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The last thing I see is Snivy smiling maniacally at me as my consciousness fades away, giving way to the spore induced haze. I hope you enjoyed, rate and comment. This is my first Pokemon fic, but I think I'll right more, maybe something more vanilla like though.
We were up in my room, arguing over whether my Snivy would beat his when we heard our moms talking about something in the kitchen and we decided to sneak down and eavesdrop. "They said that Snivy went crazy, as soon as he was released from his pokeball, he ripped the shirt and bra off the closest female assistant, pinned her down with is vines and was about to violate her when one of the others threw his ball at him, it missed of course and he just ran out and to Route 1.
They haven't been able to find him since. " They kept talking about other things after that...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