Withering Songs

By the brink of dawn the newly made team reached the edge of the forest. It had been a good night, with many kills achieved and a rightful river of blood carrying them to their next destination. A wanderer, the Killer Jell-O had no particular place in mind, but with his new pupil/friend at hand, took the risk of going out in open daylight. As goes with traveling by night, they slept by day. And finding a safe place to sleep was no easy task, especially for a wanted criminal and his slender companion of the night. Beyond the forest lay a town, filled with people and trainers, the worst enemy for any Pokémon not intending to ever be caught and enslaved. True, Pokémon were being created to fight, but it was never said that they wanted to. The town that laid beyond the forest was quite quaint at first look, but upon further notice it was full of families and cheer. Not people that would recognize the great doings of the Killer Jell-O! Because if you weren't strong enough to fend his off, then you weren't good enough to live. It could even be considered a much more efficient process of natural selection, so to speak. Surrounding the village were mountains, standing tall and proud, mocking the Killer Jell-O as if to say, "There's no way but forward". And with that the Killer Jell-O and Slender Snivy took their first steps towards the town.

Two young trainers, fresh from their night camping, entered the woods as they followed the trail to their next destination, whatever that may be. Walking steadily along the trail, they began to notice odd corruptions that they hadn't witnessed before in their innocent lives. Tracks of blood were to be seen here and there, being lost in the bushes and found again later on, fresher than before. Then they began to see the bodies. The corpses of the still warm Pokémon that were prey from not long before. They each wondered what horrible poacher could have done this monstrosity, but failed to think of anyone. Not even the horribly clueless villains they frequently battled would've done this. They were after money not cruelty. But that was not the end. What struck them the most, as the most terrible was the way they died. Eyes closed they were asleep, as most are during the night. But this sleep almost wasn't natural, and the victims were not well rested. It was as if they fell asleep at the lullaby of a monster, not singing but infiltrating their ears with the screams of a thousand banshee, leaving them deaf and vulnerable. The most striking feature, the apparent signature of this horrendous villain, was the carvings. The facial carvings bestowed on the faces of the prey, each one different, each one painful, each one deadly. It was as the carvings were formed with such gusto, as if they were a mentor, teaching their pupil the ways of their craft. The young trainers were in despair. Who could've done this they pondered yet again? With this question in their sweet, innocent minds, they continued through the forest along the path, blood being not spilled but tracked.

Coming closer and closer to the town with every step, Slendersnivy resented the sunlight, using his fan of leaves to shade him from it's eternal brightness. Being not his kills the previous night, the bodies could not be disappeared, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to them. Continuing forward after his acquaintance, the Snivy called out to the Killer Jell-O, who had gone ahead from the habit of going alone. Using his walking cane to keep balance, Slenderman Snivy almost tumbled over from the exhaustion of the sun. The sun was new to him, as in the forest of which he lived it hardly made it past the thick leaves. Not to mention his lack of "action". Devouring the souls of the Pokémon for energy, they disappeared soon after, never to be seen again. Without that energy he was not nearly as slender as he would usually appear, and his leaves began to wither.

Seeing his grassy partner long behind him, the Killer Jell-O waited for him to catch up, taking a look around the mountainous terrain for any place to rest. Someplace that wasn't rocky and barren, someplace to yield the sun. No trees in sight, if you looked far enough, and close enough, there was a small cavern. Nice and cool, the two Pokémon would be able to rest for the day until night was to come again. And then again would they be back, back to do what they do best. Giving an accidentally loud cry, the Killer Jell-O urged Slenderman Snivy to come join him faster, when he saw his tail. The leaves were turning brown, opposed to the lush green it had been once before. Quickly covering his mouth from his outburst, as he didn't want to be noticed, he turned to making small, quick motions with his knife to come join him, that something important was happening. Seeing him struggle along, the Killer Jell-O, not wanting to lose what was his only friend, the only one he was ever destined to have, he skilfully stuff his knife beneath his curl, and went to carry Slendersnivy to where they were to rest.

