the flurry
she/her/hers
30
september 19
ringtown
pansexual
hitman
elite
it’s all winter here, even in august
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mclaren mcflurry
will i get to you a little 𝐅 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 if i was the 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐖 in the air ? ❆ the thought of dying in identity was... terrifying, to say the least. mcflurry never did put much value in her personality, her mark on the world, and yet —
she had her parents. her friends back in fiore. she had fans wanting to hear her play the piano again. she had people in hoenn, too. and thinking of losing that was...
she let a few tears escape as she trudged through the icy grounds, hiccupping and sniffling. she didn't want to lose all that. lose herself. she wasn't sure if she could live through that burder. wasn't sure if she was desperate enough, even.
but that felt selfish, didn't it? why should she get to die the easy way, when she'd ripped the life away from so many other people permanently? what made her better than them?
she tried to calm down as she took in what chu-e was telling her. that he died, too. that if she told anyone, he'd kill her. that he'd died like she would have to.
she slowly accepted the losses, in her mind. her parents and friends would mourn. her fans would mourn, and move on. the people in hoenn didn't know her that well. but.
just as she was about to take chu-e's hand, she hesitated, pulling back a fraction.
there was just one thing that would make her turn into a monster, that she'd be happy to turn into a monster, if only she could keep them.
"i — i-is there any way for me to keep... m-my pokemon? p-please. they're — they're the only th-things i h-have left. i d-don't want to mc, mcdie if i can't..."
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