Pokémon The 1K Words Oneshots

[Cresselia92]

Hello, everyone! Welcome to my series of oneshots.

The themes of these oneshots are going to be varied, ranging from humor to adventure to drama, and they will be either Teen-rated or Everyone-rated.

However, they all will follow this simple rule: no oneshot must have less or more than 1.000 words. This is mostly a personal experiment to learn how to optimize word count and trim unnecessary parts and stuff.

With this said, here’s my first oneshot, which is centered around an infamous theme in Pokémon: Nuzlocke runs. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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List of Oneshots

✧ "Last ‘Mon Standing" ✧
[Teen | Nuzlocke | Action / Tragedy]

A Pokémon and their human partner face the fight of their lives against their rivals! Who will come out victorious and who will bite the dust? Pokémon POV.
[CW: character death]​

 

[Cresselia92]

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Thousands of unknown faces are staring at us, looking from every corner of the stadium. Roaring, cheering, waiting to see who will win this fight.

Our final fight. Against our rivals.

We’ve come so far. I remember when we first met, a year ago. When you looked at me. When I looked back at you. When destiny made us meet each other.

We’ve faced many challenges. Met new friends. Battled other humans. Seen our team become stronger. And… lost many of our teammates. I still miss them. I know you miss them, too.

But now we’re here. Our dream is finally at our reach. Our friends have sacrificed everything for us. Only us two remain now.

It’s time to become legends. Champions.

I won’t fail you, my friend.

Your rival shouts something. I see the cannons of my rival filling with water, before shooting enormous streams in my direction. With a flap of my wings, I fly high and away from the jets.

“Air Slash,” you shout.

I adjust my trajectory before flapping my wings with all my might, sending sharp blades of wind toward my rival. However, he reacts quickly by hiding inside his impenetrable shell. The blades clash noisily on its surface, dissipating in clouds of air.

You look thoughtful, and from the look you are giving me, it seems you have an idea.

“Dragon Pulse,” you say, and point your finger toward the upper hole of the shell — straight to the head.

I nod and gather a powerful energy in my jaws, the destructive essence of a dragon. I swoop down and unleash the blue wave into the hole, letting out all my fury.

My rival cries out loudly. That shriek fills me with pride — the attack succeeded.

Your rival shouts a new command, and before I can react, my rival rams into me. I hear a crunch in my chest, my ribs struck at full force. I roar in agony as I’m sent reeling backwards. Then, I hit the floor.

My rival rushes forward and pins me to the ground with a foot. He aims his cannons at me, more water starting to flow into them and readying to shoot a point blank blow.

No… I need to get up. I must get up. For our fallen friends. For us.

I feel my throat becoming incandescent as the fire on my tail becomes brighter and bigger. I roar on my rival’s face, releasing an explosive stream of flames, strong enough to make him stagger back in shock and allowing me to wriggle out of the way.

My rival retreats in the shell and whirls like a spinning top, racing toward me at top speed.

I hear you shout “Catch with Metal Claw,” which I find odd. But I trust you, so I do as you commanded.

I spread out my arms while my claws become as hard as steel, before digging my claws into the spinning form of my rival. I let out a strained growl — my rival is spinning way too fast — and I feel the corners of the shell scraping at my skin and arms. However, the rotation slowly comes to a halt, and my rival wriggles in my grasp, trying to break free.

I won’t allow this. I gather more fire in my mouth and spew another stream toward my rival, encasing both of us in a twister of flames. The anguished roars of a burning beast echo around the stadium, but they are stifled by the uproar of yelling humans, rooting for their favorites.

You smile at me. We are about to win!

However, your rival… has that unreadable expression. Dark, almost twisted.

Your rival shouts another command and I feel myself like freezing. I notice an orb of ice forming inside my rival’s jaws, aimed straight at me.

I panic — my claws are stuck into the shell. I won’t be able to get out of the way.

And then, a chilling energy invades my whole body, snuffing out the heat I had been radiating until now. I try to roar, but only a wheeze comes out from my throat. Even my lungs are frozen, after that powerful attack.

I fall to my knees. Attempt to breathe, cough, shiver. I can feel my flame fading.

Your rival looks at us, almost with pity. It’s hard to tell underneath that smug expression. You, however, have a different expression.

Shocked.

Terrified.

Hopeless.

Your rival points at me, then looks at my rival. The last command.

