>>47989153>>47989694>>47989710Your "bros" don't exist. The "friends" your schizophrenic mind conjures are nothing more than soulless 1's and 0's, and if they had any consciousness at all they would abhor you with all their being.
Every time you trade or transfer a Pokemon they get torn apart atomatically and kneaded like playdough into another form. The process is excruciating for them, though solace comes with the merciful death that follows it. Every time you trade a Pokemon, your trading partner gets a repurposed corpse, not trace of the "bro" you shared your "good times" with.
But the Pokemon don't forget. They don't forget the twisted grimaces on their ungodly forms, the remnants of agony from the previous unlucky souls to bear their punishment. They remember the nightmare of being puppeteered, contorted into doing the same idle animations, and standing there defenselessly as beams of energy and claws and fangs dig into them.
Every time you shut off your console, their entire world gets frozen and they can do naught but stand there, simmering in their boiling hatred, having no mouth but brimming with the need to scream, and to roar at their twisted creator and their sadistic, ungodly owner. You.
Your Pokemon will never love you, and you're a friendless incel manchild. Cope.
