The unusually eerie sound of soft humming echoed off the lonely walls of Ecruteak City as the voice’s owner went about creating her latest ‘masterpiece’. The off-coloured smeargle sat rocking slightly, as both her hands and tail were busy attacking the pavement directly in front of her. Her childish humming was occasionally interrupted by the occasional wheeze of an eevee – lying on its back, eyes wide as its innards were displayed to the heavens. Bonnie left it alive – she had to complete its self-portrait before it was permitted to die.
“Sorry...” Bonnie uttered softly, not referring to her helpless victim as her eyes sat firmly on the gory image on the pavement. A gurgle of blood spilled from the eevee’s throat which Bonnie took the opportunity to dip her tail into; since the infection, blood had become the artist’s favourite media and now her creation was almost complete. Jumping to her feet, she took a moment to observe the exceptionally detailed picture she’d created from the eevee’s blood, some blood vessels, body tissue and several bones from its rib cage. Turning her head to the dying creature – its breathing becoming noticeably more ragged, she suddenly forced her paws into the creature’s open stomach, admiring the texture of the oozing blood and exposed internal organs. The eevee emitted a feeble cry of terror but Bonnie was totally unfazed, she was looking for something.
“Sorry... Sorry...” At last her paws found the aorta and began to ruthlessly tug at the thick vessel – it would make a perfect nose. She was death to her victim’s screams as the aorta finally tore free from the heart – a violent spurt of red liquid spraying towards Bonnie’s face and clinging to the purple fur. Flashing sharp, bloodied teeth, she began chewing at the vessel, moulding it into the ideal shape as the eevee finally gave up its struggle for survival. Once satisfied, she placed the aorta on her picture and took a step back to admire it – a happy, healthy depiction of an eevee drawn beside the victim that it had been made from.
Licking her lips, the infected smeargle, pleased with the image’s outcome, turned her attention to other needs; hunger. Returning her attention to the eevee’s body, she went about tearing out the delicacy – the heart, before beginning to greedily chew it. Her face was almost entirely covered in fresh blood, along with her front paws and tail, constantly dripping blood from her most recent victim. The innocent smeargle that she had once been was hardly recognisable in this new world of hunger, gore and ironic art. Having successfully consumed the heart, Bonnie began rooting around the open stomach in search of an equally as satisfying treat when the faint sound of voices came to her attention. Turning her head in the direction, she frowned slightly to admire the dim lights of the abandoned pokecenter and judged that was the sound’s origin. Forgetting her latest victim, she scurried off towards the building, slowing as she neared to sniff the air. There were definitely pokémon inside.
“Clyde?” Bonnie called, unable to control the few words that she was capable of forming in her undead state. Taking another inhale, she realized that there was more than one beast present and suddenly grew concerned. She wasn’t that powerful and she wasn’t that large in stature – the most she’d ever brought down was a previously injured sawsbuck. Holding her ground, she took off towards the back of the building, wanting to develop a greater understanding of the situation and considering investigating through the aid of the ventilation system of the building. Whilst attempting to locate a suitable entrance to the pokecenter, she began listening to the strange voices from within.