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Pokémon Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Liberators of Fate

Namohysip

Dragon Enthusiast
Staff
Partners
  1. flygon
  2. charizard
  3. milotic
  4. zoroark-soda
  5. sceptile
  6. marowak
  7. jirachi
Boy, I had a bit more to say on this one, so this'll be just chapter 34. Things are getting pretty interesting...

Did they really just let Lance through the forest of the dead after explicitly saying it's a bad idea? How fast is he?! I had the impression he just walked in or something. Meganium trying a Grass Knot or similar to try to stop him might have been a good way to indicate some further resistance that Lance outran or something. At least then we can be super sure about his bad decision making

Ah and there we go. This is a interesting forest... One that takes into account the people they've killed, perhaps? Does that mean Brian will also be seeing visions of this nature?

Ah yep, there it is! Though I'm not sure what the crystal is here. At first I thought maybe it would be yveltal or Giratina or some other canon or fanon association with death, but a crystal can make me think only of Necrozma. Nightmares could also suggest Darkrai.

Anyway, that was a nice sequence. I kind of wish there was more to explore with those corpses or just what it meant, but it's hard to tell what the full purpose was. I guess we will see with the next chapter.
 

Namohysip

Dragon Enthusiast
Staff
Partners
  1. flygon
  2. charizard
  3. milotic
  4. zoroark-soda
  5. sceptile
  6. marowak
  7. jirachi
And now chapter 35, as far as I'll go for the reviews for Blacklight, though do expect me to be returning to this story soon once I have other obligations taken care of...

This was another one where I had a lot to say! These past few chapters in the Forest of Death have been very eventful, and it seems like it had reached its end for the arc as well. Some thoughts on how that ended off as I read through...

It was a very interesting dream sequence! It definitely seemed like a test of resolve, didn't it? I do wonder what Necrozma's place in the pantheon is, all things considered. It's rare for him to be presented as a benevolent being most of the time. He could be lying, or he could have been outcast or sealed away for one reason or another. I have a feeling that Lance wound up here for a reason, though; it doesn't feel like it was completely a coincidence.

It seemed that all three of them had done it. Interesting to see something of a Deus ex Machina (in a more literal sense) for their relationship issues, so to speak. Necrozma certainly must see Morgan as a peculiarly bad threat if he wanted to step in and have these three sort themselves out, get a mental power up, and go out with more power than before.

The real question is why the disciple of Xerneas dislikes this forest, if Xerneas is on the good side.
I don't know if we can trust Necrozma to be totally benevolent here. Or if it's some kind of rivalry? Not out of the question for there to be several mortally gray or black factions at play here.

Lance emerging with a serene expression was quite the sight. It seemed like quite an extreme shift, something I'd usually see at the end of a story, but there still seems to be a lot more to go. How long will that last, I wonder? Or maybe it's one of those more temporary power boosts before reality catches up to him and he has to calm himself before the berserk hits... That's my guess, anyway.

Still, a very nice chapter to cap off the Forest of Death arc, I think. Good job on it, and thanks for the read~
 
Dungeon 47 - Search

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 47 - Search


A jazzy song played inside a pub. The place had nothing but the open windows to give it any sort of light, but the Pokémon inside didn't seem bothered by it. On the side of the counter stood a Mienshao, scrubbing a cup clean while eyeing his customers.

Just then, the door opened, revealing an Electivire wearing a fedora and a large backpack. The electric-type walked inside slowly, but his footsteps thumped loudly as he approached the Mienshao.

"Hey there, partner. I would like your best beer, how's about it?"

"Of course, I'll bring it to you right away, sir."

The boss did say I was free to research the stones, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun while I'm at it, he grinned while waiting for his drink. To pass the time, Max took a look at his surroundings, trying to see who looked more suspicious.

Although he couldn't tell right away if they were shady, Max managed to spot a Crabominable, a Barbaracle, and a Sandslash. Out of the three, the third one looked back at Max with a snarl.

Charming, he sighed and focused back on his drink, having just arrived. He took a single sip and nearly coughed. "Blergh. This tastes like piss."

"What're you talking about?" Mienshao asked, crossing his arms, quirking a brow. "I ain't takin' shit from nobody."

"Personal taste." Max shrugged. "This might surprise you, but I'm not here to complain about your booze. Just wanna ask a few things."

Mienshao glared. "And what if I don't wanna answer 'em?"

"Then you might wanna talk to the hand instead," Max raised his right arm, enveloping it in pure electricity.

"...What do ya want?"

Great, just what he wanted to hear! With a chuckle, Max gulped down a large sip of beer and sighed in relief, now eyeing Mienshao directly. His smirk looked like it could kill, somehow.

"Pretty simple, pardner," he replied. "...I've heard that in this fine town there have been rumors about some pretty nasty stones… rainbow-colored gems. And I'm here to collect 'em."

Mienshao's expression changed from neutral to surprised, and then to scared as his face began to pour sweat, and he tried to back off slowly.

Clearing his throat, Max snarled. He waved dismissively, but his fingers had a small crackle of electricity around them. "Hey there, fella. I asked you a question, you better answer it."

Not just Mienshao, but the trio in one of the tables turned to look at Max. They were all snarling at him, but he paid them no mind. As long as he got his answer, it should be fine.

"W-Well, it ain't something we can just tell ya," Mienshao said, gulping. He was growing more nervous, and his face was now drenched in sweat. His body refused to move, no matter how much he wanted to run away.

"Tell me, or I swear I'll throw you through the roof." Max alerted, suddenly standing up. "I'll even be nice and count to three! How's about it?"

"I-I don't know! I-I'm tellin' the truth, the one who deals with this is the sheriff!" Mienshao stuttered, pleading with Max not to hurt him.

Max chuckled and shrugged. "See? Now that was easy, wasn't it?"

Now done with what he went there to do, Max promptly left the pub.


Heavy footsteps echoed across a grassy road, where a carriage pulled by a Tauros charging with great speed could be seen. The bovine let out puffs out steam from his nostrils as he ran, approaching a town that was already visible, albeit only part of it.

Dexter poked his head out the window to take a look before going back inside the vehicle. "Seems like it'll take a while fer us to get there."

"This takes me back…" Brian whispered, looking at his side to see Meggie. His thoughts, however, drifted back to the day his brother and he had moved out, and were in a similar carriage.

"Why didn't we use transport like this during the mission with the other team?" Meggie asked, a mix of playfulness and frustration at her voice.

"I think Lance said he didn't want to risk other 'mons' lives, since that was a dangerous mission."

The weasel yawned. "Ye two do ye. I be enjoyin' the trip. 'Ow long 'til we get to Cydonia?"

Brian pulled a backpack from his back and zipped it open, grabbing a map. He pointed at a dot and slowly raised his finger until the left part of the chart, tapping another dot. "Third day of our trip, so four more days? Maybe three if we're lucky."

He stopped to put the map back in his bag and soon sighed, clutching it. What awaited him and his friends? Maybe good things. Hopefully good things. And the long-awaited reunion.

Suddenly, his hand felt much colder. Brian snapped back to reality as he noticed Meggie holding onto him, and found himself holding in return.

"Meg, I… I don't know what to say. I-I… thanks."

"Hey," she answered. "Don't think I need to tell you, but I really… appreciate you. Really, I do. I… I think I—"

The carriage stopped as they heard the Tauros puffing again. "We've arrived!"

Meggie sighed, opening the door and stepping out alongside her teammates. They were in an open grassy meadow, next to a farm, and right at the end of their field of view they could see lots of rustic buildings, neatly preserved by the population.

"This should be our last stop before we cross the seas," Brian said, shivering a little at his last word. "...I'm already hating the idea."

Dexter chuckled, touching his hips. "Y'know, when I said I wanted to see the world, this here wasn't what I 'ad in mind. Already seen me share o' water."

"Boys, behave!" Meggie chastised them. Her eyes suddenly sparkled. "Brian, I've heard this town has some nice flowers. Will you be a gentlemon and show me around?"

He flushed and looked away. "S-Sure, we can spend a day here, and tomorrow we'll look for a boat to take us."

"Since we be 'ere, I might as well search fer somethin' to me," the weasel retorted. "Be we free to enjoy our time 'ere, Cap'n?"

"Aye, aye," Brian said, watching Dexter run into town with a sigh.


Max used the hat to cover his eyes after he left the bar, and instantly thanked himself for the idea, as a sandstorm brewed outside. It didn't hurt him, but it sure was annoying, like the sand on his feet. Geez, why did it had to be this town, specifically?

"Now to find the sheriff," he said, coughing up sand. Blergh. Note to self: don't talk out loud!

His fur bristled in the wind, and as the large ape-like Pokémon walked, he turned around right as a Crabominable tried punching him, only for Max to block the attack with his own fist, their clash equal in power.

"Whit did ye want wi our barkeep? Ye're shady as fuck!"

"Says the guy that attacked in the middle of a storm!" Max snarled, charging electricity through his arms, forcing his opponent to back away. As he did, Max then cracked his knuckles. "Besides, I just wanted some information! Is that really bad?"

A blur passed through Max, and though he managed to dodge the attack, it had managed to hit his cheek, making it bleed.

"It is whan ye dinnae respect our traditions!" The attacker revealed himself to be the Sandslash from before, who licked the blood off his claw.

"Sounds stupid," Max deadpanned. "Again, I'm just getting info! Can't a guy be curious for once?"

He heard thumping; the Barbaracle was behind him as well. Three against one, what were the odds of him winning this one? Probably very few, but they didn't need to know that.

"Well, hou's aboot we teach ye a lesson?" Sandslash snarled. "A micht no e'en neit these guys!"

"Nice accent, did you find it in a book or something?" Max taunted, fists clenched.

"Bitch!" Sandslash dove in, charging towards Max.

Contrary to what his size would dictate, the electric-type was agile, and managed to jump backwards to avoid a slashing attack. Right then, Max dug his hand on the sand and, just as Sandslash noted his foiled attempt, threw it on his face.

What resulted was a temporary blindness that served to Max's advantage, although there were still two other opponents to take care of, but he had devised a plan to deal with them already.

Crabominable was the first to run towards him, and Max noted how his adversary's hand was cloaked in a misty aura. Realizing what that meant, he grabbed Sandslash by his tail and instantly threw him at Crabominable, and the two were further blown back by the impact.

"H-Hah…! That wasn't hard!" Max turned around, panting. "Alright, you big lug! Time to kick your ass too!"

The large rock-type shook his head and instead, backed away from Max, leaving him be, while raising his arms in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Well done," rubbing the sweat off his face, Max smiled. "Now, to find the sheriff."


As he sniffed the salty air this town had, Dexter couldn't help but remember his childhood. Amongst the bad things, there were also good things, he thought. Well, at least he had actual friends now.

Friends who were too slow, as he noticed. He waited for them at the town's entrance, crossing his arms in an attempt to look more angry than he really was. On the inside, he was eager to see them.

"C'mon, y'all! Get 'ere already!"

Brian raised his arm as he walked, giggling. "I'm comin', dude!"

Meggie floated gracefully, covering her mouth with her hands. "Didn't know you were impatient."

"Just 'cause I wanna see what this here town 'as in store fer me!"

With his friends now by his side, Dexter thought about giving them a nice and strong hug, only rejecting the idea because he didn't want to hurt them accidentally.

Brian looked at the town, checking it out. Large buildings stood out to him, as did tons of merchant shops, along with a port. Bystanders who talked with each other gave the place a lively sensation that Brian found, in his own words, "neat".

"Mesmerizin', ain't it?" Dexter grinned, tapping the fox's shoulder. "If it be yer first time, o' course. I've lived in a town like this here, an' I be not impressed."

Brian forced himself to pout. "Aw… well, what do you guys wanna do here?"

"Prolly check the place out!" Meggie said, rushing inside.

Clearly Meggie had to be very energetic about this trip. The boys looked at each other and walked behind their teammate. Brian smiled, his hope that things would be okay grew stronger, or maybe it was just that the company he had was enjoyable. Or both.

It wasn't long until Brian felt someone touching his shoulder, and he instinctively jumped back to look at who did it. The Pokémon, a Greninja, did the same, but had landed on his rear.

"What was that for?!" Brian asked, breathing slowly after the jumpscare.

"S-Sorry mister," Greninja replied, frowning as he got on his feet. "I just wanted to be sure… are you Brian Williams?"

Dexter blinked. "Yer last name be Williams? Nice to know, Goggles."

"...I mean, you could tell me yours, Dexter."

"Rodriguez."

"Huh," he shrugged and looked at the blue Pokémon nearby. "That'd be me. What's up?"

Greninja's eyes sparkled as he got closer, holding both of Brian's paws and shaking them quickly. "Oh! It's a pleasure knowing you, sir! I'm a big fan of your team! And team Hero too, but mostly your team!"

That's a first, the fox gulped.

Meggie wrapped her hand on his shoulder and chuckled. "Oh wow Brian, didn't know you were famous. Guess it took you long enough!"

"Y-Yeah?" Brian blushed. "S-So you know my team, right? It's… uh, nice meeting a fan?"

"Not just a fan! I have a club for you guys!" Greninja eyed Dexter. "Well, except for you, but I didn't know you replaced Lance with him!"

Hearing that, Brian's flustered face turned into a frown. He was able to control himself enough to not punch the Greninja, but still, what audacity!

"He's not a replacement!" Brian protested, huffing.

Dexter flexed a bicep. "Aye, I be just the newest an' sexiest member o' this here team~"

"I'll ignore that," Brian grunted.

The Greninja looked at them for a few more seconds, tilting his head. Then, he smiled. "Well, can I show you guys to my friends! We're big fans, please!"

"Nope," Meggie shook her head right away in denial. "I'm gonna go look for something to buy, you boys handle that. Bye bye~!"

She was gone. Brian grunted again, not really wanting to deal with a fanbase. But Dexter? The weasel was ecstatic about the idea, grinning wildly. Oh boy.


Max sighed in relief, looking at the unconscious bodies of his opponents, and making a mental note to use more restraint next time. And they didn't even give useful intel…

With a grunt, he sighed. Damnit. Wasted too much time with these idiots…

Thinking about this wasn't helping either, so Max covered his face with his large arms and walked amidst the town, taking a few glances here and there. His eyes eventually landed on a Gumshoos that seemed to be approaching him.

"Seems like you had a run in with a few subordinates of mine," he said, raising a brow.

"Oh shit, are you the sheriff?" Max blinked. This was not how he expected the meeting to go.

"You could say that," the Gumshoos sighed. "What do you want? Spill it, partner."

"Been hearing some rumors 'bout a so-called stone in these parts," he clutched his hat, smirking. "And I'm something of a specialist on 'em myself. I need to investigate it."

Maybe talking like that would help. Gosh, this was embarrassing, even for Max. And from how Gumshoos looked disgusted, he must've thought the same.

"A stone. You look like you've travelled a lot, came all this way for a stone?" The sheriff asked, a tint of smugness in his voice.

Max knew better than to tell the entire story about the emeras. "Course. They're very volatile and dangerous. It's for the best that I take 'em out of here."

"Right, right…" Gumshoos crossed his arms, still not convinced. He was suspicious of Max, and obviously the sentiment was mutual between them. "How's about this: I go with you to our lil mine and we investigate this t'gether. What do you say?"

I fuckin' hate this idea, Max kept that thought to himself, no need to raise the animosity there. "...Fine. But don't get in my way, or I'll fry your ass. Got it?"

"I could say the same to you."

"Great!" Anyone could almost see the sarcasm in Max's voice. Oh well, joining forces with the sheriff was the lesser of two evils.

"Follow me," he said, getting on all fours and walking towards the area where the storm was thicker. Max grunted again, going there at a quick pace.


A theater. That Greninja brought them to a theater. In hindsight, calling it a theater would be generous. The place only contained a stage and a few chairs splattered around the ground. What surprised Brian, however, were two kids, a Rockruff and an ice-type Vulpix, who instantly looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes he had ever seen.

Out of the two, the Vulpix wore goggles just like the ones on Brian's head, and the Rockruff had a similar headband to his brother. The Zoroark blinked, not saying a word, just looking.

"Would ye look at that, Goggles? These kids be yer fans!"

"...I-I noticed!" Brian replied, stuttering in his words. The Vulpix ran to his side and looked up in awe, their tails wagging. "H-How are you…?"

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you!" The Vulpix said, sporting a feminine voice. She giggled and opened her mouth to flash a bright smile.

The pup nearby looked around, clearly searching for Lance. Dexter noticed it and got on his knees, looking at the Rockruff.

"Ahoy, matey. I can see ye be lookin' fer Lance, 'e's not 'ere," he said. "Don't ye worry! We're gonna find 'im!"

If the Rockruff was happy from hearing that, Dexter didn't notice it, as the pup simply walked away from him while he was giving the speech.

Greninja picked the two children, holding them in his arms as he looked at them, smiling once more. "Thank you for the visit, these kids… they only have me, and I wanted to give 'em some hope."

Dexter tilted his head, getting more curious. "Really? 'Ow'd ye do that there?"

"I kinda… told them a version of Brian's first adventure," he explained, feeling heat rising up. "S-Sorry, I had to cut some things out… they're very young."

"No worries," the fox replied. So he was a hero to them? That was nice. He always did want to be an inspiration, and he hadn't even tried! "...I can't believe these kids like me!"

"You're pretty famous here." Greninja pointed out, nodding. "Well, at least for me and my friends, we heard about what happened in Bright Dawn. That was pretty heroic of you. Well, taking out the… y'know, with the two steel-types."

Dexter raised his arm."I've 'eard stories too, but now I wanna know more. Can ye tell me more, Tongue?"

Greninja blinked. "T-Tongue?"

"He gives everyone nicknames," Brian sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Let's just get on with this, alright? I wanna hear what you know about my adventures too."

"Okay!" Greninja sat down, letting the kids sleep on his lap while he rubbed their furry heads. "I'm sure Brian's aware, but it started when they travelled to Bright Dawn!"

"Strike one!" Brian chuckled. "Sorry. We didn't travel. Well, technically we did. But we went there to move out. Just wanted to give more details, go on!"

"Right. After they moved out, the two started a new life in the city…"


Meggie wasn't sure why everyone kept staring at her. She wasn't looking weird, was she? Or maybe they saw something that she didn't.

Hey, I hope this means I'm cute.

Hold on. That was a weird thought. From how some of the males and females were blushing, she was sure that was the reason. Of course she was cute. Froslass was a cute species. And she probably was a cute human too. Not that anyone around her would notice.

"Or even knew what a human is."

"Ma'am?"

Snapping back to reality, Meggie found herself near a stand with a Heliolisk beneath a counter, holding a bouquet of blue flowers.

"...This one's on me. My bad!" Meggie held her embarrassment and began to fiddle with her purse for the cash, when she thought about a question. She slowly looked at the Heliolisk. "Hey… can I ask you something?"

"I'm a florist, not your therapist," Heliolisk replied. "...But since you're paying me anyway, spill it."

"What can you tell me about humans?"

Heliolisk scoffed and shrugged. "What is there to tell? Tales for children. Nuthin' more than that."

Being reduced to a myth had somewhat of a badass vibe, but Meggie wasn't really satisfied with what she heard. But hey, at least she was the stuff of legends.

"Cool," she said, completely intending the pun. "What if I told you I'm one, huh? A human! I'm stuck like this, or well… eh, I don't mind."

As she expected, Heliolisk didn't say anything, and looked confused at what he heard. "Ma'am, I'm just a vendor. Please take the flowers and go away."

Reluctantly, she agreed. Meggie floated away, looking at the flowers she held. The conversation went as badly as it could, and she missed an opportunity to learn more about how humans were thought about in this world.

To think that I rejected the offer to go with—Nevermind, dude's a psycho. He got what he deserved.

She sighed, looking up. The sky was clear and there wasn't even a single cloud. Meggie extended a hand towards the neverending sky and closed it. ...I don't even know what I'm doing. Or why I bought these flowers.

While she walked, Meggie saw kids playing. A Trapinch bounced a ball towards an Oddish, while a Roserade and a Flygon watched. They seemed so peaceful, so quiet and calm. Meggie cracked a smile at the scene, and a few petals of the flower flew in the air.

Maybe I made the right decision. Living here is great. The bad things… they don't erase the good things. And the good things don't erase the bad ones. I have a new family here. This… this is where I want to be.

