Banette stirred when the attic door began to creak open. It's zipper-like mouth trembled, a flurry of emotions plaguing the pokemon's mind. It's every thought for the last few years had filled the doll with anger, yet now, at the prospect of being finally found, Banette felt an ache like no other.

The warmth of belonging to someone who loved it, of being tucked under their arm and taken everywhere with them because the toy Banette was used to bring them joy, kept the pokemon from lashing out at the unexpected visitor.

Once the dust settled, you stepped into the faint light filtering thru the attic, and by then, Banette stilled at the sight of you, as if frozen in place by the realization that after so long, you finally found it.