A/N: Woohoo ten whole chapters already! Hope you're enjoying the story so far you can expect many more I hope~ Please review to tell me how I'm doing!

A Forgotten Past

The Killer Jell-O hovered over Slenderman Snivy, having recently taking his microphone back into his clutches once again. After happily celebrating to himself, he now stood behind Slendersnivy, waiting for him to awaken. That way he would be able to feel fear the moment before he died. Hearing the small gasp escape his old pals mouth, the Killer Jell-O raised his knife and brought it down violently. Slenderman Snivy had rolled out-of-the-way just before it hit, only taking enough action to avoid certain death. Still weary from his encounter with Arceus, the Killer Jell-O took the advantage on the battle field, fighting fiercely but always missing but just a bit. Enjoying his job more than what he has in a long time, the Killer Jell-O gracefully "danced" across the field, swaying his knife around left and right. Even singing a little tune as he did! But not loud enough but Slenderman Snivy to hear, he wanted him to die with his eyes open. Suddenly pointing and yelling in loud, unmistakable "Snive's!", Slenderman Snivy pointed to behind the Killer Jell-O, where the trainers had caught with them, and brought a little friend along.

Boo squirmed against the hold of the witch's grasp, trying to break free as she harshly waved him around. Pinching at her gas, the female trainer cackled, causing the Killer Jell-O to heed the warnings and turn around. Smiling with glee, the Killer Jell-O confidently faced them, spirited by the ownership of his knife once again. Charging them head on, the Killer Jell-O was stopped mid run by the undead forces. Thrown back in a flurry, the Killer Jell-O hadn't realized before that they had a small connection with telekinesis. Or maybe that was just in his head. Ghost powers? What did it matter anyway, all that mattered was getting out of the same situation as he had been in before. All he had to was be a bit more tactful. Looking back at the Slendersnivy playing in the grass, he scoffed in disgust and went on to more urgent matters.

Slenderman Snivy sat off to the side, looking through the tall grass, trying to find what he had lost. He still didn't have any idea what Arceus' message had meant, and until he did it would plague his mind. "Get rid of what you began" he had said. It was so ambiguous and vague yet blunt and obvious at the same time. It had only been a few days..a short time span for him to have done anything! Slenderman Snivy began the recount the events that had occurred during his time with the Killer Jell-O, retracing the past. He had met the Killer Jell-O in the forest in which he lived..and after helping him out of a pickle he joined him on his journey. After a good night they had come to a cave..but he fell asleep to the Killer Jell-O's song. Events were getting blurry but his mindset surged on. There were two trainers..the same one's they were battling now but not dead, not furious. And then they had come into the town, where they wandered and hid. And somewhere between all of that the trainer's became vengeful ghosts due to the hidden residents-the ghost Pokémon. He hadn't really "begun" anything to his recall, and so he took a deep analyzing to the past. What important things were at my hand? he asked himself. He joined the Killer Jell-O. Yes that was one, but it didn't begin anything..so he pressed on. He faced the trainers after the Killer Jell-O near lost, causing his victory. Thinking to himself to hurried his search: But what did that do? I don't even remember if I was the final blow..but that doesn't matter! I was a part of it no? And if I hadn't started helping my dear ally, which I hope remains a friend...then the Trainers never would have come back as ghosts! That was what Arceus meant. I must stop the ghost trainers, whatever they are, because 'tis my duty under Arceus! And I cannot leave the good Jell-O to do it alone!

His thoughts now bringing victory to his situation, it was clear that victory in one aspect did not mean victory all together. Standing up with his new mission in mind, Slenderman Snivy had his head hung high with pride. And standing up, he was able to see the glimmer of the band of his tag. Now his and forever to be. Sneaking across the grass, he hoped that it would be tall enough to hide his small figure from the ghost's sight. Of course it was better that he not be seen. And like any Pokémon in tall grass, he wasn't, not until he was ready to attack at least. Invisible from sight, he was not invisible from mind, and he knew that sooner or later the Killer Jell-O would be hunting him again. And he could not stay on the run forever. Moving as fast as he could without rustling the grass and being spotted, Slenderman Snivy slowly made way to the cleanse tag, glowing brilliantly as it sensed its need. Slowly moving his arm toward it in order to savor the moment, he was stopped as he began to make his way toward the sky.

