Mus Mortuus

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It was a rainy day in the Pecha Forest. The sun had all but disappeared behind the grey clouds and the droplets of rain were running off of the leaves all around. The fresh smell of clean air was carried through the area by a gentle breeze, making the twigs sway with its force.
While this weather was something most Pokémon would rather avoid, Chie the Duskull didn't mind it. In fact the monotonous sound of rain falling had a calming, almost soothing effect on her psyche even though she usually preferred to listen to it from the safety of her home.
The Ghost type didn't leave her home often in general - usually only to go look for books she hadn't read yet, to buy some neccessities or to go on the odd mission with Sorren, her leader.
But today she was walking - or floating rather - through this sea of green and grey to clear her head.
After a rather lengthy period of reading she had overexerted herself and put too much of a strain on her mind and eye, both reminding her to take some time off with their burning.
And thus the Pokémon, who would usually rather have stayed home found herself floating through the Pecha Forest, hoping for the rather monotonuous colours and general structure of the area to soothe her mind.
It certainly had a sort of melancholic aura, the Pecha Forest in the rain. And it reminded Chie once more of why she had become who she was.
All living things move towards death from the moment they are born.
But some do so much more quickly than others, leaving those who survive alone in life.
And if that was the case - then why form relationships at all if you are inevitably going to get hurt?
Chie sighed.

"Right, if only there were more helpfull pokémon like you, unlike the feral ones..." He said, thinking about the feral pokémon, or what made act is such a violent way, "Talking about that, what do you think made them like this? Made them so violent? I always wondered that..." He said to the ghost, funny, such mysterious things happening to pokémon, inside a mystery dungeon.

The Duskull's skull lit up in various shades of crimson, blushing as she heard the Pichu's compliment.
Then however she sighed, being reminded of the dangers of this place and the feral Pokémon, who seemed to be completely unable to feel empathy. Just why did they act like this?
"I have no idea to be honest. It's got to be something big. All those Mystery Dungeons showing up at once points to a direct reason rather than a slow process. But sadly I have not yet been able to find a book that was able to sufficiently explain what exactly is going on around us."
Indeed research would be required to find out what the reason for this was and more importantly - how to fix it. But that would require Pokémon who were strong, smart and compassionate so they could explore safely, make the correct deductions and not be selfish enough to use their findings for their own purposes. A rare combination sadly.