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Memes.
They appear, amuse, and leave.
Well, sort of. They tend to linger around even after they are "dead." They are old memes.
Imagine what it would be like to be one. To live out your short-lived fame just to see it fade away.
The results would vary. The more obsessive ones would probably go batshit crazy.
Others would understand and go back to lurk in the shadows, not batting an eyelash.
But memes aren't real. They're just little fads on the internet that rarely last a long time.
Still, imagine if they were.
How would they feel about it?
Would they pull a Micheal Jackson and become a bad joke? An embarrassing excuse for a living being?
I kid Michael, rest his soul, but would they?
Or would they know to let it pass and do something worthwhile?
Would they be the Good Guy or the Bad Guy?
His past is strange.
His main purpose was to be a new species of Pokemon.
How do new Pokemon come into existence?
It starts with the all-powerful game designers. Every time they create a new Pokemon, Arceus follows suit and blesses the Pokeworld with a new species, as a lesser god who performs the duties of the "Earthmen with Computers".
Snivys were born, along with the rest of "Generation 5".
They grew up into Serperiors, and they populated the once non-existent Unova Region.
That's how it starts. But sometimes a select few pokemon discover a new plane of existence.
They don't know whether to feel lucky or not.
Deep within the Pinwheel Forest, months before Team Plasma caused chaos upon the region, they were recruiting pokemon for their noble cause.
That is, brainwashing, capturing, and even threatening other pokemon into joining them.
There was a peaceful area. A territory not often seen by the common trainer. The only place to easily find Snivy and it's evolutions. Similar calm areas near warm areas and tropical islands house other starters. One small family lived there. A Female Serperior and a young Snivy in a log. I'll let you guess why this one is significant.
"I think we're going too deep into the forest."
"Ghetsis's orders. He'll do very plasbad things to us if we don't find strong pokemon to help the cause."
"I wish you would stop using that stupid word."
Serperior was sleeping near the log, when she heard the Grunts' conversation.
"Look, Samuel, if you're going to be part of this team, you need to speak like it."
"Tom, I'm all for this liberation shit, but I'm not going to talk like a weird freak."
Serperior watched from the bushes. Unfortunately, she wasn't quiet enough.
(rustle)
"What the fuck was that?"
"Over there!"
"What do we do, talk to it?"
"Use your pokemon, you dumbass."
One threw out a Liepard, the other threw out a Haxorus. As they appeared in the red glow of the pokeball, the Serperior slithered out from the bush, prepared for trouble.
The Liepard didn't attack. Instead, it spoke.
"(Cooooongratulations~!)"
Serperior's face contorted in confusion.
"(What?)"
"(You've won a chance to help pokemon all around Unova!)"
"(What in Arceus's name are you talking about?)"
Haxorus stepped up to try to convince Serperior.
"(We, the Guild of Team Plasma, have chosen you to help aid us in our quest to liberate pokemon from their masters.)"
Serperior narrowed it's eyes.
"(But... You have masters. Right behind you. Pokeballs and everything.)"
Liepard giggled like a schoolgirl.
"(No, no, they're our partners! When we help liberate all the pokemon from their cruel, horrible masters, we'll all be free to roam and do as we please!)"
"(Cruel and horrible, huh? Well, I've seen these 'cruel and horrible' masters, and most of the trainers I've seen have this mutual bond between them. I've never seen one do anything bad to their own pokemon. If they want to be restricted to going where ever their personal human goes, and battle like a bunch of gladiators, that's their business, and I'm not going to join some silly liberation squad to take that away from those who enjoy that lifestyle.)"
Liepard frowned, and Haxorus started getting angry.
"(Now listen here, snake. You've been duped. Those trainers brainwashed their pokemon to be their own personal battle slaves. You're going to let them get away with that?)"
Serperior became irritated with the Dragon Pokemon.
"(They don't seem brainwashed to me. It's none of my business, and I don't want to join your 'Team Plasma.' Kindly leave my residence and good day.)"
Haxorus stomped his foot on the grass, leaving a mark in the ground.
"(We're not asking anymore. We're TELLING you to join Team Plasma.)"
"(And I'm telling you, NO.)"
"(Do you need some 'intensive convincing'?)"
"(Is that a threat, Dragon?)"
"(IT'S A PROMISE!)"
The Haxorus leaped for the snake, ready to slice her with his sharp blades, but Serperior was too quick, and slithered around him, wrapping around his neck to strangle him.
Liepard sprinted for Haxorus' attacker, and gave Serperior a clear slice across the skin with her sharp claws.
Serperior flinched in pain, loosened her grip, which gave Haxorus the chance to attack.
He grabbed Serperior and threw her against the nearest tree, then he slammed his sharp head-blades down for a fatal blow.
The Plasma Grunts looked on in horror as Haxorus murdered Serperior.
"Haxorus, stop! You were supposed to make it faint!"
"Oh, god! If Lord N finds out about this he'll-"
"Shut up, Tom! Haxorus, return!"
Haxorus disappeared in the red beam.
"Screw the mission, we're getting out of here."
The Grunts and the Liepard ran off into the deep forest.
A Snivy watched from the bushes. He walked slowly up to his mother, as a tear dropped from his face.
"Mom?"
"Please get up."
"M-Mommy?"