◥𖦛╩𖦛◤ WARNING: Blood/Gore, Death

"*Yawn* What a hassle.."
The shiny frogadier grumbled, his arms behind his head in a carefree manner as he walked along a narrow path.
The freezing wind crinkled a small plastic bag further in his hand. "I really didn't have to do this for them, I really didn't.. Ugh, I just love torturing myself, don't I?"
He let out a long breath, shivering a bit from the cold as he checked the bag for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He wanted to make sure he had everything- just for his parents. He denied it, but he loved both of them deeply, despite how imperfect or stubborn they were.

He paused in his tracks, before walking again hastily. It wasn't good at all to stay in one spot in these woods for long. There were wild pokemon here, after all.
He walked for what seemed like an eternity, glancing around rapidly until he saw a familiar shape in the distance, which brought him relief.
He picked up speed, his walk turning into a run as he bounded towards the barely noticeable path, covered by soil and grass. Finally. He was home.

The frogadier let out a sigh of relief as he turned the door knob, a creak cutting through the silence as he pushed the door back. Why.. Why was it so quiet? Normally he would at least hear his father tuning his guitar in the background, or the footsteps of his mother as she went over to greet him one way or another. It was strange.. He wasn't used to this at all.

He took a few steps inside, taking care to close the door behind him. The frogadier shivered a bit. It was cold in here- just as cold as it was outside. Did someone not turn the heater on? He grumbled in slight annoyance and confusion. Did they.. Did they leave him..? They couldn't have!

"Mooom. Dad? Hellloooo??" he spoke out for confirmation, but as he walked out of the main hall, he saw.. His parents. But they were lying face down, and-
His heart lurched for just a second, seeing the scarlet red liquid pooling out beneath them. Red soaked his father's gray fur, and splattered onto his mom's tongue scarf. He felt himself hyperventilating for a second, beads of sweat falling down his face, but he tried to calm his nerves. This couldn't happen to him, right? He didn't believe it, they weren't gone.. They couldn't be gone..

"S-stop with the act, this isn't funny. I know you're joking with me"
There was silence. They didn't even budge.
He grew more wary at that.
"I got you both gifts. You can at least act grateful at that instead of doing this sick joke to me"
There was still silence. The frogadier let out a long, shaky breath, feeling as if he could just burst into tears. But he didn't.
"I'll.. I'll put this in the kitchen and go to sleep." He said, with a lump in his throat, setting down the white plastic bag on the counter. "I'll see you both tomorrow". The frogadier walked towards his room, almost falling sideways as he had to walk around his parents. He really hoped everything could be better in the morning in this scenario.

As soon as he walked in, he covered himself in blankets, flopping down on his bed with a small creaking sound. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to find some sort of comfort in his dreams.. But he felt a small trickle of warm liquid land on his cheek. He felt extremely relieved, thinking that it was at least his father leaning over his bed to tease him of how he overreacted to nothing, but.. No one was there. Blood dripped from the ceiling, splattering all over his face, his bed, his blankets.
He felt like yelling out in agony of what he was seeing, wishing that this terrible nightmare was over.

"You're alone now, Kieran"
What he heard made his blood run cold, his head whipping around to the source of the voice.