Jessie Drugs James And Is Generally Abusive: Jessie Evolves Into A 4chan Poster (part Four Of Four)

Jessie Drugs James and Is Generally Abusive: Jessie Evolves Into a 4chan Poster (part four of four)

I don't even know anymore.

Part one

Part two

Part three

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; abuse mentions; misunderstanding of medical and psychological issues; shaky understanding of mental institutions and psychopathy; general angst; hinting at a Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; out-of-character behavior for James and Meowth; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jessie says "kys" to James; Meowth watches James sleep; abrupt ending where the issues are maybe not dealt with properly; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (I don't know why; he was and still is my favorite Pokémon character)

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(Meowth's point of view)

James had changed.

I hardly knew him anymore. He was more serious and sad. His eyes had lost their light.

What had happened to the James I used to know? He didn't used to cry all the time. He had no reason to hate anyone or anything. He seemed to be sad all the time after the visit. I found out later it was because he felt he'd betrayed Jessie.

I told James he should try to patch things up with Jessie. He agreed reluctantly.

We went to the mental institution again. James took a shaky breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I can't do it. I can't face her now," James said quietly.

"Maybe you should sleep on it," I said. "You'll feel better about it when you wake up."

We went back to our room. James took a nap. I thought about how James had changed and watched over him.

After a while, I noticed James was trembling. I took a closer look and saw that he was crying.

"James, why are you crying?" I asked.

"I don't want to hate Jessie anymore. I don't want to love….who I love anymore either," James said quietly.

This was ridiculous. Why was Jessie putting us through all this pain? Especially James. He never did anything to her. He always obeyed her.

I comforted James. He went back to sleep. I felt like I needed to pay James back for all the care he'd given me, although he never asked for anything in return.

But how could I do it so he didn't suspect my feelings for him?

I looked at him. He looked so cute and angelic when he was sleeping. Once, just before I had fallen asleep, he kissed me softly on my charm. He didn't realize it, but I replayed that moment a lot in my head.

I went over to James. He was fast asleep. I kissed him gently on his forehead.

Sweet dreams, Little Jim.

(James's point of view)

The next day, we visited Jessie again. The second visit was worse than the first.

Meowth went in first, alone. We wanted to go in alone because we thought it would be better than last time.

We were dead wrong.

Meowth went in. When he came out, he said, "Your turn."

I got up to go in. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to vomit.

I walked into the room. Jessie was in a straitjacket.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Just to see you," I said. I didn't like to see Jessie in a cage.

"You put me in here."

"I did it to help you!"

I regretted saying those words as soon as they came out of my mouth.

"Help me?! How the fuck did you think you were helping anyone? You're such a worthless bitch, James. Fuck you. You should've drank the poison yourself. I hate you."

I stood there, frozen. I knew tears were running down my cheeks, but I didn't try to wipe them away.

Jessie would never forgive me.

Jessie HATES me.

I ended up in the waiting room, not sure how I got there. Somehow, I ended up in the motel room, lying flat on my back on the bed.

Meowth sat next to me. "What happened?" he asked.

I never really told him.

(Meowth's point of view)

What happened to James?

He hardly smiled. He smiled a lot before the visit, but he didn't after the second one. He just sat around with a scared look on his face.

He was skinny before the second visit, but now he wasn't eating and he seemed to be wasting away.

He wasn't sleeping right. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was constantly messy.

He looked like a lost child.

What went wrong with the visit? What made James give up on life? What could I do to make him want to live again?

"What did Jessie do to you?" I asked.

James didn't answer.

"What did she do?!" I was almost hysterical.

James started crying.

"She….told me to kill myself," James sobbed.

I was pissed.

"That does it. Jessie has hurt you one too many times. Tomorrow, we're going back to that mental institution to straighten things out between you two. You don't deserve all this pain, James," I said.

James looked frightened.

"Will Jessie ever get out of the asylum?" James asked.

"Who knows?" I said.

(James's point of view)

Meowth and I walked back to the mental institution. I was really scared, but I had to straighten things out with Jessie.