The Killer Jell-O had fended off the ghosts for as long as he could. But he wasn't able to defeat them alone then, and he certainly wasn't now. Swinging his knife across their limbs, is severed where the knife cut. But now for long, the wound would fix itself. But in the small amount of time that took, since the ghosts could not attack during the healing process, he was able to prepare for the next attack. But he could not hold them both off, and soon the male of the two had escaped, wandering off towards Slenderman Snivy, still playing in the grass. How could he be *playing* in the grass in a time like this! He couldn't help thinking. He didn't even know where the little ghost went. She looked kind of familiar, but most of the past few hours had all been a blur. The female was kept busy, but her rage from having to forcibly heal herself every two seconds was building up inside.

Slenderman Snivy couldn't help but cry out as he was lifted up, so close but now so far from the key to victory. The glow of the tag dimmed as it lost itself in the grass once again. If there was any hope to be had, it wouldn't be the last time. The male trainer brought Slenderman Snivy over to where the Killer Jell-O was struggling. Squirming in hopes to get free, Slenderman Snivy sent vines into the ghost's eyes, trying to blind him. But he didn't know of the ghost's quick healing, and like the Killer Jell-O, was stuck in a fit of just trying to fend them off. Meanwhile in the grass patches..Boo was scurrying about. She was small and went right through the grass, not letting it rustle even a bit. Trying to find her way back, the grass was too tall to navigate through and she couldn't lift herself up without being possibly seen. And then pull into the same trap that manifested the nice Snivy and his tortured friend. Doing her best to peek through, she spotted the tag that the Snivy had owned before. She immediately thought to return it, since he must have dropped it, although she didn't remember seeing him with it before. But then she remembered the danger of going forward. But she could not let that stop her! She had a feeling that it was important, and maybe it could even stop the meanies! Grabbing it with her mind, Boo creeped forward to where she could hear the commotion of escape.

Struggling in his hands, Slenderman Snivy was exhausting himself fast, and couldn't do anything to cut through the trainer, so that he may be set free. Even the sharpest of razor leaves were to no avail, the only thing sharp enough was the Killer Jell-O's knife, and he didn't believe that he could get any help out from him. Resorting to futile kicking, there was quickly a little jolt on his foot, as if being pulled by something that went right through him. Bewildered, he looked down to find the small ghost that the ghosts had brought with them. It angered him that they would bring an infant to the scene but it couldn't be helped so he had remained calm. He didn't even notice that she had escaped at one point. And looking at her, she brought up the cleanse tag that he had lost earlier. And so hope was not gone, as such it was to be the only good released from Pandora's box. Picking it up with his other foot and then swinging it upwards to his arm, for brought it to both the trainer's face and let the light pierce their bodies permanently.

The light shone through the drawings printed on the thick paper, and the spots that showed through cleared through the ectoplasm the trainers were made up of. Screaming in agony, the spots the light touched turned their ghostly bodies to ashes. The light fluently enveloped them, twirling around their bodies and leaving their last screeches for mercy an echo across the rugged landscape. Small twinkles and ashes all that was left of them, Slenderman Snivy watched in awe the sight that was held before him, his cleanse tag fading from his hands. And then he felt a sharp pain. The Killer Jell-O now free on several aspects, had stabbed the Slendersnivy, still seeking revenge for what he did. Pierced on his right shoulder, blood trickled out and began to stain his coat. Slendersnivy cried out to the Killer Jell-O that this wasn't necessary, and that everything could back to normal! But the Killer Jell-O would not listen, and raised his arm to strike again. Slendy rolled out-of-the-way once again, his hand covering where the knife had gone through his flesh. Unsteadily leaping up, Slenderman Snivy sent weakened vines at the Killer Jell-O, trying to hold his off until he could up with a plan. Grabbing the vines and cutting them short, Slenderman Snivy was had lost the only attack he was strong enough to use without bleeding himself clean. Falling to his knees, Slenderman Snivy looked up to face the Killer Jell-O, when Boo wavered in front of him.

Still at the sidelines, she witnessed the event between the two that she thought were friends. Maybe they weren't friends anymore? Thinking that it would be the least she could do she floated in front of the Slendersnivy's face, blocking off the Killer Jell-O's next attack. Gathering bravery when there was none, she began to use her only attack: Hypnosis. The Killer Jell-O fell back in a trance, and with borrowed time she went to held the good Snivy as he had helped her. With grass blades wrapped around the Slenderman's thin shoulder, she attended the Killer Jell-O. She was too young for her hypnosis to lull the enemy to sleep, and all it do was that which traditional hypnosis implied. But by the time she had finished and the effect had worn off. Fearful of her mistake, the Killer Jell-O picked himself up in a daze, not bothering to grab his knife. Facing the watching crowd, the first thing he uttered was: "Who are you?"