Her body was perfectly motionless as the moon spilled through the ceiling hole, illuminating her features. She had extremely pale skin and her hair hung limply by her side, almost as though it had passed away. Her amber eyes had a somewhat defeated look to them. Her slender wrists were bound to the walls by chains. Tears streaked down her face as she stared at the wall ahead. She had tried to struggle; tried to flee, but that was a long time ago. An empty dog bowl lay tipped on one side at her feet. It haen't been topped up in several days so she was half-famished. Each and every day, she would count and recount the holes and cracks along the walls. She tried hard to hang onto her mind and not succumb to the world of the simple-minded.
However, this day, something good happened. She heard a clicking sound from behind the wall, but she couldn't register what was making the noise. She stared at the many cracks, ears peeled. Suddenly, she saw a flash of yellow. She must surely be going insane to see such a happy colour in such a dreary cellar. The clicking came to a halt and her body slumped as the most exciting thing to happen to her in years vanished as quickly as it had come.
Several seconds later, it started up again. What was that odd noise? She felt something different when she heard it. It was something she hadn't experienced in a long time. Happiness? She forced her cracked lips to stretch into a smile and she shook her body in time to the rhythm. The sound of her chains clinking rung through the night sky. Oh, how good it felt to be alive again!
Then, she saw it again; the flash of yellow. It was different this time. It didn't disappear like before. She stared at the little yellow creature oddly. She hadn't seen a Pokemon in such a long time. The little spider had six fuzzy legs and had some purple patches on his body. The spider stared back at her with six beady eyes. The spider looked as though it had never seen another living creature before.
"Come here, little fella," the woman cooed. Like I said before, she was so hungry. Perhaps she could try and lure this little creature closer so she could eat it.
"Bachi," he squeaked. "Bachu, bachi," he added as he bravely inched forwards. The sight of a human entranced the Bachuru and he felt compelled to move forward and study it.
"That's right. Come to Mama," the woman said to the lonely spider. The Bachuru scuttled down the wall nervously. Slowly, it hopped onto the hard earth and scuttled forward. He stopped when he was a few metres away from the woman. The Bachuru tilted his head cutely and the woman realised there was no way to reach it from her. She stared down at her shackles in disgust. The woman would have to lure the spider into a false sense of security in order to make him come closer.
"Little spider, what is your name?"
The Bachuru stared at her innocently. He imagined if he had a mother, what she would say. "Don't talk to strangers," she would have warned. Bachuru was not like others, and, for all he knew, the last of his kind. He could do as he pleased!
"That's a nice name. Where did you come from? I've never seen you before..."
Bachuru turned around and indicated one of the cracks in the wall. The lonely spider wanted to tell this nice creature all about his warm nest, and the long walk over pipes. He wanted to tell her all about the massive jumps he performed and how he used his silk to get across gaps, and also as a lubricant to slide under pipes. There was no point trying to explain as she would never understand.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you understand English," she asked slowly.
Bachuru nodded his head eagerly.
"Well, that's good. Maybe we can talk to each other. Well, I'll do the talking and you can listen," she said with a laugh. The woman was so lonely and in need of affection, she had forgotten about her hunger.
Bachuru chirped happily.
"I'm no spider expert, or any expert for that matter, but you look awfully young to be exploring by yourself. Did you get lost from your family and friends?" She felt a pang of guilt for the little Spider. She knew first-hand what it was like to lose all your family and friends.
Bachuru stiffled a sob. "Baaachiiii," he wailed.
It suddenly dawned on the woman. She fiddled her thumbs nervously before asking the inevitable. "Do you even have a family?"
Bachuru shook his head glumly. His mother passed away, along with all his siblings, before he was born. He was a late-hatcher.
"So, you're just like me, huh? All alone in this wretched place," the woman concluded.
An awkward silence pressed down hard on the pair as they struggled for words to say.
"How about I tell you a story?"
Bachuru nodded happily.
"What genre do you like? Romance.. comedy.. action?" she asked.
Bachuru just stared at her searchingly.
"How about a sad story?"
Bachuru gurgled in approvement.
"This.. is a true story unfortunately; a sad tale of a little girl."
Bachuru nodded his head furiously, as if he was about to say 'get on with it, woman'.
"She was born a simple country girl; living on a farm with her rather-large family until she was thirteen years of age-- the age when a girl was supposed to get married. But, she did not want to get married, unlike most girls her age. She preferred to stay at home on the farm. Every morning she would wake to the sound of Murkrow squawking in the yard, and every evening she would watch the beautiful Volbeat and Illumise dance over the ranch lake." The woman sighed happily as she got lost in a train-of-thought.
