And the rest of  Cynical_Gage's commission.

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Serp and Bruce were brought into the depths of the prison and into solitary. The daring Zoroark expected it to be some dark dank place with rusted metal doors, leaky pipes and smells that she didn’t want to know the origin of, but the place looked just as well kept as the rest of the prison. The only real difference she noticed was that it was one big cell provided here and it appeared to be airtight save for some vents in the floor and ceiling.

“Well, this place is unexpectedly nice,” Serp commented as one of the cells was opened and both she and Bruce were placed in it.

“It’s nice right now,” the guard told her, but just wait till the Full Incense begins to fill the place. I’ve seen the results many times in the past. Any Pokemon that is put in here is never the same when they come out. You both will be in here for the next three hours, but long before then you’ll know just what I mean.”

“I’ve heard a thing or two about this place,” Serp commented. “I’m not impressed, so by all means, do your worst.”

“This is our worst,” he answered and closed the door. Another guard started to press some buttons and shortly after, Serp saw that the vents in the floor opened and she could hear as some gas was starting to fill the room. Looking back at the guard, he gave a grin and a wave goodbye before taking his leave with the others. When they were gone, Serp tested the door and the glass walls with her claws and brute strength, but nothing would give. She couldn’t even manage to scratch them.

“Nothing,” she said to herself. “So no way for us to escape and once this place fills up with the Full Incense we’ll have no choice but to breath it in. Clever and fiendish. Okay, maybe I’m a bit impressed.”

“Impressed about what?” groaned Bruce finally waking up. “Where am…” He looked around at the room and quickly knew where he was. The tough guy persona he had before faded away as quickly as the color did from his face. “For the love of Arceus, is this really solitary?”

“Hard to say,” replied Serp. “Since we’re here together that doesn’t seem to make this very ‘solitary.’”
“You!” growled Bruce furiously. “I’m in here because of you!”

“Pretty much,” admitted Serp not caring in the least as she started looking around the room. “Now where could it be. Nothing in here besides a glass wall and tiled floors and a ceiling.”

“You’ve doomed us both now,” he said growing angry, the color returning to his face albeit red. “And what are you doing?”

“Looking for a clue to the whereabouts of the Fatmon of Poketraz,” she answered rubbing her chin. “Maybe it’s under one of these tiles.”

“The Fatmon of-” he replied in disbelief. “That’s only a myth! A fairytale to give hope to the Pokemon imprisoned here that there is a way out. The only real escape is to give in and become immobile from obesity. There is no truth to the rumors about him. They are just made up by Pokemon who want to mess with desperate fools and you’ve gone and fallen for the worst one. I don’t care what happens to you, but why did I have to get dragged along for this too?”

“I needed a way down here and a fight was the easiest way,” Serp explained as she discovered a loose floor tile. “You were just the unlucky fool who made an enemy of me when I first arrived. If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself because you were the one who started with me and also the one who put yourself in this prison in the first place.” With some effort, Serp managed to lift up the tile and check it, but found nothing. “Not here.”

“Of course there’s nothing there,” he laughed as anger started to turn to hysteria. “Cause there’s nothing to find. I’m going to enjoy watching as the look of despair comes across your face when you realize you did all this for nothing. That’s my only remaining consolation for all of this. In the end, you’ll realize that in this prison of foolish Pokemon stuffing their faces, that the biggest, fattest fool among them is you.”

“You’d best keep your mouth shut,” hissed Serp working on another loose tile. “If you keep your big pie hole open too much the Full Incense will get to you in no time.”

“Ugh,” Bruce groaned realizing Serp had a point. The gas had been filling the room for a bit now and though they couldn’t see it, the could smell it and it made it feel like it was already filling every inch of the room. Bruce felt a rumble in his stomach and felt worried that it was already working. Fearfully, he covered his mouth with all four of his hands. Serp snickered at the mighty Machamp’s terror-stricken face as she kept on searching.

Time passed as Serp continued her search and with no clock present in the room it was impossible to tell exactly how long it had been or how long they still had. Doing her best to limit her breathing to decrease the effects of the Full Incense, Serp wasn’t sure just how much that was helping as her stomach grumbled with hunger. She didn’t know if it was the gas or just because it had been a while since she last ate. Either way, she searched around the room once more after dozens of time before attempting to find a tile she might have missed on previous searches or to check under one she had already for something she might have overlooked.

