A trainer hobbled to the Pokémon grave site with a blissey following (him/her).
(He/ She) winced as (he/she) sat down in front of a grave, the ghost types of the area looked on as the trainer placed a hand on the grave.
"Hey buddy.", (y/n) said, "I'm back."
Blissey stood beside its trainer with a worried expression, it never saw its trainer like this before.
So sad, yet so happy.

"That (pseudo legendary) was tough. I should have listened to the champion.", The young (man/woman) chuckled painfully, "We weren't ready."
(He/she) rubbed (his/her) other hand on (his/her) thigh.
"It really took a chunk out of everyone. The doctors say that I was never supposed to walk again.", the trainer continued, "They told me I would not be able to live comfortably unless I had Blissey here."
The pink egg shaped Pokémon let out a huff of irritation, "you aren't bad at all blissey. I just miss my friend."

(Y/n) looked down to the damaged Pokéballs on (his/her) belt.
"We all miss you.", (y/n) began to cry as (he/she) thought about the friend buried here, "I miss you (starter Pokémon)."
The young trainer thought about what happened.
(He/she) and (his/her) team went into a cave they weren't supposed to.
The Pokémon desperately fought to protect themselves and their trainer, (starter) gave its life to protect its trainer.
Now it was buried here.
The (h/c) haired trainer hugged the grave stone, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
the rest of the team came out of their balls, all of them had scars and chunks of flesh missing from their bodies.

"I'm sorry for being a horrible trainer and a worse friend!", (y/n) cried as (his/her) Pokémon joined in the sorrow.

"But I'm glad I chose you."