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Hackazam harnessed the power of hacks!
Hackazam used Fissure!
Alolan Raichu, once levitating in the air, suddenly was affected by gravity and fell into the fissure.
 
Don't let all those dog fanatics deceive you, Boltund is a maleficent hellhound and a murderer with no regards to the empathy and love of others. Not only did its body count reach to a billion in digits, but, through a complicated process that ends with multiple poor Pokemon framed, it instigated an incident that compelled the Galarian government to seal off the region against the rest of the world. Each day, it accumulates the bones of those unfortunate enough to meet its slobbering, static-inducing jaws. And once its done, it digs straight into an abandoned, expansive sewer complex that it claimed as its territory through a killing spree. There, it works to craft the bones of the slain into ghastly furniture, knives, powder, and other objects to its grimy heart's content, and sells it off to the black market, while also bothering to hunt down and erase anything it deems a 'witness'. Whenever a creature falls underneath the holes that this malevolent hound forms, they're never seen again; and those that do find even a trace of their former acquaintance is soon to be spirited away as well. Whenever it goes over to its owner; or more accurately, an unsuspecting slave, it gleefully either hides away the bodies in innocuous spots, then continues to pretend to be a carefree, loving dog. It never settles with just one owner; as said pawn usually never lives to see the light of day once the inevitable reveal happens. And it does all this whilst erupting with ear-splitting laughter.

Having been adopted by a nerdy Ralts obsessed to death with parallel universes, it jumped with joy as it enters a huge mansion; one that apparently has a basement that goes about six-feet under. It skipped around the halls, its mind wandered in their subconscious as its mind continued to weave the imagery of the many ways it could end this Ralts's life... as it sees a bunch of Yamper spying on it, before vanishing. Drool poured out of the ecstatic pooch as it went straight into the pitch-dark closet that those Yamper were peering out of in hopes of having its own special fun... unaware that its Ralts owner was behind it, holding a gigantic tranquilizer needle...

...the horrid pooch woke up to find itself tied with indestructible iron chains from tail to neck, as it beheld a menacing altar with gargoyles, grotesques, and peculiar stained glasses featuring deities that resembled tentacled aberrations with membraned wings. It then looked at the floor; it layed at the very center of an elaborately painted pentagram that shimmered in an otherworldly glow. And from the cold, darkness came the Yamper... hundreds of them, all as the Ralts approached the pentagram garbed in ceremonial robes and reading a peculiar book. Boltund howled in horror upon witnessing the Groundium-Z that the Ralts held on her palm, and whimpered pathetically as the scarlet-red pentagram began to shimmer. But there was no sympathy; Ralts and the Yamper family had long known of this yellow-furred abomination's true desires and ambitions. The Yamper family were especially disappointed by the fact that Boltund gave up on its job: which is to pick up and repair lost Poke Balls like a good dog. The disgrunted dogs all barked out:
"BURN THE POOCH. CUT ITS THROAT. SEND IT TO OLD SCRATCH."
...in dog language. The Ralts herself then spoke in an indescribable language, causing the Groundium-Z and the pentagram to echo with the voices of monstrous entities. The Boltund can only howl out one last time before a star-shaped fissure broke out of the pentagram and the Boltund descended into the depths. The Ralts, in a flash of Alolan energy, tackles the Boltund and sends it deep into the earth's surface; Tectonic Rage. (The Ralts has Mud Slap) But rather than ending straight onto the explosive core, the Boltunds' "journey" to the deep continued further... until the Boltund now descends in to the fiery bowels of hell itself. There, as it uncontrollably falls closer and closer into the pit, it eventually crashed into a titanic lava-red hand. The Ralts then teleports away as the demonic fist crushed the Boltund and held it prisoner. Now, the Boltund can neither cry for help nor attempt any escape with its body as the monstrous arm of judgment drags it to the unmeasurable depths of madness; where it will only ever be able to weep and gnash its teeth...

Afterwards, as the fissure magically dissipates away alongside the gaping crater that the Boltund departed into, the Ralts and the expansive litter of Yamper celebrated. Confetti, fireworks, and a blaring performance of 'Gusty Garden Galaxy' erupted all over the subterranean cathedral basement. The Ralts treated herself to reading Toilet Bound Hanako-kun whilst resting on the massive, comfy dog bed that Boltund brought when it was 'adopted'.
 
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Hackazam harnessed the power of chaos!
Hackazam used behemoth blade!
 
It would be an unrealistic delusion to assume that Hackazam is a badass among Pokemon. Along with the fact that they don't fight fair, they have a crippling lack of maturity that makes them incredibly insecure and prone to making decisions that screw over the people they're acquainted with, and even with how much they boast about their superiority through the 'power of chaos' (thereby getting a lawsuit from some jester), they secretly don't actually enjoy the reputation they earned from the extents of Action Replay magic they conduct to appease to their fanbase of young teenagers who derive amusement from being overpowered. On top of their sibling's accidental murder from a tragic incident in the auction house, which made all the counseling that Hackazam gave to Alakazam after the latter's divorce all for naught; their parent Kadabra had been sued by Uri Geller and was forced to retire from their career, and their other sibling Abra left them on a tragic note because Abra's atheism clashed against their devoutly Catholic household. Today, Hackazam nearly avoided getting hit by the banhammer and thus getting incarcerated by bribing the Porygon2, but were promptly warned that any further offense would enforce punishment that will torment Hackazam for as long as they'll live; they even blew up Hackazam's house and belongings in order to ensure that Hackazam's sources for cheating are gone.

