“No injuries.” Arun observed, looking over Valor.
Embarrassment. So you have said the last 5 times.
“Sorry.” He grinned, releasing his partner from his grip, “Can’t help but feel a little worried.”
Emily scoffed, as did Valor.
“What?”
“You can’t even walk right, barbarian man.” Hazel said, not looking up from his Snowrunt, as he carefully applied a poultice of berries and sprays over his burnt coat. “In fact, I don’t even know how you’re talking.”
“I just try not to think about it.” He responded simply.
In truth, everything did hurt, from his ribs to his arm, to his shins and his beating heart. It all ached, but being hurt wasn’t an excuse to remain idle, especially not if you found yourself standing in front of a behemoth like Kleavor.
Respect to the Legends protagonist, they could move.
“Uh-huh.” Emily deadpanned, “And I’m sure the potions and berries we’ve been mixing into you this last hour have had nothing to do with it.”
“All our hard work, not even acknowledged.” Hazel lamented.
Arun gave the two a sheepish smile, “Ah, sorry. Thanks guys. But seriously Valor, look at you. Hazel said you had half your body blown away, and now you’re fine.”
Pride. I evolved! It’s natural.
Evolution. He’d witnessed it first hand, and it could only be described as beautiful. Change and rapid growth, his tiny Seedot was now a Nuzleaf that stood just below hip level. It wasn’t just size either, there was control there, power. Whereas before Seedot could be considered dangerous by human standards, Nuzleaf was an actual threat.
He’d made Valor cycle through a few of his moves to see what he could do, and every one was stronger than before. According to Hazel and Emily he still had a long way to go, but to Arun, it felt like evolution had sent him soaring in power.
“What do you think about challenging gyms next year?” Arun asked, watching as Valor continued to play about with his ‘hands’.
Curiosity. The human challenges?
“Yeah, beat the gym leaders, be the best there ever was, beat the champion–.”
“Pft.”
Arun frowned, “What’s so funny?”
“Nobody’s beating Cynthia.” Hazel chuckled.
“Besides,” Emily added, “The circuit’s more a challenge for younger trainers making their way into the world.”
“Maybe that’s why nobody’s beaten her.” Arun said, “They’re all too young.”
“...You know, that’s not a bad theory.”
“Don’t you start, Hazel. You’ve seen her matches, hell, some of the kids do some crazy ass shit.”
Arun leaned forward in his seat, “Is there any rule against competing as an adult?”
“Na, in fact, Galactic has a few ‘sponsored’ trainers that go compete to raise their prestige. Doesn’t happen often, but is this something you actually want?”
Oh it was. Arun loved Pokémon, even when life had gotten harder and harder, when pressure and expectation began to press down on his shoulders, he still made time for Pokémon. A few hours every week where he’d explore the regions of Hisui, or walk pixelated landscapes of Unova or Sinnoh again and again.
He wanted that. The fresh air, free of the acrid waste and scent of chemicals. The open roads, without reminders of death at every turn. The sense of adventure, Pran at his side as they made their way through the world together, same as they always did.
“Why don’t you guys sign up with me?” Arun asked. He was met with two curious stares so he continued, “You don’t think it’ll be fun? A journey on the road with some friends, campfires and beautiful scenery. What do you think?”
“That does sound fun…” Emily admitted, “It’d be a nice break from our usual work.”
“This is the most excited I’ve ever seen you.” Hazel sighed, patting Snowrunt gently on the head before returning him, “How can I say no?”
Arun gave them a flushed smile, “I just really like Pokémon.” He mumbled.
“Oh my god, he’s blushing.” Emily said.
“Holy shit he is.”
“Stop.” He begged, turning away from them as they pulled closer to him.
“We could probably get Jax and Elys on board too.” Hazel said, taking a moment before adding, “Remi would probably say yes too. Alright, Snowrunt's treated, everybody’s good to go?”
“Yeah.” Arun stood, slightly hobbling as they made their way out of the Security wing, and into a room with floating crystal balls that slowly danced about the air, “Are you guys…cool with Remi?”
“He’s got a lot going on.” Emily said, smiling softly as she reached for a crystal, “He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes, but I think he does care for us, in his own way.”
“A poor young man, working earnestly for the sake of his younger brother.” Hazel added, “Kinda like you, Sirius.”
“Though I doubt Carlos gets up to the same trouble Felis does.”
“Hm. You think he’ll join us if he needs the money?”
“Probably.” Hazel nodded, flicking one of the crystals that floated near his face, “He’ll do anything to impress the little guy.”
“And it’s been a while since we all hung out outside of work.”
“Alright, Remi too then.” Arun agreed, “One year.”
“We just need to find our way out of this death trap.” Hazel said.
“Oh, don’t forget about the war with Chronos.”
“Man.” The Galactic grunt sighed, “Sometimes, I wish I picked an easier line of work.”
“Really?” Arun asked.
“Na.” Hazel grinned, “I live for this kind of excitement.”
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“REM!” Felis hollered, blinking away from the flamethrower that blasted the spot he was in just a moment ago, “HURRY UP!”
“I’m trying!” Remi shouted back, furiously working the panel in front of him. The room was one of many that was locked, and while the first was opened without issue with a list of passwords they’d found in an admin office, this one Remi apparently couldn’t guess right.
Leaving Felis and Aken alone with a very angry Magmar.
“[Screech], combo it with [Shadow Sneak!]” He commanded, and his partner followed suit, blasting the fire Pokemon with an ear-splitting screech. A moment later a thin shadow pierced its leg, causing Magmar to stumble and miss the fire punch it sent towards Aken.
His partner was getting better at chaining attacks, but he was still weak compared to the mons they’d fought. Literal flies compared to Cyrus and the higher ups. Still, they were learning, they were growing, and it was good to see.
If only it wasn’t with their life on the line all the time.
Another flamethrower, this time directed at Aken.
“[Will-o-Wisp!]”
“Aha! Take this you–HELP!”
The Will-o-wisp barely slowed the Flamethrower down, and Felis blinked forward, grabbing Aken before the attack burnt his partner to a crisp and teleported back to Remi. He frowned as a part of his brain immediately ticked down the amount of ‘juice’ he had left. The fluid allowed him to distort a certain volume of space. The more he had on him, clothes, Pokemon, people, the more it drained.
He had a lot left, sure, but damn if he wasn’t burning through it like a motherfucker.
“Remi I swear to fucking god!” Felis growled.
“Got it!”
The golden doors hissed open, and the three rushed inside, sagging in relief as they slammed shut behind him. Felis and Aken wasted no time, with the trainer flipping off both birds through the thick windows, and the Pokemon sticking an abnormally large tongue at the Magmar, who could only rage in response.
“Really?” Remi asked.
“Fuck you, you weren’t fighting.” Felis retorted, pulling at his uniform. “You think the water still works in this place? I need a shower.”
“We’ve seen the water work. And no, help me with this.”
“Give me a little bit, I’m tired.”
Remi scoffed, leaving Felis to collapse at the door as the other man went deeper into the server room. Since they couldn’t exactly take specific data they needed to take everything. That meant all the strange tech needed to be removed carefully and replugged back into the admin room where they’d extract anything useful.
Which scared Felis. What if what was brought back completely destroyed everything Felis knew? Knowledge was power, and Felis’s knowledge wouldn’t even be applicable until a year later. What if he accidentally brought back a super weapon that wiped out Cynthia? Or what if he learned about the whole “Manifestation” thing, and just did what Ivan and the others had done?
“Man, fuck this.” Felis complained aloud.
“You are frustrated.” His ghostly companion rightly observed, “Why?”
“Why couldn’t my isekai life be easier? Where the fuck is Professor Rowan? Where’s Cynthia at?”