She threw the flower on the ground and smiled. Even if knowing more about humans was hard, she was happy with how things were. With Brian too(although being more intimate with him would be nice too).

"Don't know where the guys are, so… maybe I can find a hotel for us!"


Tracks were splattered on the floor next to the mine's entrance, sustained by a few logs of wood. The darkness inside didn't let anyone see what the place was like, and it could even scare away children.

Max, however, was calm. If it weren't for that darn Gumshoos following him, this would be a piece of cake, or like taking candy from a baby.

"Let's get inside already!" Gumshoos protested, snarling and showing off his fangs. He looked at the entrance, unsealed, but with an eerie tone into it.

The two entered the cave. At first, they failed to see anything in the vast darkness of the mine, but soon, Max heard the cracking noise and a sphere burst with light, held by Gumshoos' paw.

The cave was rocky, and a few carts could be seen. There was no light other than the orb held by Gumshoos, but Max, by squinting his eyes, managed to see something reflecting the light. It was faint, but at the end of the hallway, he saw the characteristic rainbow glow of the emera he was looking for.

"That way." Max stated, walking towards it. Gumshoos raised a brow and followed.

"What do you even want with the stones? If they're so dangerous, I mean."

Why did everyone ask him this? Despite how annoying it was, Max found it a bit charming to answer this exact question.

Max scratched his chin. "Have you ever heard of the phrase "knowledge is power"? It's something I live by. I strive to learn more about the world."

"And you knock out my officers because of this… hunger for knowledge?"

Now this was just plain idiotic. "Can we stop talkin' about your officers? They attacked me first, y'know."

"Doesn't make it right."

"Whatever!" Max shouted, walking faster as to get away from this stupid sheriff. What a prick.

They continued following the room, while Max touched the walls, feeling their rocky surface. Lilith would surely enjoy this. Eh, she's better off with the boss.

He wondered how this mine was built, how much effort it took for it to be done, because it was pretty nicely built. Max sighed, shrugging off these thoughts. He was there for the stones and nothing else.

And speaking of the stones, the two now noticed they were inches away from the reservoir. Max squinted his eyes and whistled at the sight; so many emeras that shined in the light of the orb, reflecting the light and giving the area a nice, rainbow-colored look.

"Tell you what," the Electivire looked back. "There's a lot more than I hoped, so I guess you can keep… let's see. A quarter of it?"

"Fuck off," Gumshoos replied. "I own this town, I deserve at least a half of the emeras."

That would be more than enough for Max, usually. However, he wasn't about to get out of there with his hands empty. And surely not without a big part of the treasure.

He crossed his burly arms, looking at the sheriff. "A third."

"Deal," Gumshoos extended his arm, thumping his tail on the dusty floor.

Max smiled. From what it looked, he wasn't going back without any treasure.


"And then they faced off inside a very hot dungeon!"

Greninja raised his arms in the air, visibly excited to tell this story. The kids he was taking care of had already fallen asleep, and Brian was fiddling with his hookshot. Out of them all, the only one really paying attention to the tale was Dexter.

"Why didn't ye tell me about the story?" Dexter tapped his friend's shoulder. "Goggles, it be real fun! Ye scurvy mons sure be real 'eroes."

Heroes, huh? Brian gulped. The word did have a nice ring to it, but he also heard his brother say how he wasn't a hero, not like Brian was. "I mean… you never asked."

"True," he stuck out his tongue and stretched his arms.

The story was interesting, Dexter thought. He knew more about his friends now. Not everything was good, however. Unlike his friends… Dexter was not a hero. Not even close. How could he compare to them, who risked their lives to help others?

I ain't a 'ero. But why be I only thinkin' about this here now?

Brian waved goodbye to the frog and the kids, before pushing Dexter out of the building. They took another look at the town, enjoying how lively it looked, with merchants in every corner.

"...Goggles."

"Yeah?"

I wanna tell ye somethin', the words didn't leave his mind. Damn it. Off to his second option."Uh, Where be we stayin'? 'Cause I might get some drinks fer ye an' me."

"You're paying for it this time," Brian snorted, showing a genuine smile. "I gotta give it to you, Dexter. I didn't expect you to come with us. I'm surprised, but… happy. So thanks for doing it."

"Really? 'Eh." Dexter flexed his bicep, grinning. "Guess ye think I be a better replacement, then~"

A goofball. That's how Brian viewed the weasel. At least he wasn't alone anymore, and Lance was the only grumpy one. If he was still on the team.

Brian snorted. "Maybe, 'cept you're not a replacement! I think you're a nice guy, and a friend."

"...Thank ye, Goggles."

"Speaking of friends…"

While Brian looked at the town, he saw a familiar Froslass hovering towards the two, and waved in response, waiting for her. Meggie soon arrived, smiling at the fox.

"Hey boys. Found us a hotel! I already booked us, so don't worry."

"Nice," Brian replied, yawning and slightly eyeing Dex. "Guess Meg and I are gonna go there, and you'll grab us some drinks?"

"Don't ye two worry. I'll brin' us somethin' nice," Dexter said with a thumbs up.

"Bring snacks while you're at it!" Meggie giggled, taking Brian's paw and walking away with him. The fox blushed and stuttered a few unintelligible words as they faded into the background.

A lump formed on Dexter's throat while he waved at them. Thoughts he had ignored before were flooding back.

Wonder if I made the right decision by joinin' them. They're pretty important, an' I be just some... replacement.

This journey could help shed some light on this particular issue, Dexter mused. If anything, he was happy to be their friend.

...Friend. Not a 'ero, but a friend.
 
Dungeon 48 - Vendetta

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 48 - Vendetta


At the insistence of Scar, Percival had taken time from his now busy schedule to arrange another meeting with the locals. In the words of his mentor, "show them that our new ruler is a benevolent one".

Percival rose from his now king-sized bed and took a quick glance at his bedroom. The place was larger than what he was used to, and the very air around him smelled regal, noble. The large glassy windows gave him a view of the kingdom he was ruling over. Before he could think more, someone knocked.

"Your majesty, we have your cape and suit ready," a voice from behind the door said. Percival recognized it as Vulcan's. What a joy.

King or not, talking with others was still very much a challenge for him, even with the experience he acquired on the journey to get to the point he currently was. Truthfully, he hated it, but it came with the job.

"I'm on my way." Percival said. Before his day could begin, he decided to do a few stretches, to work up those muscles. Vulcan could wait. Besides, what could he complain about? Percival was the king now.

To start things off, the Lucario laid on his stomach and placed his hands flat beneath his shoulders. Percival stretched, getting more comfortable the more he did it, and after about twenty seconds, he stopped, slowly standing up.

Here goes nothing… with a long sigh, he walked to the door and opened, soon getting out of the way so Vulcan could get inside.

The dragon put down pieces of armor on a table nearby and then showed Percival a large, black cape. Vulcan looked at the king and smiled. "Good morning. Seems like it'll be a long day ahead. Are you sure you're ready?"

Percival picked the clothing, putting them on as he answered. "A little too late for that question, hm? We can't back away from this now."

"That much is true. But there is nothing wrong with asking, eh?" Vulcan hummed. He then looked at Percival's head, a bit confused. "You don't seem to have your crown on."

"I just woke up. I'll put it on before we go," he replied, adjusting the cape on his back.

Vulcan nodded in reply, folding his arms on his back. "Very well. Shall I tell you the schedule for today?"

What came after this was a small chuckle from Percival, followed by a snap of fingers. "First, talk with the royal guard. Now that I am in charge, I would like to see how my knights are. Then, handle the Chewtle situation. After this, we will try to contact other towns in the continent, as a way of gathering allies."

"Well done, my lord," Vulcan got on his knees, bowing down to the Lucario. "I am sure this town will be safe with you in charge."

Getting his ego stroked never felt so good. "Of course. Now… let us properly begin the day."


Right at the entrance to the town, a serpentine Pokémon slinked in. With pristine green scales that shone in the light of the sun, she slithered around, hissing out every so often.

Her body crawled across the grassy floor, and her tail swished. Her small arms barely moved, and she only looked forward, almost as if she was eager to finally arrive in town.

The Serperior stopped in front of two Fraxure guards, who pointed spears at her. She blinked, ready to pounce, but had enough restraint to prevent herself from doing that.

"Can't a lady visit her family in peace?" Serperior asked, hissing at the two dragons.

"Sorry, ma'am." One of them replied. He looked disoriented, and was checking out the snake from top to bottom. His eyes sparkled, imagining many things to do if he was able. The dragon was in his own reality, and if not for his fellow guard punching his arm, he would've stayed like that. "H-Hey!"

"You did that to yourself dude. Anyway… yeah, we're just not used to having visitors," the other one said, looking at the snake. "Maybe it's because of the new king, he's trying to open the border…"

"I don't care about the king. I just want to visit my nana," she rolled her eyes. "Can I go in now?"

She noticed that the staring hadn't stopped, that the Fraxure still set his sights on her. Being objectified like that was disgusting, and oh, how she wanted to maim him on the spot. Except doing it would raise suspicions for her, something she clearly didn't want.

The Fraxure on her left stepped closer. "Hold on, ma'am. Let's not get too hasty. You're really pretty, y'know? So why not slow down and let me take you for a ride, eh?"

"No, thanks." Serperior deadpanned. If only she could cross her stubby arms…

His companion chuckled. "You just got friendzoned, dude. Just let her in. You'll get a mate sometime."

Already sick and tired of that nonsense, Serperior crawled inside the town, leaving the two idiots behind. As she entered, she looked up, seeing the castle in the distance.

I see. So that's where he is now. After all these years… I've finally found him!

A wicked smile spread across the snake's face as she stuck out her tongue, snarling. Venom dropped from her snout into the ground, and she sighed. Serperior gritted her teeth, unable to take her eyes off the castle.

Well, I can't keep him waiting, can I? Time to see what you're made of, king.

Serperior continued to crawl, her rage bubbling inside like hot water. She wasn't letting this chance slip by, not at all. Even if it were the last thing she'd do, she was getting the answers she so desperately sought.

After all, it's not for me. It's for you… sis. You deserve closure. I do too. This is my, no… our chance to get it. And I don't plan to fail.


To properly start his day, Percival had planned a robust breakfast for himself and his allies, and now stood in the dining room, ready to begin. To have a meal fit for a king, as a certain Zoroark would say, if he was there.

Joining him were Scar and Lilith, who positioned themselves on the large table, while Percival stood up with his head up high. Things were going fine, and he felt like the day was going to be a good one.

"Very well. Let's begin this, shall we?" Percival snapped his fingers and in a second a bunch of Fraxure entered the area, holding silver plates. The Lucario then extended both of his arms, like he tried to hold on to his two teammates there. Scar looked at him and nodded in silence, while Lilith waved at him.

"Greetings, my loyal subjects. I hope the breakfast I present to you is enjoyable, and I have requested that my chefs prepare the best their abilities can provide."

Lilith clapped her hands and giggled, managing a snort. "That seems too dramatic, even for you, Percy!"

He instantly sat down, crossing his arms and blushing. "Shut it. I was trying to act. Let's just eat."

"While I think the gesture was entertaining, perhaps it would be wiser to only do it when you're talking with the citizens." Scar pointed out.

Percival didn't reply, waiting for the waiters to put their plates. After another snap, the Fraxure approached the three, putting down the platers and opening them to reveal their contents.

Turns out they had exceeded Percival's expectations, as each of the plates contained a different dish. For Percival, a big pancake was present, topped with chocolate sauce. He smelled the aroma and stopped himself from licking his lips, though opted to eat with the utensils.

For Lilith, she received a slice of pie. From the sweet scent it had, she assumed it was made from apples. Nonetheless, she took a piece out, munching on it. As for Scar, his meal was nothing more than a sandwich and juice. A very simple dish, but the bread was crunchy enough for him to enjoy, and the meat inside was well done. Overall, a pleasant experience for him.

"How are you finding your breakfast?" The king asked, using a napkin to rub off some of the chocolate on his snout. He eagerly waited to hear their opinions.

"Not gonna lie…" Lilith looked at the canine with a smile, showing her teeth that were now colored blue. "Love it. Please do this more often!"

"Delightful," Scar motioned to a passerby Frazure, who gave him a cup containing smoking hot tea. "Hm, perhaps I should have done this sooner. Alas, the conditions were not met…"

Percival tilted his head. "Do what?"

...Ah, I was careless, Scar sipped from his tea. "I had never tried this type of tea before. That was what I meant."

It was for only a moment, but Percival had sensed something… odd about Scar's aura. He tried focusing on it more, but it faded as quick as it came. How weird. The Marowak's aura was generally calm and collected, but Percival felt a spike in it, like Scar was trying to hide something.

"I don't know about y'all, but I'm stuffed!" Lilith said, pushing the plate away from herself. "Gonna read a few books, don't interrupt me!"

"Halt," Scar interrupted, sipping more of the tea. "There is a matter I wish to discuss with the two of you. Do not worry, Percival. It should not take too long."


The trio walked across one of the castle's halls, followed by two guards who, by Percival's orders, stood away from his teammates, so they could talk in private(or as private as a king could be).

"Let me begin by talking about one thing you possess that will further my goal." Scar stopped as he looked at Percival. His usual neutral expression was no more, and he almost seemed to smile.

"See that stone on your crown?" Lilith asked. She opened her purse and took out a notebook, opening right away and showing a page containing a crystal just like the one on his crown.

"What's so important about it?" The king tilted his head. "...Is this about your so-called Lord? Because… honestly, I'm not really interested in him."

"I am aware," Scar said. "I never intended to convert you to our ways, but we have helped each other achieve our goals. You have a town to rule, to spread your justice to."

"And you have helped me. It's been a while since I had any nightmares," he replied, smiling. "...If I didn't know any better, I'd say that maybe I can hope to settle down one day."

Scar mused. "Settle down, perhaps start a family of your own? Have you thought about children?"

"...Not really, no." Percival whined. And besides, I'm not really boyfriend material.

"I see. Anyhow, I must discuss something now. It is related to my Lord, yes. We need your help."

Every word of what he said was right. Percival didn't even try denying that, and he didn't want to. Part of the deal he made months ago was to help them as well, that wasn't up for debate.

"Of course. What about the jewel?"

Lilith tapped the notebook. Scar took a step forward, standing next to her, while Percival stared at the page. It was undoubtedly the same crystal.

"This is called Darkinium-Z." Lilith explained, shoving the notebook back on her purse. "A very ancient weapon, used to seal Necrozma away. It contains massive amounts of energy, I'm sure you can tell."

Percival blinked. He had noticed how charged the thing was, even when it rested on his crown. So it was that powerful?

"We require two more of these crystals." Scar stated. "They are the Ghostium-Z and the Buginium-Z."

"Hm," he couldn't help but theorize something related to the names of the jewels. They all seemed to be themed after Pokémon types. Curious. "I see. Of course I'll help. You can take my jewel, I don't really want it."

"Nope!" Lilith shrugged. "That thing's insanely powerful. It's contained on your crown, but if someone were to hold it without any protection…"

"They would surely lose their mind." Scar finished. "Which is why you should hold on to it for now, while Miss Lilith searches for the other crystals. Is that alright?"

"...Of course."


The snake continued on her path, walking across the streets and following the sight of the castle. While she wanted nothing more than to get inside, she felt like hearing what the town thought of the "king" would help her.

First, she looked to the side and eavesdropped on a conversation between a Druddigon and a Dragapult.

"I wasn't sure at first, but seems like the Lucario has got it figured out!" Dragapult said, giving off a smug grin.

"Something ain't right about it," Druddigon replied with a huff. "Can't believe they did that to our king… I'm not accepting that mutt anytime soon!"

The two dragons locked eyes with one another before moving on with their conversation.

Druddigon huffed. "I knew the king, the real king had made a mistake when he started talking with that religious lunatic…"

"But look, I actually have money to feed my kids!" Dragapult beamed, starting to float in the air from sheer excitement.

"...I guess that's true. Still, my gut tells me there's something wrong."

Hm. It's conflicting, Serperior thought, shaking her head right after. No. I need to do this. I need it. I-It's what she would've wanted…

She was about to leave, when she heard another bit of the chat between the dragons.

"I've heard he's giving a speech today," Druddigon stated. "Now, if only I could go there and kick his ass… then I could bring the king back!"

Dragapult rolled her eyes. "That seems dangerous. Don't you have better things to do?"

Serperior couldn't help but feel like that sentence was for her as well, so she slithered out of the dragons' view. She sighed, getting ready to tackle this self-imposed mission. You can do this. Remember who you're fighting for…

She sighed, looking up and frowning. That's when she came up with a plan to meet this so-called king. His guards would surely drive her away, and the only one she wanted to fight was Percival.

...Fine. I can be stealthy, if that's what I need to do. Serperior hissed and crawled away, looking for somewhere to hide for the time being.

Memories flooded back to a time long gone. To someone close to her, a sister. Someone that she never saw again, taken away by a psychopath. And she waited. Waited. And waited more. But her sister never came back home, until she was declared dead. A decision that shattered Serperior's heart into a million pieces.

Her killer was never brought to justice, until then. Until that moment. She could hardly wait any longer.


A large audience gathered in the city's center, being prevented from getting any closer to the king by several guards. Of course, Scar was by Percival's side, waving at the inhabitants, while the monarch had a small smile spread on his face.

Subjects. Well, I probably shouldn't call them that. Then… what? People? Citizens? Denizens? So many words...

As he looked at the audience he could tell by their auras how some of them were still wary about his intentions, and others had accepted him by now. It was just as he predicted, but with enough time he hoped to convince even those that seemed angry at him for taking the place of the former monarch.

However, one of them stood out to him. An aura that was seeping with rage to its very core. Percival blinked and tried to find out who had these feelings, until his eyes locked on a Serperior.

...Something's wrong. I can feel it. Who… is that? She… s-she seems familiar!

His movement slowed down; Percival could not, despite all his efforts, take his eyes off that Serperior. And she was the same, her glare was cold and angry, it was obvious that she knew him from somewhere.

But from where? He didn't hang out with any member of the Snivy line. Not since—

Oh.

"...Morgan," Percival whispered. He was still looking at the Serperior, but now he was sure about where she came from. Was she the same one he killed…? No. It couldn't be.

With a frown, Percival ignored her. He extended his hand to the population, forcing himself to smile. "I am sure you must have a lot of questions. I also know that words mean nothing, when compared to actions."

Murmurs could be heard around the audience, but Percival failed to understand what they meant. And with so many citizens, checking their aura was next to impossible, not to mention unethical.

"Therefore, I will start an auxiliary program. You will receive an additional payment, if the requirements are met."

This time, a huge part of them gasped. The murmurs intensified, making Percival smile.

"What are the requirements, you might ask? For starters, I shall—"

In the blink of an eye, the Serperior lunged in at Percival, baring her fangs at him. His first reaction was to use his armplates to protect against the bite.

The second reaction was to punch her, causing the Serperior to stumble backwards. And then the guards nearby rushed to arrest her, but stopped once Percival raised his arm.

"I can deal with her myself," he said, eyeing the grass-type. "What are you doing here?"

"You really don't know why?!" Serperior answered, hissing and sticking out her tongue. Her tail swished like a predator trying to strike its prey.

Sighing, Percival simply created an energy bone on his right hand. "Not exactly, but I have an idea. You're agitated, and I can sense your killing intent. Are you trying to murder the king right in front of his guards and people?"

"Someone like you shouldn't be lecturing me like that!" Her body burned. Literally. It was enveloped in bluish flames, not belonging to any fire-type. No. Percival widened his eyes, realizing those were the flames of an enraged dragon.


She jumped at him again, but this time, Serperior was faster, and she managed to hit Percival. The impact caused him to grunt, and the burning soon followed. But that was not the end. Soon, Serperior wrapped her body around his, exerting as much pressure as she could.

"G-Gah!" Percival groaned, grabbing the Serperior's body in an attempt to remove her.

Scar watched the battle unfold, grasping his club and snarling. His tail swished at the sight, but he couldn't do anything, at least not until Percival asked for his help.

And while the two were fighting, the citizens were keen to see how it would end. They whispered to themselves, some were rooting for the king, others wanted a draw, and a small number was hoping for Serperior to come out as the victor.

"I'm sorry… f-for whatever happened to you!" Percival grunted, panting as he tried to breathe.