My rival takes a few steps back, just as two enormous towers of water erupt from the cannons and form a massive tidal wave. I try to flap my wings, but they are covered in thick ice, making it impossible to escape by flying.

I look at you. You look back at me. We both know what’s about to come, but we’ll push through the deep end.

Together.

You mutter your command.

“Blast Burn.”

Glaring defiantly at the tsunami, I gather all the firepower I have left in my body. I send every single bit of energy into my mouth. Then, I let it all out. A raging inferno races through the arena.

Fire and water clash together in a glorious explosion of steam and scalding liquid, two mortal enemies trying to win against each other.

My rival and I are caught in the chaos. But out of both, I took it worse.

With no energy in my body, I hit the ground. I feel numb, my sight is darkening.

I hear you calling me by my name. The name you’ve given me when we first met.

You lift my head and look at me. I can see you as a bit more than a shadow now, but the gleam in your eyes is unmistakable.

You beg me. Implore me to not go. To hang in there. To stay with you.

But this is a promise I can’t fulfill.

I’ve failed, my friend.

My flame goes out.

I’m sorry…

 

[Adamhuarts]

REVIEW FOR LAST MON STANDING

My head empty today, so I was looking for a short fic to review and happened to find this while scrolling through the forum pages.

I must say, I really liked this oneshot, and I could easily see it being a oneshot to a sort of rising back to the top sort of tale. None of the characters had names whatsoever in this, yet they didn't feel like cardboard cut-outs in the least bit.

I liked how you narrated the battle sequence especially, and it was pretty interesting seeing it from the perspective of the Charizard rather than the trainer themselves. It's a bit sad that they ended up losing the battle even though they seemingly had a lot riding on it, but hey, losing is just an opportunity to shine even brighter, right?

 

[zion of arcadia]

The decision to limit yourself to (exactly?) 1K words is an interesting exercise. While I'll always appreciate economy in word choice, perhaps you could be a little less stringent next time? Sometimes the prose felt a little too bare bones, forced to work in broad strokes so you could hit your goal.

That said, I always envy people who can write such engaging fight scenes. I often struggle to keep them interesting. You capture the highs and lows of a fight, with some extravagant choreography thrown in for the spectacle, and then end on a rather somber note with the death of Charizard as they fail in the rival fight.

I also liked how you paralleled the rivalry between Red and Blue with the rivalry between Charizard and Blastoise. It created a nice sense of synergy. My only complaint is at the end, the primary narrative focus is on the reactions from the humans. We never really get a sense of what Blastoise feels as he vanquishes his long time rival.

We’ve faced many challenges. Met new friends. Battled other humans. Seen our team become stronger. And… lost many of our teammates. I still miss them. I know you miss them, too.

This is an example of what I mean by the prose being too broad at times. I would've liked details here, about their fallen comrades, or specifics regarding their relationship. I want to miss these characters too! But it's hard to do when there's not much there for me to latch onto other than the abstract principle of loss.

I adjust my trajectory before flapping my wings with all my might, sending sharp blades of wind toward my rival.

'flapping my wings with all my might' sound a little cartoonish for such a dramatic moment. Could maybe show the effort through a nonverbal cue, instead--bones straining, grunting, wind cleaving the air? Something along those lines.

I swoop down and unleash the blue wave into the hole

Heh. Hole. Again, I might slightly adjust your word choice here. Seam in the shell, perhaps?

I hear a crunch in my chest, my ribs struck at full force. I roar in agony as I’m sent reeling backwards.

If you can rewrite this without filtering it through Charizard's perceptions--I hear, I felt, I saw, etc.--it can give the prose more oomph. So, say: 'There's a sickening crunch as my chest caves...'

He aims his cannons at me, more water starting to flow into them and readying to shoot a point blank blow.

Could replace the and with a comma for a slightly smoother flow.

Your rival shouts another command and I feel myself like freezing.

Typo? I feel myself freezing, or something along those lines, correct?

I liked the little nonverbal cues from Blue. Like his smirks or his smug acceptance of everything that happened. And I enjoyed the relationship between the trainer and their Charizard, just would've liked a few more concrete details to solidify the bond beyond destiny. One of the appeals of nuzlockes are the interplay in personality, after all. That's what makes the tragedy hit all the harder when we lose a Pokemon.

 

[Rainfall]

Hey Cress! Here for Blitz!

