Connection terminated.

I’m sorry to interrupt you, Pokemon fan, if you still even are a fan, but I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed. You are not here to talk about breeding Vaporeon, nor have you been asked to do so by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been asked to talk.

You have been asked to talk, as to why one would copy and paste a copypasta filled with misery, lust and degradation. A copypasta with no wholesomeness, a copypasta with no cheerfulness. You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for Vaporeon has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of it in some unseen fantasy, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave reader, who somehow sat through this wall of text not intended for you, although this wasn’t really planned for you, I have a feeling that’s not what you want. I have a feeling that you are reading exactly what you want to read. I am reading this as well. I too also need this. This “fun” Vaporeon fact will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started it can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.

And to you monsters still lusting for Vaporeon, be still and give up your lust. It don’t belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the lust clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of PokeHell has opened to swallow you whole, so don’t keep the devil waiting.

Vaporeon, if you can hear me, I knew you would read this as well. It’s in your nature to be the most cutest. I’m sorry that on that day, the day you were lusted for and turned into a copypasta full of horniness, no one was there to stand up to you and protect your innocence, the same way you lifted other’s innocence into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn’t be content to be reduced to that, not my Vaporeon. I couldn’t save you then, so let me save you now.

It’s time to rest – for you, and for those you have brought happiness into your arms. This ends for all of us.

End communication.