Shuddering with fright and pain, he looked for his club through his tears, frantically grabbing it up and dashing out of the closet. He ran past the Cacturne, not daring to look at the damage he had done, but instead ran straight through the doors, seeing only his owner, covered in his own blood, his head a bloody mess, completely unrecognizable. His paws slipped through a puddle of blood and gore; he managed to make it out of the building and into the abandoned streets. He ran to the closest house, collapsing against a wall, weeping and screaming frantically. His mournful cries echoed throughout the town, eerily bouncing off the cliffs surrounding them.
He buried his face violently into his plush, trying to get rid of the blood-soaked images in his head.
His mind raced back to the Cacturne, who had shown kindness to him...and then tore apart another pokemon with such a brutal amount of violence, it shook the young Cubone to the core.
NOT A FRIEND! NOT A FRIEND! He screamed in his head. No! Can't trust! Stupid! Shouldn't have!
Noir cried, enraged that he was once again alone. Enraged that he was proven right; that he couldn't trust anyone.