Time worked differently in hallucination land. Moments could stretch into minutes at a moment's notice. The time around Bulbasaur slowed significantly when Char shot forward to be with Green.

They laughed together. Gave each other the equivalent of a high five. They were hugging. Laughing at him. Grinning as they strolled off into that glorious sunset. Reaching down and ripping out the delicate flesh of necks.

Wait.

What.

A big brother's good intentions meant nothing in this pink landscape. Trickles of red liquid ran through the blades of grass at Bulba's feet. The body twitching in Char's jaws kept shifting, unable to decide if he was going to witness his own death or that of his trainer.

Caught it for ya. Now he can't hurt either of us.

Bulbasaur couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He could only stare at the lifeless form at his feet. It had been so easy. His eyes stung. No. No he didn't want this. He never wanted this. He was... He was...

The smaller pokemon looked absolutely broken and started quivering. Small trembles at first that soon increased to shakes that shook the entirety of his small from. He couldn't stop.

Green was dead.

Green was...