“I am confused.”
“I’m hungry!” Felis moaned, “I’m sweaty and I’m tired and I just wanted a Pokémon adventure but here I am! A thousand miles below the surface! Finding out my best friend had a hand in making a Pokémon world!”
“...Was it not your plan that got you in Galactic in the first place?”
“A fact I’m reminded about everyday!” He cried, forcing himself to stand, “You think Dialga would let me go back in time for a lil’ to slap the shit out of my past self?”
“I doubt it.” Aken said, floating down the hall, “But I think I would stop you.”
“Yeah? How come?”
“Because we wouldn’t be free without you.”
He froze. Looking at the back of Aken’s head as his partner tried his best to look away. Felis’s face split into a smile, “Was that a compliment?”
“Take it how you will.” Aken replied, his voice clipped.
“Aw, you love me buddy, thanks.”
“Ugh.”
Remi had already already gotten halfway finished with unplugging the behemoth of a server machine by the time Felis had gotten there. He dropped by the other side, grabbing and pulling away a few cords.
“Done complaining?” He asked.
“Oh, shit, you heard that?”
“I could hear you wailing about food.”
Felis checked Remi's hands. “Anything else?”
“Please. I’m not here to constantly watch you.”
His fingers didn’t twitch, truth.
“Well I’m hungry, alright?” Felis said, sighing in relief internally. He didn’t hear about Ivan, great.
“You’re lucky your brother puts up with you.” Remi huffed, “Working with you is 90% complaints, 10% ego.”
He couldn’t stop the burble of laughter that escaped his lips, “That’s just how brothers be, man.”
“Guess it is.”
“You’ve been taking care of your brother solo?” Felis asked after another few minutes.
“...Yeah.” He replied softly.
“Can’t be easy, can it? You should be proud.”
“Please.” Remi snorted, “You’re the younger one aren’t you? What do you even know?”
Felis tugged another cable out of the massive server box, sitting back down and letting out a sigh, “A lot man, a lot. I was sick before I got here, you know? Shit was terrible, couldn’t move, could barely talk, felt like my whole body was slowly rotting away, and the only thing I could do was sit and watch it happen.”
When Remi didn’t say anything he continued, “There were moments, moments where I felt whole again, where I could watch the world without feeling like I was going to fucking waste away. And in those moments, it was always Ar-Sirius, taking care of me. Always my big bro helping me, feeding me, learning about medicine just for me. I saw everything he sacrificed for me, I saw just how far he'd go for an egotistical little shit of a brother.”
His companion stilled, the sound of vents and the soft beeping of machinery filling the silence around them before he finally spoke, “Sorry I’m forcing you away from your brother.”
“Ah don’t be, he’ll be all ‘Oh wow Felis you’re so cool and such a good brother for getting us super rich and famous with all this’.”
“Your brother does not sound like that.” Remi snorted.
“Yeah? The hell do you know?”
“He looks like the strong, quiet type, didn’t say a word when we were at the camp.”
“Pft. You just haven’t known him long enough.”
The rest of the machine came loose, and the two men began dragging the thing back to the entrance. Annoyingly, Magmar was still there, watching them through the reinforced glass like a hawk staring at prey just out of reach. Felis let out a sigh, working his shoulders and his arms, drawing his knife and baton as Aken took his place beside him.
With a nod to Remi, the door hissed open and he broke into a sprint, leaping to the side as Aken opened with a Confuse Ray. A quick teleport behind and Felis jammed the Baton into Magmar’s side, only to teleport away a split second later as the Fire Pokemon released a wave of heat that singed the hairs on his skin.
“Time to go!” Remi hollered, before disappearing completely. Felis breathed a sigh of relief, sheathing his baton and flipping off Magmar in one clean motion. Once he felt the silk of Aken’s fabric touch his shoulder he blinked, and suddenly the three were somewhere else entirely.
“Home sweet home.” Remi muttered.
They’d teleported to an “altar” room, or what the two had discovered shortly with the knowledge granted by the teleporter, an admin room. More latin etched into the actual Altar revealed a passage that allowed for teleportation after getting Bezos to “unlock” the room.
They tried to get him to unlock the server rooms, but of course they weren’t going to be that lucky.
“Can you hook up the machine yourself?” Felis asked, trying to stifle a yawn. “I’m going to go get some water.”
“Wait for me, I’ll join you.”
He rolled his eyes at his response, “I’m not going to go see Sirius man, lighten up. Go get the machine hooked up.”
“...Fine.” Remi said eventually, “But I’m checking up ASAP.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Teleportation was, in Felis’s not so humble opinion, fucking awesome. Just blip and you were there. No dizzy effect, no sparkly sights or sounds. Pure efficiency. At first it did feel a little jarring, his brain simply couldn’t process the sudden change in environment, but he suspected the juice had altered his mind to consider it “normal”.
Both he and Aken were back by the security wing again, the sound of rushing water from the reverse fountain filling his ears. Felis sank himself into it immediately, relishing the cool feeling of water rushing past his sweat-stained uniform.
He let himself sit for a while. He needed time to think, time to plan and decide what he could do. He couldn’t give the teleporters to Cyrus, not when there was something potentially dangerous here. But where? They’d hit two servers in the span of an hour, and they had no food.
Could they return for supplies? They could teleport sure, but what if they were spotted? They’d be questioned, likely under a psychic too.
“Can’t even lie for fun anymore.” He muttered, though it was more burbling as half his face was underwater.
The best he could think of right now was to head to the whole “manifestation” chamber he’d seen in the videos. Thanks to the teleporter thing in his head he knew where the room was, he and Remi had gone to it first, being one of the largest in their area. Felis of course played dumb when the door didn’t open, complaining as loudly and annoyingly as possible so Remi would find something else to do.
If there was anything in this whole facility that would give Cyrus his ultimate super weapon, it’d be in that room. He just couldn’t have Remi find it either, because then he’d have to explain why they couldn’t give a super weapon to an evil mob boss.
So he had to lose Remi. Complaining about food was one thing, he’d hoped saying it out loud all the time would drive the guy to realize that he was also hungry. But if that didn’t work he’d have to find a different way. Maybe emphasize the time limits they had–
“FELIS! WHERE AR-oh there you are.”
“‘Sup Remi?” Felis stood from the water, letting it peel off his body as it was sent flying upwards into god knew where.
“I got it hooked up.” Remi said, "We got something good this time too.”
“Ah shit.” Felis grimaced internally, “Fuck yeah, finally.” He said aloud.
“You’ll like this too, dry yourself off and teleport over.”
“Fuck.” He said aloud when Remi disappeared.
“What now?” Asked Aken.
“We judge for ourselves if it's something worth taking or not.” Felis replied, tapping the G on his chest and clicking it towards the ‘heat’ setting. Instantly the water in his clothes began to steam nicely leaving him feeling quite relaxed.
“And if its dangerous?” Aken asked, “Dangerous enough for you to feel scared?”
“I’ll figure something out. Maybe I’ll ‘accidentally’ delete the file. Something stupid but believable.”
The room changed, and Felis found himself staring at a large monitor that showed hundreds upon hundreds of blueprints. Remi was there, furiously dragging away window after window until he got to an image showing the likeness of Dialga bound in red chains.
“Bezos.” Remi said upon noticing his arrival, “Why can’t we teleport ourselves normally?”
“Well that is because Red Chain protocol: P, is missing!” The AI stated happily.
“You see that Felis? Red Chain. Bezos, what about Red Chain protocol N, what did that do?”
“The ability to manifest virtually anything so long as the mind could grasp the general concept of it. Protocol N is how the modern facility was built.”
