Everything destroyed... the war had been lost... the humans were in control again, bent on punishing the Pokemon for rebelling, enslaving them worse than ever... all hope was lost.
Khufu staggered with pain, his master was beating him, forcing him to work all the hardest, most miserable jobs... a terrible fate for the former General of PR. He wanted to die, but couldn't... nothing could brighten his lonely life.
Khufu's eyes opened, seeing something bright, then snapped wider. Lifting his head, he saw sunlight pouring in through the window. He had fallen asleep planning last night, and no doubt had been worried. The images in his mind disturbed him. Was that a look at destiny?
Whether it was or was not, it didn't matter to Khufu. He had work to do, even if he was becoming obsessive with it. First things first, he needed to find Rumble. The Reuniclus was growing in favour with the rest of PR, something Khufu hated. Everyone was looking to Rumble for assistance, not Khufu. Worse, they looked up to Rumble. Khufu didn't care why, but he somehow hated that... well, that conglomeration of tissues that somehow qualified as a Pokemon. Though he didn't know exactly where to find Rumble, he had a hunch. He's probably out on the routes, killing assorted humans, catching them by surprise, and spying. As usual.
Khufu staggered with pain, his master was beating him, forcing him to work all the hardest, most miserable jobs... a terrible fate for the former General of PR. He wanted to die, but couldn't... nothing could brighten his lonely life.
Khufu's eyes opened, seeing something bright, then snapped wider. Lifting his head, he saw sunlight pouring in through the window. He had fallen asleep planning last night, and no doubt had been worried. The images in his mind disturbed him. Was that a look at destiny?
Whether it was or was not, it didn't matter to Khufu. He had work to do, even if he was becoming obsessive with it. First things first, he needed to find Rumble. The Reuniclus was growing in favour with the rest of PR, something Khufu hated. Everyone was looking to Rumble for assistance, not Khufu. Worse, they looked up to Rumble. Khufu didn't care why, but he somehow hated that... well, that conglomeration of tissues that somehow qualified as a Pokemon. Though he didn't know exactly where to find Rumble, he had a hunch. He's probably out on the routes, killing assorted humans, catching them by surprise, and spying. As usual.