The Killer Jell-O

by The Killer Jell-o

This is the story of the Killer Jell-O, a Jigglypuff that roams the lands in search of justice, or is for justification? Slightly insane, this comes out in the form of a lone journey scorched with blood. Until one night that changes when he meets the Slenderman Snivy. Joined together as companions, not all is well, and adventures await their grim and grinning arrival.

1. Prologue

A/N: This prologue doesn't have much to do with the actual story, and was really more for fun! So please don't base the story on this, and continue on the first chapter! This is a long story, or at least I like to think so. So if you're looking for a short story you can read in two minutes you won't find it here. But if you're looking for a fanfic with an interesting plot line, great characters, that isn't like any others then this is the story for you! Reviews are not necessary, but always appreciated! And I guess I'm supposed to say that I don't actually own Pokemon or something like that..so: DISCLAIMER: I DON'T ACTUALLY OWN POKEMON. Enjoy reading!

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Prologue

What you're about to witness is the tale of a certain Jigglypuff that you will soon become quite familiar with.

By the name "The Killer Jell-O" this Jigglypuff roams the lands in search of justice. Accompanying him is his knife, a family heirloom now belonging to him, and his microphone, spreading his sweet but deadly voice to all within range.

A smile always present on his face, wide and full, revealing the blood of his victims.

For it was a special kind of justice that he searched. A justice so wanted and endearing it could not be helped but go after his secondary dream. For his first dream, was for him only.

He wanted only a perfect world, rid of the weak and unworthy. Rid of the trainers that abused Pokémon so! And rid of the Pokémon that foolishly followed them and listened to their commands! They were not good enough for his mission to be fulfilled, and rest he not until after it was.

And so he left home on an adventure with nothing but good intentions, his mind a-stray with thoughts as always.

For as you will see, his mind was deep and full of questions, only to be answered by thinking and coming to.

And without sanity an adventure was to be made, blood marking wherever he went, for there was no other way to achieve his goals. And with utmost perfection he let history remake itself.

Remake itself by not killing but carving. Carving into the faces of all those who wouldn't listen to all of his song.

His song so dreaded, marking history as the sound that marked a soon death, feared by all.

And with a knife, microphone, and a dream, the protagonist but not hero set forth to a not so smooth journey of doing what he did best, making but one friend along the way.

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The other non-hero of this story is not so known. Known only to those who were too late to realize it.

Slenderman Snivy, or Slendersnivy as some will come to know him, is unknown to all, whisking away lives in the darkness of the shadows, knowing no other way.

But as killers go, he was to be the most gentlemanly Pokémon on the scene.

For he only fought fair fights, that is, if he ever fought at all. For similarly to the Killer Jell-O, he had his own special way of doing things.

With only a disheartening one hundred percent rate of success.

Never leaving the forest of which he lived, he fed on the souls of the other Pokémon and the bright shining of the moon, so close yet so far.

But that is all that is known about him, for no one has been able to show him the way.

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And with that their story begins.