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Broken Paths

Slenderman Snivy woke up in a cold sweat, sitting straight up before realizing that nothing had happened yet. There was still time, for what, he did not know. He looked at the red X that still lay over his heart. He sighed picked himself off the ground, following the path where the grass was bent forward from being stepped on. Knowing that his dear friend certainly couldn't have gotten far, he ambled along the road leading into the town, staring at the nice road he admired so. He could see all of the people ahead of him in a crowd, but the little parade seemed to be about over, the now lively townsfolk going back to whatever they had been before. But a small child had strayed away from the group, looking for anything of interest in the small town she had grown up in. Seeking new pleasures with her curious eyes. She looked among the familiar scenery to spot an unrecognizable object. Teetering over, she stood behind the abandoned crates, spying at the small reptilian Pokémon. Memories of the true stories told to frighten and warn her at night flooded through her, and she pointed and cried out at Slenderman Snivy, declaring him the monster. The townsfolk turned around, now all staring at the Slendersnivy. Some recognized him from nights prior, when they had awoke to his face by accident. Stepping back only once, Slenderman Snivy tripped over small barrels carelessly left behind him. Stumbling for the first time, Slenderman Snivy gained footage and immediately broke into a run. He could hear the angry protests behind him, along with the calls of Pokémon owned by the people, freshly released from their poke balls. They didn't bother to run after him as he left the town, but he kept on running anyway. He knew he was many things, none to be considered nice in any way, but what these humans called him were not them. He had caused no overall harm, but his friend was still without memory, so for the time being he it behind him, running as fast as he could towards the unknown.

Exhausted from the jealous roars of the crowd, Kevin ambled slowly along the dirt road, taking in the scenery around him. There wasn't much to see, however, his red eyes absorbing only the contradicting green. Green shrubs, green grass, green trees. The only comfort away from it was to look at the ground. Dust kicking up into his eyes, Kevin groaned as loud as he could and took to looking at the sky in defeat. Studying the clouds and their formations to pass time, Kevin silently gasped as he saw what he thought to be a face. Blinking to escape the dark, judgemental eyes. Kevin did his best to shrug it off as he realized it must have been a figment of his imagination; the sky doesn't stare at those passing by and it doesn't disappear. Clearing his mind and feeling refreshed, Kevin tackled the next and last hill with ease. Looking at the path laid before him from the top, Kevin instantly recognized the call of his people. Bright lights in a big city shone for miles, enamoring Kevin from the inside out. Smiling and trying to hold in his excitement, he compensated by holding his microphone up in his most victorious stance. Not caring about the dust he was spreading everywhere, Kevin skipped along, leaving dust tracks in his wake and singing all the way.

Alone and abandoned, Slenderman Snivy walked gloomily along the next route, occasionally eating a berry. Everything surrounding him was his favorite color, everything bright and cheerful looking. He realized that it was silly to mope about what had already been done. He was now on a mission from Giratina, although why he still did not know. Picking hidden berries now more and more often, Slenderman Snivy ate them up as quick as he picked them, leaving few for the wild Pokémon. Delighted at their bitterness, he felt better the more he ate, picking up pace. He knew he would never catch up to the Killer Jell-O at the rate he was moving at. Nearly leaping, the Slendersnivy ran along side of the road, the thin yet thickly laid grass tickling the bottoms of his feet. Still full of energy as he stood upon the last hill, he could barely see a small tuft of pink moving farther and farther away from him. Letting a slight grin escape from his control, Slenderman Snivy watched the Killer Jell-O go into the city and out of his reach.

Time was still within the reach of daylight hours, but time would not the city from shining every light it could in every direction possible. The only light that didn't shine were the street lamps, reserved for night despite no prior lights being turned off. Like nothing could stop could stop the lights of this outside world, nothing could stop the light that shone in Kevin. Signs of many colors flashed repeatedly, advertising plays, performances, and special appearances. Kevin looked at these signs and knew that he was going to be one of those special appearances, but nobody seemed to know who he was. He passed by the ordinary folk, chatting among themselves without being noticed. No little kids asking for an autograph, nobody willing to ask him to sing. He was just an ordinary part of life, just like every thing else. Kevin could not accept that, it was to his factual knowledge that he must be a famous singer; he even had a whole town cheering for him! There's only one logical answer, he thought to himself, my fame must've not reached here yet! So it is my holy mission to bestow this wondrous city with my voice. Grabbing an abandoned newspaper from a lowly bench, it was made clear that there was a performance at the city's most popular theater that night, and he would make himself the opening act!

Tenaciously, Slenderman Snivy walked through the town, searching. He knew that he was looking for the Killer Jell-O, but it felt like he was searching for something else as well. He kept under the awnings of various stores and markets, going inside if the sun became too much. In a city so extravagant, he expected strange behavior and acts, but every single person he passed by was normal. Trainers walked with their favorite Pokemon, occasionally shouted challenging calls to each other. He watched as opposing Pokemon battled each other in the streets without thought. Mindlessly taking the hits, it was disgusting. Using the opportunity to ask other Pokemon about the whereabouts of a certain Jigglypuff, none of them had seen him. Keeping his hat on low, he refused to give up and approached a Kirlia who had just won a battle against a tougher-looking Granbull. Hoping she would use her psychic powers to help him, she agreed to help under the conditions he could beat her in battle, still feeling esteemed from the victory. Leaving her trainer to the sidelines, Kirlia let loose her psychic energy, throwing Psychic attacks as if this was what she was made for. Avoiding the attacks with flips and slides, Slenderman Snivy doubled the power right back to her in the whirl of three leaf tornadoes. Picked up and thrown to the ground, Kirlia admitted to the quick defeat. Healing her out of respect, Slenderman Snivy watched as she revealed to the Killer Jell-O's whereabouts in the near future.