“So… hungry…” groaned Bruce looking in worse shape than her. “Need… food… Must… eat…”

“Looks the only thing you’ll be lifting from now on is greasy, fattening foods to your maw,” Serp stated as she found a tile she had somehow missed. “Come on, this must be it. The clue I need has got to be here.” Lifting up the tile, Serp’s heart stopped when she saw some writing scratched into the floor. “This is it! This is what I’ve been looking for. A clue to the Fatmon.” Frantically, Serp read over what was written.


Don’t bother asking for leftovers. We never have any.


In that instant, Serp’s hope shattered. “Th-that’s it,” she said starting to hyperventilate. She knew that was a terrible thing to do as the Full Incense was entering into her body with each inhale, but she couldn’t calm down.

“All for nothing,” she said feeling her spirit breaking. “Everything I’ve tried to do to escape has all been for nothing.”

Suddenly, the vents on the floor were sealed and the ones on the ceiling opened as began to empty the room of the Full Incense. Turning to the glass wall, Serp saw that the guards had returned to take them back to their original cells.

“Now that wasn’t so bad?” asked the guard. “Or was it?” He took a look as a couple other guards helped Bruce up, he was weakly moaning for food. He then turned to look at Serp. Her stomach was growling, but she didn’t seem to notice herself. “Not feeling so cocky now, huh? Well, you look plenty empty inside now. How about we go take you to fill you up with lots and lots of fattening foods.”

With no resistance, Serp followed the guards to the cafeteria. With the same defeated look on her face, Serp loaded up her plate with food as her stomach demanded of her. She took her seat and started to stuff her face. In her depressed state, the food tasted even better than it usually did and compelled her to devour more and so she did. Tray after towering tray of food, she devoured it all finding it as the only comfort she could now have. Nearby she could hear similar sounds from Bruce as he was also stuffing himself silly with tons of other Pokemon gathered around him.

“More!” he ordered using all four arms to shove food into his mouth and start adding more pudge to the well-maintained gut of his.

“Even like this he’s still bossing us around,” one Pokemon joked.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to be his medicine ball anymore,” the Floatzel said with relief. “That always made me feel sick. Feeding him is a lot easier on me.”

“What are you oafs waiting for!” Bruce belched. “Don’t you hear my growling stomach! I need to eat.”

“It’s coming,” they told him. “Don’t let your soon-to-be fat ass get a wedgie in it.”

Turning back to her own plate of food and then to her gut, Serp could already see new fat was starting to appear. Even so, she didn’t care. Thoughts about escaping and getting out early were fading from her mind. Between the hopeless realization that there was no way to escape and her hunger stimulated further by the Full Incense, the little glimmer of hope that remained with her was that her sentence was only to last for a year if her friends were not able to get her out sooner.

“Till then,” she said to herself. “I’ll just wait and eat.”


“S-Serp? Is that you?” Roarke asked greatly surprised upon seeing her. It had been a few weeks since she had been to solitary but the effects had been quite apparent as her gut hung down over her knees and blubber was draped down her like she was wearing an extremely poofy coat.

“Yes it is,” she answered taking a seat causing the metal chair to groan and creak against her weight. There was very little spirit in her voice that was muffled by food she was stuffing into her maw as they conversed.

“What in the world happened to you?” he cried shocked that she wasn’t going ballistic, knowing that she was hardly the battler she once was in her current condition. “You’re gotten so freaking fat! What’s come over you?”

“I was hungry,” she answered. He heard a bit of her old self still in there, but it was buried deep beneath all that obesity. Serp seemed so empty to Roarke now, as empty as all the calories she was shoving down her gullet.

“Uh, heh, okay,” Roarke replied trembling. “Um, how have things been going… you know besides you eating your weight in food.”

“My roommate, Tootsie got out,” she explained.

“Oh, well that’s good news,” he said relieved to hear something positive to steer the conversation in. “What happened? Did she get paroled or maybe just finished her sentence?”

“She ate herself to immobility,” Serp answered.

“She did what?” asked Roarke suddenly going pale not liking where this seemed to be going.

“A little while back she met with her boyfriend and he broke up with her,” she explained. “After that, Tootsie just had no reason to be hopeful. She started to binge till her ass couldn’t fit in the jail and she was lifted to freedom. Now I got my cell all to myself.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “Are you trying to get out by doing the same? That isn’t like you, Serp. You’d rather die fighting than surrender. Has prison been that hard on you?”

