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Bulbasaur was bored.
Ten days fugitive at the derp-pigs island (DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN) who's strong (I MEAN DIS BOTH WAYS PEOPLE! I HAVE A SPOON! I GOT ONE!) farts finally overwhelmed him, and Garchomp still smelled. Anyway, CRASH BOOM! Lightning struck! They both looked around, a panic rising at the unexpected and uninvited storm, but it was clear in the sky, a perfect blue, then why this sudden streak of lightning? Just as they both got their heads back, a ghostly figure appeared, he had white eyes, and no pupils, and he had a sort of aura, quite like a lucario's, but instead of just protecting, it sent telepathy messages and cast a feeling over both of them, and somehow frightingly it made them feel unworthy, and tiny, unimportant in the world. They both felt that they had to bow, and they both did so, being compelled to give the man glory.
Inside Bulbasaur's mind, the real Bulbasaur was trapped in a red plasma cage. He was his own mind, not his body, so he couldn't perform moves even though he tried. He was completely and utterly stuck, trapped in the only remains of his humane mind, his mind main controller in possession of the- thing. He slammed against the bars. Nothing happened. He was a forgotten memory, a mental disturbance left behind.
I was amazed at what notch described to me, that dimension-travelling misfit battling with our mobs, the strong ones no normal minecraftians can see, and the strength of the leaf tornado notch described to me, Herobrine, herobrine, look at this! The filthy git, chattering like a five-year-old. He doesn't normally talk to me, as he imprisoned me in this confounded game, I made an oath I would make this a living hell for players. Anyway, I decided to get that power for myself. I teleported to them and mind-controlled them. There was no escape from that one. He was uterlly trapped. I would let him go soon, all part of my beautiful plan.
He slumped down on the red and purple plasma cage floor it was uselees, I couldn't get out, but suddenly, everything else disappeared with a pop. Extremely puzzled, Bulbasaur took control. Everything was normal. Except for that little thing at the back of his mind, pulling, pulling,…