He then clawed her body, enough to free his arms. Then, Percival punched Serperior in the blink of an eye, unleashing a deafening nose that forced her away from him.

"It isn't my fault! I was a child!" Percival screamed, creating another energy bone.

"...I don't care! I-I… I need closure! And you're giving it to me!" Serperior hissed, opening her mouth. A green energy sphere formed around it, before she launched it at him.

Closure…

Percival hit the sphere with the club he held, throwing it into the air. A frown appeared in his face as he looked at Serperior. Despite him being forced to fight her, her words resonated with him.

"You're just out for revenge!" He appealed, trying to reason with her. "I'm not your enemy, I-I'm… sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Something inside him changed. Percival no longer wanted to fight, or resist her attempts to kill him. So he got on his knees, and then bowed to her.

Serperior was clearly dumbstruck by the act, her tail swishing, and her eyes widened. "W-What?! What do you think you're doing?"

"I… don't want to fight. I am truly sorry for what happened to you. And if I could help, I would. But it's not possible."

"Y-You… I will k—"

Before she could react further, Scar hit her head with his club, knocking her out. He huffed and said nothing else to Percival, instead ordering the guards to take her to jail.

...She wanted closure. I wanted that too, long ago. Even if I was forced to, I-I shouldn't have killed that Servine. But I was a child!

Percival looked at his paws, trembling. When was the last time he felt like this?

Being tortured. Losing my childhood. My innocence. Does it justify all the bloodshed? All the things I do, and for what? To satisfy this… this sense of being important, of being an ally of justice?

Questions he wanted to answer later.


What was most important for Percival now was doing damage control. That, and finishing the conference.

So after the guards escorted Serperior out of the area, he was free to continue his speech.

"You must have even more questions now." Percival said, touching his chest. "I will answer as many as I can."

A Meowstic raised their arms, holding a microphone. "Your Majesty, who was that Serperior? Why did she try to attack you?"

Of course those were the first questions asked. At least it wasn't something as troubling as the reason Serperior wanted him dead. Compared to that, it was a piece of cake.

The best way to lie is by saying a half-truth. In that case...

"Hm. How do I say this… we were coached under the same teacher." Percival answered with a flick of his cape. "Yes. I have been trained since I was little in the art of fighting. It is part of the reason why I have been able to ascend as a king."

He then frowned, drooping his ears in a display of sorrow. "...Our teacher passed away, and she blames me for it. The truth is: Master turned into a feral."

The Meowstic gasped, lowering the microphone. Percival took that as a sign of no more questions. Meaning that it was time to focus on what he was there to talk about.

"As I was saying before we were… interrupted, my auxiliary program will be named "Drednaw Program", in honor of a family me and a friend are trying to help." He hoped that Chewtle was in the audience to hear this.

Clearing his throat, Percival continued. "This program will finance medical assistance to all those in need, and I will hire the best doctors of the entire continent, if needed."

"We will expand this town, we will thrive! No longer hidden in the shadows, we will be the prime example of what everyone should strive for!"

A multitude of cheers was the only answer Percival could hope for, but they went beyond that.

"Hail to the king! Hail to the king! Hail! Hail!"

The audience chirped, some howled in excitement, others were whistling, and Percival knew he could count on them. He raised his arm in the air in an inviting way, looking at everyone with a big smile.

"Thank you, thank you. I could not wish for better subjects. I promise… I shall do my best for you all, and for this town."

He bowed to them all, his tail wagged from the pure joy he felt right then. And the doubts that plagued his mind a while ago even seemed to disappear.

This is what I wanted. And I'll work for a better future. I… I'm happy. But… I wish Brian and Meggie could see this. Well, I'm sure they'll find it soon enough. Maybe I'll even visit them someday.


After the rush and thrill of the conference, Percival thought he could really get some time for himself. And by that, he meant that he was going to pay a visit to Serperior without telling anyone about it.

Which wasn't hard to do. As the king, he had authority over basically everyone there(how the power didn't go to his head was another story). All he needed was to walk to the large building with reinforced barriers.

Brian would have a field day if he was here. Oh well.

He bit his lower lip, whining a little. However, that moment was short-lived, as Percival asked the two guards, a Grovyle and a Bayleef, to let him in.

"Of course, your Majesty!" The two replied.

Being king has its advantages, huh? He thought, going inside the prison. The place was dull, at least for him. Gray bricks, multiple cells, everything was depressing.

As he walked, Percival managed to stop a little before his objective to look at one of the cells. Inside was a familiar and angry figure: the former king.

"Ah… I was about to ask why you were looking for me," he said, Percival noticing a mix of anger and lament in his voice. "But it seems you merely stopped to mock me. Is it not enough that you took my throne away?"

"I took it because I had to. You were hurting your people." Percival stated bluntly, preparing to leave.

"And who told you that? Scar? Do you trust him with your life?"

His movements stopped. What was that question? Percival was about to leave again, but was intrigued enough by what Edgar said that he wanted to talk more with him.

"Scar is a fool," Edgar huffed smoke, snarling at the Lucario. "A moron that believes in some forsaken deity. He dragged me into his nonsense, and by the looks of it, you too…"

"I was not dragged," he raised a brow in annoyance. "Look, I'm only agreeing to help him because he helped me, too. I have nothing to do with his search for Necrozma."

"You… don't know the full story, do you?" This time, Edgar laughed at his face. "My, my. He managed to create a team of fools! "

"If you think he's a fool, then why support his journey? Why not cut ties with him?"

"Scar convinced me. He knew how to get into my heart, how to play with my weakness. Told me exactly what I wanted to hear."

"...What exactly did he tell you?"

Edgar refused to answer entirely. He turned around in disgust, before slapping his tail on the ground. "...Like you, I wanted my kingdom to thrive. I-I wasn't even supposed to be the king, my brother was the older one. He's gone now, so I had to take his place."

Percival grunted. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Scar told me that he could help me achieve greatness, if I helped him achieve his. And I just happened to believe him. So, in a way… just like you."

Realizing that, Percival's heart skipped a beat. He could stay and ask more, but that might raise suspicion. Without any other option, he continued on his way to meet the Serperior.


The rest of the prisoners were unknown to him, and frankly, he couldn't care less about them. At the end of the hall, he managed to sense the same, angry aura he felt earlier.

And there she was, the Serperior. She laid down on the ground with closed eyes, but once she heard the steps coming from Percival, she lunged in, only for the bars to repel her.

"Top-notch technology. I don't think you'll be escaping anytime soon."

"Did you come to finish the job…?" Serperior asked, panting. There were tears in her eyes, as much as she tried to hold them in.

"No. I just want to talk." Percival sat next to the wall and looked straight at her. "...Look, I'm really sorry about her."

"Oh, are you?! Saying you're sorry won't bring my sister back!"

Those words stung. Percival was unsure what to do, or what to say. He knew that nothing was going to change her mind, but at the very least, he could try comforting her as much as possible.

"I know, I know. But… I also know that you want answers, so I'll give them to you. After that, you're free to decide what you want to do."

"...I'm listening."

Now, where to start? Maybe Morgan. He was responsible for their kidnapping, after all.

"I got taken away from my family when I was eight, forced to undergo experiments, all done by this mad scientist," Percival replied, removing the armor on his chest and showing the scars hidden beneath his grown fur. "That's how I got this. I fought off a Houndoom. Me, a mere child… fighting for my life."

No reply. Taking that as his chance to continue, Percival looked at her. He still felt rage, but also noticed that she had calmed down.

"One of my final tests was to fight a Servine. Maya. That was her name. I won, but… she died."

"I know that." Serperior stated.

"Then you know that it wasn't my fault! If I hadn't done it, then it was me that was going to die!"

"You thought that… because you told me a sob story about your childhood… I would change my mind? I know who did it, I know the entire thing! One of Morgan's associates told me!"

"Associates?" Percival blinked. They're all… dead, right?

Then he realized. "T-That Heracross?!"

"Bring. Her. Back." Serperior shouted, ramming against the cell again and again. Her scales fell down, the tears released, and blood dripped from her body. "Bring my sister back!"

Percival stood up, panting heavily as he watched the scene unfold. It was too much, too much for him to see. The Lucario stood up slowly, walking away from her. Whatever he hoped to do wasn't happening. She was too stuck in her ways.

...Maybe I am guilty.

He left the prison feeling worse than when he entered.


Scar ordered a few Gengar to help him move his things to the inside of the mansion. As much as he hated to admit it, the place was better than his house, more comfy, and cozy too.

Ah. This is no time to act like a child with a new toy. There is still much to be done. He mused.

With a snap of his fingers, the ghosts went to do their job, while Scar ventured into the hall. Just as he closed the door behind him, Lilith joined, flashing her usual toothy grin.

"Sup. Everything alright?"

"Our journey to the shrines is drawing near, so yes. We just need to deal with a few more things here before we can go and finish this crusade."

Lilith yawned, before looking out of the hall's windows. She smiled once more, her heart thumping. After so long trying, they were so close… so close to the goal of their journey.

"I take it one of those things is waiting for Max to come back?"

Scar nodded, folding his arms on his back. "That, and figuring out a way to resist the Darkinium-Z. And speaking of that bothersome stone, have you figured it out?"

"...Nah. I could try using a looplet, that might be our best shot. But it'd have to be some pretty strong one."

Then what was she waiting for? Scar gave her a stern look and she promptly left to work on it.

Ah… my Lord… your day of reckoning is near. And I shall be there with you.
 
Dungeon 49 - Reunion

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 49 - Reunion

"Yer doin' it wrong, dumbass!"

"Really? How's about you try it, then?!"

"Maybe I will!"

Brian blinked. Seeing Dex arguing with the Bibarel he hired to take them… had to be expected. Considering they were both sailors.

It didn't mean that was acceptable. "Dude, stop! He's taking us to Cydonia, so take it easy!"

Dex huffed, pointing at the Bibarel, who was busy moving the wheel and checking the wind current, but still had the time to sport an annoyed look.

"Oh, c'mon, Goggles. The lad couldn't steer that there wheel if 'is life depended on it!"

"Don't care!" the Zoroark snarled, having just finished putting his satchel on. "Zip it or I'll zip you myself!"

A grunt came from Dexter's mouth, and he slowly nodded. "Aye, aye, cap'n."

Thank Arceus. I have no idea on how to zip him, and he could probably bend me in half… yikes. Brian put on a stern face, the sternest he could, thanking the numerous times his brother did the same. "Alright, glad we could sort this out."

Brian sighed in relief, motioning for Dex to follow him. They walked next to the edge of the ship, where the fox pointed, directed at the sky. It was clear, for the most part, but on the horizon, he could see some rain clouds.

"Need your expertise, that's too far away, right? We won't get caught in any storm?" Brian sounded worried, and ended his sentence with a gulp.

"Oh, so now ye need me 'elp? Can't decide, eh, Goggles?" Dex chuckled as his twin tails began to swish. Nah, it be fixin' to rain. Sooner or later, but it will."

"Really?" Brian's ears drooped. "Damn it, I was hoping that wouldn't be the case…"

"The tides tell it, I be tellin' ye." Dexter shrugged. "An' I doubt ye or Popsicle wants to smell wet Zoroark, that be why I been pressurin' the lad. We're at sea, gotta be tough if we wanna make it."

"...You could have started with that, y'know?" Brian grumbled. God, being a leader never got easier, did it?

Just then, the sound of a familiar yawn made its way towards Brian's ears. Soon, he turned to see Meggie floating next to them, rubbing her eyes.

"You guys are loud. Can't a lady take her beauty sleep in peace?" she asked, yawning again.

"Sup, Popsicle." Dex waved. "We was blabberin' about storms."

Brian nodded. "I wanted to know why Dexter was being so agressive towards our ride, but—"

"An' as I been about to tell yer boyfriend," the Floatzel interrupted, grinning. "They be fuckin' deadly. Need to be extra careful, or at least get there before shit happens."

"Dex, what the hell?!" Brian protested, surprisingly fast, covering his snout. "C'mon, no time for that!"

Meggie's face turned a deep red instantly. "W-What? No! And, uh, storms, storms! Yes, we should get to the city before, haha! How do we do that?"

Dex simply continued to smile. "I'll let the Bibarel know. If ye two need me, I'll be at the kitchen, gotta eat somethin'."


It wasn't long until they arrived at the port. After a "friendly" wave towards the Bibarel, in which Dex was stopped from throwing hands by his two friends, they entered the city, of course, they had a nice little chat with the guards before being let inside.

The rocky architecture was different from what they were used to, for sure. Not having to deal with constant smoke was great as well. It almost looked like a nice place to live in, all things considered.

…Almost. Brian rubbed his eyes to take in, but the area they were in looked awful. For starters, the smell of garbage littered the air, bags were scattered all around the place, and there were Pokémon sleeping on the floor, some even shivering with cold.

"Oh… oh no." Brian gulped. If only he could help, do… something to make their lives better.

"Ain't much different than me 'ouse. Well, at least folks ain't throwin' their garbage on me." Dex shrugged. Knowing how it was to live in such conditions meant he, too, wanted to help. It wasn't like they deserved it.

"Guys…" Meggie frowned, wisps of ghostly energy falling from beneath her eyes. "...I know this sucks, but we're here for a reason. And hey! If Lance's the king here, we can always ask him to do something about it, right?"

Brian was far from convinced. He raised a brow. "If he is, then why isn't he doing any—"

A ringing in his and Dex's ears turned their attention to the direction the sound came from. Deeper into the city, a group of Trubbish, led by a Garbodor, strolled into the area. They giggled, muttering to each other.

"It better not be trouble... Goggles, if it be, can I whoop 'em?"

Before Brian had a chance to respond, two Trubbish walked next to one of the garbage bags and began eating it. This was followed by more of the poison-types, making their intentions clear: cleaning.

"Looks like you'll have to let the whooping for later," Brian sighed in relief. "So he is doing something."

Not that it makes this any better. Lance… what is going on with you?

Meggie turned her head to see Brian with the world's largest frown on his face. Now that just wouldn't do! She floated in front of him and flashed a smile. "We can do this, alright? Let's keep going, this part of town is fine. Alright?"

"Popsicle, Goggles. Get a room, ye two." Dex grinned at them. He took a final look at the janitors around. Even the sleeping Pokémon had awakened, and were being treated by some of the Trubbish, holding what looked like bowls of soup. "See? Everything's fixin' to be fine. All we need be to knock some sense into yer brother."

"I guess so…" Brian nodded. Still, what laid ahead for them… it was chilling, down to his very bones. Lance had to be fine. He had to be. Because if that wasn't the case…

Brian had no idea what he was going to do.


More minutes were spent walking, but every now and then, Dex looked at the sky to check if that storm was getting closer or not. At the moment, it appeared so; he saw lightning bolts in the distance, and the clouds were getting darker and larger by the second.

Currently, the trio were heading to an open area at the center of the kingdom, reserved for large audiences. And the large amount of Pokémon there meant there was some sort of announcement to be done soon.

"In case we don't find Pup today, we should think o' gettin' somewhere to sleep. It'll rain soon."

"Duly noted," Meggie gave him a thumbs-up, but then floated forward, catching up with Brian.

"..." Brian stopped. His heart sunk as he looked forward. Dex tilted his head, but soon did the same as Brian, eyes widening. Lastly, Meggie took a look, slowly descending into the ground.

There he was. Lance. Surrounded by Fraxure guards, wearing a long, black cape, and a crown, embedded with a pitch-black gem. He waved to the people just as Scar came in, stopping on the Lucario's right side.

"Ahem. As you are well aware, King Percival, you have a lot on your table. We should head back to the castle soon."

"Don't be so uptight, Scar." Percival replied with a smile. "They are my people, I need to let them talk and ask me for ideas on how to improve!"

"Hm…" Scar clicked his tongue. Not what he had in mind for this meeting, but oh well, better to indulge his pupil. "Very well. For today only, I shall make an exception. What do you have in mind?"

Percival snapped a finger. "Hah. Very simple, my advisor."

He turned to the crowd and extended both arms, like he was trying to hug the audience. "I don't enjoy kings that refuse to listen to what their subjects have to say. Therefore, you are all welcome to visit me in my castle, and request an audience with me. I will listen, take what you have in mind, and work to better your lives!"

A roar of cheers erupted all over the place, along with claps and whistles directed at the king. It made his smile grow wider. Scar clenched his fist for one second, and on the other, stopped.

I cannot let him waste time. We need to break my Lord's prison. Scar forced a smile on his face. "Ah, what a wonderful idea, your Highness."

"Correct," Percival said, bowing to his subjects solemnly. "With that, I believe our time here is over. So… if you need more information, please feel free to talk with Scar, he's my advisor, and I trust—"

A lump formed on his throat. What the Tyrantrum said… it was still fresh in Percival's mind. Could he really trust Scar?

"Ahem. Whenever you want to set up the meeting, just talk to Scar!"

With a final bow, Percival turned back, followed by his guards, and then by Scar. The audience still cheered.


"What the hell was that?" Brian asked, refusing to even look at his friends. "...I mean, I know what it was. But Lance… he changed his name?"

"Doubt that be the worst thin' that 'appened 'ere." Dex shrugged. "Pup's doin' a better job than I thought."

Meggie, meanwhile, kept staring at the caslte, all the way in the distance. She frowned. "You two are missing the point. What do we do here? Not like we can just barge in at the castle, and setting up a meeting might take too long."

"Heh! Always up fer a fight!" Dex flexed an arm. "We can totally kick their asses! And by that I mean ye two."

"Oh yeah? I bet I can knock those dragons better than you!" Meggie posed dramatically, spinning and dropping tiny snowflakes.

While the two were talking, Brian was thinking, analyzing his options. On one hand… Lance had helped by letting anyone meet him. On the other, Scar was there, and surely he would never let them talk. Brian didn't even want to fight… just talk. Why was it so hard?!

"An illusion," he said, like some switch had just been pressed. "Goddamn it, why didn't I think of that?!"

"Maybe they have measures against it, Bri." Meggie said. True, she heard most, if not all prisons had it.

Their Floatzel friend raised an arm. "Bones will recognize me an' Popsicle, so what's yer game 'ere? Goin' alone?"

"I can try illusioning you guys t—" Brian shook his head, expression turned dead serious. "Wait, no. I mean, yes. I'll go by myself, can't let you two risk it, and maintaining three illusions is really taxing."

"Brian." Meggie floated, stopping in front of him again, and grabbing both of his cheeks. "Listen here. You… take care. We're not—I'm not losing you. You go there, knock some sense into your brother, and we'll deal with the aftermath later, alright?"

"S-Sure…" to say he was screaming internally would be an understatement. Brian only managed to focus on the task at hand by remembering his sibling. That serious look showed up again. "...Yes. I got this, will you guys wait for me here?"

"I mean... I kinda wanna get some booze, but sure, Goggles. We'll wait 'ere. Good luck there!"

"We'll still be here when you two get back," Meggie leaned in closer and planted a tiny kiss on Brian's cheek. "Now go!"

Revigorated by everything the two did and said, Brian nodded, looking at the castle. He gulped and took a large breath. He could do this. He could bring Lance back. No, he had to.

"Alright guys, I'll be back soon!" Brian got on all fours and bolted forward, shoving aside all doubt and anxiety, focusing on one single thing: Getting his beloved brother back, no matter the cost.

It had to work, for all their sakes.


First and foremost, Brian had to think of the illusion. Or rather, what to disguise himself as. Some species came to mind: Braixen, Drizzile, Grovyle, Cramorant…

Needs to have fingers. No Budew, then. Hm… Brian hummed, walking towards the castle. Oh, I know!

After a snap of his fingers, the Zoroark's body turned a deep red, glowing and shifting into that of an Incineroar's. Brian looked at the sky, feeling some raindrops falling on his head. He grumbled, extending the extension to his "fur".

"Perfect! Or should I say… purrfect? Heh." Brian grinned, far too amused with that pun. Alright, so let's see… I should probably find an alias. Nothing too obvious.

As he got closer to the castle, Brian already saw a large line forming. Too large for his taste. It'd take the entire day just to get to his turn, maybe even more.

Alright, Brian. You're smart, you can figure something out! Think, Brian, think!

Time to measure his options. The first idea he thought of was another illusion, invisibility, so he could sneak and get inside without much issue. To test this, Brian put his goggles on, pressing a circular switch on them to zoom in on the castle.