So, in an attempt to clean up their act, Hackazam applied for a job at Build-a-Bear Workshop; one that was built at the site where the auction house was once built in, no less. Although they don't get along with children as much as they do with teens, they put their heart at work building stuffed ursine plushies, even in spite of how clumsy said work is. There have been over thirteen cases of bears exploding into cotton due to Hackazam's clumsy work, and they nearly got a pink slip in the first day because they had such a sailor mouth that more than a few families left empty-handed out of disgust. But despite their tribulations, they were able to make a decent pay out of their nine-hour job. The only problem is that in an attempt to move past a life of drinking, they went cold turkey, which partly fuels their frenzied, argumentative attitude, and it doesn't help that other Pokemon still harass Hackazam for their history as an obnoxiously unscrupulous gamer who sees no issue cheating on online competitions.

But everything turned to dust one fateful night. One Sunday, they ended up having a heated argument with a Misdreavus over who to ship Donkey Kong with. Eventually, it got to the point where the Misdreavus, out of instinctive rage, smacked Hackazam with a pathetic Astonish. Although this made Hackazam snap, they were able to restrain themself into expressing their anger through violent ranting that ended up devolving into rapturous gibberish. The Misdreavus was befuddled by this, but used this to their advantage by loudly accusing the Hackazam of using the move Chatter. Suddenly, loud sirens blared across the streets; and a horde of Porygon2 closed in on the accused Hackazam. The Hackazam screamed in fright as the Porygon2 enclosed the unfairly arrested Hackazam with a telepathic prism out of data, before both teleported away in a pillar of light.

Poor Hackazam was dragged into an asylum founded on the moon. As they got a painful microchip on their forehead that prevents them from using any moves whatsoever, and confined to a straitjacket for good measure, they were helplessly thrown into a dimly lit room; where the only light source was a flickering lightbulb. The two Porygon2 that incarcerated the PSI high-fived each other with their blue limbs as the door shuts by itself. The Hackazam was frightened by their barely-lit, ominously barren surroundings, but it took until the sight of the remains of ripped bears on the floor that the Hackazam, overwhelmed by a horrid revelation, became drenched in sweat and tears. The bears flashed horrid grins that turned into gold zippers, and thus shed their ursine appearances, becoming vengeful Banette. They all charged at the immobile PSI...

....and for months... the asylum in an otherwise remote, noiseless world echoed with unending screams of agony.
 
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Arceus, after having their religion decline in favor for a "New Testament" established from the influx of a pantheon that consisted of stronger, statistically-superior Pokemon, decided that the only way to live through life now is to be "born again" in their own way. They wanted to humble themself after aeons of being revered as a deity of creation and elementals incarnate, and wanted to atone for unintentionally portraying the image of a perpetually dormant overseer by their non-believers by proving that they are a capable deity who could use their arsenal of abilities for a more productive and beneficial cause.

...and as depreciating and unsanitary as janitorial service is; anything more aggrandizing like a marketing speculator would cause even more former followers to demonize the quadruped deity. They already had to deal with apocalypse theorists condemning and/or acting obsequious after an Alakazam, amidst a trance from a First Impression, prophesized that there'll be a rapture that awaits all of humanity and Pokemon alike; and thus they felt that the only way to prove their modesty, even if they could utilize their potential to something more grander. Because of their inefficiency at the job, however, they had to be chaperoned by many other Pokemon. So, for this day, they had to have their nominal superiors: Ralts, Abra, and a Clefairy. It is a surreal sight, seeing a deity being patronized by what could only described as feeble beings of their creation, but stranger things have happened in this world, haven't they?

...and indeed, Arceus in hindsight could've trained up their once indomitable body, as one fine day cleaning the sewers turned to a nightmare. Suddenly, pipes became clogged with not grime, but monstrosities from the sewers. Irradiated by an unknown substance that causes not just a cavalcade of tumors and mold caking their bodies, but also enlarges them and deforms their body suited seemingly for devouring predators. Pulsating, nuclear waste-riddled versions of Bermite, Lampent, Crabrawler, Drednaw, Ninjask, and various other creatures charged after the squad of plumbers, each abducting the quadruped deity's chaperones and spiriting them away to the depths to presumably devour them alive. Arceus's ineptitude with life became apparent once three mutated Crabrawler managed to make this equine aberration immobile by fracturing their limbs with Rock Smashes. The rest of the sewer mutants headed towards a golden pipe, ready to sup on the flesh of a fallen god. The last thing Arceus heard before being submerged into the darkness was the announcer leading the mutants. This last phrase haunts them through perpetuity as they bathe in the gnashing of teeth while they weep.

"There's nothing more fun than playing Mario Bros. with three other players! You'll need all the help you can get!"
 
Arceus used recover!
Arceus picked up a Pixie Plate!
Arceus used Judgement!
 
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