New Beginnings
The Killer Jell-O looked around in a daze, not knowing where he was, what was going on, or who the Pokémon around him were, he didn't know who he was at all. He figured it would best if that was what he were to ask first, but the only reply he got was stares and mouths agape; everyone seemed so stunned at such a simple question..he didn't understand. All he could hear were whispers in his mind, telling him disturbing things he didn't understand. Things like how he was guilty and to be destroyed unless he changed. He thought for a moment to ask about them, but decided to keep silent, deciding it would be best if he didn't bring it up. Everything was silent except for the rustle of the grass as it swayed to the beat of the wind. Interrupting the silence, the Killer Jell-O stood up, looking around at his surroundings and at him. He was pink, that much he could tell. He was also holding a knife, which he kept a tight grip on. There was also a microphone in his hand..that..that almost made sense. He wasn't sure why, but holding the microphone in his hand felt right, like it had a connection with who he really was.
Realizing he had been staring at what he was holding for some time now, he turned his head back over to the green Pokémon in nice clothes and the other thing he had with him, but Boo had left. She had seen it written on the wall that things may get ugly at her expense, and even though she was truly sorry for maybe making things worse, she missed her family. And with the threat of undead dictators gone, she floated back home where she was awaited as the ghost town's hero back home. Not caring or knowing for that matter, he slowly approached the green one and asked for his name.
"Who are you?"
Forcibly zoning back into the reality where each problem he faced was followed by another one of an ever-increasing difficulty level, Slendersnivy quickly replied, "Just call me Slendersnivy..or Slendy if you want".
Glad that he had finally gotten a response from him (also guessing that he must be a snivy from his name), he smile widely and tried to discover who he was, if this "Slendy" was even trustworthy. He may have not known a lot, but he knew to be cautious, and that one step in the wrong direction may be his last. "Ok, *Slendy*, friend or foe?"
"Friend", he said bluntly, too tired from recent events to deal with this new problem. He had just taken care of two ghosts! Not to mention the sun was rising and he knew he wouldn't be able to fend off its harsh rays, he knew he was weakening every second. Seeing as the Killer Jell-O was precariously watching him over, he continued on in hoped of striking his memory back. "I assume you want to know about who you are and what you're doing. First and foremost, you're my ally and friend, and also a slightly psychopathic killer, which explains the knife in your hand. You also enjoy singing I presume, considering you do it ALL the time, putting everyone to sleep and such. Recently you got in a fight with some trainers, which I finished, but then they came back as ghosts to come and destroy us, but we just got to them. But along the way there was a misfortune where you thought I took your belongings and went off with them. So after all this Boo, who just left I suppose(?), tried to hypnotize you for some reason and did it wrong. You lost your memory so here you are the end. Any questions?"
Stepping back from all of the information impatiently thrown at him, the Killer Jell-O couldn't believe his ears. The story was so farfetched, and couldn't possible be true! Yet it felt like truth, but this Snivy also seemed very cunning, he must be fooling him! Yes, that could be the only way. Filling with anger once again, the Killer Jell-O failed to harness it and unleashed his fury upon the Slendersnivy verbally with the harshest of words he could muster in his confused state.
"No!", he shouted, "Lies I say lies! That can't possibly be the truth, I bet you're just taking advantage of me, wanting me to be part of your crime circle that's right! You probably stole those clothes too you lowlife caterpie-eater!"
Shocked by what just erupted from his old friends mouth, he didn't think that it could be much worse, but for once he was incorrect, for the Killer Jell-O, or who used to be the Killer Jell-O, swiftly attacked him, mega punching him right in the chest and causing him to fall over, already weak from the sun's rays beating on him. Left there to wither, the Killer Jell-O left to go on his own journey of self-discovery and enlightenment.
The first thing he needed was to know who he was, any way possible would be ok to him. Looking closer on the handle he could see small engravings, making out a name. That must be his name! At least, how could it not? Trying to remember how to read, how to make out letters, he slowly scanned over the name, spelling aloud. "K..-E...-V-I...-N!", shouting in happiness as he was able to slowly read the word. Declaring himself Kevin whether or not it was his real name, The Killer Jell-O, erm, I mean Kevin, began to make out what he believed to be his identity. He looked around for anybody else to be of help, but all he could see was Slenderman Snivy laying limp on the ground a distance away. Huffing, Kevin decided it would best to ask people he knew he could trust, not "friends", but family! Yet his heart sank as he realized he must not have any. So he was an orphan. A self-proclaimed one at best, but for all he knew he was born and raised with no parents, only going after his aspirations and dreams. But alas he was probably kept up in an orphanage! Tortured by the more powerful Pokémon that surrounded him everyday. They made fun of his song and one day he escaped through an open window when everyone was asleep. He trained himself to be a night Pokémon and slept during the day. He must carry the knife to protect himself, but has slowly become stronger and uses it only for self-defense. This was his story. The story that in the condition of amnesia, he believed with all his heart, and knew suddenly what he had to do. Microphone in hand, he held it up like a hero to the fully risen sun, knowing that he was going to be a famous singer, on a journey of spite for all those who made fun of him. For himself, for his allies, for his parents! But remember quickly that himself was all he had, he took one last look back and began forward, leaving his old life behind him.