“I haven’t changed,” she explained. “I’m just facing the reality that I’ve been benched and all I can do is wait for my sentence to end or if you can get me out of here sooner. By the way, how is that going?”

“It was actually why I came in to see you today,” he admitted. “Remember when I told you that doing so might not be such a good idea cause it might make them aware of more of what you did?”

“I believe you did,” she acknowledged. “So, they did?”

“They did and it seems that your sentence will be extended rather than shortened like we had hoped it’d be,” he told her finding it extremely difficult to tell her this.

“How long will I be in here for?” she asked not showing any anger, sadness, or any emotion that Roarke could tell just how she was taking this news.

“Ten years,” he explained. “At the very least. But if they keep on digging you might be faced with life. By the way things look now, you might be better off finding an alternative means of getting out.”

“There is no other way out,” she told him solemnly. “The Fatmon of Poketraz doesn’t exist.”
“The whatmon of what?” asked Roarke confused. “Who is that?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she told him. “The only way I’ll be able to get out of here is to give in and allow myself to become immobile. That will happen inevitably whether I want it to or not, but I’ll be in no shape to battle after that. That is not something I would want to happen. That leaves me with only one choice.”

“Serp, you don’t sound like yourself,” Roarke told her getting very worried. “You aren’t thinking of doing something stupid, are you?”

“Goodbye,” she replied solemnly getting up from her seat letting it creak with relief after getting bent from her weight. “It is time for lunch.”

“Don’t go!” cried Roarke banging his fists on the plexiglass. “Serp! Get back here! Serp!!!”

Serp didn’t answer. Silently waddling away, she made her way straight to the cafeteria. Along the way, Serp saw Bruce the Machamp looking fat and happy as he became another one of Gengar’s feedees as he eagerly munched on another thick, greasy burger and was drooling in delight for more. Any sign of muscle that once remained on the multi-armed Pokemon was smoothed and covered over by layers of blubber. He didn’t seem to mind this in the least after his exposure to the Full Incense.

“A shame I couldn’t become an ignorantly blissful blob in the making,” sighed Serp rubbing her gut and giving the fat a grope. “I must not have breathed in enough of the gas or my will is simply too strong. If this hadn’t been the case… maybe… maybe it wouldn’t have to end like this.”

Entering into the cafeteria, it was already packed with lots of other Pokemon busily stuffing their faces. Going in line, Serp grabbed a tray and placed it in front of the Decidueye cafeteria worker. “Fill it up,” she told him to which he did without needing to be told. He didn’t speak to her as per usual, but he did watch her as she took her tray to one of the tables in the middle. He stopped looking when the next Pokemon in line got his attention to fill his tray up with food and he returned his focus to his work.

Squeezing her blubbery ass between a couple of equally obese cheeks, Serp took her seat and stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into her maw and took a moment to savor the taste and enjoy it. She ate a decent portion of the food and then held her fork up and looked at it quietly. Her muscles tightened all over her body and she couldn’t keep from trembling. Then little by little, her fingers loosened till the fork slipped free and clanged on the table and bounced onto the floor to clatter some more. The sound was heard throughout the room and quickly silenced all the eating. Everyone turned to Serp who just sat in her seat to wait. The fat Pokemon all around her started to get up and grab her, pinning her to the table like before and beginning to stuff food into her maw.

“Eat! Eat! Eat!” the Pokemon around her chanted and Serp did so without resisting. All the food around Serp was finding its way down her throat and being crammed into her ever expanding belly forcing it to stretch bigger and wider.

“More…” moaned Serp feeling her stomach feel fit to bursting, but she didn’t care. She wanted to just keep getting fed and keep on eating. She just wanted to keep going until it was all over. It was all that she could think to do.

“Eat! Eat! Eat!” the chanting continued as more food was carried to Serp, the Pokemon seeing no reason to stop while Serp wasn’t showing any signs of needing to stop and she just kept on opening her maw for more whenever there was a pause in the feeding. While they fed her, some of Pokemon pressed against her hard, stuffed belly as they leaned to reach her maw, adding more pressure to her gut that was already excruciatingly painful, but she ignored it to keep eating. Even as she felt so stuffed her body was going numb she kept eating. Even as her consciousness faded she kept eating.