If I can make that jump… Brian wondered. With his goggles, he saw an open window to the second floor of the castle. Maybe using his hookshot would let him get there. He'd still need to be invisible, and that would make illusioning the sounds harder.

In other words, I can make it, but I'll get discovered if I do it.

Normally, that'd be a real problem, and completely defeat the point of stealth. But his brother was the king, surely he'd let him survive even if Brian was discovered.

…The guards might not, on the other hand. Brian bit his lip. Part of the plan did work, but he needed something better. Or safer. Or both.

Before Brian knew it, there were already more Pokémon behind him. After noticing this, he gulped. Shit, shit, shit! Think… I really don't wanna use the hookshot plan!



…It's gonna be this one, isn't it? Brian took a large sigh, then bolted right, snapping his fingers again and changing the current illusion to another one, turning invisible.

As expected, the Pokémon both behind and in front of his place in line were shocked, but quickly stopped. Thankfully.

Okay, here comes nothing…! Brian opened his satchel, taking the bright-blue hookshot he made earlier and grasped it tightly. He ran and ran, getting close to the end of the line, where two Fraxure guards were talking to the first Pokémon to enter.

Easy to ignore. Brian, instead, walked next to the guards, where a medium-sized stone wall stood. That jump had to be precise and swift.

Just what happened. The Zoroark hopped as high as he could and grabbed the edge of the wall, grunting, but still holding onto it. He jumped to the other side, seeing the green garden for the first time.

Whoa, Brian shook his head. Right, no time to waste here.

He took a few more steps forward and aimed at the window he saw previously, launching the hookshot at it. It clunked right in the wood, and with the press of a switch, Brian was launched upwards.


L-Let's go—Whoa!

Brian clung to his gadget, shaking just as he heard a loud thunderbolt, coming from somewhere far away. Suddenly, the second floor looked much higher than before. Daunting, the ground called him, wanting Brian to drop dead and get flattened, like a pancake.

N-No time… to be scared! I need to see my brother!

Grunting, Brian used all his might to climb up again, and then inside the castle. He fell on the ground and panted, even dropping the hookshot from how shaky his paws felt.

D-Did I… did they hear me?! Brian looked over at the window, and to his shock… nothing changed. The guards were still in their place, as were the Pokémon in line. …That bolt probably silenced my noises. Convenient, and heck yeah, I'm taking it!

He sighed again, it was so convenient Brian wanted to believe Arceus was looking after him. The invisible Zoroark took a deep breath and looked around.

This floor was decorated with a large, red carpet. Oddly, the walls were clean. No paintings, nothing but the marks of paintings that used to be there. Some tables were spread around the hallway, carrying unlit candles, probably for decoration only.

Must've been redecorating. Okay… step one is finished. Now what…? Find Lance, I think.

So how to do that? Well, he was invisible. Brian could surely search the whole place, and nobody would bat an eye. There wasn't even anyone there, but, faintly, Brian heard footsteps. Someone was getting close.

Oh… well, time to go even more stealth mode! Brian clung to the wall and picked his hookshot, turning it invisible as well. Now to wait for—

"Finally here, eh, Maxxy?"

That voice…

"Your observation skills are great, Lily."

And that other voice…!

Brian covered his snout so he wouldn't gasp, but as soon as he saw who was there, the effort to stay quiet turned into a chore.

Max and Lilith, walking like nothing was wrong in the world. The Electivire held a large bag on his back, and fidgeted with a western hat in his right palm, while Lilith was holding a sheet of papers.

"Think we should be good to start the hunt soon, just after Percy does his lil…" Lilith chuckled. "Good deed of the day. Necky's gonna be released soon!"

"Aye, aye." Max shrugged. "Don't care much about the mutt, but he has been a good asset."

…Necky? Release? Lance… what did you get yourself into?

Lilith picked Max's hat with a grin, putting it on. "Have ya figured out how to contain the Darkinium-Z without the crown?"

"Was gonna tell you how. If you'll accompany me, Lily." Max bowed to her, like a gentleman.

"Hell yeah, let's go!" she cheered, whistling.

Brian gulped more. He could go after Lance like planned, or… he could follow those two. Something was weird about it, and the weirdness had formed a lump in his throat.

…I'm sorry, Lance! I need to see this! he whined, then kept a slow pace behind the Electivire and Lopunny.


Why had Brian never followed anyone like this before? It was surprisingly easy! Taking slow steps, covering his snout, doing everything to make sure he made zero noises. Easy, barely an inconvenience.

It's like stepping on nails. Or knives. Knails? Brian laughed internally, the best way to keep himself calm. I swear, it was easier to break into that Gallade's lab…

"So are ya going to the bug dungeon? Or the ghost dungeon?" Lilith gave Max a friendly punch on the arm, grinning. "My research said that you're afraid of ghooooooosts~!"

"You stop that," Max gulped, feeling a shiver course through his body. "...Not afraid, but they're weird."

"Heh, don't worry about it. I'll let you go to the bug dungeon. I'll stick with ghosts, they can be cute. Most of the time."

Bug dungeon? Ghost dungeon? What…? Max and Lilith had to be speaking a different language. Or Brian just didn't have the same information they did.

"Aight, aight, lemme show you the plans." Max stopped in front of a door on the right side of the hallway. "Ladies first?"

"What a gentleman. Thanks." Lilith opened the door and entered.

At that moment, Brian ran as fast as he could to enter after Lilith, judging Max to be too big for him to sneak through. At least not without being crushed.

Phew…

Max closed the door behind them and threw his bag into a nearby chair. Brian quickly shuffled around the room, seeing a large table containing a map of the continent, along with six chairs. Not the best place to hide.

Fuck. Brian darted again, this time noticing bottles of wine atop another table, and a punching bag on the corner. Thinking that was a better hideout, the Zoroark walked on that direction, sighing in relief.

"D'you hear that?" Max looked around.

"...Hear what?"

"Nah. Nothing, I think." Max sat at the same spot where his bag was, but not before grabbing it again, messing around until he found a piece of paper. After putting it on the table, Max tapped at it with a finger. "A general idea of what I found out. The crown seems to be built like a looplet, and that's why it can hold the stone's power well. So all we really need is to, y'know, build something like that."

"Oh, I get it," Lilith lied naturally, like breathing. "Those crystals have a shitton of energy, it has to be a more sturdy looplet in this case."

A snap of fingers. "Bingo, Lily. Even the dungeons seem energized enough to handle it."

Brian stopped to process the information. They wanted to… release something named Necky, and needed… the crystal on Lance's crown? He'd have to hear more.

"Once we have the stones contained, we can proceed to the ritual. Got it." Lilith stated, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by seriousness. "Who'd have thought Necky was on that island… a shame we don't know what he showed the Zoroark and Froslass."

What?! Brian gulped. Island, island… that island they were stranded on? Wait a minute, that thing that was controlling the vines… that's Necky? I-I can't… it was an awful feeling, and they want to let that thing free?! Why? What could justify it…?

Still, I'm gonna listen a little more. Does Lance know about this?


"...Lily, you know what will happen to Percy once we release Necrozma, don't you? He needs a body."

Lilith kept her serious expression, and instead of replying, all she did was nod.

"I see," Max fidgeted with his fingers. "Does Scar know?"

"He has known for a while," she replied. "Being sealed for so long… Necrozma requires a vessel to exist until he gets his full strength back. Percival… he'll be a sacrifice for the greater good. We're doing the right thing, Max."

Vessel? Sacrifice?! Brian had enough. He needed to see Lance. His precious brother would not be a sacrifice.

"I know we are." Max retorted. "...Does the mutt know what's coming for him?"

"No." Was all she said. "We're omitting a lot of details. Scar knew that was the best way of convincing him to join us."

So… they never planned on helping Lance? Brian's heart skipped a beat. How could they do this? Despicable, disgusting. That was all he wanted—needed to hear.

Now to plan his escape. Much to Brian's surprise, he managed to plan something faster than he thought.

Knock, knock.

Lilith went to check in the door, opening it, only to find the other side completely empty.

Except for an invisible Zoroark, who ran away from there, determination flaring in his eyes.


Walking through hall after hall, Brian was starting to feel dizzy, they all looked relatively the same, and he didn't even leave the second floor! Where was the throne room located?

In hindsight, it probably wasn't at the top. Brian slapped his face, annoyed at his own stupidity, then began to look for the stairs.

Handling this entire scenario with a mood ranging from calm to borderline panic had been a terrifying experience all on its own. Really, the only thing that kept Brian going was the thought of reuniting with his sibling. His best friend.

There was no way Brian would let Lance become some vessel, not for these crazy lunatics. Not for anyone. Determination burned on the Zoroark's eyes while he ran and ran, going left, right, right, left. At the last stop, he saw the stairs leading to the lower levels of the castle. It was now or never for him.

I'm getting so close… can't stop shaking, my heart's pounding! I'm… I'm coming for you, Lance!

Brian kept moving forward, or downward, in this case, climbing down a set of stairs from the first to the ground floor. With a set of perking ears, Brian realized that was the place he was looking for. Another pound from his heart stopped the Zoroark for a moment.


Even if it was too far away to properly discern his brother's voice, even if the chances of him being caught by the guards or the lunatic that pretended to be Lance's mentor… despite all that, Brian had strength. Willpower. The drive to keep going.

And that drive only got stronger. Brian finally left the stairs, panting. He was now in another hallway. To find the throne room, he used his ears, following the sound of weapons clanking, footsteps, but more specifically, the second line he saw that day.

If only the solution to this problem was violence. Punching them all out of his way. Brian didn't like violence, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Desperate measures, then. Brian zipped open his satchel, pulling out two orbs. The one on his left paw had an eerie, almost blinding glow to it, while the other one seemed to have a rocky texture.

Okay, so I either blind these guys or petr—Actually, fuck them. I can't keep beating around the bush, the time to act is now!

After aiming at his targets, Brian put the Luminous Orb back in his satchel. Still holding the Petrify Orb, he threw it as far as he could. The orb landed on the ground, next to the line, and cracked open, unleashing a wave that stopped every one of the Pokémon, including guards, on their tracks.

This is a temporary solution… need to be fast now.

Said and done. Brian ran ahead, squeaking through the petrified Pokémon, making his way to the door, and then opened it in a hurry. While doing so, Brian closed his eyes, as if to brace himself for what was to come.


Large, open windows on the wall, allowing the light to flood over the ornate carpet. Fraxure guards at either side, protecting the way to the throne itself. A grandiose red and gold seat, atop a short set of stairs. The regal atmosphere was beaming, exuding royalness. And at the other side of the room, there he was. Lance. Holding a glass of wine on his hand, with Scar on his side.

Whoa. Brian gasped, taking in the room he was in. Even as the guards began to rush through, running towards him.

Wait, running? But Brian was still invisible!

H-Huh?!

Not quite sure on how to react, Brian simply dodged them by moving to the side. As it turned out, they were headed to the door, investigating the petrified Pokémon.

"Hm? Scar, is my life in danger?" Percival asked, finishing his wine in a single sip.

"That is what I intend to find out." Scar quirked a brow and ran next to them. "What is the meaning of this? Elaborate now."

"Sir, someone threw a Petrify Orb at them!" one of the Fraxure said.

"Thank you for your lovely insight." the Marowak rolled his eyes. Scar got on his knees, taking a look at the orb. "Perhaps a tad bit too early for someone to attempt assassination, but we must find out who did it."

"Not necessary, it was me!" Brian took a deep breath, raising his right arm in the air and snapping his fingers. The illusion dropped.


Percival's eyes widened in return. He looked at the Zoroark, arms shaking. "Brian… Brian? That's… that's you?"

"Lance, it's me! Heavens, I'm finally seeing you ag—"

The guards all closed in on him, pointing fangs and claws. Scar snarled, walking until he was in front of Brian. "Child. I do not need to pretend your reasoning to come here escapes me."

"Oh, fuck off, you deranged psycopath!" Brian snarled back, only being held back by the Fraxure. His fur poofed up, and he bore his teeth at all of them. "Leave me alone!"

"Now, now." the king clapped his hands together, leaving the throne with a large smile on his face. "Is that any way to treat a prince? Brian is my twin brother, he deserves to be treated with as much respect as I am."

"Your Highness." Scar said, turning his face to meet Percival's. "He is nothing but a remnant of your former life. You should cut ties with him."

"I said to fuck off!" Brian tried escaping the dragons' clutches, but they were too strong for him. "I know what you're planning! Lance, don't listen to him! He's not your friend!"

Percival considered both options, tapping his chin in thought. Brian said similar things to that Tyrantrum. Two times now. There had to be at least some truth in those words.

And Scar noticed this hesitation. If left unchecked, that would jeopardize everything he worked for. "Are you not forgetting something, Your Highness? Brian, who you claim to be your 'best friend', never supported your definition of justice."

"What I don't support is senseless murder!" Brian shouted. "Lance, c'mon! Use that big head of yours! I've known you my whole life!"

"Shut up. The both of you!" Percival snarled, shaking his head. "Brian, I don't have the faintest idea of what you mean, but I'm doing good here! Look around you! They count on me to be their savior!"

Scar took a sharp look at the guards, silently giving them an order. At once, they all let go of Brian. "That is your answer. As you see, Brian Williams, your brother does not wish to leave."

"N-No…" Brian panted, clenching his fist as tightly as possible. "If… that's the case… Lance! I'm knocking some sense into you myself!"

"What?" Percival blinked. Had he misheard it? "Brian… you don't want to fight me."

Brian snarled, quickly eyeing one of the open windows, the one right next to Percival. "You're right. But sometimes in life, you gotta do something you don't want!"

He charged forward, jumping in at the king. The latter responded with a grunt, even as their bodies collided and rolled around the floor. Brian roared, putting more strength than he thought possible to roll them in the direction of the window.

"Your Highness!" Scar protested, about to run the same way.

The siblings fell out of the window into the garden, amidst the heavy rain.


Nothing but the sound of them falling on the ground hit the air. Percival grunted, pushing his brother aside, while his ears rang. He snarled, taking a step back while trying to stand.

"Urgh. Lance, wait—" Brian shook his head, grumbling. "H-Heh. Didn't know we were royals. Guess dad never bothered to tell us that, eh?"

Percival took a deep breath, taking in the raindrops that stuck on his fur, before replying. "...Zip it. What are you planning, Brian? I can't—We are doing so much good here! You expect me to give it all away?"

Brian put his hookshot down, panting. With his strength reacquired, he stood up. "I've seen their… their hideout. Lance, Scar doesn't want to help you. He's sending you into the gutter, to this—this thing, creature, whatever!"

"Necrozma?" Percival replied nonchalantly, not bothering to properly react to it. "...I know that, Brian."

What? Lance knew about it, but… the Electivire and the Lopunny told him something entirely different! Either that, or Lance didn't know the entire thing.

"I said I'm knocking sense into you, and I intend on doing just that!" Brian snarled, getting on all fours. "Scar didn't tell you the whole story! You'll lose everything if you keep going on this path!"

"Have you considered that I want this path?" Percival deadpanned, producing a bone made of energy. "You have never defeated me in battle. Do you really think it'll happen now?"

Thunder echoed just as Brian opened his mouth, muffling any words that he'd otherwise say. There was no escaping this… they'd need to fight.

"Don't need to win, just… make you listen!" Brian charged forward, his claws dripping with dark energy. Then, right as he was about to connect with Percival, Brian vanished into thin air.

"Tch. Cheap tricks, like usual." The king jumped back, dodging an invisible strike, then another, and another. Despite the illusion, Percival could see it clear, his red eyes having a tint of purple glow. "You won't win! I'll cut through all your illusions!"

Brian clicked his tongue. That was true. Damn aura sense… need to find a way to confuse him!

Percival maneuvered the club on his arm, spinning it around while dodging more attacks. Though his vision wasn't crystal clear, he could still sense his brother's aura.

Wait, got it! Brian jumped back, backflipping. Once far enough from Percival, Brian focused, slashing the air repeatedly with dark energy.

"Hmph!" Percival moved left and right, dodging all the Night Slashes as they went. Easy enough, or too easy. What was Brian doing?

Unbeknownst to Percival, that was part of Brian's plan. Using the distraction from his other attacks, Brian was able to dash, producing a sphere of ghostly energy in his paw.

Now! With a jump, the attack landed on Percival's stomach, causing the Lucario to grunt in pain, though he didn't bulge a single inch. It also caused his illusion to drop. "Hrrrgh! Lance, listen here! Scar wants to use you, you'll be a ve—"

"You talk too much!" Percival spun the bone club, using it to attack Brian's snout, driving him back. To close this distance, Percival dashed forward in the blink of an eye, before kicking the Zoroark.

Or that was what he wanted. Brian, albeit hurt from the previous move, had just enough strength in him to use both arms to try and block the kick. It barely worked, managing to break his balance and force him on the floor.


Soon after, Percival dissipated the club, panting. Another thunder echoed. Brian grumbled, staring his brother in the face. Amidst the rain, he could see… the faintest of tears on Percival's face.

"I don't want to fight you, Brian. But you need to understand."

"Can't things…" Brian's paws shook. No, his whole being shook, somehow keeping itself together by a miracle. "Can't we go back to how we used to be?"

"No." Percival looked away in that moment, letting the tears fall. His face turned into a large frown, his ears drooped, and his tail flickered slowly.

"I… I see…"

What could Brian do to turn the tables there? His mind's gears began turning, working on figuring out something to do. If only he could win this fight… then Lance would have no choice but to listen.

"You're hurt. Come on," Percival offered a paw to his sibling, smiling. A fake, forced smile. But a smile nonetheless.

It was painful, impossible to bear. He took Percival's paw, who helped him stand up.

Brian roared, both inside and out, standing up once again. To dare, to defy that fake smile, fake persona.

"You'll listen to me!" Brian pulled Percival closer with one arm, and with the other, landed a powerful punch that knocked his brother back.

And that wasn't the end of it. No. Brian ran, energy flickering in his claws. He was about to hit Percival again, but the Lucario blocked the claws with another bone club. The effort proved futile, as Brian's claws cut through the weapon like it was made of butter.

"What? This shouldn't—how?!"

"I don't know, and I. Don't. Care!" Brian punched him again. And again.

For some reason, Percival didn't seem to bother dodging those attacks, letting Brian punch him for as long as the Zoroark wanted. Until his brother's nose started to bleed. Until Percival's legs felt like jelly. Brian kept going and going, nothing held him back.

"St—Urgh! Brian, list—"

"Did you listen? No! So keep quiet, you!"

Brian's own knuckles were hurting by this point, so the frequency of punches began to die down, while the tears on both their faces were streaming down with no intention of stopping, much like the storm around them.

"When I got here, when I went into the castle, I followed Max and Lilith. They—" Brian panted, falling to his knees. "...I eavesdropped. They were talking about you, Lance. On how you're a vessel, something for Necrozma to use when he's unleashed. Do you… do you know that?"

Judging by the surprised look on Percival's face and the lack of any vocal response, no.

"What… are you talking about?"

"They need that black jewel on your—wait, where's the crown?"

Percival tapped the top of his head. No crown to be seen. At least not on his head. After a careful look around, he saw it standing a few feet away from them.


Normally, he'd go grab it. This time, though, there were more important things to worry about. Like rethinking all his life choices from the last months. Scar lying. Everyone lying about the reason they took him in. Forcing him to abandon his friends, abandon Brian and Meggie.

Brian wouldn't come all this way just to lie to me. He's… telling the truth. And I've been tricked. Deceived.

"...Tell me more about this, Brian. I deserve to know." Percival grunted.

"Look," Brian turned around, hearing footsteps slowly approaching. "They're here. Come with me, let's go back. Dexter and Meg are waiting."

"If…" Percival stopped. The more Brian told him, the more his heart ached, hoping none of it was true. Confronting a lie was so, so much easier than confronting the truth. "If you're right, then… this changes everything. We need a plan. They need the stone, right?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

Percival—Lance looked his brother in the eyes, not before giving a loud sigh.

"Hit me."

"What?"

"Hit me, Brian. Take the crown and run. I'll… I can't go. If you're right, you need an inside mon. And who better than someone that knows the ins and outs?"

"...Wha?! That's insane, I can't leave you with these bastards!" Brian protested, shouting.

"Listen to me," he grabbed Brian's shoulders, looking as serious as ever. "You're not the first one that told me about how shady they are, and I… I was a fool. But we can still make this right. I'll help you, only from the inside. Now hit me and go!"

