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“How do you start a suicide note? Actually, you probably wouldn’t know what it is. Apparently suicide is such a rarity here that no one knows what it is, This place is the definition of ‘happy-go-lucky’. It’s too ‘happy-go-lucky’. Nothing bad ever happens here. Well, bad things DO happen… just not nearly on the same scale. Along with it, everyone is so much more opportunistic. You’ll take every chance you get and wills try over and over again to achieve your goal. From that alone I am worthless. My people have only advanced because of necessity. Yours do it so they can one-up each other. You’ve invented the scarfs, bands, and TM’s just to say you got farther in a mystery dungeon!
Even without those points I still shouldn’t be here. Likely somemon else was supposed to have this body. I stole it, and I’m sorry. You would have the child you were going to originally have. Not the messed up, extraterrestrial being that I am. The bag here should help pay back what I’ve taken from you both. It’s not enough I know. It was the best I could do in a year.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be your son. I… shouldn’t be alive at all. That is what I’m fixing today. …You both will be getting home soon. I need to finish this up.
Just… I am sorry… and well… goodbye."
The Starly placed the pencil down, rolled up the paper and wrapped it up with a band. With a last look the Pokémon grabbed a rope in its beak, waddled outdoors, opened its wings and took to flight.