>>46001048I smile and try to make my way over to her but slip. I fall to all fours and look up at her, and she looks slightly disappointed. Disheartened, I try to get up but the fall makes me realize the precarious situation my bowels are in. I had hoped since a questionable lunch that I would have been able to find a restroom but I would have no such luck. Unable to hold it back, I groan and soil myself, staining my pants with a warm liquid shit. Hilda recoils, looking disgusted at my display and all I can do is stare at the ground in shame. Tears well up in my eyes as the sickness doesn't pass, and I heave in response to the horrific smell of liquid fecal matter. Unable to get up or even speak to reassure her, I retch and empty my stomach onto the ground, sweating and crying all the while. I kick myself mentally, wondering how I could have messed it up. I could only barely get a glance at Hilda, who looks thoroughly disappointed. "Hey, I'll catch you later." she says unconvincingly, and leaves. I collapse into the pool of my own biomatter as she makes her quick departure. A failure through and through, I could only lie in my filth and sob at how I couldn't take advantage of a single situation to save my life. Covered in stinking waste, I crawl out and reach for my belt to call my pokemon to bring me back to town, but I realize that in the tumble I had lost my friends. I look around frantically, but my pokeballs are nowhere to be scene on the hilly rural countryside. Panicked, I reach for my pokenav only to find that I had accidentally crushed it in the fall. As weak as I am, I realize that I am weak and alone in an inhospitable land, and close my eyes.
Months later, Hilda walks by a newstand. She motions for her new boyfriend to stop, and grabs a paper to take a quick look at the news. "Traveling Pokemon Trainer Discovered Dead" read an article headline, with a mugshot matching my description. Hilda shrugs, and continues down the road happily with her new love.
