You keep the hill for a few weeks, to your genuine surprise. You also start to get paranoid: you expected resistance from me minutes after the back-stab, so the lack thereof means that I must be planning out some elaborate and very painful revenge scheme. You search the hill for any traps, and re-claim it several times despite nobody appearing just to make sure you weren't brainwashed into forgetting. During your search, you find a jet-black Snivy, which you dare not approach for the obvious reasons of it being a possible trap. However, after a few days, the Snivy proves to have been living on (if not exactly owning) the hill for some indefinite time since the last few weeks, and becomes a common sight to you, noticing and passing you harmlessly, looking curious. Eventually, after thinking that I must have given up with obtaining the hill for good, you decide to take in the Black Snivy and maybe start a journey with it. You throw a Quick Ball at the Black Snivy.

Long story short: I'm the Black Snivy, I prevent my capture, and I proceed to lay the world's most over-the-top, ridiculous, powerful, and bewildering smack-down ever seen. I'd give details, but the post would have been far too big. It involved blows strong enough to force time travel twice, and aborting reality, to give a rough estimate of how much power I let loose then. All as a Snivy.

After the smackdown is over, you find yourself in Nowhere-near-the-hill-ville, with HosPITol Nurses restoring you to full health, while I revert to my original form and claim the hill.

MY HILL!!!