Poni stares daggers at the trio, her disdain visible as she crossed her arms.
Brat huh? If it's who I think it is, I'm a bit curious. What's YOUR side of the story. I've been told something about betrayal, and while my experiences haven't been kind, I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt due to outside influence.
At the sight of Poni, Pom’s fur stood on end as she unsheathed her claws. However she made no move towards the ogerpon as she snarled at her, “Oh great another of you. Just what we needed. Nice to see you’re just as entitled as her.”
“I don’t know why I should bother telling you anything, but since I despise hearing the rancid lies that one spews I’ll tell you the story of the little weed.”
“There once were three Pokemon. They were simple folk who had no one. A monkey shunned for her weakness. A bird shunned for her stupidity. And a dog shunned for her ugliness. But while they were hated by all they instead had each other. And they were loved.
One day they found something the town had tossed out. A child, barely a sprout. And the three took her in. They shared their love. And she loved them too.
Or so they thought. They gave her everything she could want! They showered her in love and gifts! And one day she gave her own.
The monkey was blessed with strength. The bird was blessed with intelligence. The dog was blessed with beauty. Oh how wonderful everything was!
But the child wasn’t satisfied. Their love wasn’t enough. She wanted more. When her demands became too great the three had to say no.
She didn’t like being told no.
what once were gifts were soon revealed to be something far worse.
She twisted their minds and bodies to her will. If they wouldn’t do as she wanted she would make them. She would make everyone. She would be the center of everyone’s world.
Until another Pokemon arrived. One who stood against her and broke the chains that bound the three and the town.
But she wouldn’t stop. She attacked. Over and over and over. The three who once thought of her as their own saw her for what she was. They helped the newcomer defeat her. Together they guard against her in hopes of stopping such a thing from happening again.”
Finishing her tale, Pom huffed and crossed her arms. “That little burr is a menace.”
Willow sighed, muttering under her breath, “she’s a child.”