The People Who Are Still Alive (Semi-Sequel to FTGOAOF, v2.0)

She stared at the collapsing bridge as it toppled some buildings nearby. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she barks out a humorless laugh. She wrings her wrists and picks up her Riolu doll, Soliel. She laughs again, unable to stop as her friends and family are being crushed under the infrastructure. A broken smile spreads on her face, realising the complete ridiculoisness of the situation, however grim.
Her name is Blanche Griffin, and in a few minutes she will be the last person alive in Castelia city.
She has white hair due to weird genetics in the Pokemon world, tanned skin and murky grey-green eyes. She was a Trainer once, before her Shuppet Soleil possessed her toy to evade capture.
"Stop laughing," the zipper on Soleil's mouth opened.
"When everything is falling apart, it's my last defence agaost sanity." Blanche replied.
She has lost everything and more, and there is nothing she could do but watch from the lighthouse. She feels a hand on her shoulder and she stops mid-laugh. She is motionless as the person talks in a smooth, exotic voice. Instead she peers at the hand on her shoulder. Almost white, with long fingernails and fingerless black leather gloves.
"Hello." It's a musical tone, high pitched and vaguely Indian. "I would like to wish you luck. Try to stay alive. I would like to meet again." Blanche nods stiffly and he disappears in a puff of grey smoke.
She watched everyone in the city die and she has no idea what to do now. So she sits down and watches the city crumble. Soleil finds an impaled Victini in the boiler room of the lighthouse, still fresh being the meat of a legendary. Finding nothing else to do with the rabbit and they will be stuck there for a while, they call it dinner.
You're a sadistic S.O.B, aren't you, Blanche thinks to herself.
Soleil invades her thoughs and nods her fabric head.

Somewhere, in a far off place, in a nondescript town, an equine Being looks down on the world from His mountain and sees her.
He sees her and gives up on her survival. She's on her own now.
Arceus turns to more important matters, such as why Giratina always starts in on the round late when singing "row row row your boat".

Blanche felt a shiver up her spine as she subconsciously learned that the gods threw away their faith in this particular life-form.
Soleil, being dead, thought nothing of it. It's what happened when you die, anyways.


N stands at a beach in another nondescript town somewhere by Nimbasa, glaring at his reflection in the water.
"Should we go?" Zekrom asks behind him.
N shakes his head. "No. I must finish what I started. He sits down, and pulls something out of his bagpack. "This puzzle!" And starts piecing the jigsawed cardboard shapes together.
Three seconds later, N in lying on the ground, his throat slit crudely by draconic talons. No one seems to care, or even notice. Zekrom dissapears, and will not be seen for a while.
Blanche regards her fate, ironic laughs ringing through the air once more. Soleil drifts onto her shoulder and watch Plasma's handiwork from afar.

Ghetsis was doing dictator-y things in Plasma Castle. One of the Triad came and told him about the survivor. To this Ghetsis scoffed. No child could so easily upsurp him, especially not one even younger than Noir, and he's dead.

He waves it off.