Bachuru tapped one of his feet impatiently.
"Oh, sorry. I don't mean to bore you, little spider. Trust me, it gets... interesting soon. The cost of keeping a farm began to drastically rise after the Miltank had to be shot. That disease ruined all our crops and animals; making them worthless. The girl would be kept awake every night by the horrifying cries of the Tauros and Miltank as they were shot. In order to keep the farm, her father had to sell his only daughter away to a wealthy landowner known as Lord Dublanche. He seemed so nice and she did not see any wrong with getting married to a man thirty years older than she was..." the woman trailed off.
By this stage, the Bachuru had moved closer and was sitting by the woman's foot, eyes round with interest.
"She would spend her days cleaning and making the house presentable for his Lordship, and her nights pleasing his... needs. One day, however, something really strange happened. As she was working at the tabletops-- making a meal while his Lordship was away, she heard a clinking noise below. That was most strange as only the cellar was below, and she was warned against going anywhere near it. She heard the clinking for the next few minutes, until her curiousity overcame her fear of his Lordship. She swung the door behind the wine cellar open; slowly making my way down the cobweb-ridden stairs. The clinking noise grew louder and louder, and a new noise accompanied it now-- a pleading scream.
"The little girl heard sobs and please; the cries of a woman. The girl called out, wondering who was there.
'Oh God, someone's here! Help me please. Please..." the woman pleaded in the darkness.
'W-what are you doing here?' the little girl asked. 'This is not where you belong. Just you wait until his Lordship arrives and finds out out you have been trespassing on his property.'
The female voice gave a horrible cackle.
'You must be his little wifey wifey," the unknown woman giggled. "Run, little girl. Run far away-- while you still can,' the woman panted.
'No, I will not abandon his Lordship. P-please just leave. You aren't supposed to be here!' the girl shouted; ahe had allowed her anger to take the reigns over her fear.
'But, little girl...'
There was a rushing sound as something stumbled forward.
'I am supposed to be here, little girly.'
There was a horrible sound as the woman scratched her freakishly-long fingernails on the bars concealing her.
'What? Does his Lordship know you're here?'
'Oh, he sure does. He was the one who trapped me in this awful cell. Who's to say he won't do the same to you...'
'He wouldn't, the girl said to her. 'He loves me.'
'Yeah, and he loved me too, but things changed. Everything changed', the somewhat-psychotic woman snarled.
"Just as she was about to continue talking a door above slammed and she could feel my heart freeze over. He was above and she could hear him calling me."
'Sarah? Where are you Sarah, and where is my supper?'
"She was stuck to the floor in fear; she couldn't move," she told the spider. "Eventually the little girl caved in and went upstairs. Boy, was he angry! He threw her around the room and hit her with his clenched fists. In the end, he brought her back down to the cellar and--" the woman broke off into a sob. Bachuru waited patiently, but the woman didn't continue. "Don't you understand, spider? That little girl... was me," the woman sobbed. "He left me in here to rot after removing the other woman. God knows where he brought her. I can only assume she is long-since dead by now," the woman said with a pathetic excuse for a smile.
Bachuru leaned forwards and nuzzled her leg; a sign of goodwill and friendship. She smiled-- but stopped as the stomach pains came back.
"Ow," the woman muttered, hands pressed against her stomach. "Bachuru, I need food. I will never be able to live with the shame if I ate you; which was my original plan. I'm so sorry, it's just been so long. Now, I'd rather die than eat you," she quivered.
Bachuru gave her an appalled look and retreated a bit.
"No, Bachuru. Please don't go. I would never eat my only friend. Please..."
But, it was too late; the Bachuru had scuttled away and up the walls, before disappearing in the crack. That was it; the woman felt the last of her energy being drained away. Before, she had a will to live and secretly believed that she still had a chnace of leaving. Bachuru helped to revive that nearly-extinguished dream. Now, that Bachuru had gone, so had her will to live. Not caring anymore, she let her head grow numb and she fell onto her side, eyelids sliding shut; never to open again. In a few seconds, her pulse had stopped and she had passed away.
Some time later, almost an hour after she had succumbed to a lonesome deat, Bachuru came back. He carried a silken sack, carrying a bread roll that he had stolen from the kitchen. He wasn't upset with his new friend, he didn't care. He knew she was in urgent need of food, so he brought her some; as much as he could carry, as a matter of fact. He came to a rest at her body and squeaked. Perhaps she was still asleep, the little spider Pokemon thought. I will wait here until she wakes up and she can tell me another story. Bachuru was willing to wait until time stood still to help out his new friend; no matter how long it would take.
She never did rise again.