"You can go to the bathroom if you need a break, but we're not leaving until we get things straightened out," Meowth had said.

I had no choice but to obey.

I walked into the room. Meowth followed.

"Why are you acting this way?" I managed to ask.

"What?!" Jessie said.

I was so startled I almost didn't answer. "Why are you acting this way" I repeated.

"You said I'm a psychopath," Jessie said.

"I want to know why you're a psychopath!" I didn't know why I was so cranky all of a sudden. I guess I didn't want to be bothered with smart arse comments.

"Fuck, you don't have to scream," Jessie said, uninterested.

"It's the only way you'll listen to me! Why did you want me to kill Meowth?! Why were you drugging me?!" I cried.

"To make Team Rocket better," Jessie said. The words "no, shit" would've fit perfectly in the sentence.

"How would that make us better? What does the word 'partner' mean to you? Meowth doesn't deserve to die and I don't deserve to be told to kill him! And I'm glad I lied and ran away! How would killing Meowth make Team Rocket better?!" I was trying to hold back tears, but I didn't seem to be doing a good job of it.

Jessie didn't look interested at all. I knew she could kick me or hit me from inside the cell (I was in kicking range).

Jessie kicked me in my side and punched me in the face. I was knocked over, of course.

Meowth jumped up and scratched Jessie across her face.

"Don't you ever hurt James like that!" he yelled. He was crying. "Why are you acting like a psychopathical asshole?! Just cut out the shit and stop hurting us! We can't go a fuckin' day without worrying whether you got your ass thrown in jail or escaped! Why are you suddenly such a dickhead, anyway?"

Meowth continued ranting and swearing at Jessie. Jessie still looked bored. Meowth must've realized she wasn't listening to him.

"C'mon, James. Let's go," he said, sounding depressed.

I struggled to get up. Meowth and I walked back to the motel.

Then Meowth was the one sitting around, looking ready to cry.

"Even yelling and swearing didn't make her listen," I said.

Meowth began to cry. I held him. The poor kitty. I had to protect him.

"I just wanted to get Jessie back," Meowth said.

We stared into each other's eyes. Meowth's pretty blue eyes had tears in them. I wiped away one of his tears.

"Maybe we will, Meowth. Maybe we will."

(Meowth's point of view)

Here's what happened.

James and I got out of the motel. We set up our tent next to the mental institution and went in there every day.

Jessie eventually got back to normal. I acted like nothing happened, but it took a while for James to get used to her.

A kind of happy ending to an unhappy experience.

Life isn't half bad.

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Moral of the story: When a cat watches someone sleep, it's generally not creepy. If a sapient talking cat Pokémon watches someone sleep, well....It's still a better love story than Twilight.

a fanfic dream I had

A black and red tombstone carved with eldritch symbols. Somehow, I could read the epitaph and it said:

"Here lies the ashes of Darkonogoth, a most powerful and dastardly demon. Drove Giovanni, High Priest of the Rocket Cult to utter madness. Reigned over a dark army of ghost Pokémon with Lord Commander Jessica Romanov at its helm. Sired several demonspawn on Warlock James, whom he considered little more than his magical mortal plaything. Ultimately defeated by a modified shitpost spell at the hands of a talking Meowth."

More of Team Rocket's Life in Wilow Creek

James and Meowth roast marshmallows with Liberty Lee, who clips through James.

Jessie also roasts marshmallows. They did this repeatedly, despite having a perfectly good fridge that works off grid and the ability to just pull hot dogs out of the ether to roast.

"If we're dressed like marshmallows and we eat the marshmallows, does that count as cannibalism?"

"Quit huffin' campfire fumes, Jimmy."

I got them a bee box. James bonded with the bees.

I also had him get started on the garden. Note the garlic, since Vlad will likely be lurking around.

Jessie was surprisingly unbothered by the outdoor toilet.

"It really does smell like roses!"

James, having had the misfortune of using it last (after Meowth), did not share this opinion.

"Why me?"

I think Human Meowth ended up kind of cute. (The markings on his face are supposed to imitate whiskers.)