"But—I can't! I just… can't." Brian shook his head, denying it again.

"We will meet again." Lance said, smiling. A genuine smile this time. "Find somewhere to hide, and think of a way for me to figure out. Something only we know, alright? I'll see you as soon as I can. Now hit me!"

Brian was taken aback. Glad that his brother had seen the truth, but hitting him? Well, they were fighting until a moment ago. This was different.

"Do you trust me, Brian?"

"I…" Brian whined, slowly nodding. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Lance."

The Zoroark did as instructed, punching Percival in the face and letting him fall, before grabbing the crown in a hurry, and ran. For better or for worse.


Even as he fell, Lance's mind was nowhere near empty.

Needles pierced through him, right on the inside. Every word, every sentence Scar said to him was another needle. And it hurt. It hurt. Screams permeated his mind while he processed it all. How could he not see it before? All the chats they had, while Percival was on a low point. Scar only told him what he wanted to hear, what would give him the satisfaction in those moments.

Maybe a part of him knew it all along. It was all too good to be true, after all. That anyone could ever want to help him. His sense of justice told him all the sins, all the crimes were justified. Always justified.

And yet Brian never held back, did he? Percival smiled as he realized it, how Brian let him know that it was wrong. If only he knew about it before. He wouldn't have made so many mistakes.

Things could be different now.
 
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Dungeon 50 - Nightmare

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 50 - Nightmare

Lance let the rain fall on him, hide the tears on his snout, and his emotions run wild. How long had it been since Brian left? Time didn't seem to mean anything anymore. Nothing did.

Hah. I really am… a monster, aren't I?

It was almost pitiful, really. Lance clenched his fist and punched the grass on his side. Bits of it flew in the air, getting larger the more he struck, with no intention of stopping it.

I've had… enough . I'm getting to the bottom of this. And then maybe, just maybe , I can go back. I don't think it'll be possible, but… I need to try.

Lance continued to punch the grass, but he suppressed the urge to scream, to shout at the top of his lungs.

I'm not a hero. I'm not a savior, or a messiah. I'm a monster. I've always been one, haven't I? Ever since the kidnapping…

Only the sound of the rain gave him company. Lance was alone.

Ironically, it was that same noise that made the footsteps approaching so dull he couldn't notice them.

"Hello, Percival."

Scar. It was always Scar.

"...He stole my crown." Percival said, not giving his supposed mentor the chance to ask.

"Ah." If Scar was surprised, he didn't show it. The Marowak simply scratched his chin, and his tail gently flickered. Percival had the impression Scar was holding back any angry thoughts. "...You are still emotional. Your bonds with Brian are clouding your judgment."

Percival bit his lip. How easy would it be to knock that Marowak out?

…No. It was a reckless decision, and Percival hated these types of decisions.

"Hm." Scar offered him a hand. "I will deal with this. It is clear that you are not fit for this particular conundrum. I shall ask the Knights to do it for you."

"I refuse," Percival took his hand, standing up. "What is a king if he can't even defend his honor? This was the last time. Next time I see Brian, I will do what I need to."

That wasn't, technically, a lie. It just so happened that his definition of what he needed to do was different from Scar's.

"Are you sure?"

Scar looked at him, and Percival could feel the judgment on the Marowak's eyes, fierce, fiery, even. Was he still holding back?

"Yes," he replied, nodding. If he still had any doubts, the reaction from his so-called mentor threw them all away. "...I will do what needs to be done. Brian has committed a crime against the crown."

"Hmph. I suppose the fact you know him for so long would be a reliable asset." Scar turned back. "Come, we need to make preparations to find him."

Brian. Please… find a place to hide. There's only so much I can do.

Per—Lance bit his lip. He had to trust his brother, for once. Brian knew how to take care of himself. Lance took a deep breath, taking one final look at the rain around him, and followed Scar inside the castle.


During years, Scar mastered keeping his emotions in check, learning patience, endurance and most of all, perseverance. All for their sakes. For his wife, for his son. For them, he would do anything . And he was so, so close to seeing them again, to having his wish granted.

Lies and deceivery marked so many decades of his life he grew used to them. And everything was starting to fall apart, with the crown—the Darkinium-Z stolen from his grasp… he wanted to scream. Scar couldn't. Shouldn't. What was left was doing damage control. Related to the Lucario in front of him, that was.

"Percival," he said, burying all the emotions deep inside, except for one: disappointment. "...Did you at least fight back? We cannot afford to lose your crown, and the crystal contained in it. It is part of your side of the bargain."

In hindsight, helping someone unseal something that was sealed was an incredibly stupid move of my part. Percival sighed. "No, I did not. And what exactly do you need it for? It's just a piece of jewelry."

"Do not worry." Scar added, thoughtful. "I have talked with my Lord multiple times across the years, He is kind. And you should be the first to know appearances can be deceiving. After all, you deceived your comrades so many times."

"I know." Percival raised a brow. Now, it was so much clearer. His brain began working. Thinking, coming up with a plan to get as much information as possible. "...And perhaps I wish for some of His kindness as well. If it were not for my duties as King, I would go with you and help you release Him."

His mentor seemed to consider that. Scar wondered… if he could trust Percival with this. Something was off about it. Was it a trick? He never expressed any interest in Necrozma before. And he didn't know what Brian told him, or what the Zoroark knew.

But perhaps he was thinking too much about this. Even if Percival was planning on betraying him, it would hardly matter if they managed to get the other crystals. A smile spread on Scar's face, his typical, gentle smile that Percival knew all so well.

"Ah, I understand. You wish to help our cause," he rubbed his chin, thinking. "Very well, I can show you information about the locations me, Maxwell and Lilith will travel to soon."

Given this was sensitive information, known only to them, there were a few possibilities: Brian discovered the locations on his own when he broke in the castle, Percival would tell them after finding out, or he was not telling his beloved brother. Scar hoped for the third option, but began planning contingencies in case the first two proved to be right.

Even if he was being betrayed, Scar didn't mind. He had faith things were working out in his favor. And once Necrozma was free, betrayals would never matter. No crime would matter. More importantly, he'd see his family again. That alone was worth every betrayal.


Running for his life, for Lance's life, for his friends' lives. That was Brian, using his illusion to make himself invisible as he dashed across the streets. His heart was pumping so much Brian barely breathed, and barely heard anything other than the thumping of his heart.

His grasp on the crown was tight. As tight as he could, yet his body trembled, screamed for Brian to stop and calm down. Calming down happened to be the last thing on his mind right now.

Need to—gotta… gotta keep going. Gotta run, need to run… where are those two? S-Show up, please…

With the storm going on, Brian had little to no expectations that they would be waiting in the same spot he left them in. All he had was hope.

Panting, Brian's eyes darted around, checking the now empty streets, watching Pokémon run inside their houses, merchants closing their stores, but no signs of his friends.

Note to self: make…m-make a communicator. Something ranged, so shit like this doesn't happen!

He finally stopped, panting. Brian saw some Trubbish cleaning up the place where the crow was, and figured that was the spot. Now all he needed to do was wait.

And wait he did. Through the rainy wind that blew on him, through the cold that brought shivers across his spine, Brian waited. They were nowhere to be found.

Maybe it's 'cause of the rain. They probably took shelter somewhere, but… where?

Brian blinked, putting his goggles on. He stared in the distance, seeing a large tree. No, multiple trees and some benches. A park!

If I had to hide from the rain, I'd hide there! Brian fiddled with his goggles, adjusting the lenses to zoom in on the park. Just as he thought, he saw the familiar figures of Dexter and Meggie under one of the trees. Brilliant work, but… I might catch my breath before.

Brian took deep breaths and slowly walked towards the park. After so much running, he figured taking slow steps to get to his destination was the best option.

That is, until they were more than silhouettes, when Brian could really see them. The Zoroark ran, still holding onto the crown. Meggie was the first to notice, seeing splashes of water as the invisible fox made his way towards them.

"Hey, he's here!" she said to Dexter.

Dexter grinned right as Brian dropped the illusion, showing himself to them. "Goggles! Yer finally 'ere, dumbass! I've missed ye, ye sunuvabitch!"

"Nice seein' you too." Brian sighed in relief, then took a look at the crown. "There's little—probably no time to explain. We need to find somewhere to hide, and fast. I'll catch you up on the way."

"I figured it," Meggie shrugged. "We found a warehouse nearby. You better tell us everything!"

"Ye mean I found it, popsicle." Dexter pouted dramatically.

"...I know it's only been a few minutes, but I missed you all." Brian let out a faint chuckle. "Lead the way, Dex."


The warehouse was empty all around. It had been for a while, from what they gathered. Mosses and weeds pushed through the compacted ground, breathing for the light given by the shattered windows above. Rusty pipes ran along the rotting walls; clearly a far cry from the days of usage they once saw. The ceiling, too, was rusted and collapsing. Suspended by failing beams, this warehouse was not long for the world.

At least Brian managed to easily lock the entrance with some of the tool in his bag. They were safe, for now.

"Phew. Was getting kinda tired of all the rain. Now I smell bad." Brian sighed, shaking the water off his fur.

Dexter did the same. "I know, right? Now me bandana's all messy an' wet."

"...I'm doing fine, thanks for asking, boys." Meggie rolled her eyes. At least she didn't have to worry about wet hair, or… any hair at all. She descended to the ground, sitting. "And uh, Brian? What's with that crown?"

"Shit, good point. Goggles, what did ye do?"

Couldn't they just talk about other things?

…Probably not.

"So, uh, long story short, Scar and his goonies want to unleash some weird thing called Necrozma, which will make Lance be its vessel? And I kinda… told him about it, so now he's no longer with them, but he can't join us yet?"

Meggie locked eyes with Dexter, then looked back at Brian. "You don't sound… sure of what you're saying."

"Easy, Goggles, easy." Dexter sighed, leaning in and touching Brian's shoulders. "Take it easy. Slow steps, aight? Start with that there Necrozma guy. Who be 'im?"

"I, uh, don't know… I followed Max and Lilith into a room, and they started explaining that they needed some crystals to let him out."

Meggie raised her arm. "I remember Scar talking to me about it before, when we were in the desert."

Brian blinked. "Wait, really? That's… huh."

"From what I remember, Scar seems super devoted to him, religiously so. I wonder… these guys sound like a cult."

"Pup got involved with a cult? Shit, that's... that's awful." Dexter stepped back. Sure, he didn't know most of the details, but he did know cults were evil.

"R-Right." Brian cleared his throat. "So Scar wants to set this Necrozma guy free… which is like, good for him I guess, but also, they said that Lance will be used as a vessel when they do unleash him. I don't know exactly what they mean by vessel, but it… it can't be good, r-right?"

Meggie looked down. "And… you told Lance about this?"

"Yes. We, err, we had a fight. I told him all I knew!" Brian's fur poofed up, and he suddenly flashed a smile. "He believed me! He told me to punch him, steal the crown and run! So that's what I did! Lance's on our side now, but he mentioned—wait. No, he didn't put it in those exact same words, but what I got was that he's gonna be working as a double agent for us."

"Lovely." Meggie sighed, relief visible in her eyes, as was the exhaustion from the boat trip. She wanted to sleep, but hearing Brian was more interesting. "...Good to know."

"The crown…?" Dexter looked at it, still on Brian's paws. "Wait a minute. The crown 'as a crystal in it, the same thin' them cultists want?"

"Pretty much." Brian sighed, clutching the crown tight. "If we could destroy this crystal, it'd be great . Think I'm gonna run some tes—"

Another deafening thunder struck, somewhere far from them.

"—tests. I'll try to do some tests, don't have my equipment, but I'll figure something out. We should get some sleep."

"Sleep's good," Meggie nodded. "You're on the run, right? We should take turns."

"Agreed," Dexter added. "I slept the most o' us on the boat, I can take the first shift."

"Suit yourself." Brian yawned, stretching his arms. "...This place sucks for sleeping, but we got this. G'night, guys."


Their night was peaceful, if a bit painful due to the lack of proper beds. Thankfully, it took a long time for Dex to even feel tired, let alone sleep. And in the meantime, Brian and Meggie had slept closer together, the latter giving an excuse for Brian to share body heat with her.

Brian was the first one to wake up, yawning. The sunlight entered through the broken windows, illuminating the entire warehouse. He still heard a few drops of rain.

As for the crown, it was right next to him, and to Meggie. Brian finally stopped to take a closer look at it, more specifically, at the black stone. It was mesmerizing, shiny and… and it was powerful . Somehow, Brian felt that. Weird, he wasn't even used to aura stuff like Lance was.

That thing's powerful. Really powerful.

Nobody was awake except him. Brian could make some tests on it if he wanted.

Did he want to?

Ever so slightly, the crystal glowed. Brian gulped, unsure. If he could find a way to destroy it, then all their problems would be over. But… that aura was so enticing, so relaxing. He could use its power, surely he could. And it would help them all!

If… if this gives me the power to save my friends, then—then I need to take it! I… I need to.

His paws shook, trembled, part of him still scared of the prospect of taking in something so raw, so primal and powerful that it had to have consequences.

Another part of him wished, welcomed the power. And that part won.

Brian stood up, picking up the crown with one paw. With the other, shaky paw, he slowly pressed the crystal.

Thump, thump, thump.

Heart racing, Brian grunted, pressing his claws on the crystal, trying to pull it out. It was unmoving, unflinching. Still, he kept trying, struggling to even move it by an inch.

"Urgh… Brian?" Meggie yawned, opening her eyes just in time to see him doing… that. By all means, it was probably part of the tests he mentioned earlier. Still, Meggie couldn't help but stare, her own heart sinking.

Next, it was Dexter, coughing up drool that accumulated on his throat. "Fuck… fuck, the hell's goin' on?" The Floatzel stared as well, feeling the same way as his Froslass companion. "Goggles?"

"I… I can sense the power this thing has. It's gonna help us! So I'm removing it!"

"That—Brian, stop it. I don't like—I don't feel well about this!" Meggie pleaded.

Brian snarled, continuing to pull on the crystal, even as Meggie ran towards him. The sight of her running gave him the strength necessary to yank the crystal off the crown.

Inky darkness began pouring out of the Darkinium-z, forcing Meggie back. Her heart skipped a beat, then another. Maybe… Maybe things were going to be fine?


Brian panted, holding the stone on his paw, and dropping the crown. The darkness kept pouring, he kept his gaze on it.

"See? All good and dandy. It's a-oka—GAH!"

He stumbled back, screaming, shouting , the crystal seemed to sink inside his very skin, piercing through, making drops of blood fall down. Those droplets, initially red, slowly turned back once they fell.

"B-Brian!"

"Goggles!" Dexter clenched his teeth, then charged forward, figuring his strength would be enough to subdue him.

…He was wrong. Brian grunted, barely moving his arm, and a black, shadowy arm erupted, shoving the Floatzel aside. Dexter crashed on the floor, screaming in pain.

"G-Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" Brian screamed, falling to his knees and slashing at the ground beneath him. The darkness kept pouring out of the crystal, now fused to his arm.

His short mane began to poof out, turning from its usual black into a shade of white, and extended all the way to his feet. Brian screamed, tears streaming down his face, blood dripping from his right arm, where the crystal was. Brian was surrounded by a pure black aura, covering him in its entirety, and his screams turned distorted. The area on his neck began to protrude forward, turning red and spiky.

"J-Just—get out of here! Get… get… g…e…t… o…u…t…"

Brian lowered his head backward, ceasing to move. His body twitched slightly, and part of his mane poofed down, covering one of his eyes, while the other began glowing ominously.

"Goggles? Goggles, can ye 'ear me?" Dexter struggled to stand up, clenching his jaw in pain. "...Go—Brian!"

"Brian?" Meggie trembled, looking at… whatever Brian had become. She extended an arm. "Brian, answer us! We're worried!"

"G-Graaah!" Brian—or the thing that looked like Brian snarled, getting on all fours, mane swishing unnaturally in the air, despite no strong wind currents in the area. Even his fur looked wispy.

"The fuck 'appened to 'im?" Dexter finally stood up, still grunting, but struck a battle pose, ready to fight. "Popsicle, we—I don't 'ave a good feelin' about this here."

"You." The thing tilted its head towards Dexter, and a single tear fell down. "Not… guilty. Friend."

The beast roared, running towards the exit. Dexter grunted, putting himself in front of Brian, and getting ready to punch him with both arms.

"Brian, I dunno what's gotten into ye, but ye gotta stop! Now!" Dexter shouted, hoping his words would get through to his friend. He then turned to face Meggie. "Ye too! Help me! Something's not right!"

"I-I… I can't—" Meggie floated away trembling.

That was enough. Dexter stepped forward, focusing, the vaporous water in the air around his arm began to liquefy and shape itself into a gauntlet. "Don't know what's gotten into you, Goggles, but it ain't right! I—what the fuck are ye now?!"

Dexter recognized… some aspects of the beast. Like the wispy mane, the protution on Brian's neck… but he couldn't put it into words.

Meggie, meanwhile, trembled. She couldn't react, attack, or do anything. Just watch with teary eyes.

Brian roared, extending his left arm. It turned wispy and began to stretch, his claws turning sharper, larger as he slashed Dexter, who only barely reacted in time to dodge, and was still struck on his arm. The Floatzel jumped with his water-coated arm, punching his friend's wispy limb with all his strength.

To no results. Brian didn't even flinch. In fact, he stopped, raising his head and sniffing the air. "Not enemy."

"If I were yer enemy, I'd be pretty fuckin' surprised!" Dexter aimed at the bag and punched it off of Brian, making it roll on the floor.

Brian hissed, then ran forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and producing a shockwave so strong it blew both of his teammates towards the walls.

He was gone.


Dexter coughed, falling down again after hitting the metallic wall. He grumbled, turning to see the other side, and ran towards Meggie.

She was looking towards the exit, mouth opened and trembling, the words never managing to escape it.

"Aaaaaalright. What the fuck just 'appened?" Dexter grumbled, looking for Brian's bag. It was only a few feet away, easily accessible once he walked to it. Dexter zipped it open and grabbed two oran berries, tossing one to Meggie, and eating the other one.

She began to shiver. "...That wasn't him. It—it can't be him. I know him, Dex. I know Brian. He's not like that."

"I ain't arguin' with ye about it," he shrugged, sitting down next to her. "Goggles ain't the type. 'Sides, he looked weird. Like... somethin' outta a nightmare."

Meggie looked at him, tears falling down her face. "I-I know. I know that, but… what happened? And—we can't just leave him like that. Whatever it is."

"Aye, aye. We ain't leavin' him." Dexter nodded. He began working on trying to pinpoint why Brian looked familiar. Gears were grinding, but it was hard . "Gah, too much fer me brain. Can't ye 'elp me out, Popsicle?"

Meggie didn't bother paying attention. Her mind was busy with other things, like… feelings. The feeling, the drive to protect Brian, to save him from whatever was causing him harm. It was like a fire in her heart, a flame that burned so brightly it was suffocating .

"...I love him." she finally said. "I love Brian."

Dexter instantly tilted his head. "...Popsicle, I know that, Goggles knows it, the entire fuckin' world knows it. What's yer point?"

"The point is that we're gonna save him. And Lance." Meggie took a deep, frosty breath as she locked eyes with him. "We're saving both of them, even if it means moving heaven and earth!"

"Hey, hey, slow down there!" Dexter shook his head. One thing was to help them save their friend, the other was endangering his life for… for what, exactly? It didn't sit right with him, he wasn't a hero. "I'm not sure… if we can even go up against a cult."

Yet, seeing her so pumped up, so full of life, of love, he couldn't help himself. Dexter sighed, shaking his head. This was surely going to get him killed. That much was obvious.

"We need to move, Brian's gone crazy and we need to find him asap!" Meggie grabbed the Floatzel's hand and tried to push him.

"Aye, aye. Let's go already!" Meggie grabbed the crown left behind, putting it on the bag, and ran.


Screams filled the air, and panic ensued as the beat walked, slowly, towards the castle. His claws scratched the rocky ground with ease, leaving marks wherever he went. Drool dripped on the ground, evaporating as soon as it made contact. His steps never faltered, never slowed. No, if anything, they were getting faster.

But so was the security. In mere seconds, Fraxure circled around the beast, some with spears, some with nothing but their fangs, and ready to strike at any moment.

The first one did. One that held a spear, charged towards the beast in an attempt to strike. And hit it did, right on Brian's arm, but he didn't flinch, budge or move, even as black, inky blood poured out.

