Conquering Desires
Kevin wandered through the outskirts of the city, attempting to busy himself as he waited for the day to end. With him he carried his microphone, a map of the city, and his knife; though his knife remained hidden from sight. Ignoring the "you are here" arrow, Kevin held the map how he thought was straight, and walked towards the theater. Trying to remember the schedule of the performances, Kevin recalled that the main show was by the "Whismur Group". Although naturally he couldn't understand why; all Whismur are tone-death. Most people around these parts walked despite the abundance of tire-treading asphalt. They strutted down the streets with gusto that was hard to ignore. Watching these common folk walk so confidently inspired Kevin to be confident on stage when the time came. To be so confident nobody would be able to look away as he sang into the night for them. At closer inspection, Kevin noticed Pokemon walking besides these people in harmony, some even being carried on the human's shoulder. Kevin didn't know a lot, only what had happened since he awoke, but he knew this: it was unnatural. Pokemon were meant to live in harmony with each other, not those creatures. They were all the same. All using their magical torture devices to capture his kind, enslaving them to the capturer's will. Furiously shaking his head, he took another look, this time letting himself see. The Meowth clinging to its owner's shoulder was happy. It was more clear to him now that maybe the Pokemon actually enjoyed this treatment, and he would be better off to make opinions when he had a memory of what his opinions were.
The Slendersnivy contemplated on his seeings from hours ago. Kirlia had held her arms up, and from between them she revealed the night's future. The "portal", one could call it, that he looked through was in clear picture, with sharp edges and an obvious understanding to what was happening. The picture revealed a large room, capable of holding quite a few thousand at Slendy's guess. Seats surrounded and crowded around the stage in orderly fashion. Fancifully covered in red material, most likely velvet. It almost made Slenderman Snivy chuckle at how such a high-class gathering accommodation was still of less quality than his suit. He straightened his jacket, let out a small "sni", and presumed to his flashback. Zooming in from the room, a theater presumably, the floating image showed backstage, where some Whismur were tied by ropes. Being Whismur, by nature they couldn't speak loud enough to call for help properly, and instead produced salty tears. Behind them he could see the Killer Jell-O, making cute faces into a mirror that said "STAR" at the top. Frowning for a second, maybe third time, Slenderman Snivy clearly despised the Killer Jell-O's new behavior. He knew perfectly that it was against everything he believed in when he was still himself. Pausing for a moment to cough, Slenderman Snivy sneezed as well right after. Hearing a "bless you" from an unknown source, Slendersnivy replied with an uncomfortable "thank you" into the street. Quickening his pace, Slenderman Snivy put his focus on getting to his destination before sundown, forgetting about what was to happen. It now occurred to him that he had no idea where he was. Looking forward, Slenderman Snivy saw a thick brick wall in front of him, looming far above his head. He sneered at his foolishness; thinking about what was to come rather than where he was going. At this point the present was more important! Turning around to go back, Slenderman Snivy calmly regarded the two Houndour and their leader, Houndoom. Showing no emotion, Slenderman Snivy calculated this unfortunate happening to set him back another thirty minutes on top of being lost. Throwing a leaf tornado their way, it was set to flames and sent right back in his direction by the Houndoom. Dodging the spinning flames, Slenderman Snivy was too late to protect himself against the small explosion as it hit the wall. To his luck, however, the dark-type Pokemon were put at a small stand-by. Running through the newly-created hole, Slenderman Snivy turned to see that the Houndour could not do the same. Walking slowly if only to taunt them, he felt elated at their desperate calls to come back and fight. He soon reached the edge of the alleyway, eyes widening as the exit approached. Across the street was the "Grande Pokemon City Theater". It glinted in the sunlight, sun reflecting off the many windows. Slenderman Snivy ran across the street as the sun blistered into his skin, stopping cars in their tracks. In record time he had done it. He had found the theater, before the Killer Jell-O too. Now all he had left to do was hide before show time.
It had taken near all day, but Kevin smiled as he looked at the theater, lights brighter than usual as the sun went down. Trotting around to the back, Kevin sang to the muscular guard, as if to prove he was indeed a performer. A little put off, he took the guard's sleep as an approval to his entrance. Practically skipping, he was blinded from what lurked close by in the shadows. Backstage was brightly lit with artificial lights, leading him to the what were supposed to be the stars of the show. Grabbing a dislodged rope as he walked through he door, three Whismur were greeted with a smile. He tied them up before they could whisper for help, and latched them to where they could still watch the show. Rushing over to the "costumes and props room", Kevin quickly put on a plain black bow tie that could conceal his knife. He found it odd to carry it out in the open, but it was the only link to his past, he would keep it with him for good luck. So he stuck the knife between the loop that kept the tie together, admiring it in the mirror.
As he sprinted back to the main area of backstage, he saw that the Whismur were crying softly, but that would not get in the way of his big night! He heard his calls for show time from the crew above, who didn't care who performed as long as there was a performance. Kevin stepped from the left side of the long red curtain, dropping onto the floor majestically. He ignored the murmurs of the confused crowd, and reached center stage with confidence. Closing his eyes, he breathed in and released his voice and song. The murmurs shushed as the crowd's ears enveloped the tune. Eyes drooped, and some even tried covering their ears to block the song, but it was too late. The magic of a Jigglypuff's song was already within them. Kevin let his song drop to a simple hum, reopening his eyes as be finished. Rage literally swelled his body, and with it Kevin reached into his bow tie for his knife, holding it up in the air for emphasis. Then, as quick as the light that faded from him, he carved grotesque faces into all of the audience and crew. Huffing as he re-entered center stage, Kevin glared at all of the people who had ruined his perfect night. Turning to go out of the theater, he saw a familiar figure. It was that Snivy again! With quick reflexes he threw his knife at the Snivy, just knowing he was somehow to blame.
Slenderman Snivy rushed to move of the way, but the knife dug into his jacket and threw him against the wall. Before he knew it the Killer Jell-O, or Kevin as he was calling himself now, was looming over him. He demanded that he tell him everything: who he was, what he was doing here, and how he knew about him. Slenderman Snivy told him everything, it was of no loss to him, but only a gain. Soaking in all of his telling a like sponge, the Killer Jell-O resumed his true name, letting the spoils trigger his recent memory. But even with that, he still didn't know who he really was, but only that he was a friend. Tugging his knife from the wall as briskly as possible, he apologized for the gaping tear in his coat. Letting his annoyance of his coat's ruin stay within him, Slenderman Snivy forgave him and rushed out with the Killer Jell-O behind him. The Whismur were the only living left behind.
Slenderman Snivy led him to one of the many stores he had stayed in during the day. Bursting into the tailor's small shop, Slenderman Snivy wrapped vines around the shop keeper's neck; willing to exchange his life for his services. The Taylor sent his Leavanny for some thread, and within the hour, Slenderman Snivy's coat was better than new. Slenderman Snivy thanked him, and left a small tip of rare desert berries that can only be found deep in the uncharted Orre desert at night. Then he left with the Killer Jell-O, coat flowing behind him.