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Tybrosion...
>*dudududu... errr POOM-WIIIISSSHHHH*
>ship groans and a massive wall of water shoots out from down the hall as we run down the tilted corridor; half on the ceiling, half on the wall
>jumping over hallway openings as water pours up from them
> water spurts up from door in front of us
>detour into side room above us
>climb up
>limited air
>no way out
>we agree to break a window and die there
>everyone throws their pokeballs out the recently broken window and as i go to reach for tybrosion's, i see him standing on a table to avoid water
>i go to tap him; he pushes my arm away and shakes his head
>"Fine. You were always stubborn. Do me one last favor?"
>he tilts he head, wondering what it is
>i get him off the chair; the water is chest high, anyway; his legs were soaked
>i pull him into a tight embrace
>reluctantly hugs back, before squeezing tight
>the subtle moisture on my shoulder is drowned out by the water level rising
>"Live for me." I tell him firmly before tapping him with the ball
>swim over to window and throw ball out
>die alone
>tybrosion's ball found months later on beach
>trainer name backtraced
>missing
>bro confirms death; story transcribed
>turn into hit movie titled "BOATS"
>stands for "Based On A True Story"