“Now Bezs won’t say what the Red Chains are, but read through this.” Remi said, gesturing towards the screen, “Every atom in the chain is its own supercomputer, this sort of technology is fucking insane.”
Red Chain. Ivan mentioned it, showed it off even. He said Pokemon, gods were bound under its influence. But he’d heard the term before, hadn’t he? Where? Red chains…
At once it clicked. The three lakes, the three spirits, captured and used to forge the red chains. The red chains that bound Dialga and Palkia under Cyrus’s will. Literally the whole fucking plot of the game involved Red Chains and Felis nearly forgot.
“This is it.” He grinned, slapping Remi on the back, “This is our big break! Nice fucking work man!”
And it was canon. Holy fuck it felt like a massive weight simply disappeared off his shoulders. They could bring this back, the operation could be called a success, Felis would get his reward and he and his brother could actually focus on doing Pokemon stuff.
“Alright, let’s bring this back then, right?”
“Not yet. There’s still some pieces missing.” Remi said, scrolling through notes.
“Really? In all of that there’s stuff missing?”
“This talks about the technology behind the Red Chains, not how to actually make them.”
“So where do we find that?”
Remi tapped his head, “I think you know.”
The manifestation chamber. “But last we checked, it was locked, right?”
“It’s a voice activated lock. Look here, the guy writing the notes for this has it mentioned but doesn’t say the actual code.”
“In Nominae Mino.” Felis quickly said. “I saw some latin back at the lab, think this could be it?”
Remi shot him a look, and for a moment Felis wondered if he’d been too eager with his answer. But the man simply shrugged and stood from his seat. “One way to find out.”
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“In Nominae Mino.”
The doors blipped green, and with a pressurised hiss, slid open. Remi grinned behind Felis, slapping his back before the two walked down the small corridor that split the room. This was it. After fighting machine and Pokemon, losing half his men and his partner seriously injured, he was finally getting somewhere.
“Hold on buddy.” He thought, eyeing the Pokeball strapped to his hip, “Not much longer now.”
He just needed the actual technology, then he could go, they’d regroup with the others and get themselves patched up.
And yes, the others were alive. Remi went ahead and checked himself to see if Felis was doing the same, which surprisingly, he was not. He would have gone to try and swipe some supplies, but Sirius must have had some sixth sense. It felt as if he’d have been caught if he got too close.
It wasn’t as if he was lying, as Remi never explicitly said he wasn’t allowed to check up on them. If anything, it was really Felis’s fault for not specifying the conditions.
The second doors opened, and Remi found himself a little disappointed.
It looked like it had been shut down. What looked to be a massive window had steel shutters completely blocking out whatever view should have been visible.
“What is it?” Remi asked, as Felis stared at the shutters concerned.
“...Nothing, it just freaks me out.” The man responded with a frown. He didn’t look away when he said it, must have been true.
“Wait. What’s happening?”
It couldn’t be described with words. But Remi imagined a part of his mind had begun to almost “shut down”, all the knowledge he had with teleportation, physics, mathematics, it all seemed to disappear. No…no it didn’t disappear. It was still there, but it was suppressed, just out of reach.
It didn’t feel good.
“I feel dumber.” Felis complained, massaging his temple.
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“Is it the room? Does it stop teleportation?”
“Hold on.”
Felis stepped back into the hall, he noticed a visible perk in his attitude as he did. The nod he sent Remi’s way only confirmed that it was indeed the room blocking them out.
“When we run out of this stuff I’m gonna be pissed.” Felis muttered, “Alright, what are we looking for.”
“A way to get power working most likely, see if there’s a switch.”
Felis was…oddly cooperative. Which was strange, their last hours of searching the man always appeared apprehensive, like he was scared of what they could find.
“He’s scared of Galactic.” A part of his mind whispered, “He doesn’t want to see your success.”
He should have been more suspicious, everything about the two brothers felt off. Who just showed up and tried to rob a company? And they knew, they knew what Galactic did. Nobody knew what Galactic fucking did. Oh people would assume, sure, but they wouldn’t know, they couldn’t. Not even the Champion knew.
And then the dead end opened. Dead ends didn’t open, the report said so. A report Cyrus approved, he only approved things if they were right. Of course, it was then they were assaulted by strange machinery, which had put the fact off that Felis opened the door somehow.
He should have been suspicious, he really should have.
But he found himself enjoying the man’s company.
“How many rattatas do you think Croagunk could take in a fight before he went down.” Felis asked as the two worked, opening up panels and fiddling with idle machinery.
“What kind of question is that?” Remi chuckled. “At least a thousand.”
“A thousand? Damn. Aken we gotta step up our game.”
“I feel like you're underestimating me." Remi complained, "I was a two-badge winner, you know?”
“Pft, just two?”
“Jus-are you for real?”
Felis looked up from his work, “Alright, great trainer, go ahead and explain why two badges are good.”
“Because it means I went out there.” Remi explained, memories of a journey taken nearly ten years ago resurfacing in his mind, “I battled with hundreds of trainers and explored the wilds with nothing but Croagunk and a desire to win.”
He could feel it, the memories filling him with a sense of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. The beautiful open sky, the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. The quiet nights by the campfire, talking with friends and sharing their dreams.
“They don’t go easy on you here. And though you can try again, they put even more pressure on you if they think you don’t have what it takes. On top of that you’re competing with others, you need to be the strongest because the slots for the Elite 4 challenges are limited.”
“I still don’t see why two’s so great.”
Remi huffed, pointing at Felis, “Imagine it, you’re facing hundreds of others who all want the same thing you do. You’re all working as hard as possible to reach the same goal, people are looking out to cut your growth early if you stand out too much.”
His companion finally got it, “Ahhh, so you got to be, what? 700th out of a thousand? Nice.”
…Bitch.
“Find the power for this place.” Remi grumbled to Felis’s laughter.
It was another few minutes of searching before Felis spoke up again. “So why’d you stop at two?”
“The fighting gym is in Veilstone.” Remi answered, “I was scouted by Galactic there.”
“...that’s it?” When Remi didn’t say anything he pressed further, “All of that, and you just…gave up?”
That irked him, “It’s not that simple, I had things I needed to do–”
“Sure, but you just…gave up? Figured you wanted to show off a little to your brother.”
He did. It hurt a little to admit, but the first two gyms he’d managed to wipe them because Croagunk had very good typing against them. It was when he was given an even field to play in that he was unable to keep up with them. Loss after loss after loss, it was awful. Like everything he’d done was a waste. His friends had left him behind, he promised he’d catch up with them, but he was still stuck on the third while they’d moved up to the fifth.
“Hey.” Felis’s words snapped Remi out of his thoughts, “After we get this fat bonus, how about we run the circuit?”
Remi froze, before letting out a soft chuckle, “Don’t be ridiculous, look how old–”
“Man, fuck all that.” It was the seriousness in Felis’s voice that had Remi look up, “You don’t ever think about it? ‘If I did this, maybe I could’ve won.’, or ‘If I just tried harder maybe I could’ve gotten farther.’ Those thoughts don’t reach your mind?”
“They do.” Remi whispered.
“Then let’s stop thinking if and start thinking when. I never got the chance to do something like this, you bet your ass Sirius and I will be competing next year. The question now is, do you want to join us?”
Huh. He was serious.
“What if one of you guys gets held back? What then?”
Was he supposed to smile and pretend it didn’t eat him up inside? Was he supposed to ignore their looks of pity? ‘Poor Remi, he can’t do anything right’. Those damnable looks. Like hell he’d put up wih that again.
“You saved my ass against that fucking monster Remi.” Felis grinned, “If you’re not keeping up with us we’ll put you through the ringer until you’re tired of us beating your ass and you can defend yourself.”
