It was another day in the heat of the desert, how I got here is a mystery, how I will leave is a mystery. As I ventured from my hiding place to find food, the heat’s effect came to me quicker than usual. Already drained of all my energy, a flock of Vullaby and Mandibuzz attacked, their pecks and razor winds being super-effective because of my lack of power. Unable to defend myself, I stay where I lay, halfway between fainted and barely conscious.
As I lie there for what seemed like days, I started hearing voices, and one voice in particular seemed very familiar. With the last of my strength I lifted my head to see who, or what, was the source of the familiar voice and I was surprised by who I saw. The owner of the voice, was none other than Giratina itself. As I slowly faded into unconsciousness, I noticed Giratina flying over to where I lay, after that everything went black.
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Survival of the Poképocalypse (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionIn a land where Pokémon roamed free with no worried, except one, some of the Pokémon were becoming infected with what seems to be an evolved version of the Pokérus virus, which seemed to turn any Pokémon it came in contact with hideous, zombified, m...
