Please note: The stories in this series are meant in no way to offend anyone. These are simply for laughs out of sheer ridiculousness of what I'm writing. Also a lot of this won't make sense if you don't use the Internet frequently. I clearly do not own Pokemon and this is a humble fan creation. Also I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. Autumn leaves fell from the trees outside. Gardevoir sat at her computer sipping from her pumpkin spice lattte. The deliciousness of the Autumn-exclusive special at Sawsbucks' coffee splashed over her taste buds like a tidal wave.

Gardevoir logged onto Tumblr in search of posts to get offended by. Usually a post from a cis white male would cross her path and give her a reason to be outraged. She scrolled through the website frantically searching the many many posts. Finally, she found it; a video of a male sexually harassing someone by stating that his name was "Hugh Mungus". Gardevoir cracked her knuckles, ready to pounce and unleash what she learned from her many hours of keyboard warrior training.

"This poor victim!" Gardevoir typed. "All she did was ask his name, and he responded to her with verbal sexual harassment! And what did the police do? Nothing! Cis male scum! All of them!" Gardevoir posted her reply. She sat there, waiting for someone to disagree with her, offend her, anger her; anything that could make her seem oppressed so she could get attention. But nothing appeared. It seemed that others had already left similar comments. Gardevoir steamed at the fact that they had stolen her opportunity to target her rage upon someone. She clenched her fits harder than a bear trap. Somehow she needed to make herself look like a target. Suddenly, an idea leaped into her head.

"I know!" shouted Gardevoir triumphantly to herself. "I'll search my name! There must be someone out there that has an opinion about me that I can find offensive!" She opened a new tab on her web browser and a search bar appeared. Gardevoir clicked on it and began to spell out her name. G... A... R... She continued to spell her name. But little did she know that she made possibly the worst mistake of her life: She left "Safe Search" off.

At first, the images were normal. Her image on Bulbapedia, a few selfies here and there, all pictures that she had approved. But then she noticed some hand-drawn pictures. 'That's odd,' she thought to herself. 'I didn't know that people drew me.' She continued to scroll until she saw...

Porn. Lots. Of her. Drawn by really, really messed up artists. (Seriously, what is wrong with you sickos?) She gasped when she saw the horrific images sprawl across her screen. She nearly fainted at the sight of them. She began to feel very lightheaded. She was so used to making false and exaggerated claims of people sexually harassing her and being generally creepy that she was completely unprepared for a legitimate situation. To make matters worse, they drew her with breasts. They had completely and utterly assumed her gender! Gardevoir's blood boiled with anger. She clenched her fists so tight that she made herself bleed with her own fingernails. But she didn't care. All she knew was that she absolutely had to track down the scum-of-the-earth villains who drew her like this. She opened up Skype on her computer and called the Pokemon who she knew could help her best.

"Hey, Gardevoir," greeted a voice on the other end. It was friendly and cheerful, but Gardevoir was not.

"Rotom! Some people have been harassing me!" shouted Gardevoir.

"Are you sure you're not being over dramatic?" questioned Rotom. "You do realize that air conditioning can't actually be-"

"No, it's not that, you numskull!" snapped Gardevoir.

"Technically, I don't have a skull," chuckled Rotom. Gardevoir ignored the unfunny joke and continued.

"People have been drawing- drawing p-p-PORN of me!" stammered Gardevoir.

"Wait, did you honestly just now find out about that?" said Rotom. "It's been going on for years now." Gardevoir gasped. She couldn't believe it. For YEARS?!

"I need you find all of the people who did this!" demanded Gardevoir.

"But there's so much of it! It would take forever!" protested Rotom. "I can only check the creator of one image at a time and that would-"

"I'M TRIGGERED!" shrieked Gardevoir so loudly that it would have made an Exploud's Boomburst pale in comparison.

"Alright, alright, fine! Please don't ever do that again..." begged Rotom. "Send me the link to the picture who's artist you want me to find the most." Gardevoir searched the images and found the most disturbing one she could. She copied and pasted the link into the Skype chat for Rotom to see.

"OK, I'll need to go into cyberspace and track this person down, which will take a couple of minutes," replied Rotom. He/she/it/other exited the call and used their abilities to enter the internet and track down the creator of the image. He was surprised at who the artist was.

"Well? Who was it?" asked Gardevoir curtly when Rotom returned.

"You're not going to like this," warned Rotom. "The artist is..." Rotom paused. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes, I am," insisted Gardevoir.

"Are you sure you're sure?" badgered Rotom.

"Yes, I am!" repeated Gardevoir, growing more and more irritated by the second.

"Are you sure you're sure you're-"

"ROTOM IF YOU DON'T TELL ME THIS INSTANT I'M UNFRIENDING YOU ON SNAPCHAT!"

"Alright, fine. Gallade made it." Gardevoir was stunned. Shocked. Afraid. Horrified. More interesting adjectives. Gallade, the Pokemon everyone had "shipped" her with in High School, was one of the pervs who made the disgusting drawings? She couldn't believe it. She knew that he was weird and was convinced that they were destined to be together just because they were in the same evolutionary line but she had no idea that he was this insane. Fortunately, she knew where he lived. He had sent her letters before. Gardevoir had wanted to move out of her parents' house for years so she could avoid him, but she had wasted all of her money on "Gender Studies" in college. She checked the envelope of one of the letters and read the return address. She grabbed her parents' keys and drove the car all the way down to Gallade's house.

Gardevoir pulled into Gallade's driveway and parked the car. She approached his front door ready to yell at him for being so offensive. She knocked on the door and Gallade answered.

"Wow! Gardevoir!" exclaimed Gallade when he opened the door. "I thought you didn't get my letters. How have you been? Please do come-"

"SHUT UP!" hollered Gardevoir right in Gallade's face. "I KNOW ABOUT THAT HORRIBLE, PERVERTED DRAWING YOU MADE OF ME!"

"Oh my Arceus, Gardevoir, please calm down!" shouted Gallade. "I made that years ago!"

"WHY?!" demanded Gardevoir.

"Because, well, I loved you," answered Gallade sheepishly. "I always have and I still do. Gardevoir, would you be willing to spend your life with me?" Gardevoir was completely taken aback by this statement. She accepted and they got married and had lots of babies and lived happily ever after.

Nah, I'm just kidding.

She ripped Gallade's testicles out through his asshole using her psychic power.

The end! What a happy ending! :D

I'm sure you're wondering, "What did I just read?" And I'm currently wondering, "What did I just write?" I'll probably add another story to this in the future. This will be a bunch of short stories based on Pokemon and Internet culture. If you have any suggestions for a future story please let me know. Thanks for reading!