Somebody Threw a Rock at Grimmjow!
Fuckin Shinigami.
Grimmjow lay broken and bleeding on the soft grass.
What the hell did he turn into?
The Cero that had originated between the horn of a demonic white mask had been unlike anything Grimmjow had ever experienced. It tore the very fabric of Hueco Mundo asunder and dump his battered body here. Wherever herewas. Only one consolation remained to the once triumphant warrior:
Well, at least it can't get any worse.
Then someone threw a rock at him. And everything went dark.
(-o-)
"Oh my," said Professor Oak. "I believe this could be a previously unknown species of Pokémon. I can't wait to document this momentous discovery!"
He pocketed the now lifeless Pokéball and began the long walk home.
AN: Prepare for the Crazy.