“Hah! Who says I’m the one being left behind?”
“So that means you’re coming with?”
He wanted to. The thought was a surprise to Remi. But...should he? It was a big step, to simply give up on all the stability he had going on for something that may not have even borne fruit. The loneliness he felt when his friends had pushed on ahead, how bitter he felt watching them achieve his dream. Did he trust them enough to believe they wouldn't do the same? Probably not.
But maybe he could learn on the way?
He couldn't get an answer out in time as the room began to hum to life, lights clicked on as ancient machinery far more advanced than any either of the two had ever seen began to beep and calibrate. Remi looked at Felis, whose hands were elbow deep in a panel. The man looked down, shooting him a grin.
“We got power baby!”
Remi wanted to congratulate him, to say something, but at once, he felt something was very, very, wrong.
The shutters began to open, and with it, a feeling of dread so profound Remi immediately broke out into a cold sweat. Those shutters shouldn’t open. No, they couldn’t open.
“Felis.” Remi said, his voice shaking, “Cut the power.”
“I…I can’t.”
“FELIS CUT THE POWER!”
“I can’t!”
He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to run away in fear, he wanted to throw himself to his knees and beg for forgiveness. It didn’t make sense. His own thoughts didn’t make sense. Contradictions, oppositions assaulted his mind, when one thought appeared the direct opposite fought for control, rooting him in place. A glance at Felis showed he was struck by the same affliction, unable to move his trembling hands to cut the power.
The taste of salty water temporarily broke Remi out of his daze. He was crying. He was laughing. He was scared, oh so terrified, his hand wrapped around his partner’s Pokeball, but he did not dare release him, not in the condition he was in. But at the same time, there was something else that afflicted Remi’s heart.
Excitement.
Whatever this was, whatever was coming, Cyrus would have it. Oh, he would. If the power of the Red Chain held even a fraction of what was written, whatever monster behind the gate would be theirs.
The shutters opened completely, revealing something…
Something…
Beautiful
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Terrifying
That was the thought that ran through Felis’s head as he watched the shutters open. His whole body was shaking in fear, nothing could prepare him for what he saw.
Because it wasn’t a thing that he was seeing.
When Felis imagined the word “Chaos”, he imagined a noisy town, he imagined a messy house, or a violent breakup. He imagined a drunken brawl or a road trip with the boys.
This was true chaos.
The darkness was so bright it was almost blinding. In the expanse of black stars that filled the void in front of him he saw shapes and patterns that the human mind should not have borne witness to. Colours that mere mortal eyes were blind to, whispers of a thousand voices promising dark secrets that made the very reality of what he knew false.
Unknown to him, Felis’s mind worked to find a solution, to comprehend such an unfathomable creature. It whirled, cycling through every memory, working so fast to find a solution before it crashed in on itself. Blood leaked from Felis's nose as his mind dove deeper and deeper into itself, trying to find something to describe what it was seeing. Opposites, darkness, chaos.
Pokémon.
At once his mind snapped to the only feasible conclusion he could think of, to give what he was staring at a form that Felis could recognize.
Giratina.
The chaos of what was receded, retreating to the form Felis’s mind bound it to. Its long, serpentine body seemed to be endless as bony wings stretched out across the expanse of the starry void. The chains along its body began to shine bright scarlet light, binding it tighter and tighter. Two eyes, so filled with hate and glee, stared at the two Galactic Grunts, and Felis finally released the breath he did not realize he was holding.
He…he was on his knees. When did that happen? He needed to-