What he did was contort his face and stare . Deep, deep into the Fraxure's body. No, all the way into his soul . The dragon's eyes widened, and he dropped the spear, tears rolling down his face like a waterfall.

"N-No. S-Stay ba—"

"GrrRAH!" Brian barked, his paws beginning to glow in a crimson and black hue. Spheres formed around them, and the beast jumped in the air, completely ignoring the spear on his arm. He roared, unleashing a high-pitched scream that shook the earth below as he fired the spheres towards the Fraxure.

At that point, the dragon started running, running with all the might his body had, to the point his legs were nothing but jelly. If he could just run faster , he'd be safe. If he kept going, He would be alright! All he needed to do was do—

The sphere struck, grazed his skin, and right away the dragon replied with a blood curdling scream of his own, well beyond what should be possible, or normal. As he screamed, the sphere began to envelop him, sticking together like goo, until it covered him completely.

Not once did the screams stop. Not even as the gooey wrap began to glow, bursting open in a crimson explosion, unleashing smoke all around it. The beast dropped to the ground and yanked the spear off of him.

Once the smoke settled, the guards saw that the Fraxure was still there, badly wounded, with eyes and mouth open, but otherwise… unmoving, inert. Like a statue.

"G-GrrrAHH!"

Brian turned his gaze to the rest of the guards, and something inside him told him they were the enemy, they were prey .

And predators knew what to do with prey.


Dexter was limping, waiting for the healing effects of the berry to kick in, but Meggie? Meggie was floating—no, flying as fast as she could, which happened to be much more than Dexter could keep up with, even if he was healed.

"Fuck me... why did me muscles 'ave to make me so slow?"

He started running, hoping to at least catch up with her, but Meggie was faster. When he got to a spot, she was already multiple feet away. When he reached that area, she was gone. This kept on going on and on, Dexter panting, but Meggie was showing zero signs of stopping. Not even to catch her breath.

"We don't have time to waste." Meggie glared , the coldest glare she did towards him. The fire in her eyes kept burning, and Dexter wondered how much she cared for Brian. It had to be a lot . With capital letters, probably.

"I know, I know." Dexter sighed. "But I be 'urt, Popsicle. Ye can't expect me to put on a marathon ."

She kept glaring, now with cold, almost dead eyes. "You're right. I can't—if you won't help me, then at the very least, don't get in the way."

"Fer fuck's sake—" Dexter groaned. "Meggie, Meggie, stop !"

He shouted, and she finally stopped glaring and listened . Meggie looked at him, angry, bitter. Tears were on her face, frozen, becoming snowflakes.

"What?!"

"Can't pretend I know the full story between the three o' ye, but ye gotta slow down! We'll get there when we get there. There's no point in 'urryin—"

"What? Meowth got your tongue?"

Dexter shook his head, trembling, and slowly pointed to her back. Her whole body shivered , and something, some feeling crept its way onto her. Hesitation. Meggie gulped, trying to speak, but it fell on deaf ears. She slowly, slowly turned her back to see what exactly Dexter was talking about.

Bodies. Multiple Fraxure, or their bodies, on the floor. WIth their eyes looking like they were about to pop off their bodies, mouths opened. They were almost in line, picked off one by one.

That wasn't the end of it. Because it made her gasp. It made Meggie fall on her rear. It made her cover her snout.

Brian. The beast. Holding one of the Fraxure by his throat, snarling and drooling on the floor. Plop. Plop. Plop. He never noticed her, or if he did, Brian didn't bother.

"B-Brian?! C-Can you hear me…?" Meggie said. No, shouted at the top of her lungs, to really get his attention.

"Pop—Meggie, he ain't listenin' to ye, back off!"

But oh.

Brian did listen. He contorted his head backwards, bones cracking and popping, and stared. "..."

"F…ri…"


"Fri? From f-friends?" Meggie smiled. "Y-Yes, we're your friends!"

"F-F riends?" Brian tilted his head. He dropped the Fraxure and smiled, but then he screeched , falling on his knees and scratching his forehead, using so much power black blood dripped from it. "G-GrrrrrAH! GRAAAAAAH!"

The beast snarled, his wispy mane flowing unnaturally as he got on all fours. Brian's snout dripped with more drool and he stepped forward, ready for the strike, for the kill


But just as he was about to do it, the beast grunted, looking down at his feet. Ice was covering them, sturdy. Brian snarled, flexing his legs with enough strength to shatter it like glass.

"Hiyah!"

Brian blinked, only to be hit by a strong kick right on his snout after freeing himself from the ice. It forced him a few feet to his left, but he stuck his claws on the ground, slowing down until it came to a halt.

Meggie looked at who did it, and saw someone familiar.

"Hey, Meg. Sounded like you needed some help dealing with your boyfriend," she said, hopping around. "Unless that pirate guys is your—"

"Feck off, Carrots." Dexter grumbled. "Not into women. An' it doesn't matter, cuz we gotta get that there crystal off o' Brian!"

"Is the party done already? Or can I come in?" Max stepped from the other side, putting his hat on and cracking his neck. "Four against one. I do like our odds."

"You're… the enemy." Meggie said, barely holding back from attacking them on sight. Dex had to hold her back.

"Maybe, but the enemy of my enemy is my… ally." Lilith shrugged.

Brian finally shrugged off the damage inflicted on him, and took a look at the four, roaring. Blood dripped from his forehead and arm.

Max opened his bag, taking a looplet and throwing it towards Lilith. "We might need you powered-up for this."

She caught it without breaking a sweat, wrapping the bracelet on her right arm. "Ya bet."

"The fuck's that…?"

"Dex, stay back. And in case you can, feel free to punch them." Meggie stepped forward, focusing. Water condensated around her arms, bobbing like a pulse.

"I missed ya too." Lilith touched the emera on her arm, letting the energy rush into her, her body transforming. Her ears elongated and knotted up, and hard fur surrounded her paws and feet.

Max focused as well, but instead, his body doubled, forming a substitute to fight alongside him. Dexter blinked, then decided he really had to fight. He prepared a battle position and waited for the others to do something before stepping in himself.

Brian roared, rushing towards Lilith, his blue eyes glowing with anger, and his sharp teeth showing themselves.

Lilith simply smiled and charged as well.


She jumped, spinning in mid-air, then fell faster than what should have been possible, aiming a kick at Brian. The beast simply rolled to the side, dodging what would have been a very powerful attack, judging from the dent on the floor where Lilith kicked. She grunted in pain.

Yet, she simply yanked her foot off the ground and cracked her knuckles. "Ya ain't so bad after all, kid. But—actually, who the hell cares?!"

"Grrrrrr…" Brian opened his mouth, a ball of pink, psychic energy began forming inside it. His fur frizzled with the move, until Brian roared out loud, the shockwave and the beam of energy sent towards her.

Once it hit Lilith, she simply faded into nothing. Brian groaned, just as multiple Liliths popped up all around him. They all moved in together, with pink hands, and unleashed a flurry. Punches, kicks, and bites… rolling, tussling, and clawing.

"...Do we need to 'elp Carrots?"

"I… don't think so." Meggie deadpanned. True, she was willing to help. But did Lilith even need it?

"God, I wish that were me." Max said, seeing Brian getting punched. It made the other two stare at him like he said the dumbest thing possible. "Double Team's really cool…"

Finally, Brian had enough of that. He punched the ground with an arm just as it began to burst with energy, sending an enormous shockwave across the area where Lilith and her copies were. The ground burst open, sending numerous crimson black spheres to the copies, destroying them one by one.

Lilith bit her lip, moving, backflipping to dodge all the spheres. She didn't like how they looked, and it was obviously something bad . With her swift movements, she was able to avoid getting hit. Then, she kicked the ground with force, jumping high in the air. Then, Lilith lowered her head backwards, unleashing a freezing beam towards him.

" WEAK !" Brian retorted, puffing out his chest and unleashing a gigantic stream of flames that downed any chances Lilith had of freezing him.

Not just that, but it hit her, before exploding in a flash of flames, sending her straight into the ground. Bits of rock were thrown upwards as she crashed, screaming in pain.

"...That's enough !" Max charged, his wires moving around, crackling with energy, and he promptly zapped Brian with it.

"K-Kuh!" Brian stumbled back, feeling the electricity run inside of him, especially once he tried to move.

Dex thought otherwise. "It can't be all we needed to do to restrain 'im."

And just like Dex said, it wasn't. Brian roared louder than before, shaking off the electricity. His entire body was covered in a black and red aura, his mane began swishing faster, and his fangs got sharper.

"G-Grrrr… RRRRRAAAH!" Brian created two more of the spheres from before, one in each hand, before combining them together into a larger ball, Then he threw it in the air.

The sphere fizzled, unstable, looking like it would pop off at any moment.

And it did. The attack exploded, unleashing a large wave of red energy that blinded Dexter, forced Meggie back, and made Brian laugh like a maniac.


Everything hurt. It all ringed, sounds muffled. Meggie didn't bother trying to move, having a hunch she couldn't. She grunted, trying instead to focus on the sounds she could hear. Voices, apparently. Someone… calling out her name. Shocked, desperate, angry. She could feel it, despite not knowing who the voice belonged to.

Then, the voice's owner shoved down something… an Oran Berry, down her throat. And in seconds, it was all getting better. Her hearing, her sights, it was all coming back…

…Dexter began crying tears of joy, hugging her tightly. "Meggie! Yer back! Holy fuck, I missed ye, ye lil popsicle!"

"W-Whoa, hold on, hold on! Your hugs are too strong, sto—" Meggie squeaked just as he let go of her, rubbing the back of his head.

"Me bad." Dexter smiled sheepishly. "Oh, and yer gonna want to see this here…"

Meggie slowly stood up, gasping. For starters, Lance , with a flowing cape, and with that… damn Marowak next to him. But that part was fine, she was expecting to see them anyway.

What she didn't expect was a large crimson done in front of the two, crackling, bursting with energy.

"Hm?" Lance's ears flicked, and he turned around. "Meggie, good. You're awake. I need to know—"

"We require an inquiry of what has happened around here." Scar said, firmly, grasping his bone club. "There have been reports of our guards going missing, the public is in panic, and my sub— teammates have also gone missing. Care to explain?"

Dexter snarled. "Like I told ye before, Brian has gone crazy ! He took that rock outta yer crown and went nuts!"

"Yes, but I wish to hear it from her ." Lance added. "Meggie, is that true? We may not be seeing each other anymore, but for the sake of my people, I am willing to help you deal with this. Whatever this is."

Meggie frowned. Was Lance really on their side? She didn't know for sure, but Brian trusted him. So she could do the same. "...Yes."

"Hmph." Scar faced the dome again. "I cannot begin to fathom how powerful that rock is. It resonated with Brian because he is a dark-type Pokémon, and the stone… it is pure dark-type energy. Not to mention… another detail."

Dex raised an arm. "I told Bones about the knocked out Fraxure. He said—"

"They are asleep." Scar added. The club's tip ignited in green flames. "...It is not a normal sleep. They are under the effects of a powerful Pokémon, considered a myth. Darkrai."

Meggie tilted her head, the name was unrecognizable. Dex, on the other hand, shivered just hearing about it. She concluded it was bad.

"My colleagues and I have reasons to believe that crystal contains the spirit of Darkrai, who has now bonded with Brian. That is why he acted so odd. He is nothing more than a beast now."

This could also serve as a test for Percival, Scar thought. "...Your Highness, he needs to be put down. For the greater—"

"No." Lance shook his head. "We will find another way."

Hmph, as I suspected. Scar sighed.

Lance looked at his former teammate, and the Floatzel. "Meggie, Dex. Scar and I are going inside. Inside… the eye of the storm. Will you help us?"

The Floatzel had already made up his mind, so he looked at Meggie, waiting for her to decide something. "It's yer call. Yer the boss, boss."

"...My decision?" Meggie smiled. "Let's go save him."

Scar nodded. "Very well. I will give you my full support, and… for now, at least, ignore the fact you committed treason."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Focus on the now , Scar."

The Marowak clenched his teeth. "Yes, your Highness."

At least this was a good opportunity to see the extent of the Darkinium-Z's powers.


As soon as they entered, Lance dropped to his knees, or rather, was forced to his knees. The pressure that place exerted on him was enough to keep him that way. He also started crying, tears flowing down his snout. And once he looked at the ground… Lance saw snow. No, not just saw.

He felt it. The texture, how it was cold against his paws… that was real snow. Not an illusion, but actual snow. How? How was that even possible? Illusions were just that. Not real, and Brian was certainly not capable of adding tact to them.

"F-Fuck!" Dex fell down the same, as did Meggie.

Only one didn't; Scar. He stood up, proudly, looking at them like he was thinking, theorizing on what that meant. There was a theory, one that needed confirmation, and to help with that, he looked forward.

A blood-red sky covered all his eyes could see, and every so often, thunder roared in the sky, and the cor—the unconscious bodies of the guards were there, floating in the air and coated in black aura. As were the bodies of Maxwell and Lilith.

"This place… it is a nightmare. Literally." Scar stated. "It pins you down, it focuses on your deepest, darkest fears to control you. Brian is no different."

"W-What are ye sayin'?" Dex tried to stand up, force himself to get up, but the pressure was stronger.

"I-I think… I think I got it." Lance added, grunting.

"B-Brian's possessed by the spirit of Darkrai, and that's making his illusion powers s-stronger!" Meggie blurted, getting a nod of approval from Scar.

"Correct. And I am not affected by despair because…" he sighed, looking up. "I already have enough despair in my life. Come. Move on from the shackles that bind you down, and overcome despair. Get up. I cannot win this on my own."

Lance grunted. Despair… he felt that. During most of his life, he was in despair. And now his brother was too. He couldn't take it, he had to fight! Lance roared, slowly, but surely, getting up.

Meggie watched it happen and the fire in her eyes returned. Brian needed saving, and just as he helped her, she was doing the same. Once she accepted that, standing became much easier.

"H-How are y'all so good at this? I—" Dexter groaned. He had no personal stakes here.

Or so… he thought. This was a fight to save a friend, someone that trusted him, that he fought alongside with, that accepted him on that team. The pressure was strong, but Dex realized he wasn't alone. He wasn't a hero, but this… this wasn't about being a hero. It was about helping a friend. The same one that believed in him.

And despair? "To fuckin' hell with despair!" Dexter finally stood up, roaring loud and proud. "Aight! Popsicle, Pup, Bones, we're savin' him! I hear all of y'all, loud an' clear!"

Now that they were all free from the pressure, Scar managed to smile. "Good. We must advance. Something tells me this will not be easy. And… I still believe Brian must—"

"I said no ." Lance snarled. He walked in front of them all, going ahead without saying another word.


Scar let his club burn brightly. If this was real snow, then they needed some source of heat. Except for Meggie, of course. He walked behind all of them, wanting to keep an eye out for any funny business. At this point, he didn't think they would do anything, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Lance clutched his cape, ears drooping. His own brother… turned into a monster like him. His heart was shattering just by thinking about it. And all because Brian wanted to help him. What kind of brother am I…? Hah. Hah… still a monster. But Brian, I promise I'll save you.

He wished Scar wasn't there, so Lance could talk to his friends. There was something he needed to do for them, if he was helping. All that was left was a window of opportunity.

Meggie eyed him, frowning. Can't pretend I know what's in his head, and I can't even say that I forgive him. Not with Scar around.

As they walked, the snow became thicker, colder, and a blizzard surged, slowing their movements even more. It was so strong that Scar's flame fizzled out. Or perhaps it was due to the sight.

"...It cannot be." Scar said.

"What?" Dex looked forward, squinting his eyes.

There, in the distance, stood a house. A tattered, wooden house. Its walls were dry of any painting, where there were broken windows, shattered glass fell into the snow, a door that was broken in half… who could live there?

Scar. Scar recognized it. Right away, flashes of memories splayed on his mind, of that house, of his family. His dead family. That was the last place he saw them. Scar only held back the tears because he was used to it. But that house… it had to be empty. This was just another illusion. It had to be. Was there anyone inside?

The answer was yes. They heard a child giggling, along with another, feminine voice, giggling as well. There was another detail that caused Scar's blood to boil . An Exploud walked towards the house, mouth opened, as a tiny ball of energy began forming, charging, growing.

Scar grabbed his club tighter than ever before, igniting it once again. "N-No— No ! Anything but this!"

The other three all turned to check what was going on with Scar. He ignored them, rushing ahead, body wrapped in flames that melted off the ever-thicker layer of snow.

Lance's aura sensors twitched, sensing distress. Distress, fear, anger, despair… all emotions that he could detect on the Marowak. "S-Scar! This isn't real! Hold on!"

The Exploud got closer, and the white energy ball stabilized as he took aim. Scar ran, almost there, almost there, almost the—

A roar was unleashed alongside the ball that turned into a long-ranged wave, completely evaporating the house.

Scar fell to his knees, both what he just saw and the pressure from this place forcing him to stay , no matter how much he struggled.

And he screamed. Until his voice failed, until his throat ran dry. Scar didn't care, didn't think.

Lance frowned. What they witnessed had to be…

"A memory," he said. "Scar, who did those voices belong to?"

"My wife, my son." Scar said, clenching his fists. "T-They… they were murdered, just for some Exploud to feel amusement. He was… the worst of the worst."

Dexter gulped. His own parents had disowned him, but if he were to see them killed… he'd feel the same way. "S-sorry, Bo-Scar. This here place's messed up. We gotta get Brian outta 'ere as soon as possible."

Meggie didn't react. She was thinking, pondering. That was a memory, like Lance said. A memory specifically chosen to torture Scar, to break him. "This… Darkrai, who is he?"

"Maker o' nightmares, an' a boogeymon fer every child." Dex answered. "Ma told me stories 'bout 'im so I'd behave."

"Hm…" Meggie whined. "I'm pretty sure this Darkrai's trying to get us worked up. We gotta go, Brian's waiting for us."

"That was my theory as well." Scar snarled, slowly standing up. "I am fine. Let us continue."

Lance felt bad for him, despite everything being a lie. He almost wondered if the memory was a lie, but… no. The feelings of sorrow were true enough. He kept on walking, pressing forward, along with everyone else.


This time, Scar was the one upfront. His reasoning was to not let something like that happen again, as the most level headed member of this… hm, it couldn't be called a team. A gathering? Outcasts, misfits? Perhaps for the Floatzel and Froslass. Him and Percival were nothing close to outcasts.

Said Floatzel stepped forward, passing by Meggie and Lance. His twin tails flickered as he stood side by side with Scar. At the very least, he had some questions to ask.

"The fuck did ye do to Pup? Now, I don't know 'im all that well, but... he seems different."

"You should work on your tongue. I can hardly understand you." Scar stated, rolling his eyes. "As for Percival? Nothing. All I did was open his eyes. Tell him the truth, something that your comrades seemed unlikely to do."

Sheesh, sounds like somethin' a cultist would say. Dexter refrained from expressing that thought out loud. "...Sorry. About yer family."

Scar took a deep breath, and let out an equally deep sigh. "...While I understand that you are feeling sorry for me, that is an empty gesture. You do not like me. Perhaps… you are stating this due to a similar experience?"

Dexter shivered. Fuck! The guy read him with just some words!

"Your reactions speak more than your words, and unlike them, I can actually understand reactions." Scar nodded. "...But refrain from interacting. You are not my friend, nor my ally. We are merely acting on the basis of a truce."

"Fine, fine!" Dexter grumbled, walking forward, muttering some curses under his breath. Prick…

Scar didn't bother following. "I would highly advise against going too far. Unless you wish to experience a nightmare of your own."

Dexter begrudgingly stopped, letting them catch up, and then continued to walk. No wonder Brian wanted to deal with this so soon, Scar was a dick .

…Meh. I'll just calm down. Gotta keep calm to get Goggles out o' this place.

Honestly, what would his nightmare be…? He didn't have fears. Nah, Dexter was a strong man. No fears! Not any that came to mind, and if none came to mind, the dungeon—if that counted as a dungeon—wouldn't fuck him up!

"...Fascinating." Scar's voice, unfortunately, moved him back to reality.

"What's fascinating?" Dex said.

"The water."

"What?"

Dexter looked down, and it was true. Instead of snow, water rushed. It felt cold, eerily cold. And it smelled like… death. Or a rotten corpse.

