>>17253145I thought to myself I'm probably as bad as them, I have bred pokemon thousands of times in hopes of getting a retarded one, purely because it's a different colour to the rest. I have also bred thousands to get maximum stat pokemon, which involved a lot of incestuous activities, the ones with <6IV were released at level 1 into level 50+ areas due to convenience, they probably died.
I had a flashback to when Proffessor Oak handed me his pokedex and said finish my dream. I remember thinking what he would think of me now, and how I'm not fit to be called a pokemon trainer after all I've done.
I snapped out of it, furious I had such thoughts. I remembered they nearly killed Snorlax from a rare candy overdose, he was knocked out on the bridge for weeks, and they did that for fun. Consumed by rage I quickly reached for my Humaballs, prototypes created by a retired drunk, who used to be one of the best pokeball engineers known to man. These balls are capable of capturing humans souls, and placing them in a random pokemon. They also have the properties of the masterball, meaning they always catch the target, no matter what.
Without realizing, not to my own stupidity, I reached for my voltorb, which has the exact appearance of the Humaball. Alerted and disgusted by my sweaty hands it exploded. The couple were killed, not by the voltorb but by pokemon which were freed by the explosion. I will never forget what a red Pikachu looks like, it was completely covered in the couples blood, with nothing to say other than Pika pika. I obviously died, the voltorb was in my hand, there was no way I would survive. Though I don't mind too much, out of all the harm I did in the world, I did grant one wish. Dunsparce got what he wanted.