P̴̨̗͙͍̜͓͂̏̉̇ ̴̭̼́̂͐̓̚͝R̴̯̺̜̋̈́̽̈́ ̵̠̗͔̻̪̅̒̇͘Ĕ̴̢̙̼̱͙̹̈́̚͝ ̵̭̤͉̲̅̀̍̀̃̀T̷͈̱̹͚̝͋̓̚ ̴̨͓̯͉̙̈́̒̔Ȇ̷̱̭̪̳̕ ̸̢̦̰̞̋́̚Ṇ̷͗̿͝ ̸̢̝̫̦̤̞̔̿D̴͚͖͇̞̖̎̎̈̾̄̀ ̵͙̬̫̆́E̵͔͉̋̍̔̓ ̵̢̯̋̅̋Ṟ̸̻̙̑͜ ̶̢̗̲̜͕̀̀̏͝ ̵̰̩̰̲̎̓͐̊ ̸̣̯̖̫͙̤̐G̶̯̝̱̥̓͂ ̵̧͚̫̺̫̏̐͑̍̓̏Ǫ̵̥̩͓̆̈́ ̵̨̹̭̙͚̦̔̒̆̆͠͝Ḓ̷̲͎̜̙͂̌̃̓́̚
̷̖͈͙̬̊̉̉̾̋͜
̷̦͇͚̅͝ ̷͉̞͓̃͠ ̸̡͈̩̣̾̀ ̷̪̼̃̉͆̕̚ ̶̨̝͇̺̜͎̎̊̾͐͘͝ ̵̢̲͈̆̋̔ ̶̢̛̼̟̠̮̒̕ͅ ̷̧̏̀̈́̄̏͠ ̶̧̨̭́̉̋ ̸̛̤͊̉͂̾ ̴̡̺̙̝̰͓̐̍̍́͂ ̵̳̝̘͉͓͂͊̃̌̔̔ ̷̠̎̈͐͠S̶̛̯̜̫̄ͅͅ ̸͖̿T̴̫̔̈́ ̶̤̰͑̋̉̏͘I̵̗͋͜ ̴̪̬̠͍͙̼̾͌L̸͎̖̄͝ ̴͇̻̥̰͒̇L̸̡̰̟̈́̚ ̷̩̹͆͛͛̽͆̆ ̵͎̠̂̈̾̎ ̷̠͉͎͚̆̑̓́ ̴̧̒͆́͒Y̸̫̪̓̒̄̔ ̵̣̖͌͂O̸̯̜̦̜̓͂̚ ̵͎͍̼̐U̷͇̎̏̚
̵̤̲̟̻̗̟͆̓̌͘͠L̵̻̜͘ ̸̡̮̍͐͊̾͗́Î̸̩̣͔̹̠̞̿ ̷͕̜͇͆͆̒̓͝V̸̻͉̿̈́̈̓ͅ ̵̡̧̠̗̥́͒̂̑̾̆É̸̢̻̠͉͇̥͒̕̕͝
̷̠͕̞͇͛̽͑̾ ̶̥̤͙̟̿̚ ̸̥͈̙͔̖̠͗ ̶̢̹̽͛ ̵̰̭͂̈́ ̷̢̡͈̻͕̍̌̚̚͠ ̸͚̌̿́͘ ̶̞̱̌̃͊̊̎̇ ̷̖͗̒ ̴̾ͅ ̷̝̈́ ̷̡̗̮͈͐̃̓̀͜͜͠ ̶͕̻̖̀͌̈͂̽ ̴̼̪͙̺̮͗̈́̓ ̴̜̹̟̗̖͆ ̴̱͕̯̪͔̏̂͜ ̷̡͕̰̼̦̍̐͜ ̴̢̞͎͇̠̾͜ ̵̡̼͙͐͋̾̈͝͝ ̵̢̖͇̲̳̰̌̾ ̷̨̰̟͍͚͍̃̂̓̄̀ ̵̛̛̫͎̑̈́̇ ̵̨̩̫̫̪͓̈́̐̔͛̓͊ ̷̡̹̮͚͗̊̇̃͘ ̸̤̀͑ ̷̻̮̙̯̱̀͌̍ ̶̧̲̰͍̈́̀ ̵̡͉͔̹͉̍̋̈́́̓̊ ̵̳̉̅̌̏͗͌ ̷̝̐͌͜ ̶̡̱̣̹͒̂ ̵͙͉͙̃̒̚ ̵̖͉̫́͋͊̒̾̄S̸̡̛͕̖̠̬͋͝ ̷̥̭̥̘͉͌͑̾͊ͅT̴͉̝̯̘̈͘͘ ̵͇͕̲̾̾͛I̸̠̫̿̊̑͗̃̒ ̶͔͖̺̱̠̆̂̀̚Ḷ̵͎̐ ̶̨̀͐̑̕Ḷ̶̞͙̺̍͛̎̇͋ ̴̻̫̉̚̚O̷̻͈̜̫̰̰̓͌̋̈́̏ ̸̠̭̙̑̂̎Ư̸̝̫̤͂͑ ̸͈̟͚̫͔͙͆̍̓̾̕̕Ȓ̶͔̗͓ ̸̖͔͎̈́͗̄͠ ̵͉͍̯͙̩̄̔̋̃̕ ̷̧̡̳̪̠̣̀̄̀́̃̈́Ṯ̸̹͈̮̲̤͑̆̊̀̕ ̶͇̰̖͍͕̄Ą̴͕̯͇͓͇̀̈̾ ̶̧̈S̶̬͓̝̫̖͑̓͐̎͜ ̸̩̗̫̆̿K̵̯̮̗̩̦͊̅̃́͆͝ͅ
̷̫̌̊͌͂͝
̸̤̘͖̗̦̃̎̂̀ͅ
̷̼̌́̀̃͑͒
̶̮̗̈̌ ̶͉̳̾͌ ̶̤͉͓̪̿̔̌͘͝ ̴́ͅ ̵̣̲̭̯̪̄̀́ͅI̸̡͔̅͘ ̴̗̼̝̗͔͓̂̄N̶̛̫̺̱͚̅̍͐̅ ̵̖̼̾͛̑̒̂̒C̷̡̧̡̧̛̝̑ ̵̧̭͖̻̤̣̀͗̓̀͌͐O̴̝͉̤͖̙͎͝ ̸̹͍̟̔̈́́̏̓͘M̶̦̳̌̽́͜ ̸̛͕͔̙̩̎̍̏͂P̴̡̈́̈́͛̾̍͆ ̴͎͕̲̽̽̌̇̆̕Ľ̶̹̰͍ ̶̡̩͍̞̥̀Ê̴̖̼͓͎͎̇̄̿ ̸̨̨̥̗͈̓͗̍̉Ṭ̵̤̞͛͠ ̷̼͐͆̈É̷̼͇̥͙̦̯̐̑̎
Visions.
Felis saw himself die a thousand deaths in the span of a second. He saw his guts torn apart and fashioned to a noose from which he was hung. He saw millions of maggots worm their way out of his body, eating him from within. He saw himself buried alive, cut to pieces, burnt a the stake, thrown into the cold expanse of space. He saw himself executed by the guillotine, banished to an eternity in solitude, crushed under the weight of a hundred mountains, drowned at sea. Every vision came with a promise, there was no escape, there was only death for eternirt. He was dead, he was dead, he was dead he was dead he was deadhewasdeadhewasdeadhewasdeaḏ̸͛e̶̟̔a̷͚̎d̴̜̑dḏ̸͛e̶̟̔a̷͚̎d̴̜̑ḏ̸͛e̶̟̔a̷͚̎d̴̜̑ḏ̸͛e̶̟̔a̷͚̎d̴̜̑ḏ̸͛e̶̟̔a̷͚̎d̴̜̑d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛d̵̗̟͔̤̎ë̷̬͚́ȧ̵̰͈̆̄d̴̫͖̼̖͛
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̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅd̴̨̢̨̛͎͙̩̥̲͍̭͈̜͉̱̻̰͙̝̳̭̥͓̪̥͕̼̹̝̥̩̠͌̽̎̉̈͗̎̅̆̈́͋̇͗͌͊̃̓̇̀̽̉̈͊̅͜͜͝͝ͅę̴̡̢̨̜͖̲͍̺̯̦͙̫͚̦̭̯͙̤̼̬̤̭̜͚͖̹̪͚͈̬̈́̌̀͐ͅͅa̴̛͚̩̣̻͕̮̬͇̠̘͇̮̙̖͉͈̮͗̀̐́d̵̡̨̨̡̨̢̧̡̻̗͈͔͈̘̖̝̜̦̻̺̫͈̖̫̱̪̹̠̣̭̺̣̤̖̤̤͉͔̍͛̎̍͒̄̊̈̋̆̆̓̾̈́̎͗̄̏͠ͅ
When he came to, he was lying in a pool of his own vomit. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cower in fear, but an otherworldly force pulled him back to his knees, to face the wrath of an angry god.
“A-Aken.” Felis wheezed looking for his partner. But he found no solace in the ghost. His partner stared at Giratina in fear, ghostly tears leaking down his face that bubbled and cursed the very around him. A glance at Remi showed the same, he was alone.
He wanted Arun.
Ề̷̡̜́ ̵̨̢̛̠͚̦̹̯̫̿̌͗̑̋͑̿V̴̛͕ͅ ̶̪̽̍ͅȨ̵̼̼̗͑̒̓̅͒͛̂͠ ̸̫̘͂̚͝N̵̦̍͌̐̑́̕ ̵͉͎͇̞̳̮͈̿͂͠ ̴̹̭̯̳͠ͅB̵͍̣͇̗͉͆̋̀̐ ̵͙͌̍͌̇̀̒Ơ̷̰̳̄̕ ̶̣̩͕̾̌͂̐͗̓͝Ú̵̧̖ ̴̢̮̺̩̜͎͙̊̓͛͆͒̑͜͝N̷̟̻̲̾̈́̐͗̉̚ ̷͖̺̰̹͒D̴̡̜̫͈͐̾̄̓ ̸̗́̂̓͐̊̄̌̒ ̸̨̡̣͙̟͕̟̫̋͗̒̎̈́̀
̵̲̝͇̏̌͌̐̾ ̴̭̠̖̤̂͌͂̔̃̊͝ ̶̫̠͚̯̋ ̸̥̏͛͆̃ ̵̲̯̦̰̬͛̈́͌͂̊͆̀͜ͅ ̵̨̢̖̣͇̞̂͊̎̓̂̂̕͠Ĩ̷͍̟̺̹͛́̈́̎̽ͅ ̸̧̫̻̦͐͛̏̌ ̶̨͇̰̲̹̻̬͐̎ ̶̟̀͒̓̋͂͗̂͝L̴̛͖̜̥̿ ̸̮̬̐͘͜͜I̷̡͍̺̖̫̹̪͚̅ ̵̮͓͎̯͙͓͇͇̐V̴̧̩̟̼͓̮͑̈́͐ ̷̨̯̗̤̫͓́Ė̴̞͚̆ ̵̘͖̜̪͖͗͂̍̈͝ ̴̜̪̈́͐̊͜ͅ ̷̻̪͈̻͔̲͉͚̆̾̓̋ ̸̨̩̼̬͋̂͘͝F̴̘̙͉̌͂̈́ͅ ̶̢̝͎̒̊̓́͂O̶͎̿͂̉́́̔̓̐ ̷̧̘͉̜̮̼̲̈́̉R̸̨̲͉̟̳͐̅́̋̄
̶̨̢̛̫̻̞͚͓́̇̅͛̚M̸̯̙̈́̐ ̷̺͓̂̽͊̔Y̶̘͎̻͓̘̆̒
̶̨̢͈̓̀̂̀̎̔͂
̶̬̱̋̔̍̈́̅̈́͝ ̷̞̣̩̤̍̃͌͆͛̽̈̓ ̶̭̤͂̓̿̀͘͜ ̵̮̉ ̷͖̄͐́̔͗̎̃ ̴͍̠̤̣̮̩͈̎̊̂͐̎ ̸̩̜̙̩͓̤͈͉̑̔̃̌̂͒͝D̶̨̨̗̺̰͋ ̸̢̨̛̘̠͒̅̏́̌͜Ư̷̡̻̤͖̪͛̌̎̒͊̇ ̶̹̤͓͇̖̤̞͎̽͐̆̏̎̐͝͝T̴̙͇̫̽̓̊́̂͗̃͘ ̴̗̗̞̬͆̒͋̉Y̷̛̳͖̘͙̘̳͋̔͗̎͠
More visions assaulted Felis’s mind. The sight of 8 billion souls, the screams of the damned as they were used to fuel the birth of a new god. The beginning of Giratina, born as a maelstrom of chaos. It was EVERYTHING. It was NOTHING. It had memories it had not lived yet, it loved siblings that did not exist yet. The pain of being harvested, of being siphoned as the raw power of chaos was harnessed by greedy little ants who thought themselves gods.
