Let me tell you a story /shw/
Once upon a time, there was a trainer. Over the course of his travels in Kalos he had encountered many oddly coloured
pokemon.To the point of steadily amassing a collection.
One day, he lost his keys, and so concluded they must have been stolen by a fairy type. Specifically a gold one. so he went in search of the fairy in the safari of friendship,from whence sprung most of his oddest encounters.
He battled hundreds of pokemon, Finding a battalion of off-coloured steel-types along the way, but never the key thief.
After 3 weeks, the trainer's spirits were low, he thought he would never find the sprite that spurned him, so he abandoned his hunting grounds. As a last ditch effort he decided to fight droves of klefki til he found it.
a mere 20 minutes later he regained his keys and got something more important entirely- a release from an unfinished task, as well as a well-earned hatred of THOSE FUCKING METAL MOTHERFUCKING KLEFKI.
It's said that the Pokemon remains with the trainer now, not for the trainers love, but out of his hatred and spite.
tldr; I got my shiny klefki. after 3 weeks. fuck these pokemon
