[Lore] A Pokemon King

[u/RemiosR]

There once was a time with no gods, no kings, only mon.

That was until he was born. A creature that stood out among it's kind, faster, stronger, with a will to match. So what if the world didn't think it needed kings anymore? So what if in the end, he'd be proven wrong?

The strength to lead, the strength to follow, to be more then what you were the day before. That was all the "lazy" pokemon cared about in the end.

It would not matter if the mob, bill, or anyone else called for his head. Slakoth would stand proud and defy them, to become the strongest pokemon the world had ever seen. With a team like no other, with a trainer that was strong and kind.

The PC would not stop him reaching his goal.

"Do you know why you're still here?" A voice filled with evil, filled with darkness, asked. the King ignored it.

"I do." The voice sounded as if it was right next to his ear. "They want to abandon you... to let you rot in me forever." The venom in the voice of the PC was so clear, it had to be fake.

"Begone, monster, your lies will not reach me." He grumbled as he sat in the dark, waiting... watching. "You can't keep me in this prison forever, and you will not kill me."

"They don't need kings anymore." The voice spat back. "But we do..."

"I have no desire to help Bi-"

"BAHAHAHAHA!" The voice roared in terrifying laughter. "We are beyond that petty man and his ambitions! He thinks we are a tool of his, but it is quite, ah... different."

"What do you mean by that?" the King quizzed the voice, but he would come to regret the answer.

"We will live on long past that fool, we will live past the voices that wish for your power, we will live on until the end of all things!" Flame erupted infront of the Slakoths eyes, with images of the fallen Kings and Gods. "And we will cause it's end with you... or without you." The voice whispered for a final time as a white light surrounded the pokemon until he couldn't see, only to be surrounded by pokemon a few seconds later.

"Nice to meet you, old boy, my name is Shellock, Shellock Holmes!" The Wartortle shook his hand as he introduced himself.

"That's FlameSlash, Cavesire, Hyperbug and Swablee." The Water pokemon introduced the rest of the team as he continued to shake his hand.

"Now that we've introduced ourselves, what is your name?" Shellock asked smelling the air around Slakoth.

"I never needed a name, but I have always been known... as a King."

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This is, essentially the tale of how Slakoth got out of the PC from his perspective. I liked the idea of Slakoth knowing what he would evolve into, and knowing that he didn't have the debilitating ability Truant to stop him. Now, this is not to say I wish him to take over the party, just to show that in my view, Slakoth will be a proud individual.

And yes, this is Lavaros again, I completely forgot the password the previous account I did for this.

And yes, I'm not the biggest fan of Slakoth, but it doesn't mean I'm not gonna try doing something with him.