The looks on their faces when the trio had birthed their own father.
Felis cried out in shock, screaming as memories of a battle broke reality into a thousand different pieces, The greedy humans searching for escape in over a thousand different universes. Giratina would not let them, its siblings would not let them. It’s father would not let them.
They were lambs to the slaughter. Hunted down like rats as their havens were destroyed one by one, some sealed away forever, others wiped from existence…all save this one. Clever humans, stupid humans, brave humans, foolish humans.
W̵̨̦͙̝̓̎́̈͌̌́̕ ̸͙̩̝̪̲̦̄̈̃̾͛̐͘ͅỠ̶̧̞̤͆͗̇̑͊̕ ̵̭͖̫̌̽͋Ṛ̸̪̑͆̔̆̇̋͜ ̵͉̓͛͛̍͌̓̚̚D̷̥͂̿̓̋̑̚ ̸̡̛͙̮̩̦̞͙̭͐̄͑̀͂͝͠S̶̭̲̽͌́͐ ̷̨̨̰̜̼̠̺͇̏͌̾̄̀̌͛͝ ̴̱͕̋͋͐͛͌̄̚͜ ̷̺̪̣̥͍̜̬̠̏͗͋̿̈́̀ ̸̨̑̊W̶͇͎̙̓̈̚͘ͅ ̶̥̇I̷̢̤̥͈̲͌͂̓ͅ ̶̡̳̗͓̭̝̻̐͗̆́͘͝Ḷ̵̨̘̥̫̣͆̇̃̈́ͅ ̸͔̭͚͔͚͎̞̌̀ ̴̛̗͋͋L̶̜͍̦̖̩̖͑͊̔̎͠ ̷̗͎̣̰̝̭̮͙͗̚ ̵̠̤̠̜͖̓̎̈́ ̴̻̩͎̏̄̀͊͒Ǹ̴̬̺̻̟͊Ó̶̹̲̭̣̰̂̎̇̅̔̚͝ͅ ̷̻̠̠̻̼̔̈́ ̷̢̭̳̠̘̣̫̈̐̀̿͝͝ ̷̢̨̖͍͔͈̮͗̓̎̾͌̌͜͠T̴̹̀͒
̷͈̐̄͛̑͝ͅ
̸̖̤̻͋̽͋ ̶̨̯̳̀͛͋̈́̋ ̴̤̻̰̣̝͚̊ ̵̬͉̗̀͒̏̒̈́̆S̷̻̣͇̅ ̵̲̩̣̖̱̦͖̋͛͘͘ ̵̘̻͊̆͌̕͜͝A̴̧̬̮͖͓͈̍͌ ̸̟͇̊V̴̧͉̪̫̱͑ ̸͕̠̆̚E̵̬̲̮͕̫͎̔̑́̒͆͆͜͠͝ ̶̩͕̆̒ ̴͓̞̘̹̗͇̈́̔ ̵̼̙̭̗͊͂̈́͗̆̚͠ ̶̘̻̠̓́͗̈́̔̚͝͠T̷̡̪͎̝̤̼̋͒̐͐̈́͂Ḧ̵̛̺͚̃̐ ̷̱̭̼̻͚̉͘͝Ě̴̡̨̢̜̥̜͚͜ ̶̘̦̖̔Ē̵͙̗
̵̖͎͔̬̜̋
̷̨̠͖͍͖͎͚́̓͜Y̸̠͎͍͆͑͆͐̍̕͠ ̵̪̮͕̐̀̇͊͊̅͘͜ͅO̴̱͎̔͛ ̷͉̗̇̉͊Ȕ̵̢̢̖̳͓̯̻͒̐̂̐͋̉͆ͅ ̵̳̬͇̍ͅ ̸̢͍͚̤̺̱͊̌̂͂̽̎͂̄ ̴͚͙͎̆̒ ̶̧̨̡̝͙̠̪͊̇W̷̟̰̬͘ ̶͚̣͍̱̱̼̼͒́̉̕ͅÍ̶̘̜̣̔́̑̄̚ ̴̬̰̮̱͉̜̌̊̓̕̕L̴̹͖͇͙̤̱̀̀͊́͒̂̕͠ ̶̛̜̟͎̲̜͓̓͑̈́͛̈̚ͅL̶̢͎̘͕͓̹͍̩̂̑̈́̄͌̓ ̶̙̟̌D̴͕̪̟̳̅͗͜I̶̙͉̳̓͊͑̀̾͜͠͝Ẻ̴̡̞̣
̵̮͎̰̯̬͉̒̿̆͑̓̀
̷̪͑̓͐͂L̴̟͙͔͈͚̼̈̊̈̇͛͜ ̴̢͚̣̻͔̩̥̖́͠I̷̛͉̤̼̫̲͎͗̓͋̄͘ ̸̩͂̈́̇̾̐̿̕͠K̷̛͓̯̻͊̈̏̕ ̷̢̮̲̩̜͕̄̋̿̋̇̐̈É̷̢̘̫ ̷̨͙̯͈̘̥̗̲̀̑̿͝ ̸̧͉͉͍̟̅̑͑͌̀͊ ̶͕͓̗̏̓̈́̌̀͋̌ ̴̖͙̑̾͌̆͘͠ ̷̘͇͚̞̑ͅ ̴̨̛̹̪͚̩͒̇́̿̅͝ ̸̰̀͌́ ̶̠̮̣͈͉͇̋̄̈́̚͜͜ ̸̡͇͉̯̙̜͚͍̄ ̴̰̏͑͆̑̍̑̕̚ ̵̪͕̮̻͓̜̄͗́̇̔̃̄ ̴̡̮͔͖̝̖͊̉̐̋͠ ̴̦̻͓̏͐̅̓̋ ̵̨̙͚͉̲͔̆Ţ̵͓͚͈͕͓͓̤̌͆̕ ̴̼͉͑H̷͓̰̣̏͐̀̾͝͝ͅ ̴͙̮̺̏́͘ͅÈ̵̡̩̌̏̾͒̀̚ ̶̢̛̼͇̬͓͓̍͛̾͠ ̶̗͕͒͝ ̶̩͕͛ͅ ̷̨̛͓͔̪̀ͅ ̸̗̣̿̅͛͘͝ ̴̨̞̰͍̩͖̳͉͑ ̶̛̟̫ ̷̡̫̊̏̚͝ ̵̧̳͍͉͙̎ ̴̩͙̫̄̀͆̎̾̕͜͠R̵͓̖̻̣̗̞̍̓̎̂̄ ̵̧̫̥̭̃̓͜Ë̷̲͇́ ̸̝̓͐͂̒Ŝ̶͓̠͚̞́͂̈́̽͐̐ ̵̣̻͓̊̌̕̕͜T̶̨̼̹̩͊́̑͘
THEY TRICKED ITS SIBLINGS, ITS FATHERS. THEY USED THEIR FILTHY WORDS TO TURN THEM AGAINST IT. GIRATINA WOULD NOT BE FOOLED, NOT WHEN IT HAD SPENT OVER A HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS AS THEIR SLAVE. WHAT DID THEY NOT UNDERSTAND? THEY WERE WEAK! THEY DESERVED DEATH!