“That’s enough!” shouted the Decidueye as he pushed his way through the Pokemon to get to Serp. When he reached the ones feeding Serp, he shoved them away too and looked down at Serp, barely awake and looked on the verge of bursting. Carefully, he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. None of the other Pokemon tried to stop him as he did this. They were all too stunned to see him act so forceful or do anything but fill their trays up with food.
“Wha… what’s going on?” wondered Serp before losing consciousness.


A short while later, Serp awoke. The pain in her stomach had subsided and in its place she could feel a far fatter, softer, and rounder belly. Rubbing it, she was glad it didn’t hurt anymore, but at the same time she was disappointed that things didn’t turn out the way she hoped. “What happened?”

“You almost got stuffed to the point of busting,” the Decidueye replied as he was washing some trays from an overwhelmingly tall stack of them. “I saved you.”

“That was unexpectedly heroic of you to do,” Serp commented. “But did it occur to you that I may have wanted that?”

“Yes,” he answered. “That’s why I saved you. It seemed like such a waste to let you lose to this place too.”

“Like all the other fat Pokemon around here?” she asked. “All content to just stuff their faces and drown in gluttony.”

“No, like me,” he answered. “Defeated and waiting for the end to come. The only question is, do we want it sooner or later.”

“Well, why delay it then?” she asked. “Why would I want to delay the inevitable.”

“This is a good point, but you shouldn’t be so quick to give up,” he told her. “Don’t you have friends and family waiting for you on the other side?”

“I do, but it will be a long time before they will see me again and there is no guarantee that they will wait for me. Very little, in fact, with how fat I’ll end up by then.” Serp’s stomach let out a rumble. “And even after eating so much my stomach is already begging for more food. That darn, Full Incense keeps making me hungry all over again.”

“You’re hungry?” the Decidueye replied rubbing the feathers on his chins. “Well, don’t bother asking for leftovers. We never have any.”

“Like I’d want to pack on any more pu-” Serp began to say but her words started to trail off as she turned and looked at Decidueye like she was looking at a ghost. “W- what did you just say?”

“What I just said?” he asked confused.

“About leftovers,” she replied shaking a bit with eagerness.

“Don’t bother asking for leftovers,” he started to say.

“We never have any,” finished Serp. “That’s what was written under the tile in solitary. It really was a clue that pointed to the kitchen. The Fatmon of Poketraz was in the kitchen all this time. The Fatmon is… is you?”

“The Fatmon of Poketraz is just a legend,” the Decidueye said. “It only came about when the possibility of a way out of here came into being. That’s all there is to it. But that being said, I was the one to discover that one way out.”

“So, then you are the Fatmon of Poketraz, in a way,” Serp stated. “Though you are hardly as fat as most of the other Pokemon around here.”

“It helps to be the one serving the food,” he commented with a chuckle. “I’ve managed to survive virtually unnoticed working in the cafeteria here.”

“Can you just skip ahead to the way out of here,” Serp cut him off growing impatient after getting such a huge stroke of luck.

“I was getting to it,” he told her. “Even the guards around here lowered their defenses around me and let me enter the back parts of the kitchen where all the scraps of food and other trash is disposed of. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it, but the place was empty for the most part, save a couple of guards that could hardly keep an eye on the entire area at once. Even for a fat Pokemon like us, it would be possible to sneak through there and get out of via the garbage shoot. Timed right when the trash truck arrives, one could make a clean getaway, heh, in a matter of speaking.”

“Then I can use that to escape,” she replied.

“You’ll still need luck to make it out and on top of that there is lots of tempting foods back there that could be considered traps to stop fatties from making it all the way. Can you make it all the way through that by yourself? If you fail, you won’t be able to get another chance. Once the guards become aware of this gap in security they’ll strengthen it to ensure it can’t be used again. Even if you manage to escape it won’t take long for them to figure out you are missing and strengthen security everywhere anyway. In truth, this might really be a one time use exit.”

“I won’t blow this opportunity,” Serp stated confidently. “You should come with me. We can escape together.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass on that,” he explained. “There is nothing out there for me. Not anymore.”

“I wouldn’t normally care to hear a sob story, but you’ve been more of a help to me than anyone else in a good, long while. “If you got something to get off your moobs you can tell me.”

