A Geodude and Wartortle tied up in vines, and a Bellsprout splattered with red, these three lay before Geosprout and Goldie.

Mostly passed out, until Geodude regained consciousness.

Coming face to face with its current nightmare.

As a grinning abomination of nature approached it, more and more vines suddenly surging to grasp Geodude.

Yet these vines weren’t normal, they were green but also looked to be rocky in nature.

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“Magnitude Vines.” The Geosprout mused, and suddenly Geodude shook.

As the vines entered its every crevasse, pushing into cracks they shouldn’t have been able to enter, Geodude felt itself being pulled limb from limb as its every orifice shook.

Violated.

Geodude felt utterly violated as it groaned, meeting its assailants eyes though, it saw naught in there but white beady emptiness.

Only coldness filled the creature’s eyes, not the slightest expression of emotion further from entertainment.

But there was no pain yet, no until Geosprout muttered another mixed move.

“Bulldoze Whip.” It said, and from its side grew the largest, buffest vine Geodude had ever seen.

Thicker than a Machoke’s arm, the vine formed a pseudo fist before suddenly descending upon Geodude.

A single hit is all it took with the combined power of grass and ground, Geodude was knocked the fuck out.

And with the rumble that followed, Wartortle woke up.

Immediately this ill-natured pokemon started struggling, and when it realised what surrounded it, it struggled much more fiercely.

That’s when it saw a sudden change in Geosprout’s appearance, as metal-rod like protrusions replaced the rocky leaves. Taking on the Alolan side of a Geodude out of no-where, Geosprout’s beady eyes and strange mouth also became much more apparent.

Wartortle realised this wasn’t just any pokemon, it was a shapeshifter.

And as a vine completely covered by these rods grew on its right side, Wartortle’s heart sank.

“Spark Vine!” Geosprout exclaimed, bashing the shocking vine into Wartortle and watching as consciousness immediately left its eyes.

Just like Geodude, Wartortle stood no chance.

“Perfect, now for this issue…” Geosprout mused, knowing Bellsprout would sure awaken next, he glanced inbetween Goldie and Wartortle.

Bellsprout waking up just in time to watch the birth of this monstrosity, as Ditto changed form entirely.

Rising with the hulking body of a Blastoise but the head and tail of the wicked Gyarados. Bellsprout then noticing the splatters of red all around itself, before glancing over an unconscious Geodude and Wartortle.

Panic immediately settled within its mind, as the monster turned towards it.

Utter terror kept Bellsprout frozen in place, as Gyaratoise hissed out.

“Blizzard of Rage!” Gyaratoise growled, and a blast of dark ice burst out of its shoulder cannons and down upon Bellsprout.

A mixture of ice and dragon, the attack decimated poor Bellsprout, leaving nothing behind but a few frost-bitten vines.

…

Gyaratoise and Goldie stared in surprise and shock.

“Woopsie.” Gyaratoise mused, “I just wanted to see if I could use learnable and machine moves…”

“Well you done fucked that thing up.” Goldie added.

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“At least I know now…I can take on the Alolan form of a pokemon, although less accurately to what I see and I can use both learnable by level and machine moves of that pokemon…Shit, I don’t think I have a move limit!” Gyaratoise mumbled out.

Goldie flopped around to face him, “Mother fucker after everything I’ve just witnessed, that’s the part that surprises you!?”

“Yo fish just hand me the stuff.” Gyaratoise grumbled back.

“Mother fucker does it LOOK like I can HAND you ANYTHING!?” Goldie exclaimed, waving its fins about.

“Oh, right.” Gyaratoise realised.

“Right up your reptilian ass, get your own shit.” Goldie reprimanded.

Grumbling something under his breath, “Oh I’ll shove something up your bitch ass alright…” Gyaratoise grabbed the two backpacks they had left laying nearby, one per hand he flipped them open then upside down, emptying their contents.

One barely had anything inside, but the other was loaded with potions, pokeballs but most importantly…Revives.

Yellow crystal-like pills, the box also came with a usage-guide.

One word in said guide caught Gyaratoise’s eyes though.

The word read as, “Suppository…”

Gyaratoise glanced back at Goldie, “So…about those fins of yours…can you hold-”

“I can read too dipshit,” Goldie immediately added, a wide grin appearing over her face. “And no, they cannot.”

“Oh fuck a Ditto.”

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Machoke finally reached where it had last seen its master, stepping out of the forest and into the river it saw nothing and no one but Magikarps swimming about.