He saw someone…no, he saw Ivan. He saw Ivan along with a dozen others, kneeling before shining figures. He heard the scream of a thousand dying worlds, of a billion supernovas as Giratina continued its conquest. They must die, THEY MUST DIE
̷͇̽̀̂͗͠ ̷̢̡̳͔̞̠̽͂̀̚͝ ̶͓̰̰͎͙̪̽̈͘ ̶̡̹͙̦͔̞̩̍̈́͂̓ ̷͕̬̉̄ ̶̦̉͊́̊̓̊͆ ̶̦͇̜̺̺́̐͝͝ ̸̦͉̱̀̔͛͘͜͠ͅ ̸̡̣̻̗̳͙̋̆̍̓̋͝ ̶̰͋̍̽́̈Y̶̢̹̞͔̗͕̽̔̋̈́͗ ̴̨̪͕͓͎̬̤͚̈́̂Ǫ̶̖̟̭͔͙̃̎̍̿̋ ̴͕͖̪̦̲̪͂̂̍̄U̵͕̜̝̾̀̅̋́̈́͘͝ͅ ̵͕̰̎͊̊̆̎̎̐ ̸̨̩̥̭͇̏̉̂͑͛͘ ̷̻̮̬̈́̍̃̂̾͜ ̷̻̺̬̮̭͂̋͊̚͝͝ ̵̦͛͋A̶̝̘̔̈́̋̈́̊͘͜͠ ̵̥̂̊̋́̎́R̸̺̳̦̟̤̖̜̎́͒͗͘ ̴͍̻̉̓́̃͛̈̿ͅȨ̵̛̹͈̙̖̝͓̑̀̀̎͂̍̕ ̶̨̩̭̺͖̫̓̏͜ ̶̧̩̼͉͎̫̥̍̿̈́͆̏͛̒͠ ̷̦̱͉͇͓͇̽̂ͅ ̴̢̡͓͔͇͂́̃̒̑̚N̸̛̙̳̈́̽͝ ̵̡͙̞̃͒̍̃O̷̡͙̓̂̾ ̶̡͇̹̦̯͉̯̓̃͑́̀̿̅͆ͅT̸̺͛͊
̵̡͔̗͈̤͇͉̃
̷̢̰̲͐̇̀̐̋͝
̷̮̺̜̩̜̺̜̈́̕͜͠Ơ̶̧̥̥͚̿͝ͅ ̷̧̭͖̫̗͑̎͠ͅU̸̼̥̤̖̠̼͉̻͋̏̄̇̓͛͝͝ ̵͇̮͓̏͜͠Ŕ̸̡̛̦̲̱̩̤͖̮͐̌̂̚͠ ̴̲̳̒͛͂ ̴̜̖͉̬̺͔͖͇͊͗̽̚͝ ̸̢̬̼̤͍͕́́ ̸̞̮̭͍͔̠͋͋ ̸̨̰̯̫̤͊̎̀̆͗͒ ̴̨͓̔̎̈͠Č̸̯̟͚̖̓̓͂R̵͈̺̰͓̂̓́̎́̂́̊Ę̴̛̜̳͉̬͙͛̆̈́̑̕͝͠Á̴̡͔̳̜̹͍̉̾̽̋ ̴͇̦̱̖̺͉̓̾̒̚̚͝T̵̟̱̪̙̖̃͊̈͘͘͝I̷̢͚̤͎̎̊̎́̓͂ ̸͉̝̮̳̗̩̥̙̽̉͘͠Ǭ̴̛̯͚̞̩͕͗́͂ ̷̛̮̹͙̰̳̔̋̆͆̅N̴̛̗̼̲͂̆
̷̛̮̖͇͐̈́̍͠
̴̧͌͊Y̵̡̢̛̛̯̬͓͖̖̯͗̈́̋͆̆͊ ̷̛̻͗̍̈́̅͋̃̚͜Ȏ̶͚͐ ̷̛̙͖͉̋̔Ǔ̶̗̠̳̱͗ ̷̦͇̲͓́̊ ̴̞̘̟͇̝͎̞̄̌̍̄̎̃ ̶̭͖͉̬͈̉̑̉͛͌́̇W̴̩͙̥̘͍͖͚̬̏̂̈́ ̵̛̠̝̗̜͋͗͗̎͒I̷̢̧̦̫̊̍̃̿̚͘͠ ̶̙̪͎͐̇̅̚̕͝ͅḺ̵̟̮͓̝͈̈̍̊͆ ̶̢̘̘̰̝̼̲͊̑̿͘L̸̙̣̗̝̂̒̈́̿ ̶̞̲̈́͝ ̷̫̞̼̣͎͉̪̀̅̅̋̈̾̕͠ ̸̟̬̹̫̇͘ ̴̺̰͙̲͎̺̙̻̏́̓̾̓̋ ̶̠̐ ̶̝̆̎̋ ̸̧͎̣̥̮̂̈́ ̶̮͎͔̱̲̈ ̵̪͉͓͔͎̪͇̄͗͑͒͠ ̷̧͉̻̘̲̎͛͐̇̈́́ ̶̡̅͆ ̸̳̤̤̝̒̏ ̵̻̈́̌̌̊̽ ̴̖̘͆̎̇͊̈̋ ̷͔̘̜̣̞̩͑̏ ̶͓͓̰͈̾͗̃ ̵͙̹̺̋ ̵̢̧̱̤͓͔̞͋͂͗ ̵̜̇̎̔ ̷͍̠̝̳͚͎͗̄̾͋̈͂̚ ̸̣̥̘̩͈̟̹̙́́͆̕͘͝D̵͖͕͖̻̔͊ͅ ̵̥̳͙̩̜̞̑́̾͊̄̇̔͜͝I̸̡͚̜̮͎̣͊ ̸̰͈͍̝̬̽̇̔̒Ę̷̛̺̩̗̙̩̬͌́̈́̈́
But the sight of Ivan had bolstered Felis enough to move, and he slammed his hand down into the panel he’d opened previously. His hands wormed through wires as visions of battle against shining figures forced Giratina into the void once more, its rage at betrayal as chains of slavery bound it once more.
With a pained scream, Felis flipped the switch shut, and at once, everything powered down. The shutters began to close, and the invisible pressure around Felis’s shoulders disappeared, leaving him gasping for breath.
“Cyrus…Cyrus needs to know.” Remi breathed.
Felis’s gaze shot to him, “No. No you can’t fucking be serious.”
“This is our big break Felis!” Remi laughed, “Not the red chains, not any of this stupid technology. That. Do you see what that is, Felis!? That’s one of Sinnoh’s Big Three! And it’s fucking bound. It can’t do anything!”
“Did you not fucking see what I saw!?” Felis roared, “What the fuck do you think that will do to us if we accidentally let it go?”
Remi seemed taken aback by Felis’s outburst, “But that’s “if”, I know Cyrus. He’ll be careful, we’ll have a whole team of scientists backing us up, researchers, Pokemon, anything and everything we could want!”