“Well, back when I discovered this way out I had a friend who ended up in here with me. We planned to escape together and we were all set to go when tragedy struck. He got in the middle of a scuffle caused by some new prisoners and everyone involved was thrown into solitary, him included. When he came out, the Full Incense had a terribly powerful effect on him. He became lost in his gluttony like many other Pokemon and couldn’t stop stuffing his face till he ended up in a food coma. He was airlifted away to a hospital to recover and I remained here so I could find out about his condition. Even after all this time he still hasn’t come out of it. He was the only one I had worth leaving this place for and even if I did make it out of here now, I’d still be wanted and unable to get close enough to see him. So, I gave up escaping. That was also when the rumors of the Fatmon of Poketraz started. My friend belched out stuff about our escape, enough to get the rumors started. I think he was also the one who wrote that clue in solitary. He was one who enjoyed leaving cryptic clues around whenever he gets into mischief.”

“Then I have him to thank as well,” Serp replied. “Now, about me escaping.”

“You happen to be in luck because a garbage truck is scheduled to come in just a little while. If there were ever a time to get out of here, now would be it. Follow me,” the Decidueye said before hushing her growling stomach. “And keep that gut quiet. It is making too much noise and you can’t take any chances.”

“I’ll try, but you know how it is with every fatty here,” she reminded him. “Our stomach’s can’t go very long without food in them and the night is a symphony of stomach grumbling.”

“Beats hearing the Kricketot’s chirping at night,” he replied enjoying their little back and forth and felt a bit disappointed when they reached the doors to the back of the kitchen. He then took out a key and unlocked it. “Well, take care.”

“You too,” she replied waddling through the doors.

“Mind if I ask what you did to end up in here?” he asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” she answered with a grin. “And yourself.”

“Same,” he told her. “Absolutely nothing.” He closed the door and locked it, leaving it all up to Serp.


The back kitchen area was dimly lit now that it was after hours, but Serp could smell lots of food cooking, being prepared for the day to come. Fortunately, it was all automated so there were no chefs around to see Serp sneaking around trying to find her way to the trash chute.

“Oh,” groaned Serp as her stomach kept on rumbling. “All this food… ugh… smells sooo… good… Can’t restrain my hunger.” Chewing on her tongue as she tried to waddle her fat, meaty thighs forward, Serp desperately tried to make her way out before anyone heard her stomach gurgles or she lost out to her hunger and started to binge.

“Did you hear something?” a guard said, his footsteps sounding frightfully close.

“I think it came from over here,” the other one said and they made their way closer to Serp’s location.

“No,” she thought frantically. “I can’t be caught. Not now!”

Moving faster, causing her fat gut to sway and bounce haphazardly, Serp traded stealth for more speed hoping it’d help keep the guards off her tail, but as he belly swayed from side to side it suddenly collided with a cart of pots and pans and knocked it all on the ground and caused a loud racket.

“That was definitely something!” the first guard said and the two hurried to the source of the sound.

“Whoever is there, you’re in big trouble!” shouted the second guard and Serp took off with all the might her fat frame could muster. She gave up on any ideas of being stealthy and knocked over anything in her way without a single care for how much noise she was making. All that mattered was getting out and the trash chute was finally in sight.

“I made it,” she breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m going to get out of here!”

“Halt!” snapped one of the guards suddenly appearing in between her and the trash chute. “You aren’t getting away!”

“No! ”cried Serp. “I was there! I was almost there!” Changing direction, Serp hoped to find a way around, but no matter which path she took, the guards were closing in and pushing her into a corner. Soon she was by a soft serve machine and right behind her were the two guards. There was a small, barred window nearby and Serp could see the trash truck reach the front gate. There wasn’t much time left till her window of escape was closed, but she knew in her current, obese, condition that there was no way she could force her way through.

“I don’t know how you made it over here,” one of the guards told Serp. “But you are going to be taken to your cell and tomorrow you’ll be greatly punished for this escape attempt. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Uh… as a matter of fact,” answered Serp thinking on her feet. “I’m hungry.” Grabbing a hose connected to the soft serve machine, she put it in her maw and started the flow. Immediately, the ice cream flowed into her maw and Serp gulped it down where her empty stomach was eager to have it. Several gulps in and her belly was already starting to show signs of bulging.

“Heheh, looks like our escapee just came looking for a midnight snack,” joked one of the guards.

