Summery: It's not too good if you can't tell yourself apart from another. Well this what a poor pokemon had to learn when their trainer learned a trick from his brother.
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I have to ask this
Why would you take such a risk?
Don't you know I, they could have been gone forever, dear trainer?
Telling from the results, I, they, should count my,their blessings...
Or maybie this is much worse?
They are just like me, or am I just like them?
We are exactly alike, stats, name, exactly the same in every way
I don't like it
Am I the original?
Or am I the glitch?
Why would you do this?
One's not enough?
It's better then none, or is it not?
I'm so confused
We share the same mermories
but we don't know who experienced them
Will we be treated the same?
Why not? We'er exactly alike in everyway
Same name and everything, who had it first anyway?
I remember the time you caught me...or was it when you caught them?
I remember our first fight together...or was I never there?
I remember being one of a kind...or was I ever original?
Are these memories my own, or are they their's?
Was I born in the wild, or in a computer in the pokemon center?
While they were the ones who could of disappeared?
Please don't tell me your doing this again?
I know you want to share with your friends
but I don't want to be givin away
Or worse...
Please don't use that glitch again...
...you know...the risk...is the same...right?
"Dangit!" A young trainer said loudly when he discovered his pokemon got deleted. He had to count to ten just to keep from smashing his game. He tried out a new glitch he learned from his brother. They were going to use it to get all the legendaries they wanted and give them away to their friends. It worked great the last time, like his brother said they were exactly alike, even the nicknames were the same.
"Aw well, I have an extra anyway"
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Incase you haven't noticed this was inspired by the clone glitch and the poem "Double" by ex-quisite zenith.
If this confused you, it's kind of like the pokemon are real, but they don't actully live along side humans in a way. They know their trainer exists, but their trainer doesn't know the pokemon are real. I think I might of used the 'name and same' ryme too much. What do you think?
The only reason I gave the kid a brother was so I could ryme with 'another' in the summery XD. By the way, I'll let you guess which legendary this poem is talking about...
Reveiw if you think this deserves one, flames are welcome and have a nice day.