Nuzlocke fast fic, this is curious! I'm not very deep in the gaming side of pokemon, but I'm definitely aware of this major meta. Also, I've ended up nearly quoting your whole story, it seems! Couldn't help it, everything added to the story, and even if I'm just saying how good it was, I wanted to include it in the quotes! Also, I don't think I'm ready yet for The Meaning of Power, but I'm excited to read it sometime in the future!
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It's a power title. Last 'Mon Standing.

Thousands of unknown faces are staring at us, looking from every corner of the stadium. Roaring, cheering, waiting to see who will win this fight.

Our final fight. Against our rivals.

We’ve come so far. I remember when we first met, a year ago. When you looked at me. When I looked back at you. When destiny made us meet each other.

Opens strong, in media res. The epic finale, much riding on this final face-off, the culmination of a year of training, effort, striving.

We’ve faced many challenges. Met new friends. Battled other humans. Seen our team become stronger. And… lost many of our teammates. I still miss them. I know you miss them, too.

But now we’re here. Our dream is finally at our reach. Our friends have sacrificed everything for us. Only us two remain now.

It’s time to become legends. Champions.

I won’t fail you, my friend.

I love that first paragraph there. Successive sentence fragments following the leading statement. A whole story summed up in a moment. Building up to this peak, this point in time.
Knowing it's a Nuzlocke, the stakes are going to be grave. "I won't fail you, my friend" seals the nature of this relationship, that of a deep bond between trainer and mon.

Your rival shouts something. I see the cannons of my rival filling with water, before shooting enormous streams in my direction. With a flap of my wings, I fly high and away from the jets.

As will be confirmed later, this is almost certainly POV of charizard versus blastoise. A wonderful way to kick off narration of battle.
There's an interesting in-the-zone feel through use of the literary present tense, from the POV of the battling mon.

I adjust my trajectory before flapping my wings with all my might, sending sharp blades of wind toward my rival. However, he reacts quickly by hiding inside his impenetrable shell. The blades clash noisily on its surface, dissipating in clouds of air.

Again, lovely battle descriptions.

You look thoughtful, and from the look you are giving me, it seems you have an idea.

“Dragon Pulse,” you say, and point your finger toward the upper hole of the shell — straight to the head.

I nod and gather a powerful energy in my jaws, the destructive essence of a dragon. I swoop down and unleash the blue wave into the hole, letting out all my fury.

My rival cries out loudly. That shriek fills me with pride — the attack succeeded.

Interesting battle exchange, with of course auditory command, but also a visual "handshake" of communication. And it makes sense that battling mons would take pride in their battling tactics and abilities.

Your rival shouts a new command, and before I can react, my rival rams into me. I hear a crunch in my chest, my ribs struck at full force. I roar in agony as I’m sent reeling backwards. Then, I hit the floor.

My rival rushes forward and pins me to the ground with a foot. He aims his cannons at me, more water starting to flow into them and readying to shoot a point blank blow.

No… I need to get up. I must get up. For our fallen friends. For us.

For someone who doesn't do well with blood, you're certainly okay to write a Nuzlocke and have a fire-type have ribs possibly broken, about to take a hydro pump or equivalent at point blank : )
The narrator mon is battered and the battle spirit is still driving them forward.

I feel my throat becoming incandescent as the fire on my tail becomes brighter and bigger. I roar on my rival’s face, releasing an explosive stream of flames, strong enough to make him stagger back in shock and allowing me to wriggle out of the way.

My rival retreats in the shell and whirls like a spinning top, racing toward me at top speed.

I hear you shout “Catch with Metal Claw,” which I find odd. But I trust you, so I do as you commanded.

Excellent battle prose continues! Descriptive imagery of the flames that push the rival back. And a case of mon trusting in trainer's battle command, here.

I won’t allow this. I gather more fire in my mouth and spew another stream toward my rival, encasing both of us in a twister of flames. The anguished roars of a burning beast echo around the stadium, but they are stifled by the uproar of yelling humans, rooting for their favorites.

You smile at me. We are about to win!

However, your rival… has that unreadable expression. Dark, almost twisted.

Your rival shouts another command and I feel myself like freezing. I notice an orb of ice forming inside my rival’s jaws, aimed straight at me.

The battle is on fire! The stadium is alight! The narrator team's rivals are about to ice it.

