He wandered around with a cigarette in his mouth.

He thought back to the people. Would they beat him?

He doubt it.

They'd mostly be killed.

Just like back then.

He strolls around and pulls uo the furry hood of his leather coat.

"....Team Plasma and Team Rocket are at war again..."

They are?

Who's leading the war?

Ghetsis and Giovanni?

He wouldn't be suprised....

"Ghetsis's son has reappeared and is leading the attack...."

"Ash has returned as well...."

Wait...

That's not possible.

THAT SHOULDN'T BE FUCKING POSSIBLE.

Unless....

No.

Please no.

Nononono.

He's dreaming.

Someone tell hin he's dreaming.

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE'S DREAMING.

He breathes heavily.

No.

No.

NO.

NO!

Why couldn't they have died?!! Why did he do this to them?!?

IF THEY HAD DIED THEY WOULD OF BEEN BROUGHT BACK.

THEY WOULDN'T REMEMBER HIM. BUT....but....

He still had a chance to see the real them again....

He... Could be....happy.... Again....

He....wouldn't.... Be...

He....could be the naive little leaf again.....

The... Happy....naive....leaf....

People were giving him looks.

Nobody cared.

Nobody stopped to ask him why he was crying...

Nobody...

He covered his face with his fur hood and walked.

He... Was going to find out if this was true.

He had to know....

He had to know.......

Heading to the alleyway he opened a portal and stepped through.

There he found himself in his lair.

Ash's palace.

Ash called his men to seize the person who just appeared from a portal.

Leaf simply jumped back through the portal.

He had seen all he needed to see.

He jumped back....

And found himself surrounded by the hunters.

The only thing he could always rely would never change.

Never leave him alone.

They had their crossbows up, prepared if he changed into his dragon form to try and escape or go through a portal.

In the past he would try to run.

Or be saved by Glacia or Fire.

He would run home or get taken home.

If he was captured someone would come rescue him.

And get taken home.

To them.

And he would be happy.

But now he had no home.

No them.

No home.

No would-be rescuers.

He had nothing.

The puppet master had taken it all away.

He had nothing.

He simply raised his hands.

And they claimed their long awaited prize.

Bad ending?: corrupted