Escaped Heroes

With uneasy feelings tugging at him, Slenderman Snivy ran toward the exit, doing his best to outpace whatever followed soon behind. His coat trailed behind him and he'd lost his walking cane in battle, but he would go and retrieve it later. Running out of breath, the Snivy was relieved as he saw the light, for once in his life. As he knew that the tiniest glimmer showing through was the mark of the exit. Stopping for a moment, the relief vanished as he heard noises behind him. Raging noises that were filled with rage. Looking back for a moment, Slenderman Snivy saw it as it bounded around the corner, but not for long enough to see what it was. It was assumed in his mind that it was one of the ghost trainers, tailing after him for revenge, but he was wrong. It was a fate that lied not in front of him but behind. And sooner or later it would be destined to catch up. Gathering himself underneath the light trickling in from above, Slenderman Snivy bashed his head upon the exit way, mashing through and leaving small destruction in his path. The remains of the wooden door falling through the hole, Slenderman Snivy did not fall with them and headed back into town, the sun yet up. For it was the moonlight that was shining through. Noticing the Killer Jell-O's microphone sitting among the leaves, he picked it up and took it with him, as he would return it to him later.

The Killer Jell-O tailed his old accomplice, fury serving as the energy of his charge. But fury is not a real source of energy, supplied by the inner workings of the body, but that's not the point. The Killer Jell-O was slowing down, gradually, but not enough for him to lose sight of his target. Making a last huff puff, he turns around the corner just in time to see his friend look back at him, but everything is a blur and he falls to his face as ol' Slendy turns back around. Too out of breath to call out any last minute threats, the Killer Jell-O resides to a corner of rubble, where the wooden shards of the door remain. Plopping himself down to rest, the Killer Jell-O feels a sharp pain stab him in the bottom and immediately gets up despite his weariness. Unable to physically see the damage done, he ignores it and resumes to find what had caused him such pain. Slowly clearing away the rubble, the Killer Jell-O saw a familiar gleam amongst the dust. His eyes widening, the Killer Jell-O victoriously held up his knife, feeling reassurance sweep through his body. There was no doubt that the dreadful Snivy hid it away here for keeps, and was planning to come back for it later. Now if only he had his microphone.. But no fear was to be had! With his new-found gusto the Killer Jell-O knew in his gut that it must be somewhere near by! And so he cleared the area, nimbly avoiding splinters and any other form of meaningless pain. Disappointingly, the floor beneath was bare, and hidden away was his microphone somewhere else, somewhere close. Sighing with a small defeat, the Killer Jell-O continued forward after his prey and leaped out of the agape hole. Quickly scanning the area, as was the practice, the Killer Jell-O beheld the scene of a previous battle, although it was unknown when or why. The only thing that bothered him, was that according to the time frame of things it was more than likely that he slept through this. Falling backwards from frustration, the Killer Jell-O let loose a long sigh, looking up at the sky.

Meanwhile, the two trainers continued to wreak havoc in the underground. Thrashing at everything in their sight, they punished all who opposed them for ruining their plan, for not bring justice into the world, and not letting them die. And so they went after a particular target, who hiding in the shadows, knew that without a doubt she was being hunted. Boo made herself as small as she possible could in the corner. She was too weak to become a vapor, and could do nothing to fight back. All she could do was hypnotize anyway, a small task compared to what all the other ghosts in the vicinity could do. The two trainers, looking like silk but made of grey. And all at once they got calm, soothed under the spell of a talented Mismagius who had made a home here. And refused to let it be destroyed by a few insufferable brats. The other ghosts began to surround them, creating a calming feeling around them, urging them to move on, a Dusknoir by their side, ready to lead them on. But believing that they could win was nothing more than a mistake. For the innocent Boo was led out, and revealed herself. Thinking that everything was safe, and that she was hence safe too. But the trainers were stronger than the spell cast upon them and broke free. They spotted Boo, and grabbed her before she could get away. For she was the reason that anything had begun in their eyes, and to them they could never be anything less than correct. Many questions have been pondered about the story of the Killer Jell-O and his journey's abroad, and while many will never be answered, many will still be asked. And the most questionable one, was how do you grab a Ghastly? For in reality, they are but a gas that is alive with ghostly qualities, but they did it, and they planned on punishing her severely. And unlike before, the ghost residents did not rile up, for they knew if they did, that the dear child would be hurt because of it. So they stayed still and didn't move, while the trainers made their way to the surface. So that they could punish Boo in front of those she had saved.

Slenderman Snivy was still on the run. The only thing that kept up with him, watching him every step of the way, was the moon. Silently judging in its vast distance above all. Seeing and knowing all, and understanding. The man in the moon was always watching, and if one paid close attention enough, he would send out hints of what to do next. And that's just what he did. Sending out a soft beam of moonlight, Slenderman Snivy felt better with every step he took, and followed the trail that was being provided to him. And that trail stopped at the stranger item he had found earlier. But it no longer gave him the shivers, and so he safely picked it up and let it shine in the light of the moon. Holding it both his hands, he looked down upon it to take a good look at its features once more. A circle at the top with a dot in the center of it, strange lines ran through the bottom part, making a humanoid shape. He didn't know what it did, but he knew that it would be useful to him, and stuffed it in his jacket pocket, letting the band attached to it stream out. And then it happened. Slenderman Snivy's eyes became consumed with white, even more than what they already were. And falling backwards he fell into the soft grass, whiting out into a distant consciousness.

His eyes opened, but not to the where he had landed. All around him he saw darkness, but not the complete kind. In the scenery there lay shining stars and flowing colors. And taking a full 180 degree turn he faced a large Pokémon, one he knew of but never expected to meet. And in his deep, cacophonous voice, he began to speak.

"You. You are the one who has lingered in the forest, stealing the souls of the innocent for food. You are the reason I am here. For it is you that must solve that terror that lingers in the deep. You are the one who will bring justice upon this world."

Slenderman Snivy took this all in with grace under pressure. Arceus didn't seem angry at him..and hoped that he was taking a neutral stance in things. Speaking up, the Slendersnivy spoke.

"Arceus! Why do you do this? What you ask for is a great mission, not meant for someone such as me" Slenderman Snivy pleaded. This job was not the kind of his undertaking, and hoped to convince him of that.

"Silence!", Arceus boomed, "You may have had good intentions small grass type, but they were too no avail! You have wrought terror upon the place many call home and now you must fix it!"

Standing firmly in a fit of "sni's" Slendy responded, "Naught was my fault! I go and live my days the only way I know how, and what do you do, you punish me! I have done nothing to bring this upon myself!"

"But you have! YOU are the one that accompanies the Jell-O, YOU are the one that laid final blows to the heroes, YOU are the reason I stand before you now!"

"There be no such thing!"

His echoes reaching across his dimension, "YOU MUST PAY YOUR DUES!".

Knowing that there was no point to his, and that he could never beat a Pokémon such as him in battle, Slenderman Snivy hung his head in defeat and meekly asked, "What must I do?".

"Get rid of what you began."

"What do you mean!" he called out.

But it was too late, his mission given, a red 'X' formed over where Slenderman Snivy's heart was, searing pain into his chest. Withering in agony, everything became blurry, and he opened his eyes into the real world, still dizzy from what had happened. His hat still on his head, never leaving, Slenderman Snivy looked through it too see something pink hovering above him. Breathing heavily with a knife and microphone in his hand.