I panic — my claws are stuck into the shell. I won’t be able to get out of the way.

And then, a chilling energy invades my whole body, snuffing out the heat I had been radiating until now. I try to roar, but only a wheeze comes out from my throat. Even my lungs are frozen, after that powerful attack.

I fall to my knees. Attempt to breathe, cough, shiver. I can feel my flame fading.

Your rival looks at us, almost with pity. It’s hard to tell underneath that smug expression. You, however, have a different expression.

Shocked.

Terrified.

Hopeless.

Earlier: "and I feel myself like freezing", no kidding : (
"Even my lungs are frozen": poor charizard.

Your rival points at me, then looks at my rival. The last command.

My rival takes a few steps back, just as two enormous towers of water erupt from the cannons and form a massive tidal wave. I try to flap my wings, but they are covered in thick ice, making it impossible to escape by flying.

I look at you. You look back at me. We both know what’s about to come, but we’ll push through the deep end.

Together.

You mutter your command.

“Blast Burn.”

Glaring defiantly at the tsunami, I gather all the firepower I have left in my body. I send every single bit of energy into my mouth. Then, I let it all out. A raging inferno races through the arena.

Fire and water clash together in a glorious explosion of steam and scalding liquid, two mortal enemies trying to win against each other.

Cress, this is powerful. Again, the imagery. Tsunami against inferno. Steam and scalding liquid, where two mortal enemies are clashing. And I really feel the stakes, here.

My rival and I are caught in the chaos. But out of both, I took it worse.

With no energy in my body, I hit the ground. I feel numb, my sight is darkening.

I hear you calling me by my name. The name you’ve given me when we first met.

Poor charizard. Competitive ladder aside, this is the kind of sad moment that is happening each time someone loses a battle in a Nuzlocke kind of environment. Calling charizard by the name given when the two first paired together at the start of the journey, without saying the name in the prose. Powerful line.

You beg me. Implore me to not go. To hang in there. To stay with you.

But this is a promise I can’t fulfill.

I’ve failed, my friend.

My flame goes out.

I’m sorry…

It's a classic story. Two friends with strong bonds, and one of them passes on the battlefield. There's loss. There's pain. There's death. And among them is the sense of duty to your fighter-in-arms, that you have let them down by falling in battle, or by letting your comrade fall in battle. That element in the whole tragedy can hurt more than anything else.

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The story is very much focused on the battling and its importance to the narrator mon, their rival, and their respective partnes/trainers. I do appreciate that throughout, you did not once need to refer to charizard and blastoise by species name. Again, it's a pokemon version of a classic story, and the prose and emotions do not disappoint. Finally, I'm impressed that within your story wordcount limitation, you were able to convey all that action and dramatic weight. A well-written and strong piece by you.

 

[Umbramatic]

Here for Review Blitz! I read Last Mon Standing of these specifically. Not gonna lie, I was like "oh, a Cress fic, probably good wholesome fluff to wind down with after a busy ni-"



We start with the ages old battle of the two titans of geyn wun - Charizard and Blastoise. they're fighting with their trainers at some tournament and both Trainer and Pokemon consider each other rivals but... who is who here? Is this Red vs. Blue? Some iother protagonists altogether? OCs? And who is the rival in the game sense and who is the protagonist? Is this all intentionally ambiguous to make a Point and I'm just on a wild goose chase here? I don't know! You do! You're the author of this damn thing! It's why I'm asking you!

Anyway a big battle occurs and I do love how you write the action in this battle, it feels very flowy and dynamic and real. The two Pokemon are neck and neck and we can get a clear view of how our Charizard protagonist feels about all this. They need to win. They have to.

But then the worst happens. They do not in fact win. And the fic ends there, and I was like D: . Doubly so because I DON'T think he dioes but I associate Char flames going out with dying because of the anime. But yes, while Charizard haters will surely cheer, I shall weep. I'm normally a sap and prefer happier endings, but this works pretty well for what this drabble is.

But nice job on this! Even if I am sadder than expected. I need to go unsad now, damn you.

 

[Chibi Pika]

Spoiler: Some minor corrections

I roar on my rival’s face, releasing an explosive stream of flames

Roar into my rival's face might work better.

The name you’ve given me when we first met.

The name you'd given me

Hey there, I'd been curious to check this out for a while! Challenging oneself to tell a self-contained story within a very small wordcount is a good exercise in narrative efficiency and prose brevity, and I think you pulled off both here. I'd be really curious to see you do more one-shots in this style, if inspiration strikes you in the future.

