(I was hoping to save this post for when everyone decided to post their intros, buuuut things seem to be getting slow. :'D)
A grown Sceptile, tired from it’s hard duties maintaining the village, decided to walk to the fountain and have a drink from it’s fresh water. Along the way, he would pick up an odly shaped flower from the ground beneath him. He gently pulled the sides of it. This gave the Sceptile an idea. Reaching into the blue hand-woven bag on his back, he pulled out a piccolo. He gently rested in the playing position and proceeded to play an elegent, soft song.
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This caused many of the child pokemon, and even some adults, to dance around the village, hugging their loved ones and rejoicing in the nostalgic essence in the air. The lovely baby bird pokemon flew with their mothers and fathers, thining they could go on for years with this song around them. They began to carry in harmony. Everyone began to sing.
Soon all of the pokemon were dancing and partying, laughing, running, all in all having a good time. The Sceptile set down his piccolo for a moment, having reached the fresh fountain. All the other pokemon seemed to have carried the tune for him. He wasn’t needed at the moment, so he cupped his hands and dipped it into the fountain.
But the strangest thing happened.
The water got darker. He looked up to see one black cloud rolling over the city. Lightning cracked, suddenly changing most of the Pokemon’s well deserved moods. He looked down to see that the water has gone darker, and darker. It soon looked like swamp water mixed with a black energy. The Sceptile paniced and tried to throw the water on the ground, but it wouldn’t leave his hands! The water on his hands has seemed to expanded, covering his entire right arm, and creeping halfway onto his left. The sceptile panicked, and attempted to use his Leaf Blade to remove the demon of his arm. However, his move didn’t activate! Panicking further, he decided to use Bullet Seed on his arm. The demon jumped off and landed on the ground. People gathered to see what had happened. The demon grew larger, taking on the image of a fully grown Sceptile, however it’s colors were replaced by red and black. It’s pupils were replaced by the feeling of pure wrath and tyranny.
People ran into their homes, only to find that their sources of water had all turned into malicious blobs ready to take on their shape. Children cried, fathers and mothers tried to protect their children, but were almost immediately copied. A Nidoking and his queen had fallen victums to the clones. Their little Nidoran twins, male and female, ran quickly into the forest, but were soon knocked out and copied as well. Soon the copies were overrunning the originals. Flying type pokemon took to the skies, but lightening shot them down. The black clouds swirlled all around the village, their focus spot being right above the castle.
And then it happened. A thick ray of black lightning struck the castle. It’s color changed from a pure white, with the colors of the rainbow, into black and red with a yellow peak. A demon’s eyes roamed across the clouds. Thunder clapped, lightning roared down onto the crossroads. The remaining pokemon, lucky enough to be unseen by the demonic copies, panicked and hid in their clevery disguised Secret Bases. The ones hidden cried to themselves. Their wasn’t that many (from what they say while running) that made it to their bases. A Hitmonlee, Hitmonchan, and Hitmontop cried, no, not cried. Cried wasn’t the word. They were much sadder. They weeped, having lost their baby brother, Tyrogue, to the copies.
As the copies started outnumbering the originals, they threw the bodies into the castle, whose doors seemed to warp to a prison, where the pokemon wouldn’t be able to heal, their statuses will be the same as when they entered. Some were dreadfully poison and didn’t have long. Others were lucky enough to have only half of their energy with them. However, they couldn’t break through the shadow covered bars. Nor was their enough light to see.
The demonic pokemon then mutated, growing tentacles on their shoulders and waists, growing fangs, you could barely tell what they actually were before at this point.
The little Azelf stood in the sidelines with a horrible expression on his face. He couldn’t believe, or rather, understand what was going on. What once was a Growlithe, now a monster?! Sheer and utter madness rolled around him. And he knew it wouldn’t be long until the infection spread past the forest into other villages. He cringed to himself. But he did not let a tear roll down on his face.
He was the Being of Willpower, after all. His determination did not allow him to cry. He could go up against the toughest pokemon, and lose with pride and honor of that be so. He knew in his heart that there were still some pokemon left. They could help him. He could help them. They will find the light that shines at the end of cave! This was now his first mission! Build a team!
And then he charged, swipping incredibly fast past a majority of the demonic pokemon, using his Psyshock to knock pokemon out of the way. With his flaming heart, he felt like he could take an entire planet of demonic pokemon!
“I will not let you harm my Will! Bring all you can! I’ll take you all on if I have to!” And he continued to knock more and more pokemon away. However, they would just keep getting up. He needed backup, fast.