Its heart growing heavy, as sadness filled its expression.

A sound suddenly reached its ears, a familiar voice alongside an unfamiliar one.

“Come on you can do it!”

“God damnit no! No I’m not doing this!”

Rage, wraith filled Machoke at the sound.

As it turned to where it came from, Machoke charged in that direction.

It vowed to itself it would get revenge, it vowed it would not lose again.

Rushing through the forest, until it came out to the main path.

Glancing about, it knew some kind of scuffle had occurred here.

“Just do it!”

“You do it!”

“I can’t you dim wit!”

“But why do I have to do it!?”

Hearing the voices once again, Machoke followed them, walked into the forest opposing the side it had come out from, Machoke trudged through thick brush for several moments until it came upon a…

Strange sight.

…

A Magikarp flailed about shouting encouragement as…

“Just do it! Just do it!”

As a Blastoise with the face of a Gyarados held a Wartortle by the left leg several feet off the ground with one hand and a yellow crystal within its other hand.

“Goddamnit! God fucking damnit!” The Gyaratoise psyched itself up, approaching Wartortle’s behind with the crystal before backing away once more.

“Maybe if you go slimy again and use your tentacles? Hey, there’s an idea.” Goldie suggested.

“Fucking hell woman let’s keep this PG!” Gyaratoise added with clear panic in his tone.

“Just fucking shove it in there already!” Goldie shouted.

“How about you do it then!?” Gyaratoise shouted back.

“Mother fucker I don’t have hands! Why do I gotta keep pointing that out!? Your white-ass eyes just as blind as they look!?” Goldie spat out.

“Then stop fucking rushing me!” Gyaratoise screamed, returning then to glancing in between the Revive and Wartortle’s…place where no light usually shines.

Seeing this sight, seeing the unconscious Geodude and the pile of potions and revives, plus the damaged terrain.

Machoke put one and one together.

They were farming these two poor pokemon for experience.

Its anger rising, it then noticed a few tattered vines laying nearby Geodude.

It recognised the Geodude, it was its master’s Geodude.

Then those vines…

Those vines where…

Machoke’s eyes narrowed as its jaw clenched, its teeth grinding with one another as its muscles stretched and veins bulged.

It then noticed a familiar rucksack…

It was its master’s rucksack.

Growling out with rage, Machoke rushed out of the brush, stomping forth and bashing into the Gyaratoise.

Eyes filled with anger, Machoke grabbed Gyaratoise by the shell and turned, throwing it off into a tree. Breaking said tree with the collision.

Growling out ferociously, its reddened eyes were set and focused upon its enemy.

“Hah…So you survived that.” Gyaratoise mused, rising from the tree’s wreckage, he faced the Machoke with a grin.

That grin…

That’s where the trouble began.

That smile.

That damned smile.

The ground around it shook, as rocks floated up into the air.

The very grass and bushes in its immediate surroundings were squashed down into the ground as a great pressure was emitted by it.

Machoke kneeled down to the pile of stuff laying beside its master’s emptied rucksack, taking a Pal Pad from the pile into its hands.

It rose up and met Gyaratoise’s eyes. Its owned reddened with rage.

Machoke bellowed out, a constant shout of fury.

As its entire body began to shine a bright white.

“The fuck is this, dragon ball!?” Gyaratoise mumbled out as the light suddenly dispelled out into a wave of pressure, causing the trees around them to shudder.

Standing before it now was a four-armed, completely enraged, Machamp.

Who stretched its arms out, its muscles Bulking Up, Machamp prepared itself to attack.

Suddenly, the sound of something…falling filled their ears.

A long-winded whistling reached them.

Coming closer…

And closer…

The tension around them was already high, but this one sound gave way enough for everyone to…

Look up.

A small explosion occurred where Machamp stood.

Dust and rocks blasted by Gyaratoise as he tried his best to remain standing, the blast of wind the explosion created was almost sending him flying.

Clouds of dust filled his vision briefly, as through the smokescreen Gyaratoise noticed one thing…

Two things.

Shining bright pink, a set of eyes stared coldly at him with an alien gaze.

As he then momentarily switched his attention to watching a very distraught Goldie flailing and flopping away from the dust, screaming at the top of her fishy lungs.

The dust slowly cleared away, revealing that standing over the body of an unconscious Machamp…

Was Mewtwo.

“Yo jackass you ruined his goku moment just saiyan!” Gyaratoise grumbled.