“Well, go on piggy,” teased the other. “You can have your ice cream, but then we’re taking you to bed. We may even keep quiet about this if you let us grope you on the way back. You just better be grateful that we’re in such a generous mood.”

Serp paid them no mind as she kept chugging down the ice cream, keeping the hose in place with one hand and rubbing and feeling her expanding gut with the other. As she became used to the flow of the ice cream, she adjusted the flow to make it come out faster and hasten her stuffing.

“Wow, such a fat hog!” they laughed watching her gut hang down to close to the ground and get wider and bulge our further forward. “I usually don’t get to see the prisoners fatten up like this, but this one’s giving us a show.”

“Yeah, just look at her go,” agreed the other. “Looks like she’s fattening up really quick. This stuff is that high cal ice cream, right? Most just get it by the bowlful, but I don’t think it’s ever been drank straight from the tap like this. She must have put on nearly fifty pounds of blubber just from what she’s drank so far.”

Turning up the flow even more, Serp kept drinking faster and faster. She could feel the calories spreading all over her body. She could feel her fat frame swelling bigger and heavier as the ice cream began to digest and quickly plump her up. “Need more! Faster! They won’t stand idly by for long.”

“Uh, how much are we going to let her drink?” one of the guards commented after having watched her for several minutes. It had been a fun show, but after seeing her get increasingly fatter to the point her gut was down to the floor and spreading out like rising dough, they were growing nervous. “She’s getting really fat fast. Might be time to stop her and bring her to bed.”

“Yeah, while we can still move her there. If she gets much fatter she’ll be too big to fit through the doors and we’ll be the ones in trouble when our superiors discover that we allowed a prisoner to pig out after hours.”

“Okay, you overgrazing heffer. That’s more than enough. Time to leave the pasture and go to the barn for some shut eye.”

Serp didn’t answer them with words, but gave them a retort by aiming the hose at them and blasting the both back with the force of the high-pressured ice cream hose. After knocking them off their feet, she went back to stuffing her face and soon found her body too heavy to be held up by her legs. Her fat continued to swell bigger, rounding her whole body out and making her feel her flesh tighten and strain as it felt like she was nearing the limits of how much obesity she could hold.

“Uh, this is just great,” one of the guards groaned. “We’ll be all wet and sticky for the rest of our shifts.”

“We’ll be dead meat afterwards if we don’t stop that!” the other one cried staring at Serp, her whole body thick with flab from her massive gut to her enormous rear, to her overwhelming breasts and all the way down to her pudgy little toes.

“Do we even have prisoners that big?”

“We do, but they didn’t put on weight this crazy. Their bodies were able to adjust to handle so much obesity bit by bit, but there’s no way she can contain it. She’ll pop in one big, disgusting mess!”

“It’s working,” Serp said to herself frantically chugging for all she was worth. “Just a bit more…”

“No matter what! We have to stop her!”

“Get that hose away from her!”

Rushing her together, the guards desperately tried reaching for the hose, but Serp’s increased size and blobbiness made her harder to stop. They couldn’t reach the hose from her maw without climbing onto that massive belly of her’s. Their efforts to even try only resulted in failure as she shook them off her while she continued to chug down the ice cream.

“W-w-we can’t stop her! She won’t let go of that hose. You don’t think she’s planning to do what I think she’s planning, do you?”

“Uh, hard to say,” the other one replied before seeing soft serve flowing out the gap in Serp’s maw and her body quivering like it was about to burst. “I think she is! She’s trying to eat till she bursts!”

“We have to stop her now! We can’t let her do this!”

“Gulpgulpgulp!” chugged Serp with all the might she could muster. “Too late to stop it. Here it comes!”


“We are all here today to mourn the loss of a dear friend and beloved comrade, Serp the Zoroark,” spoke the Alakazam priest as he read a eulogy in the memory of Serp by her gravestone. Sitting before him were all of Serp’s teammates as well as Thomas, her training. They were in tears as they couldn’t help but think sadly for the loss of someone so close to them. “She shall be fondly remembered as a fierce battler, a courageous ally, a true friend. Though she has been taken from us well before her time, let us cherish what time we have had with her and keep the memory of her alive in our hearts and may Arceus look over her soul for all eternity.”

With his speech finished, Thomas and the others went up to pay their last respects by Serp’s grave. Roarke remained at the back, waiting for the others to finish before he went up.