I think Jessie and James turned out pretty nicely, too.

Kitty Meowth got bitten by a squirrel (nothing fatal, since this is the Sims).

So James took him to the vet's office.

Meowth got some new headgear.

He looks like he wants to cut a bitch, but he no longer has opposable fingers.

Jessie took up painting.

"Turn up your nose all you want--now that you have one--but the Sims around here call this 'High Art.'"

"More like, 'Are You High' Art."

They devolved into a verbal slapfight about Meowth's lack of taste. James wondered if maybe he should just sleep on the bench in the vet's office that night.

Also, a family portrait:

They're so cute.

I asked ChatGPT to write Pokémon blueshipping mpreg.

The results were....disturbing.

Prompt: Write a Pokémon fanfiction in which Meowth impregnates James with a kitten and Jessie does not approve of their actions.

(I should have specified that James would consent to the mpreg in the story. I didn't and got this.)

Content warning: This fanfiction contains adult themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

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Jessie stormed into the Team Rocket headquarters, slamming the door behind her. She was fuming, and it was clear to everyone in the room that something was bothering her.

"What's wrong, Jessie?" James asked, concern etched across his face.

"It's Meowth," Jessie spat. "He's gone too far this time."

"What did he do?" James asked, looking confused.

"He impregnated you, James!" Jessie exclaimed.

James's eyes went wide as he took in what Jessie had just said. "What? How is that even possible?"

"Meowth used his psychic powers to make it happen," Jessie explained. "And now you're carrying a kitten. I can't believe he would do something like this without even consulting us first."

James looked down at his stomach, which was visibly swollen. He could feel the kitten moving around inside of him, and it was a strange and unsettling sensation. He wasn't sure how he felt about becoming a father – especially not in such an unconventional way.

"I don't know what to do," James said, his voice trembling. "I never expected anything like this to happen."

"We'll figure it out," Jessie said, taking his hand in hers. "But first, we need to talk to Meowth. He can't just go around impregnating people without their consent."

They made their way to Meowth's quarters, where they found him lounging on his bed, looking smug.

"What's up, guys?" he asked, grinning.

"You know exactly what's up," Jessie snapped. "You impregnated James without even asking him first. How could you do something so irresponsible?"

Meowth's expression soured as he realized that Jessie was angry with him. "I did it for the good of Team Rocket," he said. "We need more members, and I thought this was the best way to accomplish that."

"That's ridiculous," Jessie said. "You can't just go around forcing people to have babies. James didn't want this."

"I'm sorry," Meowth said, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset anyone. I just thought I was doing what was best for the team."

"Well, you were wrong," Jessie said. "And now we have to deal with the consequences. James is pregnant, and we have to figure out how to take care of him and the kitten."

Meowth nodded, looking ashamed. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right," he said.

For the next few weeks, James carried the kitten inside of him, growing more and more uncomfortable as the due date approached. Jessie and Meowth did their best to take care of him, bringing him food and water and helping him get around. But it was clear that James was struggling – both physically and emotionally.

Finally, the day of the birth arrived. Jessie and Meowth helped James into a makeshift birthing chamber, where he went into labor. It was a difficult and painful process, but after several hours, he gave birth to a healthy kitten.

As soon as the kitten was born, Jessie scooped it up, cradling it in her arms. She looked down at the tiny creature, and her heart melted. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't help feeling a deep love for the little kitten.

"I guess we're a family now," she said, looking at James and Meowth. "And we'll do whatever it takes to take care of each other – no matter what."

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That might have been on the same level as the badfic twelve!me wrote.

Though I can't help but think that in a different story (one in which James consented to this), it would be funny that Jessie has to tell James that he's pregnant for him to realize it.

The Angsty Domestic Life of Team Rocket: Quite the Turn (part two of three)

Thirteen!me thought this story should be rated PG-13.

Thirteen!me was a goddamn idiot.

Part one is here.

