, and her body fell limp in the butler's arms.
"Is she okay?" Leonidas said, "Cindy?"
The little girl's arms were burned black, her legs a raw aching red. Her mouth was still open wide in the picture of agony.
24 hours later, the door of Arseneau Chateau was broken down by a group of authorities.
The smell of wine, blood, and burnt flesh hit their noses.
They had been tipped off by a man who could barely speak through his sobbing.
"Two people are dead in the mansion in the woods near Eterna."
Inside of the house, they could hear the soft humming of a Pokémon ... crying?
Following the noise, they walked into the dining hall.
A wine soaked table. A chandelier. An orange Pokémon hovering over a spot on the floor, humming quietly as it stared down at something.
On the floor lay a girl, burnt black and red from her legs to her neck. Almost in the shape of a dress.
Her eyes were closed, as was her mouth. There were tears streaked down her face.
Three feet away from her lay an elderly man, a steak knife lodged in his throat.
He was dressed in a typical butler's attire.
To this day no one has inhabited the "Old Chateau" except for Pokémon.
Rumors say that Cindy and Chives still lurk through the rooms of the Chateau... lost... looking for a way out.
It is said that Rotom still plays with Cindy by turning into the television to prank Chives.
"I got you! I got you!"
Written by Wotter Power