"Must be another nightmare," Lance said, sighing. "...But whose? I don't remember this."

"Me neither." Meggie hovered down, trying to freeze the water. It worked… for just a few seconds, until it melted again. "Then again, I hardly remember things before all of this."

"It is not mine either." Scar added. That only left…

Dex. He frowned, watching the water all the way his eyes could see. Slowly, he saw a boat forming, materializing in the distance, and stepped back.

I can't—I ain't confrontin' this now! There's no time! I wanna find me friend!

Scar looked at Lance and nodded. The two walked a few steps back, while Meggie floated towards him, frowning.

"That's… what's that, Dex? You can talk to me."

He knew that. It didn't make things any easier. A lump formed on Dex's throat. "Don't got much o' a choice, eh? If I do nothing, we'll be stuck 'ere. An' goggles will... yeah."

"Well, yeah, but I'm your friend. I like talking to you, and, if it weren't for you, I'd—we'd have rushed in." Meggie held his hand, sighing. "...So go ahead, lay it on me."

"That's… me old house." Dex explained, looking at her. "Before I ran away from me parents. They were pressurin' me, wantin' me to take o'er the family's business, but I... didn't want that. I wanted to get outta there."

So that was it. Scar sighed. Perhaps he misjudged Dexter. He sounded like a good kid, but as a parent… Scar could understand what they did. They thought that was the best for him.

"And that's not a bad thing!" Meggie answered, clutching his hand. "You grew stronger, you went to places, you're with us! Isn't that worthwhile?"

Dexter blinked. Then, he laughed. So hard he shed tears. Getting a pep talk from Meggie? Unbelievable. He loved it, however. "Fuck… Popsicle, yer great. Don't ever forget that."

Lance and Scar saw the water evaporating, but the others didn't seem to notice that at all. Well, he could leave them that way for a few more minu—

"Are you done? We still have to find Brian." Scar said. Perhaps… perhaps killing Brian was not necessary.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, Bones. We—"

An earth-shattering roar got their attention, while the place shook. They all tried to hold their ground—except Meggie, who simply tried to help Dex do that—while the skies crackled with black lightning.

The roar got closer, coming from way above, as Brian fell.

He hit the ground, standing on all fours, and met eyes with them, drooling.

"He found us first." Scar said, twisting his club. "Be wary. We do not know the full extent of his powers."

Lance braced himself, eyeing the looplet on his arm, and decided to save it for a life-or-death scenario. One that he hoped would not come to pass.


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Brian tilted his head, staring at them. His expression was neutral, but yet… there was a tint of pain. Not from his wounds, they had already healed, but perhaps, it was Brian, trying to break free from the thing that took him over.

"The odds are in our favor." Scar said, but shook his head. "...However, Meggie and I are at a disadvantage. We will support you in any way we can. Percival, remove the Darkinium-Z from your brother's arm, and it should bring him back to normal."

"Should?" Lance grumbled. He focused, creating a large bone staff, made of pure, purple aura. "...You're not exactly boosting morale. Dex, follow my lead. We can do this."

"Aye, aye!"

"Meggie, I shall create an opening."

Scar jumped in front, moving his club as to direct the fire elsewhere, namely, himself. He let the fire envelop him, and watched as it changed from orange to green.

"My apologies." Scar charged, spinning his body like a wheel and clashing straight into Brian.

The "Zoroark" was forced back, snarling and grunting, trying to block the flaming wheel with both of his arms, only for it to end in him being burnt. Brian stumbled.

Scar muttered. "Meggie, now!"

She nodded and charged forward. Brian snarled, lunging in as well. He was fast , but Meggie had the power of flight, meaning she could outmaneuver most of his slashes and attacks. But the beast was angry. Brian lowered his head and unleashed a stream of flames right towards her.

Barely, that was. She floated upwards, clapping her hands together. The air surrounding her hands froze into a compact shard of ice. "Brian! I'm… really sorry!"

She yelled, unleashing a strong blizzard down, right where Brian was. Ice shards fell. Brian grumbled, dodging left and right. One of them was larger, and he had to jump to avoid being hit.

Dexter charged, wrapping both of his fists in water, shaping it into gauntlets. The Floatzel clenched his teeth and ran towards Brian just as he landed, trying to punch.

"WEAK!" Brian stated, blocking the punch with one arm.

"C-C'mon!" Dexter roared, punching with his other fist. Brian blocked that one as well. However, Dex smiled, roaring until his body started bulking, and from that surge of power, he was able to put more pressure onto the punch.

"G-Guuuurgh!" The Beast answered, legs shaking, but still holding the punches. His fierce, blue eyes glowed.

Lance took a deep breath, then ran forward, leaving nothing but dust where he stood. With his extreme speed, Lance was able to make short work of the way towards his brother, and with club in hand, he parried Brian's knee, then the other one, and then jumped back.

His plan worked, Brian groaned, now struggling to stay upright. For Dex, this was great, as he was able to free himself from Brian's fists, and answer with two of his own, hitting the "fox" with force.

"We're doing this! But it's not done yet!" Lance urged, moving his club and rushing in again.

…Close.

Closer.

Closest.

Brian stared at him right as Lance got close enough, with dead eyes. The Lucario stuttered, his sensors picking up the faintest sign of his brother in there.

The beast grinned, spouting up flames again, and Lance was tossed backwards.

Lance sunk his claws on the ground to slow down and lessen the impact, screeching to a halt. He panted, ripping off his cape.

"Scar, Meg, Dex," he said, grunting. That wasn't a normal fire. It was so strong . "...Stay back. Even with combined efforts, Brian's not do—"

The Fox lunged, spinning around Lance and firing multiple balls of ghost energy towards him. He grunted, dodging some and striking others with his club.

Scar nodded. "Very well."

Dexter wasn't sure what Lance was even talking about, but after a nod of affirmation from Meggie, he, too, stepped aside. Lance, while dodging the strikes, kept advancing, kept getting closer to his brother. He snarled, tapping the stone on his arm.

With the burst of energy surrounding him, Lance was able to run faster than ever, his body enveloped with purple aura while the mega evolution happened. Brian answered to this with a burst of energy of his own, and tried to slash his brother away.

"N-Not today!" Lance blocked with one arm, or more precisely, with the spike on his right arm.

Their powers collided, making a large shockwave that spread across the area.


Brian and Lance kept putting pressure, each trying to knock the other off. Lance focused, taking deep breaths. Then, he roared,finally able to push Brian back and stun him, albeit temporarily.

"I am… so sorry." Lance gathered energy in his right paw, forming a purple sphere that was shot towards Brian. It homed in on him, hitting the beast without any issue.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrurgh! RAAAARGH! " Brian hissed, his stomach full of smoke around the area he was hit in. With a flicker of his paw, Brian launched that crimson sphere again.

"Not now…" Lance dodged to the side, rolling, and then charged, creating a second staff on his other hand, launching quick, but powerful strikes in succession.

Meggie almost protested, but Dex stopped her, grabbing her arm. "I think... Pup's winnin'."

"He has the power of Mega Evolution on his side." Scar added. "...Observe. We must find an opening to help him finish this fight."

Lance's body burst with aura as he put more and more strength into his strikes, each one getting faster, harder, stronger than the other. Brian, having blocked most of the first one, started to get more defensive, and was slowly being pushed back by the flurry of moves.

"Come back to your senses, Brian!" Lance said, blocking a Shadow Ball by crossing the staffs in an X shape. "...You have dreams! You have aspirations! Don't let something, some monster strip you of all that makes you who you are!"

Brian stopped fighting back. He panted. "L-L…ance?"

The Lucario's ears flicked. Yes, yes! "Brian! Stay put, I'll get that thing off you!"

He smiled back at Lance, but then fell down, screaming again. Sparks of black electricity crackled around him. "A-AH! G-GRRRRAH!"

Brian lowered his head. And stood still. Perfectly still. Lance gulped, instinctively backing away, little by little. "B-Brian?"

With another snarl, the crystal on Brian's arm began to glow and pour energy to the outside, flowing to a single spot at the top of his paw. At first, it was the crimson sphere again. But then…

"Weak. Weak. WEAK ! I… strong. I… protect. I… defend… the seal."

Scar's eyes lit up. "The—"

Brian began laughing maniacally, the sphere in his hand fizzled. Changed, turning into a mix of black, red and purple. The mere air around it looked like it was being sucked inside.

"Black Hole…"

Lance didn't bother letting him finish that. After creating another Aura Sphere, he charged, ready to clash with whatever that attack was.

Brian kept laughing, even as the spheres collided. "ECLIPSE!"

It didn't last long. Brian's attack enveloped the Aura Sphere, and with a swift movement of his arm, the Zoroark laughed, striking his brother with the sphere. Lance screamed in pain as the sphere began sucking him inside. Even while it happened, Brian didn't stop laughing. All he did was throw the sphere into the air, where it exploded in red and black.


A giant cloud of smoke covered the area, blocking everyone's vision. Dexter coughed, rubbing his eyes to try and get rid of that smoke, when he heard Meggie scream.

She pointed to the sky, or at Lance, falling down, his body full of injuries, until he crashed next to them. Meggie rushed to his side, opening the bag and quickly scanning for any berries.

Scar was about to protest when he saw Brian jumping at him, only giving him enough time to put the club in front and block the claws. "M-Meggie! Heal him already! I cannot hold Brian for long!"

Dexter tried to pull Brian away from his behind, but was simply slapped aside.

Lance grunted, pulling… something out of the bracelet, and showed it to Meggie. "Q-Quick… keep this, it's important."

Meggie nodded, finally grabbing the berry, and helping him eat it. "P-Please be well… please be well!"

Scar was distracted by literally having to save his own life to notice any of that. "Come on! We are pinning him down! Use this opportunity!"

Dexter rushed again, putting his arms around Brian's stomach to hold him, but the fox began to struggle, trying to set himself free.

Lance swallowed the berry, panting. He looked at Meggie and ran ahead. "Let's go!"

Meggie sighed, following him. She focused all her power to freeze Brian's feet, at least to help restrain him more. Lance ran to Brian's right side, where the stone was located. He saw it, pulsing, bursting.

"Alright, Brian. This might hurt, but it's the only plan we have…!" Lance touched the emera, mega evolving again, and then grabbed the crystal, trying to pull it out. He grunted, feeling the stone piercing his skin.

Brian kept struggling, moving, attacking Scar. The ice on his legs began to crack, but slowly… he was getting weaker, just as Lance began to remove the stone.

"Push!" Lance said, groaning and putting more force, more power. "Push!"

" Push !" Lance shouted, finally yanking the gem off his brother. The sudden energy release shoved him to the ground.

The crystal began to fizzle again, trying to get a hold of Lance. Meggie gasped, then opened the bag, picking up the crown. Now… or never. "Lance, catch!"

She threw the crown at him, and Lance managed to raise an arm to grab it. With his remaining strength, he let the crown and crystal close. Like magnets, they were attracted to one another.

Clunk! The crystal was perfectly slotted inside the crown. Lance panted, falling down. The battle was over.

Brian's body glowed, the black aura surrounding it being transferred back to the stone, and he was back to normal, but passed out, being caught by Dexter, who wrapped his arms around the fox's shoulders.

Scar also panted, catching his breath. The area shook, and the entire construct got sucked inside the Darkinium-Z, unleashing a white, bright light.


When the light faded, everyone saw themselves back in the street. The guards slowly got back to their senses, as did Max and Lilith. Scar set his priorities on his comrades—no. He went to check on Lance.

"Percival." Scar said. "I… am glad you are alright. However—"

He turned to the ones that helped during this entire scenario: Meggie and Dex. They were tired, barely able to stand up. Even Meggie wasn't hovering. But she had her hand inside the bag.

"—Hmph. Are you attempting another trick?"

"No trick. Dex!"

"Aye!" The Floatzel scooted to her side.

Meggie picked up an orb from inside the bag. There wasn't even time to look at it before she smashed, teleporting the three away.

"Tch—Warped." Scar immediately turned his attention to the guards. "Find and bring them to me."


They appeared at the entrance to the city. Dex finally sat down, slowly putting Brian on his side. The Zoroark was still very much unconscious. Meggie leaned against the wall.

"Goddamn it… this was exhausting ."

"Ye do this here every day?" Dex asked, but if she decided not to answer, that was fine too.

Meggie shrugged. "...Usually, it's a lot more contained. This was too much."

'Course it is. Dexter sighed. "Did Pup give ye somethin'? Don't think Scar saw it, but I'm curious."

She managed a faint smile, messing with the bag. "Yeah, he did. I don't know how I had the time to put it in here, but…"

Meggie pulled a letter, and folded it open. Inside there were two names, and coordinates.

"T-They're dungeon names. And… coordinates, I think. I can't read them very well."

"Must be what Goggles was talkin' about." Dex said. "...We'll deal with that there later. We should look after 'im."

She couldn't agree more. Meggie looked at Brian, unconscious, and slowly floated to his side. Dungeoning could wait. She needed to be by his side.
 
Dungeon 51 - Solace

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 51 - Solace

Brian couldn't sleep. How could he, after what happened the day before? True, he was unconscious for most of it, but… it never escaped his mind.

He remembered it all. The power, the strength, the rage, that primal feeling Brian wasn't even sure he had in the first place—all the details were engraved inside his mind.

Idiot. You became a monster, and you hurt your friends.

A single tear dropped down, falling on one of Brian's legs. He was sitting down, thinking, mumbling something, holding the goggles with a paw.

I… lost my way. I became something else, someone else—I… I-I…

At that moment, all Brian wanted was to cry his heart out, but that wasn't an option; his friends were asleep on that mossy ground, and he was the first one awake. Well, at least he could be alone with his thoughts, and there were a lot of them.

I… I'm never letting that happen again. That power is evil. What… would Lance do?

Brian flicked his mane, putting a perfect illusion of his brother. Grrr, using power to protect is an oxygen!

…That didn't feel right.

Oxygen… oxymoron! Using power to protect is an oxymoron; power is only good to destroy.

There
it was. Something Lance would actually say; Brian felt like he said it before. And maybe his brother had a point, maybe that power was only useful to destroy and hurt. If that was the case, then all he had to do was never touch it again.

Grrr, you were naive, Brian! Good thing I was there to help you! What would you do… without… me.

He laid down, thinking. He'd done a lot of things without Lance, and yeah, Brian went all this way just to see him again, but now things got out of hand, that cult wanted to unleash something dangerous—something ancient. That's when he put his paw on his head, grunting.

While being possessed by that thing—Darkrai, Brian saw some memories. Some…things. He didn't know what to make of them, as his mind was only focused on protecting the crystal.

If Darkrai was protecting it, then… then Necrozma must really be some abomination. I can't remember what I saw, but… if that's the case, I'll fight. I'll fight for myself, for my friends, for Lance… that's my decision.

Brian clenched a fist. If I don't fight, I won't survive. And to hell with this cult! I'm gettin' my brother outta there!

He held in a laugh, how the hell did he manage to find something good amidst so many intrusive thoughts? Brian laughed, letting more tears fall.

I'm… not a monster. That wasn't me, that was—it was the thing… Darkrai. I'd never hurt my friends like that.

Almost like on cue, he heard Dex snoring, drooling, or both at once. Brian scoffed, rubbing the back of his head. Maybe they'll wake up soon. I wish I could get them some food, but this place's a dump.

Brian took a deep breath, already calmer.


"Goddamn... took too long to get up on deck."

Dex yawned, rubbing a bit of drool that was stuck on his face. On the bright side, his arm was better. By better, Dex meant he could actually move it now. Some orans and he'd be back to full strength!

"G'morning." Meggie said, grunting. Sleeping on the ground hurt her a lot more than she thought. "...I feel like shit. You?"

"Popsicle, same thin'."

"Brian?" Meggie began to float, looking around. She didn't see him anywhere. "Brian! Dex, c'mon, we need to find him—"

"Hey."

Brian walked inside the warehouse, holding a large, brown bag that dripped with… grease? Oil?

"Goggles! Yer alright!" Dex almost went for a hug, but grunted, his arm stinging.

Meggie didn't hold back her surprise, and sparkly eyes, but she did turn away, forcing herself to pout. "You had me worried… where'd you go?"

"Made an illusion and got ourselves some snacks. Meat on a stick!" Brian pulled one out, a stick with copious amounts of Miltank beef in it. He threw it to Dex, who caught it without much issue, other than a grunt. "Also… uh, thanks. For saving me yesterday."

Meggie hovered to his side, picking a stick for herself. "You'd do the same for us. Besides, we're all friends here."

"Yup, yup." Brian nodded, getting the final stick. He munched on the meat.

"Could be meatier, but 'ey, I ain't complainin'." Dex finished his already, and used the pointy end to remove some bits of food that remained on his teeth. "Oh, an'... yer welcome, Goggles. I'm new at this 'ero thing, but I'm tryin' me best. An' we got a world to save, eh?"

"We do," the Froslass agreed. "...We know that wasn't you, by the way. The Brian I know is kind, strong, and gentle. That… was none of those things."

Brian's ears flicked, his face turning a deep shade of red. "W-Well… if that's what ya think, I c-can't complain, r-right?"

"Nope."

Dex scratched his head. "That bein' said... Goggles, what're ye planning? We lost the crystal, an' we're on the run."

Meggie looked down, thinking. We don't have it, but we can try yanking it off Lance. Maybe.

"Their security's probably higher this time, I don't think illusions will cut it anymore. Besides… there's Scar. Who knows what the guy's done now? Maybe he brainwashed Lance, or something."

Hearing that, Brian shook his head repeatedly. "No! I-I'll… think of something. I'm not a big planner, but I'm sure I can think of something. Lance's counting on me for this one, so I'll just try everything I can!"

"Goggles... shit." Dex smiled, swishing his double tails. "Ye two be really close, 'uh?"

"Lance's my best friend." Brian shrugged. "...Honestly, for now I should think of something to contact him. And once again: I should build communicators. I'm adding that to my bucket list."

He grumbled, taking a more serious expression. "Anyway… I remember some of the things I saw when possessed. Visions… I think. Necrozma, and how much he destroyed the world in the past."

Meggie opened her mouth, and let it hang there for a while. "...The world's not destroyed."

"It isn't. But… it might be. Necrozma has enough power to do that if he wants. If he gets 'complete'. Which… well, I don't need to say how bad that'd be, right?"

Dexter sighed. "Jolly. The first team I join fights against the apocalypse. A little beyond me better judgment, but I'll take it."

Brian sat down again, throwing the bag away. "...We need to come up with a plan, and I need help."


Nothing inside that castle room made any noise until a cup of tea was thrown into the wall, shattering it into tiny pieces.

Scar huffed, panting, breathing slowly. That was crude. I must… recompose myself. There is no need to be this angry, we have the crystal again, and the only thing that remains is finding the other two.

True, true. His reaction was nothing more than some irrational corner of his mind trying to let emotions out. Fortunately, Scar was good at keeping them in check. This was the one and only time he let it happen.

I… I will see them again, Scar muttered in his thoughts, turning his head to a corner of the room, where the photo of his family remained. You promised me, my Lord. Ever since that day when we talked… I have done nothing but what you asked me. I cannot—will not give up.

Scar slowly walked to the large bed, sitting in it. His nostrils flared with smoke, and his mind wandered to many years, to his house, or what was left of it. To that time where the only thing he dreamt of were the corpses of his wife and son.

Back then… you helped me. You appeared in my dreams. You asked—demanded me to work for you, to worship you. And I have done just that.

What did he expect? Someone to answer? No. The last time they talked, it was in dreams, when he was traveling the seas. Now that he thought about it, he was so close to that island they got stranded in, two—three months ago.

I am… so close, my Lord. So, so close. I can feel her fingers rubbing my head, I remember my child asking me to play with him. And yet, and yet… it all feels so far away. Can I keep going, my Lord?

Still nothing. Of course there was nothing. Nothing but the promise of solace, of getting everything he wanted.

…I am hurting so many others doing this. But if I achieve my goals, none of it will matter. If I do not, then… there is nothing left for me in this world, and I will gladly join my family in death.

His hands were shaking. Was that… regret? Hesitation? Scar groaned, neither options were something he could afford. All he could do was move forward, to achieve their goals.


For those goals to be reached, Scar needed to plan his next more very carefully. Perhaps Percival was no longer an ally, but he had yet to confirm that.