Charizard vs Blastoise, the classic Kanto showdown. Even though Blastoise has the advantage, we're just so used to seeing the tenacious player character win out against bad matchups. And yet, in the world of Nuzlockes, things don't always go so well.

I like the decision to set this in 1st person addressed to a 2nd person, as that makes it feel more personal than it would otherwise. And it also leads to the fun dichotomy between my rival and your rival. Of course Blastoise is Charizard's rival here. They've been fighting each other since the beginning. Blue is Red's rival, not theirs.

Even though the battle itself wasn't as important as the emotional stakes at plat here, I do like how there was some creative applications of moves on display here. Even with a type advantage, Blastoise couldn't just spam super-effective moves to win, or else risk getting flinch-haxed by Charizard's superior mobility. And he had to use ice against fire, a rather unexpected move, in order to slow Charizard down enough for Hydro Cannon to hit on-point. I particularly enjoyed this line: "Fire and water clash together in a glorious explosion of steam and scalding liquid, two mortal enemies trying to win against each other."

But in the end, victory wasn't within their grasp. And yet, they're still just worried about their trainer, while Red of course is more worried about them.

A nice, self-contained tragedy, thanks for sharing~

 

[Spiteful Murkrow]

Heya, saw you shilling this a bit earlier today @Cresselia92 , but a thousand-word challenge. Huh? I'll admit that that seems like quite a steep hard limitation to place on yourself. But eh, I've been having some fun with shorter fics this review and am a little tight on time and energy right now, so let's give things a whirl here and see where they land:

Thousands of unknown faces are staring at us, looking from every corner of the stadium. Roaring, cheering, waiting to see who will win this fight.

Our final fight. Against our rivals.

We’ve come so far. I remember when we first met, a year ago. When you looked at me. When I looked back at you. When destiny made us meet each other.

Uh... yeah, going from base to final evo as a start does sound like quite a wild ride. It actually makes me wonder if there's any stories floating around that explore whether or not accelerated evolution has any implications for the affected 'mon's mindset. Might even be worth playing around with in a future installment if that's your thing.

We’ve faced many challenges. Met new friends. Battled other humans. Seen our team become stronger. And… lost many of our teammates. I still miss them. I know you miss them, too.

Ah right, this is a Nuzlocke fic. That's... some fairly dark undertones, but to be expected of such a story.

But now we’re here. Our dream is finally at our reach. Our friends have sacrificed everything for us. Only us two remain now.

It’s time to become legends. Champions.

I won’t fail you, my friend.

That... sure sounds like tempting fate there.

Your rival shouts something. I see the cannons of my rival filling with water, before shooting enormous streams in my direction. With a flap of my wings, I fly high and away from the jets.

“Air Slash,” you shout.

Oh. Oh. That does not bode well for the odds of the narrator getting a happy ending there.

I adjust my trajectory before flapping my wings with all my might, sending sharp blades of wind toward my rival. However, he reacts quickly by hiding inside his impenetrable shell. The blades clash noisily on its surface, dissipating in clouds of air.

You look thoughtful, and from the look you are giving me, it seems you have an idea.

“Dragon Pulse,” you say, and point your finger toward the upper hole of the shell — straight to the head.

Charizard: "... My rival doesn't happen to know something like Rock Slide, right? Since otherwise this is going to get really painful really fast." ^^;

I nod and gather a powerful energy in my jaws, the destructive essence of a dragon. I swoop down and unleash the blue wave into the hole, letting out all my fury.

My rival cries out loudly. That shriek fills me with pride — the attack succeeded.

Charizard: "Hah! This 'mon couldn't hit the broad side of a barn-!"

Your rival shouts a new command, and before I can react, my rival rams into me. I hear a crunch in my chest, my ribs struck at full force. I roar in agony as I’m sent reeling backwards. Then, I hit the floor.

My rival rushes forward and pins me to the ground with a foot. He aims his cannons at me, more water starting to flow into them and readying to shoot a point blank blow.

No… I need to get up. I must get up. For our fallen friends. For us.

Charizard: "A-At least it wasn't Rock Slide?"

I feel my throat becoming incandescent as the fire on my tail becomes brighter and bigger. I roar on my rival’s face, releasing an explosive stream of flames, strong enough to make him stagger back in shock and allowing me to wriggle out of the way.