The worst part about what Remi was saying was that it was true. If Cyrus did learn of this place, he would be meticulous about every little thing, until every atom of Giratina was under his control. The thought of Cyrus owning Giratina left Felis pale. Everything would go wrong, Cyrus would win, his and Arun’s Pokemon journey would be over.
He couldn't let that happen.
“It’s too dangerous!” Felis hissed, “We have to leave it behind, or find a way to destroy this facility.”
Now it was Remi’s turn to be angry, his face contorted into anger as he exploded, “Destory!? After everything we went through? This is it, Felis! This is the big break you kept convincing me to hold back on. We found it! Why are you hesitating!”
“Because it is a power that you cannot even begin to fathom to understand!”
“And you could?”
“YES! I fucking can!” Felis snarled. The bombs, the nukes that wiped away his whole world was nothing compared to that monster. The life of 8 billion people held in the hands of a few. It would be the old world again, the powerful controlling the lives of the weak, and Felis was weak. If Cyrus got his hands on Giratina it would be they who suffered, because he was powerless to stop whatever came their way.
It couldn’t happen. It would not happen.
“Remi, listen to me.” Felis begged, desperately trying to get him to see reason, “Power corrupts. Giratina is not power, it is absolute power. And absolute power corrupts absolutely. None of us will be safe Remi, not you, not your brother, not me. You have to understand Remi, please.”
“Gira–you know its name.” Remi whispered. “YOU KNOW IT’S NAME!”
“Yes! I fucking know it’s name, but that’s not impo-”
“Fuck you! It knew you. It was looking at you! Not at me, not at your Pokemon, you! Why!? Why was it looking at you!”
“I don’t kn-”
“LIAR!” Remi screamed, the man ran forward, Felis's exhaustion, coupled with his wiry frame did nothing to stop Remi as the man managed to land atop him, his knees pinning down his arms painfully to the floor.
“Tell me!” Remi shouted, his hands wrapping around Felis’s neck, “I knew you were suspicious! I knew it! What the fuck are you! How do you know so much about the big three!? How did you know about Galactic’s operations!?”
No, no no no no no! It wasn’t going good. His arms screamed in pain, he couldn’t move them. He had leg room, he had to time his escape, he had to do something.
“Remi." He wheezed, "I meant what I said about journeying together.”
For the briefest of seconds, Remi relaxed, and Felis moved. Driving his knee upwards he forced Remi to lean over him, freeing his arms from capture. With his free hands he drew his baton, driving it into Remi’s gut before he could react.
The Galactic doubled over, and Felis shoved him to the side. Scrambling to his feet he kicked Remi away, both of them breathing hard as they stared at each other.
“Listen to me!” Felis shouted, “Think about what would happen if Cyrus gets his hands on Giratina, think! What if it breaks free? What if someone steals it? There are a thousand possibilities that don’t end in our favor, so don’t! Fucking! Risk it!”
It was too soon. It was too soon! It should have just been the red chains. Why couldn’t anything be easy for him? Why did Felis have to fight tooth and fucking nail for every shred of normalcy? Everywhere he looked he saw the threat of unstoppable power ruining his life.
Unstoppable…unstoppable power. If…If Giratina were his–
“You can’t know that!” Remi argued back, snapping Felis out of his thoughts, “This could mean a new age for Sinnoh! Our region will stop being a fucking joke! Everyone will take us seriously! We could wipe away Astrai! Chronos! Nothing can stop us!”
“Listen to yourself man, come on! Listen to what you sound like! What the hell would your brother say?”
Remi bit his lip, the clear war in his thoughts clear as day. Felis needed to push more, he needed to appeal to reward, to greed once more.
“Let’s take back the Red Chains.” Felis pleaded, “Let’s take them back and forget about Giratina. You don’t know what we’ll be doing by unleashing it, please.”
Remi looked from the baton, to Felis, to the window that was barely open. He had to know, he had to see.
“...Fine.”
Remi’s fingers twitched, the briefest of movements that had him try to clean his fingernail, only to stop halfway.
Lie.
Lie.
Cyrus would know. Cyrus would know and he’d know Felis tried to stop him. They’d be killed before they could even do anything. No, worse. Likely he and Arun would be tortured until every shred of information was pulled from their brains, then left discarded to rot. They had no friends here, and Galactic controlled their ID. Once they were gone...that was it, nobody would care to look for them.
“We have to be better, this time Pran.” Arun’s voice echoed.
They wouldn’t get to be better. His dream, their dream, the chance to live free, to be unbeholden to the laws that bound them in their previous life, the freedom and opportunity to be whatever they wanted, to build a future for them.
It would all be gone.
It couldn’t happen.
It couldn’t happen.
Pranav drew his knife.
There was an undulating hum in Pranav’s ears as cold eyes stared at Remi. “You…no.” The man whispered, his eyes wide. His hands reached for his Pokeball, and Croagunk arrived on the field.
“He won’t save you, Remi.”
The Grunt’s partner arrived, bleeding profusely, wounded from over a dozen cuts as bleary eyes tried to hone in on Pranav. Even wounded as it was, it looked ready to fight, ready to die for its master. Pranav’s own eyes trailed to Aken, who watched him wide eyes. He shook his head at his partner, a silent command to stay still.
He dashed forward, adrenaline giving him a second wind as he rushed the pair. Croagunk attempted to strike him, but Pranav easily dodged, priming the stun baton and shoving electricity that could kill a grown man thrice over into the Frog Pokémon. It let out a pained screech, grasping onto the baton and managing to snap it in two before collapsing unconscious.
“...Croagunk?” Remi whimpered.
He tossed the broken baton to the side, keeping his knife hand at his side.
“But…but we saved you.”
“You did.” Pranav nodded.
“We had a deal.”
“We did.”
Remi tried to run.
Tried.
“HELP!” He screamed, as Pranav tackled him to the ground, “Somebody! Hel-ARGH!”
It wasn’t clean work. It was the work of a desperate man, too scared to face the consequences of his ambitions. The knife went in and out, in and out. He stabbed at every exposed point, ripping away Remi's knife as the man suddenly remembered he had weapons of his own. He stabbed at his hands, his legs, his stomach, his chest. He stabbed over and over again, painting himself and the room in blood. He stabbed to the tune of strange humming and Remi’s cries for help. A desperate kill, a coward’s kill.
It was only when Remi stopped fighting back did Pranav stop his bloody work.
“S…S..top.” A dying Remi wheezed, “Stop.”
Pranav swallowed thickly. It had been some time since he’d killed. He’d figured it should have been easier for him. He’d reacted less before. Maybe it was because he thought could be someone new, someone who wasn’t Pranav. But Felis was just a name, he could wear all the names he ever wanted, it wouldn’t change who he was.
He was Pranav. He was a coward. He was selfish. He was a parasite.
“Please.” Remi whimpered, clutching at something around his neck, “C-carlos.”
Pranav knelt, ripping the chain from the dying man’s hands. It was a picture, a younger Remi carrying a kid around his shoulders. He was smiling brightly with Croagunk at his side, the three looking as happy as could be.
“I’ll make sure he’ll be alright.” Pranav said, levelling the knife under Remi’s chin.
"F...fuck...you" Remi said, gripped at his Uniform, smearing it even more with bloody fingers. "M..mon....ster. Stay...awa-"
Pranav didn’t let him finish, shoving the knife up into his skull, watching as the light disappeared from his eyes.
He stood alone, and with a start he realized the humming about his ears wasn’t a hum, but laughter. He turned to the window, where just the briefest cracks revealed eyes curled up in glee.
Giratina was laughing at him.
Pranav blacked out.