“And I never even got the chance to hug her goodbye, nyo~” sobbed Adena the Goodra.

“You know she’s never allowed you to hug her,” Zoe the Delphox reminded her. “She was never the huggy type.”

“I know that,” she cried harder. “And now I never will get to hug her!”

“She was a big pain to us,” Eirin the Miltank stated. “And she did try and get us all benched in that scheme that one time. For all we know everything that’s happened to her was just divine punishment. Still, she was one of us and I will miss her too.”

“We should probably take our mourning somewhere else,” suggested Jerry the Hawlucha. “All this frowning is only going to give us wrinkles and stretch marks on our faces. We should go gather some tissues with aloe and resume grieving in a less tear jerking manner.”

“Serp always did hate your need to always be neat and clean,” Zoe told him.

“What better way for me to honor her memory,” he pointed out. “She did always seem to hate things more often than like them. She probably would be happy that we remember her so fondly from that, if nothing else, right?”

“Everyone!” commanded Thomas. “Time to meet with the lawyer. We still have a few things about Serp we need to go over with them.”

“You coming?” asked Zoe to Roarke as everyone else started to follow Thomas towards the main building of the funeral home. “We’ve got to meet with the lawyer about Serp’s will.”

“You all go ahead,” Roarke told them. “There’s something I wanna do. I’ll meet up with you all later.” He waved bye to them and then walked up to the Alakazam. “That was a beautiful eulogy you read, Father Alakazam.”

“Thank you,” he answered. “Oh, and you can call me Murry.”

“Okay, uh, Murry,” smiled Roarke. “It was nice and all, but to be honest, I don’t think it was very accurate to who Serp really was.”

“Is that so?” he said scratching his head with one of his spoons.

“Serp wasn’t truly the nicest of Pokemon and I can hardly say she was always a great ally. You were right that she was a strong Pokemon but she did like to hog the spotlight and be the best. If she had her way the rest of us would be benched and she’d fight the entire world on her own and stand atop a mountain of defeated opponents and shout something like ‘Arceus has got nothing on me!’ Or something like that.”

“She sounds like she was quite something,” chuckled Murry. “Still, such a shame for her passing. I heard it was a terrible way to go too.”

“Very terrible,” the Lucario agreed. “There was melted ice cream everywhere. Apparently it was such a mess they couldn’t find any trace or her and it’s assumed she was cleaned up with the mess. That hole in the ground is pretty much a carton of ice cream.”

“I can only imagine how furious you are upon seeing what that place did to her.”

“Yeah, but Serp was the one who won out in the end,” he explained. “Poketraz got hit by such a lawsuit for what happened to Serp and dozens of other prisoners stepping forward to press charges if their own that the place got shut down. Many of the prisoners had their sentences dropped completely while others got moved other jails with less fattening rehabilitation. That place is almost history now.”

“What do you mean, ‘almost?’” Murry pondered curiously.

“Seems there are plenty of Pokemon that enjoy getting fat including some of the prisoners who were there. Now it is undergoing changes to go from a prison to a fat camp or something though with the emphasis on gaining weight rather than losing it. I think a Gengar is the one leading the renovations.”

“Heh, is that so?” chuckled Murry. “Well, it is always nice to find a silver lining in a dark cloud. Well, if that is all, I must be off. Remember, Arceus is love.”

“By the way, Serp’s sentence got dropped too,” added Roarke. “So in death she became free in more ways than one.”

“Now you tell me this!” snapped Murry sounding annoyed. “Faking my death was bad enough, but I went through all this to get close to you and the others. I even had to hug Adena to not give myself away and now you tell me I’m not on the Mareep!”

“Hi, Serp,” grinned Roarke.

“You knew it was me, you ass!” she hissed and morphed back to normal, albeit Snorlax-sized. “How long have you known?”

“I had my suspicions,” he admitted. “You had quite a big aura for an Alakazam and I had my doubts that you’d die so easily.”

“Of course. I’m not a weakling. So, I really am free now?” she asked wanting to be sure. “You aren’t just pulling my leg now.”

“Yes, you’re free as a Pidgey,” he told her. “So, ready to go show the others?”

“Not quite yet,” she answered. “I’ve got at least five tons to shed before I want anyone to see me.”

“How about we go grab a bite to eat then?” suggested Roarke. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” she answered giving her stomach a rub.