Kibago-Mayfan

"Come on," Rose murmured softly, pushing the Poffins towards me. "Eat up, Seven. It's your dinner. You won't get any more after this unless you eat it all." Even without eyesight I could tell her eyes shone with genuine warmth and a smile was on her face, but inside my stomach was churning. I felt like I had to throw up. Reluctantly I bent down and took a miniscule bite out of the warm, freshly baked strawberry bread-like substance. I chewed slowly, breathing in my surroundings. The crisp, clean antiseptic smell suggested we were in a Pokemon Center. I could hear footfalls as Trainers and their Pokemon shuffled around, buying food from the

Deino - They cannot see, so they tackle and bite to learn about their surroundings. Their bodies are covered in wounds. "Go, Seven!" The red and white sphere flew across the grassy battlefield, bursting open in midair. A white light seeped out in the form of a plasma-like substance. It formed the shape of a small, quadripedal creature with a scruffy mane and a sharp head spike. The plasma flew off in several white sparks, leaving behind the solid black and dark blue creature... also known as me. My name is Seven, and as you can probably tell I'm a Deino. I was captured a few months ago by my trainer, Rose. She's nice and all, but she just

May threw two red and white spheres up into the air. Slowly, the spheres burst open and white light seeped out, taking the form of two creatures. The light died and the creatures were there in all their color. Two Pokemon, Blaziken and Beautifly. May tenses, more nervous then ever. All the eyes in the stadium were on her and her Pokemon. This stadium, the Johto Grand Festival stadium, could seat thousands. Thousands of people were watching her every move. May clenched her fists. Determination was the key. Pokemon feel what you feel, May thought to herself. Don't be nervous. It's just a competition... the biggest competition.... May closed her

I know I can't take one more step towards you Cause all that's waiting is regret And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore You lost the love I loved the most I learned to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me Who do you think you are I hear you're asking all around If I am anywhere to be found But I have grown too strong To ever fall back in your arms And I've learned to live half alive And now you want me one more tim

so wen i was littel i luved pokeemon i played my blu version all the time. so one day this old man apeared and threw a blu version at me it was painted red and then he fel to the ground bleeding all bloodily with lots of gor his intestines spewd everywere and he dyed. ignoring him, i poped my blu version in my SP and started it. i cliked continue, cuz u kno, maybe he had good pokeemon. he had six 3D animated full-color victinis even tho thats tottaly not possible, and they were all headless and had blood dripping down them. then on his trainer card he was a ghostly zombie with blood evrywere. so red came up to me and battled me. my victini

"What's this?" I bent down to the asphalt-covered ground and picked up the blue piece of paper with a red and white ball on it, flipping it over. A blue dragon with a red head covered in spikes stared at me menacingly, the Pokemon card calling it Druddigon.  "You're pretty beast, y'know, Druddigon?" I whispered softly, slipping the card into my pocket and walking inside. I was sure the owner wouldn't miss it. I plopped down next to my brother, who was playing Black Ops. He shot a virtual person then growled at me, "Get yer leg offa me, it's freezing." I felt my leg, and sure enough, he was right. I instinctively removed the Druddigon card f