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Blu-tack smells good!!


.Hollow.His claws were caked in it..Hollow.
Once purple, the sharp appendages were now stained crimson, the liquid sliding off them onto the ground. He stared at them, mouth twitching in amusement. Revenge was certain… he’d got the right one, anyway. He’d know it from a mile away…
He just needed to kill, now.
“Finished staring at my blood yet?” gasped the victim, lying at the bottom of a giant ash tree, eyes narrowed into slits from the pain of its wounds.
Looking up from his claws, he snorted.
“Just trying to cause you as much pain as possible before I kill you. Savour it, fool,” he snapped,


.Forfeit.He can hear them already..Forfeit.
Sitting in the Pokéball, he knows there's something up. Why is it so loud? Where is he? Or rather, where is his mistress?
The whistling sound of a Pokéball enlarging is heard, and he is thrown out with it, emerging in a burst of white light. A cheer from the people surrounding.
"Alyssa sends out an Arcanine!"
He looks around, surprised. The field is covered in rocks, jagging out at all angles. There is a man with two flags to the right side of him, looking at... something. He turns in the direction the male human is looking at, and there is a young girl. She has an


.Perfection.In my perfect world, you're dead..Perfection.
All of you. Every single one. All lying at my feet, your blood staining my paws, the cries of my Pack around me as we realise that we have killed you all.
But... you killed the Pack. My dream doesn't work.
You almost killed me, too. I can still remember my paws pounding against the ground, running from you and your shiny death-sticks... being chased up the mountain that was to be my lonely home, my safety from exile. My place to dream of your demise.
What did I ever do?
You call me the Disaster Pokémon. I am; I predict natural disasters, I'm a
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'then why the bloody fuck you give me cake?!'
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