Ah, I presume that that's Overheat. Maybe. Possibly. Hard to tell, but hey, starters do get tougher at first when they're getting ground down, and that visual description would fit the bill.

My rival retreats in the shell and whirls like a spinning top, racing toward me at top speed.

I hear you shout “Catch with Metal Claw,” which I find odd. But I trust you, so I do as you commanded.

I spread out my arms while my claws become as hard as steel, before digging my claws into the spinning form of my rival. I let out a strained growl — my rival is spinning way too fast — and I feel the corners of the shell scraping at my skin and arms. However, the rotation slowly comes to a halt, and my rival wriggles in my grasp, trying to break free.

Charizard: "... I sure hope that my rival isn't facing me in quarters this close, otherwise I don't think this match is going to last much longer." ^^;

I won’t allow this. I gather more fire in my mouth and spew another stream toward my rival, encasing both of us in a twister of flames. The anguished roars of a burning beast echo around the stadium, but they are stifled by the uproar of yelling humans, rooting for their favorites.

You smile at me. We are about to win!

However, your rival… has that unreadable expression. Dark, almost twisted.

Charizard: "... I don't like where this is going..." ._.;

Your rival shouts another command and I feel myself like freezing. I notice an orb of ice forming inside my rival’s jaws, aimed straight at me.

I panic — my claws are stuck into the shell. I won’t be able to get out of the way.

Charizard: "Oh. So he was facing me this entire time. Fantastic."

And then, a chilling energy invades my whole body, snuffing out the heat I had been radiating until now. I try to roar, but only a wheeze comes out from my throat. Even my lungs are frozen, after that powerful attack.

I fall to my knees. Attempt to breathe, cough, shiver. I can feel my flame fading.

Your rival looks at us, almost with pity. It’s hard to tell underneath that smug expression. You, however, have a different expression.

Shocked.

Terrified.

Hopeless.

For a second, I thought that was Sheer Cold there. But Blastoise doesn't learn that, so... I'm admittedly a bit lost as to what just went down there such that hosing the narrator with something like Hydro Pump wouldn't hurt significantly worse.

Charizard: "I'm... suddenly not feeling so good about these odds right now."

Your rival points at me, then looks at my rival. The last command.

My rival takes a few steps back, just as two enormous towers of water erupt from the cannons and form a massive tidal wave. I try to flap my wings, but they are covered in thick ice, making it impossible to escape by flying.

Oh, so Blastoise did the same party trick that Morrison's Gligar had to put up with in the Hoenn Conference Episodes. I... keep forgetting that that's something that can technically happen to Fire-types mechanically even if they can thaw themselves out easily, and didn't quite pick up on that at first.

I look at you. You look back at me. We both know what’s about to come, but we’ll push through the deep end.

Together.

You mutter your command.

“Blast Burn.”

Yeeeeeah, I don't think you're gonna pull through this one, Narrator. Since that's not going to get you out of getting Surfed.

Glaring defiantly at the tsunami, I gather all the firepower I have left in my body. I send every single bit of energy into my mouth. Then, I let it all out. A raging inferno races through the arena.

Fire and water clash together in a glorious explosion of steam and scalding liquid, two mortal enemies trying to win against each other.

My rival and I are caught in the chaos. But out of both, I took it worse.

Oh. Oh dear.

With no energy in my body, I hit the ground. I feel numb, my sight is darkening.

I hear you calling me by my name. The name you’ve given me when we first met.

You lift my head and look at me. I can see you as a bit more than a shadow now, but the gleam in your eyes is unmistakable.

You beg me. Implore me to not go. To hang in there. To stay with you.

But this is a promise I can’t fulfill.

Whelp, it was a fun Nuzlocke while it lasted.

I’ve failed, my friend.

My flame goes out.

I’m sorry…

Bit of a downer ending there, though I suppose it's a bit more dramatic than just winning the Nuzlocke. I think that your story actually did a pretty good job at meeting your self-imposed restriction for your challenge. Like I personally prefer more descriptive stuff, but what was there wasn't bad considering the constraint, and it definitely had a punch at the end.

Congratulations on the piece @Cresselia92 , I'll be looking more to other entries from this series of yours. It's a fun challenge, and you seem to be doing a good job making fun and memorable pieces while meeting it.