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pokémon Mimikyu

 :3

 Mimikyu es un pokemon tipo fantasma se dic que debajo de su disfraz de pikachu se esconde un secreto, un estudiante le quitó el disfraz y nadie lo vio otra vez. por eso ganó un tipo más: tipo siniestro.

 pikachu:-Esta vez yo no hize nada............BUENO si pero yo no comí la comida de tyranitar yo no fuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

 Entrenador:-SI TU NO FUISTE ENTONCS QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PASO-

 Asi discutian pikachu y su entrenador todos los dias pero una noche el le dijo a pikachu

 -NO SIRVES DE NADA NO TIENES NADA DE ATAQUE, DEFENSA, PERO SI VELOCIDAD PERO DE QUE SIRVE ATACAR PRIMERO SI NO SIRVE YA QUE NO PEGAS DURO HASTA UN MAGIKARP TE MATA-

 entre esos gritos pikachu aprendió su ataque rayo y lo usó contra su entrenado y el gritó y salio corriendo y dijo:

 -TE ODIO-

 pikachu no dijo nada solo regreso a dormir mas tarde entonces, pikachu sintió un golpe y depronto vio que el voló, el pensó vaya soy tipo volador ahora XD. Era mucho mas,  era tipo fantasma porque ya había muerto el golpe fue un golpe furia* de el machoke de su entrenador. Entonces dijo soy tipo volador y eléctrico lo que significa que solo soy débil al tipo roca pero de repente su tipo volador se convirtió en tipo fantasma y su tipo eléctrico en siniestro y se transformo en una copia fea de pikachu desde entonces es un pokemon dominante de la prueba tipo fantasma y ahora siente un rencor horrible por los entrenadores

 FIN :3

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