Nearly fainted from his exhaustion, he felt a sudden upward force as he fell down in agony. Am I dead? He thought. Was he being lifted to a better place, wait, no. Pokémon like him, they don't get to go to a better place. But that didn't matter. Suddenly he couldn't feel the ground anymore. After generations of darkness that lead him to use his sense of touch, hearing and scent to guide himself through the moonlight feasting woodlands, he exposed his eyes from beneath his hat to get an understanding of the situation. The Killer Jell-O? What was he doing with him, carrying him like that. Surely he would've thought that a small Pokémon like him, the same size as himself even, could be able to carry him for a distance. It was almost like he had a supernatural strength, harnessed elsewhere, but how, that was a mystery. Leading his thoughts away of the how, his thoughts quested about his consciousness to the why. And then he saw it. Hidden beneath a similarly colored rock, was an opening, to a cave it could be presumed. Letting out a small "sni" of relief, he rested his body, and wished that he was like other grass types, absorbing sunlight instead of that of the moon.

The two trainers, scared from the horrifying images that had been imprinted upon them, exited the forest. Looking around, they took notice of the rocky landscaping, a town right on the trail, and to their left..what? What *is* that? Quite a bit past midday, they could see something in the distance, a "blob" if you will. It was carrying something..green? Yes, it was green they decided. Their Pokémon were tired from the battle they experienced in the forest, relieved that not all the wild inhabitants had been slaughtered. Worried more about their Pokémon rather then the mystery before them, they continued on to the next town, with plans to return after they had finished their business.

Not too long later, after reaching the cave's entrance, the Killer Jell-O let Slendersnivy get back on his feet, forgetting to be gentle of course. Hitting the rock hard floor, Slendersnivy embraced the darkness like an old friend, concealing his joy as always. Removing his trusty carving knife, the Killer Jell-O jabbed it into the wall, causing debris to fall to the floor. Easily removing it, the strength not yet worn out, more debris fell away, revealing a strange stone. Blue in color with a mysterious aura, the Killer Jell-O pocketed the loot, thinking of some way to possibly use it. All he could think to do was throw it, maybe as a possible distraction later on or so. And then again..he had no place to keep it. Dropping it on the ground, it clanked as the Killer Jell-O took of into the cave, Slendersnivy quietly following him.

Making no sound at all as the Killer Jell-O pit patted through the tunnel, he seemed oddly unaware of his presence, which wasn't odd at all. The pitter-patter of the Killer Jell-O's feet were like a soothing melody to anybody with his degree of slenderness, which was only him. When it was disrupted by a loud clash. Like a boulder being dropped, but quieter, and softer. Again it came..and again..and again. Hurrying his pace as to come as close as he could without disrupting the Killer Jell-O's focus, the Slender Snivy spied a large, strange rock. Taking notice of all details, he spied upon the "Pokemon" with wonder. Or at least he thought it was a Pokémon. It had eyes, a mouth, and strangely enough, two arms with hands to complete the pair, jutting out from the side of its body. No feet to be seen, the strange creature bounced along the cave, causing the Slender Snivy to question the thought of a cave in. Over its loud bangs he thought he heard a "Geo" come from its mouth. A Geo?, he thought. It seemed like a silly name, but as he began to get lost in thought, as he often did, the Killer Jell-O began to sing. The noise bouncing along the walls, at this rate, everyone in the cave would be asleep. His last thoughts, Slenderman Snivy fell to the floor drowsy, a long sleep awaiting him.

The Killer Jell-O let out a fearsome burst of laughter. Enjoying his time alone in the cave, he enjoyed doing his business his way. Jabbing his knife into the Geodude, a rock hard foe fought several times before, he remembered the old days. Which was everyday prior this day in fact, before he joined in alliance with the Slendersnivy. A worthy ally, the Jigglypuff didn't regret it, but found it more difficult than when he was alone; when he could use his song.