Purple, Johto Day 31: The Tale Of How I Became Pokemon Trainer Victorious

Thanks to a suggestion from Anon Y. Mous, I found a way to regain my honor! He/she suggested I walk to the opposite end of the cave and back! People of the internet are so smart! I wanted to make sure I got my honor back in full, so I spent the last 2 days making my back and forth through Union Cave. I have seen so many Zubats.

SO. MANY. MOTHERFUCKING. ZUBATS.

So yeah, honor restored, Pokemon Trainer Victorious, everything is good again.

I now stand on the grassy knoll right beside Azalea Town, and the entirety of the town is within my sight. The Pokecenter, the Pokemart, the Pokegym, the Pokeball Maker, all of these beautiful buildings made for humans like me. Yup. All of those things are nice and all, but I am not interested in them at the moment. This is what I am interested in! Slowpoke Well. So majestic, with all of its... majesty.

My bag started to wiggle and waggle and out popped Captain McFunRuiner AKA King Steven Bradley.

“I say oldboy, were you trying to keep me away from this artifact of my people's oppression? Whether this to be an attempt to protect my psyche or to limit the dabbling I am able to do to bring about the betterment of my people's social status through revolution, either way, I will require a fortnight within this dwelling. I know we've had our differences in the past, but would you please join me in a moment of remembrance?” said the stupid fucking Slowkingbro (for those of you who do not remember, two Shellders bit my Slowpoke's head and tail at the same time, creating this abomination).

I stood beside Captain McFunRuiner AKA King Steven Bradley, he had his eyes closed and bowed his head as he offered his thoughts to the Slowpokes below.

There was a rumbling. A not so far off rumbling. It got louder, and closer until...

A horde of Slowpokes burst through the trees behind us and formed the ultimate stampede. Hundreds and hundreds of Slowpokes were rushing at Captain McFunRuiner AKA King Steven Bradley and I at an alarmingly fast speed (for Slowpokes anyway).

In reaction to the Slowpede, I grabbed Captain McFunRuiner AKA King Steven Bradley and hurdled ourselves out of the way. Granted, it was very easy to avoid, and I'm sure if we had briskly walked, we could have been around them without too much effort on our part, but what was done was done.

“You.. you saved me. You know, I thought you were nothing but a low class neer-do-well who viewed an intellectual as myself like a Beastly-Pet-Slave. Purple Gitimall, for the first time since my detainment and inaction into your services, I am proud to be your Pokemon.”

“Oh yeah sure”.

And then I kicked him into the well.

“PURPLE! Master! Help me!” cried Captain McFunRuiner AKA King Steven Bradley as he clung to the stone wall of the well for his life.

I got to my knees, looked into the Kingbro's eyes with the look of the Pokemon Trainer Vitorious, and in one movement, I slammed my hands upon his, making sure my claws dug deep (pretend here guys), and with the transformation of straight face into a sly grin, I whispered...

“Long.”

“Live.”

“The.”

“King.”

And then I dropped him. He probably died.

Catch You Later!

Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious

P.S: I killed him cause he was a douche.

P.S.S: Oh, and in case you couldn't tell, I paid off the slowpokes to charge at us so I could put my plan of kicking Captain McI'mDeadNow AKA The Former King Steven Bradley into the well into action. I hid it really well by not mentioning it at all. Pretty smart, if you ask me.