Warnings: Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; unexplained mpreg/male pregnancy; workplace violence and murder; shaky grasp of the realities of pregnancy and childrearing; general angst; lack of medical and scientific knowledge; drunk Giovanni smoking crack; original characters; possible out-of-character moments for Jessie, James, and Meowth; self harm; odd ideas about romance and revenge; blood drinking (?!); FUCKING CANNIBALISM?!

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It was a cold winter day. Meowth had decided to help James raise Methoni. Jessie still wanted them to think of plans to steal Pikachu and was being a slavedriver to them. Methoni was old enough to be able to understand their situation, but young enough for it to be better not to tell him.

That didn’t mean he didn’t know what was going on, which he did.

That day, James had come down with something because he and Jessie worked all day shoveling snow and burying Matalico. Meowth had to take care of Methoni because he and James didn’t want Methoni to get a cold.

Methoni was asking a lot of hard questions. The answers were too extreme so all Meowth could say was, “Let’s wait until you’re older.”

Then after literally twenty questions, Methoni asked the ultimate push-them-off-the-deep-end question: “What happened to my father and my sister?”

At that moment, James snapped.

He went into the bathroom, mumbling something about avenging Matalico’s death.

“I think he’s breaking down,” Meowth said.

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James forced himself to vomit. He was punishing himself for letting Matalico die. Then he took a small razor and started to cut himself. After he made about ten cuts, he stopped.

He grabbed a pocketknife and climbed out of the bathroom window.

He ran to Giovanni’s headquarters. He broke into Giovanni’s office. The guards tried to catch him, but he was too fast for them.

When James arrived at Giovanni’s office, Giovanni was drunk and smoking crack.

“What do you want?” he yelled violently at James.

“I’m here because you killed Matalico!” James yelled.

Giovanni slapped James down with his ring hand. “I don’t care about that waste of a Meowth,” he said.

James took out the pocketknife and stabbed Giovanni.

When Giovanni finally stopped breathing, the guards came in and looked shocked.

“Don’t tell anyone about this if you know what’s good for you,” James said.

“Hey, take it easy, babe. We want to thank you for that. He was a slavedriver,” one of the guards said.

“You’re welcome,” James said.

When the guards left, James trashed the surveillance camera. He locked the door. He had killed Giovanni, but his work was far from over.

He poked a hole in one of Giovanni’s legs. Blood poured out of the hole. James collected the blood in a cup.

James cut off pieces of Giovanni’s flesh and began to eat it. The taste didn’t faze him; he’d eaten some pretty weird things when he was pregnant with Methoni.

After eating about a quarter of Giovanni’s flesh, James collected more blood. He began to drink the blood.

When he was done, he cleared away the remains of Giovanni. He had become dazed after doing that little cannibal homicide thing. It was probably because he had never eaten human flesh before. He had drank blood before, but it wasn’t human blood. Every time he, Jessie, and Meowth accidentally killed a Pokémon when they blasted off, James would stab the Pokémon and drink its blood to honor it. Jessie and Meowth knew about this habit; Jessie thought it was weird and Meowth thought it was brave.

James cleaned the blood off his clothing and face. He had to admit, he was pretty cute. That was why the guard had called him “babe.” He hoped they wouldn’t try to make him “do things” with them. He didn’t want to insult the ghost of Matalico.

James went back home. He entered the bathroom through the open window.

Then he realized what he’d done and started vomiting.

Meowth came in.

“James, are you okay?” he asked.

“What have I done?” James screamed.

“What do you mean?” Meowth said.

“Let’s just say, we don’t have a boss anymore.”

“What did….How did….?” Meowth wasn’t even finishing his sentences.

“I killed him.”

“What did you do with the body?” Meowth asked.

“I drank his blood and ate his flesh,” James answered, completely calm.

Meowth noticed the cuts on James’s arms. “Who did this to you?!” he asked, alarmed.

“I did,” James said.

Meowth looked at James sadly. He knew right away this was because Matalico was killed.

“You know what we have to do, don’t you?” he said.

“What?” James said.

“Turn you in.”

James screamed.

-O-o-O-

James woke up screaming.

It turned out it was all a nightmare.

He never killed Giovanni. He never drank Giovanni’s blood. He never went cannibal on Giovanni.

