(A short little drabble, very angsty, a bit of horror, and a bit of tragedy. This is rather short, I admit, but I wanted to write about the Grimer from that one episode, and what the thoughts of one that survived would be.

Flame me if you like. It's not a big deal, but if you like it, good for you! Anyways, I don't own, I will never own, and I wish I did, so we'd get a GSC remake and the Shaymin Sky Form wouldn't be so damn HORRENDOUS.)

I shiver, wrapping my arms around my small, slick body, peeking out of the sewer grate to see the slime and muck that was an odd shade of mauve and crimson.

The slime and muck that was once my family.

I begin to cry, tears the color of bile sliding down my cheeks, and I can't close my eyes because I won't look away and leave my family alone.

We just wanted a home. Why couldn't we just have stayed in the Power Plant? We weren't trying to hurt anyone, honest! We just wanted to have a nice place to thrive and be a family. I'm sorry we were ruining the place...

But wasn't there a nicer way of fixing the problem?

We would've listened if you said we were ruining the city. Perhaps we could've worked together, and helped the city, even; we absorb muck and grime. If we had cleaned the city, everyone would've been happy!

But that boy came in, and he found Muk. Muk was our leader, a strong, kind, and noble Pokemon devoted to protecting us, the Grimer.

He took Muk away, so I guess that the natural conclusion would be to destroy our family...

He used his Pikachu, and shocked us.

I'd never been hit by an Electric attack before; it hurt! It was like been boiled alive. My insides were bubbling, and I felt nauseous.

It was actually that which saved me; I staggered, and hit the side of the wall, sliding down to the floor. I did not go into the sewer grate.

All of my family did, though. They slid through the miniscule holes, being ground into pieces. Their bodies fell out in small chunks, bits of purplish sludge that had once been Pokemon.

That boy did it. He killed them, and he didn't even realize it. He wasn't even a murderer, because they at least know what they're killing.

This boy was an idiot. And that was probably worse.

We were just a problem to him, something to be eradicated. He didn't see it as lives he was destroying, he saw it as saving people.

But we were living things too, maybe not people, but Pokemon that had a right to live. It wasn't fair that we died just because we were in the way!

It wasn't!

I slide out of the tunnel, and surface. He's gone. I'm the only one left.

I shiver again, and move forward, hoping to find another place to live.

I just wanted to live with my family. It wasn't fair that just because we were a nuisance, they wanted us dead. We would've listened to your offers, tried to compromise.

But because we're Pokemon, lower than humans, you used brute force. Do you think we don't feel pain? Do you think we're stupid, that we can't hear what you say about us?

Filth. Slime.

Muck. Grime.

We know what we are, and that is Pokemon.

You had no right to intrude, to ruin our home, to kill us. But we cannot speak up for ourselves, so I suppose it matters not.

I will leave this place, and I will find a place in the filth and slime of this world, and become it, better it. I will work towards my goal, and I will make sure that just because we are filth, we won't be ignored.

There is more slime in this world than you humans would admit. I will make myself a part of it, and I will envelop the world in filth, and maybe then you'll see yourselves in the muck.

Maybe then you'll see we're not so different after all.

Filth. Slime.

Muck. Grime.

Human.

Pokemon.

And it's all the same thing, in the end.