Hey guys, Yamchare here. I'm back at it again with another Pokemon story!
This is the sequel to the "Vengeance is Mine" series.
The ground quaked before the monster.
Zero clenched his fist and ass, then tossed the Poke ball containing SHITDICK the Sewaddle into the air.
"Go, SHITDICK!" He exclaimed, with fear in his eyes.
SHITDICK knew that he was bound to die. He was used to this, no big deal.
However, when SHITDICK turned around, expecting an order from his trainer Zero, Zero was gone.
SHITDICK gritted his teeth. What a bastardly coward, running away.
But what else could he do? Chase after him? Run?
No. He wasn't a pussy bitch like the others. He headed straight towards the monster.
But something in his heart stopped him.
The monster seemed somewhat familiar. Like he'd seen it before. But no, that couldn't be possible. The monster was new, it was red, it was unique. It couldn't possibly be... him?
SHITDICK gasped, the flow of memories washing over him.
The monster standing before him was none other than his brother, SH!TDICC the Groudon.
Flashback
The little Sewaddle quivered. "onii-san, what's gonna happen to us?"
"It's going to be alright, SHITDICK." He reassured his younger sibling. "We'll be fine."
The sound of a million footsteps reached their ears. And the little Sewaddle began to shake and cry.
"O-Oniisan! We're going to die, aren't we?!"
The Groudon closed his eyes, thinking of a plan, but nothing happened. He couldn't do anything. Eventually, he decided they were running out of time.
"James the Sewaddle, my younger brother. I bestow upon you my name, SH!TDICC!"
SH!TDICC hugged his younger brother tightly, glowing with an aura of black.
"We'll meet again. I promise!"
SH!TDICC pulled out his Naruto jutsu and teleported his younger brother to the only place he knew that would be safe for him, the Lostlorn Forest.