He had just fallen asleep in front of the toilet.

James remembered the horrible vision of Giovanni’s dead, rotting carcass. He rushed back to the toilet.

Meowth walked by. He heard James vomiting. He decided to leave James alone for a while.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, the fact that he was no longer dreaming hit James.

He realized it was the day after Matalico was killed.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Cannibalism and blood-drinking is no excuse for a messy appearance.

I asked ChatGPT to write more Pokémon blueshipping fic.

The results were much less disturbing. Wholesome and fluffy, even.

(Prompts/what I typed are in bold)

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Please write a Pokémon fanfiction in which James and Meowth realize they are in love with each other. The twerps overhear them.

James and Meowth had been partners in crime for years. They had been through thick and thin together, and they always had each other's backs. But lately, something had changed between them. They had started to see each other in a different light. They had started to develop feelings for each other, feelings that they couldn't quite understand.

One day, as they were wandering through the forest, James and Meowth found themselves alone. They sat down under a tree, and James turned to Meowth.

"Meowth, there's something I need to tell you," James said.

"What is it?" Meowth asked, looking up at him.

"I think… I think I'm in love with you," James said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Meowth's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

James nodded. "I know it's crazy, and we've been friends for so long, but… I can't help the way I feel."

Meowth smiled at him. "James, I feel the same way."

They leaned in and kissed each other, the world around them fading away. They had always been close, but this was something different. Something deeper.

Little did they know, the twerps had been following them, hidden behind a bush. Ash, Misty, and Brock had been suspicious of their antics for a while now, and they had followed them to see what they were up to. But they never expected to witness this.

"Did you hear that?" Misty whispered.

"I think James and Meowth just confessed their love for each other," Ash said, looking shocked.

Brock nodded in agreement. "We should probably give them some privacy."

The twerps quietly snuck away, leaving James and Meowth alone to explore their newfound feelings for each other.

As they sat together, wrapped up in each other's arms, James and Meowth knew that their lives would never be the same. But they didn't care. As long as they had each other, they could take on anything that the world threw at them. Together.

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Thank you. I have another task for you. Please write a follow up scene where Jessie finds out about their love for each other and very aggressively convinces them they must hide it from the other members of Team Rocket, especially the boss (since it would likely be dangerous if this secret were to get out).

After James and Meowth's confession of love to each other, they tried their best to keep their relationship a secret. They knew that revealing it could have serious consequences, especially since they were members of Team Rocket, an organization that didn't take kindly to anything that didn't involve their pursuit of power.

But one day, Jessie found out.

She had been suspicious of their behavior for a while, and after doing some investigating, she found out the truth. She stormed into their room, slamming the door behind her.

"What is this I hear about you two being in love?" she demanded.

James and Meowth exchanged a worried glance. They knew that Jessie wouldn't take kindly to their relationship, especially since she had always been so focused on their mission.

"It's true," James said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jessie's eyes widened in disbelief. "You two are ridiculous. You know that, right? This is dangerous. We can't have any distractions."

"We know," Meowth said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jessie paced back and forth, clearly agitated. "We can't let the boss find out. If he does, who knows what he'll do? He might see it as a weakness, and then where will we be?"

"What should we do then?" James asked.

Jessie turned to them, a fierce look in her eyes. "You two need to keep it a secret. Don't let anyone find out. Not the boss, not anyone. If you slip up, who knows what will happen."

James and Meowth nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

"We'll be careful," James promised.

Jessie nodded. "Good. Because if anything happens to compromise our mission, it'll be on your heads."

With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving James and Meowth alone once again. They wrapped their arms around each other, knowing that they had to be even more careful from now on.

Their love was strong, but they knew that they had to hide it from the rest of Team Rocket, especially the boss. They didn't want to risk everything they had worked for, and they were willing to do whatever it takes to keep their relationship a secret.

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I like that ChatGPT "knows" exactly who I mean when I say "the twerps" (Ash, Misty, and Brock; not Tracey).

But I don't think AI will be replacing me as a writer anytime soon.