Arbirchy
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PROMPT: Post-apocalypse AU. An unknown catastrophe has ravaged your fandom's world. Your OTP (One True Pairing) are the only two known survivors, and one of them is dying.
TAGS: Pokemon, Apocalypse, Clingyshipping, Gore
Story:
It was silent in the Palmer household, after their whole world was taken over by an unknown disease. Barry and Lucas sure didn’t know what it was. In fact, Lucas was half-infected by the virus. Barry, an aspiring Frontier Brain, didn’t know what was coming for him when he heard that familiar voice come through his cell phone that one day. His lover had told Barry that he was infected.
Barry first learned about the virus over the news. The scientists didn’t even have time to research it before they all started going psycho. There was no known cure and no known name. But what he did know, was that they liked blood.
About two weeks later, people started going psycho and Pokemon started dying. Lucas and Barry stayed strong over the period when they seemingly couldn’t recognize their family and friends anymore. The two were shocked when they found Palmer, Barry’s dad, and Professor Rowan, Lucas’ dad, dead in cold blood near Professor Rowan’s lab.
It wasn’t long until Lucas showed signs of the infection. He limped and his eyes gleamed red instead of the cool brown Barry was used to. Barry frowned at his condition, aspiring to take care of Lucas, until he would go down too.
The first attack came on a Sunday. Lucas, now with sharp teeth and seemingly no control over his body, bit into Barry’s neck searching for blood. His vengeful look on his face seemed like Barry had done wrong to him. He promptly stopped and apologized, and Barry forgave him.
The attacks would keep on coming. Barry started cutting himself open and giving his blood to Lucas. After all, it hurt less than Lucas biting into him.
3/18/20- Present Day
“Hey, thanks man.” Lucas gleefully drank into a glass of Barry’s blood after Barry cut himself.
“It’s all I can do to make sure you don’t eat me,” Barry laughed.
Barry went downstairs to prepare food for them to eat. They were all they had; all their friends and family were either fully infected or dead.
Suddenly, Lucas stomped upstairs growling. He came downstairs with a limp and quickly ran towards Barry. He was shocked when he saw him; worms crawling out of his ears and red eyes shining bright as ever. Barry was scared, very scared.
“Lucas?” Barry picked up a frying pan and put it in a defensive position. He was ready to hit Lucas if it was required. Albeit, it would probably kill his friend and ruin every chance of his lover surviving.
“Don’t do this man,” he continued. Lucas growled with all of the newfound rage he had harnessed. His sharp nails dug deep into Barry’s bony body.
Lucas swallowed Barry’s arm whole, followed by his leg. Blood was gushing out of both of Barry’s severed body parts, and he felt as weak as ever. Finally, he limped on the ground and died.
By now, Lucas had realized what he had done and returned to normal. He caressed Barry’s face and cried.
“Barry, I’m sorry,” Lucas sobbed in hopes he would just seemingly come alive again. His tears hit Barry’s blood, dispersing it. Lucas just walked off, crying, leaving Barry there to rot.
TAGS: Pokemon, Apocalypse, Clingyshipping, Gore
Story:
It was silent in the Palmer household, after their whole world was taken over by an unknown disease. Barry and Lucas sure didn’t know what it was. In fact, Lucas was half-infected by the virus. Barry, an aspiring Frontier Brain, didn’t know what was coming for him when he heard that familiar voice come through his cell phone that one day. His lover had told Barry that he was infected.
Barry first learned about the virus over the news. The scientists didn’t even have time to research it before they all started going psycho. There was no known cure and no known name. But what he did know, was that they liked blood.
About two weeks later, people started going psycho and Pokemon started dying. Lucas and Barry stayed strong over the period when they seemingly couldn’t recognize their family and friends anymore. The two were shocked when they found Palmer, Barry’s dad, and Professor Rowan, Lucas’ dad, dead in cold blood near Professor Rowan’s lab.
It wasn’t long until Lucas showed signs of the infection. He limped and his eyes gleamed red instead of the cool brown Barry was used to. Barry frowned at his condition, aspiring to take care of Lucas, until he would go down too.
The first attack came on a Sunday. Lucas, now with sharp teeth and seemingly no control over his body, bit into Barry’s neck searching for blood. His vengeful look on his face seemed like Barry had done wrong to him. He promptly stopped and apologized, and Barry forgave him.
The attacks would keep on coming. Barry started cutting himself open and giving his blood to Lucas. After all, it hurt less than Lucas biting into him.
3/18/20- Present Day
“Hey, thanks man.” Lucas gleefully drank into a glass of Barry’s blood after Barry cut himself.
“It’s all I can do to make sure you don’t eat me,” Barry laughed.
Barry went downstairs to prepare food for them to eat. They were all they had; all their friends and family were either fully infected or dead.
Suddenly, Lucas stomped upstairs growling. He came downstairs with a limp and quickly ran towards Barry. He was shocked when he saw him; worms crawling out of his ears and red eyes shining bright as ever. Barry was scared, very scared.
“Lucas?” Barry picked up a frying pan and put it in a defensive position. He was ready to hit Lucas if it was required. Albeit, it would probably kill his friend and ruin every chance of his lover surviving.
“Don’t do this man,” he continued. Lucas growled with all of the newfound rage he had harnessed. His sharp nails dug deep into Barry’s bony body.
Lucas swallowed Barry’s arm whole, followed by his leg. Blood was gushing out of both of Barry’s severed body parts, and he felt as weak as ever. Finally, he limped on the ground and died.
By now, Lucas had realized what he had done and returned to normal. He caressed Barry’s face and cried.
“Barry, I’m sorry,” Lucas sobbed in hopes he would just seemingly come alive again. His tears hit Barry’s blood, dispersing it. Lucas just walked off, crying, leaving Barry there to rot.
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