Had he been more emotional, his entire body would be up in flames. Scar, instead, decided to focus on strategizing. His first option was, of course, Maxwell.

Hm. At this time of the day, he is likely at his office. Without Lilith, I presume.

Having decided a location, Scar walked across the hallway, following the sounds of chips being eaten, and the more obvious sign: bits of the same chips, scattered on the floor. He rolled his eyes, but kept walking.

Scar knocked at the door. "Maxwell. It is me, Scar. Do you have a minute? It is about our strategies."

Something—a book, judging from the sound—fell, before Max answered the door. "Heya, boss. Sorry, I was reading some… literature."

Scar didn't flinch. "...After knowing you for so long, I have learned not to question such things. Do you have a minute or not? Otherwise, I may have a meeting with your Highness."

"Percy's got it rough, eh? Brother went crazy, we got knocked the f out… at least there was important data to gather there."

"Maxwell."

"...Right," the Electivire stepped back, giving him enough space to enter. "There ya go. What's up? I can almost feel the crankiness from up here."

"Perhaps I am 'cranky'," Scar took a seat next to the table, taking a look at the map. "But there is a reason. The closer we get to the end of our crusade, the more I feel anxious. I cannot believe we got this far."

Max held back laughter, seeing the chair Scar sat on was a tad too large for him. Turns out Marowak were small, and he never noticed it before. After that thought was gone, he took a seat himself. "...I getcha. We've come so far. Victory's right beneath our noses. What's gotten you down?"

"Are you done tinkering with the entercard?" Scar asked. "I believe it is the fastest, albeit unreliable, method of travel."

"Hey, hey, those things are ancient." Max shrugged. "Takes time to fix 'em, and get them ready to go. But you're in luck, old man. They're ready to go! I had to make sure they worked, so I made more than one copy. There's still a risk, but it's been minimized."

"It is still risky." Scar muttered. "Perhaps I should have groomed the Zoroark instead. His mechanical prowess would prove useful."

Both of them heard a minor grunt from outside the room. Max thought nothing of it, but Scar raised a brow.

…He ignored it as well. "Well, we still need resources once we get there. We cannot tackle these dungeons unprepared. If they are as dangerous as Lilith mentioned."

"They are. Lilly's not even sure there's Pokémon inside, or that they turn us feral. Seems like they're a special bunch." Max gulped, thinking about the one that housed the ghost crystal. It made him shiver. "...We can do this. Like you said, we're very close. Can't give up now, can we?"

Scar smiled softly. "We cannot."


Lance stood outside the room, flicking his ears, and trying to hear the most he could. Which… wasn't much. Something about entercards?

But they're… useless, and dangerous. Is Scar willing to go that far just to get what he wants?

Somehow, Lance felt like he knew the answer already. Some time ago, he would be just the same. No wonder he empathized with the Marowak.

…And there was something about "grooming"? That was loud and clear. He snarled, clenching a fist. Lance only barely had enough control to stop himself from attacking then and there.

Calm down, he thought, breathing slowly. …If they're using entercards to travel, I wonder if I can get one and give it to Brian. He can make them work.

On the bright side, he had a plan. A shitty, stupid plan, but better than nothing. The great question that popped up was how to meet them. Scar told the guards to arrest them on sight.

I can't go and meet up with, acting all friendly. Damn it… if they told me where they went… and it could be so many places, this kingdom is huge, my aura senses won't find them. Maybe… if they're amplified?

Ah, wonderful. Lance had a better plan. One with no guarantee of working. And with glaring flaws. For once, it depended on mega evolving, which came with its own risks of him going berserk. Not to mention he'd need to come up with an excuse to do that.

That's the easy part. If I say I'm searching for him, I don't think Scar will mind, he wondered. Lance heard clunking from the door, and decided to back away, having heard more than enough about this.

He turned right on the corner and walked towards his room, still thinking. Still, even if I'm mega evolved, there's no guarantee I'll find his aura. If he's with Dex and Meggie, that would be easier.

Damn… I don't think this one will work out. Maybe I should come up with a plan B. Or… Or!


Lance's mind lit like a lightbulb. I can take the search into my own hands. Brian is smart, maybe I can use some keywords he'll understand. Additionally, I can use the mega evolution plan. It won't be a fool proof plan, because it never is. However, it's my best option right now.

He needed to make sure this worked. Which one of my guards is more likely to help behind Scar's back? There's Vulcan, but I haven't seen him in a while. He's… reliable. Maybe I should try it. Hm.

At that point, he was right in front of his room. Instead of entering, he took a look at the window, seeing the training grounds. A smile spread around his face the moment he saw that familiar Haxorus.

Perfect. I just need to use my… charms. Lance groaned. …Or, alternatively, my powers as king. Which reminds me… once this is over, I'll abdicate.

Lance took a deep breath. It won't be easy, Brian, but I'm with you. I will meet you again.


Alright. Now I just need to go, Lance turned back, ready to meet the Haxorus. This will end we—

"Hello, your Highness."

Scar. Standing in front of him. He held… something in his hand. A white card. Not made of paper, no. It appeared metallic, and there was some energy pouring out of it.

Lance's aura sensors were twitching, picking up the energy that was inside that thing. "...An entercard?"

"Correct," Scar walked closer, handing him the card. "As you mentioned before, you wish to aid me in my cause. That is why I am giving you this."

"How useful would this be?"

After asking, he took a look at the card. There was an engraving of cocoons around each corner, along with a drawing of a Vivillion on the center. "Is… does this lead to a bug dungeon?"

"Also correct. Maxwell has added the coordinates, so it should be fully functional," he said, nodding. "I am giving you this one as a token of goodwill. We have other copies, however, access to Forest Chasm is to be kept to us. It is a dangerous place."

Goodwill. How much of it was goodwill, and how much was you tricking me…? Lance was glad he kept it to himself. "Understood. With how ancient these things are, I'm surprised you're using them. I thought they were dangerous."

"In the wrong hands, yes." Scar muttered. He was sure they were in the right hands. "We are doing good, Percival. We are still scheduling the best time to raid the dungeon—hm, perhaps I should call it 'temple'. Maxwell stated it is different from the ones we are used to."

Need to tell Brian about this. Lance nodded. "Different… how?"

"He had reasons to believe there are no ferals inside, and no risk of feralization."

"Ah," well, that was good news. Somewhat. "...Understood. We need to be prepared, right?"

Scar simply nodded.

"Alright. I must talk to Vulcan. Set up a small task force to capture my brother and his comrades." Lance declared, stern. "...It's my fault he showed up, I can, at the very least, help in his capture."

"Good. Very good." Scar gave him a smile. "Well, I am not keeping you here. Vulcan is training, yes? You should go. I will plan our raid, and may my Lord be free soon."

Lance forced himself to nod, and walked away, towards the stairs. This wasn't right, but he had the card. He could give it to Brian! Assuming, of course, he could find him. Like a game of hide and seek, except the stakes were much higher now.

Maybe I can use my influence as king to stop them from murdering him for treason.

Things to think about later. Because one thing was sure: Lance would never let his brother be put down. Not by any royal guards, and certainly not from the lunatic that was Scar.


It didn't take long until Lance entered the training area. And there he saw Vulcan, sparring against some Fraxure. Always dragons. Maybe he should change the town name to Draconia or something similar. The thought made him chuckle.

Though that was quickly shoved aside once he remembered the reason he was there in the first place. Lance put on his usual stern—edgy, as Brian would put it—expression, crossing his arms, deciding to wait for that spar to be over. It was fine, he could wait, and use the time to polish some things in his plan.

"Thrust with more power! Use your opponent's powers against them!" Vulcan proclaimed, dodging a spear strike and shattering it to bits with his thick tail. He didn't notice the king there until after dodging. "Hm? Your Highness!"

"Hello," Lance nodded. "I do not wish to interrupt this fight. It must be important."

"You are more." Vulcan motioned for the trainees to stand down, and got on his knees, bowing. The Fraxure did the same thing.

…Right. At least this is fun to watch. Lance sighed. "Please, don't be that formal. I'm here as a friend, not a king."

"Sir, yes, Sir!" Vulcan stated, standing up. "And what do you wish, Sire?"

"I assume you've heard of the attack yesterday," he said. "...It was caused by my brother. Possessed by the power of my crown, but he was behind it all."

"I have heard of it." Vulcan replied. "...My apologies, Sire. I was on a business trip, and only arrived today."

Lance looked around the field, checking for any signs of Scar. "Please, don't worry about that. However, I will need your assistance on that matter. My brother is still out there, so I wish to set up a task force, a team to find him."

"Yes, Sir!" Vulcan saluted, standing straight. "He will be judged as nece—"

"No," the king interrupted, snarling. "...I will deal with him myself. I just need help in finding Brian. He must be hidden somewhere, plotting… something. Scar suggested that I eliminate him, but that is not my intention. I wish to understand his reasons, his plans, and everything in between."

Vulcan raised a brow, and considered what to do next, or what to ask next. "...I understand. And what do you need my help for?"

"I don't want Scar finding out about this. And you have a duty towards the crown—towards me. Can I trust you?"

"I had a higher duty when the Tyrantrum was king." Vulcan scoffed, but he still nodded. "...Yes. I will assist you. Since he is your brother, you must know how he thinks."

"I like to believe so, yes." Lance took a deep breath. Things were looking up. He still needed to be careful. "...Very well. I will explain everything."


Explaining the plan took a good few hours, organizing the troops took even more, and by this point, it was already nightfall. Most of the citizens were retreating to their homes, and the few that weren't, were forced to by some of the guards.

There were guards all around the town, Lance ordered them to split up in order to cover more ground. In addition to that, they were to only subdue Brian and comrades, not kill them. The final warning he gave was for them to use a roar in case Brian was found, to let him know about it.

So far, it went as smoothly as it could. Lance was with one such group, looking around the houses. He was sure Brian wasn't hiding in one of them, but they still needed to check. The king zipped open a satchel around his waist, putting the entercard inside.

Alright. Think, Lance, think. Where would your brother hide…? I can't believe I'm remembering when we used to play hide and seek, but… heh. It's more useful than I thought.

Back to the options. Brian was crafty, and would be somewhere he could set a trap if needed. Somewhere empty, and isolated. Somewhere he could escape from if he was found. That already narrowed down the options.

Vulcan walked to Lance's side, looking at him. "Sire, do you have any leads we can follow? Places to go?"

"I'm… thinking. Give me a minute." Lance closed his eyes and extended a paw, focusing his aura. His body gave off a faint, purple glow, while his sensors began to twitch.

It was a shot in the dark, but one he was willing to take.


Brian finished eating another meaty stick, sitting down. "This hideout sucks. No offense, Dex."

Dex grumbled, trying to remove some moss that got stuck on his fur. "Popsicle suggested it. I just followed 'er idea!"

"...It sucks, yeah." Meggie crossed her arms. "They're gonna find us eventually. What do we do?"

"Well, we could try finding a better place to hide, or I could…" Brian bit his lip. Yes, he had another stupid idea! "I could try going to Lance myself. Knowing him, he probably has some plan."

"No. You're not going off on your own." Meggie glared, sending chills down the fox's spine. "You know what happened last time!"

"Y'know, she 'as a point. Goggles, we're team. Ye can't just run off on yer own," Dexter shook his head. "If yer goin', we're goin' too."

"Hm… yeah, yeah—" Brian's ears flicked. Dexter's did the same not long after. "Someone's around."

"We need to check this district!" A voice said from outside the warehouse.

"The king's counting on us!" Said another.

Brian looked around, thinking. "...I can try something. We can knock 'em down, and I illusion us as part of their group. And that way, we can meet up with Lance."

Dexter cracked his knuckles. "Now there's a plan I can accept!"

Meggie had a cold, evil smirk. "...Well, if they're dragons, I'm very useful against them. Yes, let's do this."


Said and done. In just a few strikes, three guards were knocked down. Brian snapped his fingers, covering himself, Meggie and Dexter in illusions, identical to the Pokémon they just beat.

"Alright. First things first, it's really hard to do this. Normally, that is." Brian said, panting. "...I can't illusion every movement you do, so I'll do the talking, alright?"

Meggie nodded. "Sounds fair. I'll keep my mouth shut."

"Aye." Dex agreed.

"Good. Now we just need to find Lance… or where the rest of the guards are."

They all agreed to this plan, and left the warehouse. The streets were empty, and the moonlight that shone in the darkness illuminated their path. Every so often, they came across a guard or two, passing by them without much issue.

And so was their trip. Of course, they pretended to search for themselves during most of it, but other than that, there wasn't much trouble. It wasn't until other guards told them to regroup with the king that Brian realized this was the moment he was waiting for.

Good thing these goons are dumb as hell. This wouldn't work otherwise, Brian thought, him and his friends on the long end of a line containing the other guards. And at the other side, stood Lance.

"You are still unable to trace his aura, Sire?" Vulcan asked.

Brian, seeing Lance panting and sweaty, concluded he was trying to do that for a reasonable amount of time. Of course it didn't work, look how many people are here. Although…

He looked at his friends, making a shushing sound, then changed his gaze forward. "King! Maybe you should try it again!"

Vulcan gazed at the Fraxure that said it, raising a brow. "If the king could find them, he would have done that—"

"Wait. It's fine. I can try again." Lance closed his eyes again, focusing once more. This time, however, he touched the ground.

…What?

Brian?! Lance's eyes snapped open, finally detecting something, an illusion that came from all the way, from that Fraxure. "...Nice try."

Vulcan turned his attention to the king. "Sire?"

Lance focused, walking towards the Fraxure. "Make way for me," he told the others, and they didn't flinch, obeying that order.

Brian's heart pumped. He took a step back, motioning for the other two to do the same, and then—

Dispelled the illusion, revealing himself. Lance smiled, running towards him. "Found you! Come back here, Brian!"

"Run, now!" Brian urged the others, and they complied.

"I'll handle him myself! Stay put!" Lance told the guards, and ran after his brother. His satchel wiggled with every move.

"Catch me if ya can!"

They were heading through corners, alleys, left and right, heading back to the warehouse. Lance followed them with a big smile, his own heart racing from excitement.

Brian took a quick glance behind. "We have a plan! Do you?!"

"A plan and a gift, dork!" Lance laughed, still following him.

"Well, I'll be happy to receive 'em!"


They finally stopped, right in front of Brian's hideout. Lance didn't seem tired, and his smile still remained.

"Well, I'll be damned. It took you so long to come." Brian chuckled, rushing in to hug his brother.

And hug they did. Lance had no adverse reaction, and simply returned the gesture, as tight as possible.

"...Hello, Brian."

"Heya, shorty," he chuckled, pulling back. "You're with us."

Dex had a grin as well. "Pup! 'Owdy. We traveled farrr an' wide just to see ye."

"It's been a while. Hi, Lance." Meggie waved at him. "...And seems we have a lot to talk about."

"Indeed." Lance opened his satchel, picking the card. "For now, this is my gift. An entercard. Scar wants to use it to access the Forest Chasm, a dungeon temple."

"Housing the other weird crystal thingy." Brian added. "...Yeah, we know."

Meggie sighed. "...About the destructive force that's Necrozma. We can't let those guys release him."

"Yup. Gotta save the world." Dex added. "...Also, man. Did ye grow or what, Pup? Ye look taller."

"I suppose I did…" Lance cleared his throat. "Anyhow, I plan on supporting you all the way, acting as a double agent. Can I trust you to access the dungeon and get the crystal before Scar does?"

Brian picked the entercard, and instantly gulped at the engraving. "...Hah. B-Bugs. Don't like them. Not at all. But… y-yes. We will."

"Alright," Lance eyed the unconscious guards, blinking. "...I should take them to the castle. Is there anything else you guys want to—"

Without warning, Brian came and hugged him again. This time, Meggie joined in. Dexter didn't, at least not at first, but then chuckled, hugging him as well.

"S-Stop! I don't like… hugs…" Lance whined, resistance dropping. "Actually, never mind… I missed this. And Dex? You joined in my place?"

"Needed some way to make money, Goggles offered, an' I said aye."

"That's… good for you." Lance pulled back. "So, to simplify things: you go to Forest Chasm, get the crystal, and find a way to either contain it, or destroy it. Alright?"

"Well, if it reacts with me, maybe it'll react with them…" Brian frowned.

"Don't think so," the Lucario shook his head. "Scar said it reacted due to you being a dark-type. It's a bug crystal, so all of you will be fine. Theoretically."

"Theoretically… I hate that word." Meggie groaned, remembering her former partner, the scientist. "...Yeah, I got it. We should set up a place to meet."

"This place's fine," Lance nodded. "I'll just let the guards off your hook, and tell Vulcan—the Haxorus—that we won't be chasing you anymore. That you managed to flee."

"If that's the case, then… Lance." Brian gave his brother one final, longer hug. "...Take care, shorty. We'll be going home soon."

"Yes. Yes we will…" Lance sighed, hugging him back. "...Now I should grab these guys and go back. You'll all be alright?"

"I trust these two. Don't worry about it, Pup."

"I can take care of them." Meggie added. "...And you take care of yourself, Lance."

"I will," he walked to the Fraxure, three of them. Maybe he couldn't take them all back. Not at once. "This'll take a while."

Brian shook his head. "...We can find another hideout.

"No, stay here. Just… I don't think the guards will take too long to get here. You should hide before they arrive. Can you illusion yourself invisible?"

"Yup," Brian snapped his claws, turning all of them except Lance and the guards invisible. "...There we go. We'll just stay hidden while you deal with them."

"...Alright."


Scar took a large sip of tea, looking out of the throne room's window. He had a smile on his face, even as Max and Lilith showed up, behind him.

"Uh, Scar?" Asked the bunny, tilting her head. "Why'd you give Percy the entercard? I thought you were suspicious of him?"

"Yeah, dumb move if you ask me." Max blinked. "...Unless that's part of your plan?"

"Indeed, it is." Scar turned to face them, sipping more tea. "...Listen well. If Percival is betraying us, he will give that entercard to his brother, and likely request him to get the crystal before us. Should that happen, we can simply wait it out and steal it when the time comes."

Lilith crossed her arms, not convinced. "...And if he isn't?"

"Then we follow the plan anyway." Max added. "...Oh, okay, I get it now."

Scar nodded. "...Soon. Soon, we will get everything we want."
 
Dungeon 52 - Hive

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 52 - Hive

"Goggles? Check. Scarf? Check. Supplies?"

Brian zipped the bag open, shoving a nut-like seed, with a tiny, green vine sticking out of it. He repeated the process, shoving three more.

"Reviver seeds? Check," he grinned. "Dex? What about the orbs? What'd ya got?"

Dex held one such orb, one with a portal engraved inside. "Escape Orb 'ere, Goggles."

"Okay, okay, good. I'll have to thank Lance for bringing this to us later…" Brian inhaled. "...We got this."

Meggie entered the warehouse, holding an orb of her own. Yellow, with orange spirals inside. "Totter Orb, check!"

The two threw the spheres at Brian, who put them inside his bag. He sighed, putting the bag on his back. "Okay… we have all the supplies we need, we have the entercard, and we have… well, ourselves."

Dexter crossed his arms, huffing. "Can't believe I'm goin' to a place full o' damn bugs… it better be worth it."

"Oh?" Meggie took this opportunity to hover next to the Floatzel, flashing a large grin. "My, my, This big, burly Floatzel is scared of some bugs?"

"I ain't!" He shook his head, too fast, and even though Dex tried to hide it, his sweaty face and shaky body told otherwise. "I just don't like 'em. Squishy, gross, disgustin'... ne'er liked 'em."

"Heh. Just teasing you. It's what I do best, after all~" she spinned in the air, then floated towards Brian. "And you? Ready to squish some bugs?"

Brian chuckled, fiddling with his fingers. "...Don't like bugs either, but if push comes to shove, I'll just torch any. Unless it's like… Volcarona."

"I'll handle them for you," she snapped a finger. "...Can freeze them. You can torch them. And Dex?"

A flex. "Punch 'em really 'ard! And maybe slash away with me Iron Tail…s."

"That's at least reassuring." Brian looked at their hideout's exit, to the outside world. Nobody would know what they were doing, that they were saving the world. But honestly… that didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. "Well, I'm activating the entercard. Before that, there's a few things I'd like to say."

Dex and Meggie exchanged looks, silently, then both focused on Brian and what he had to say.

" We have supplies, and we should be fine. But still. This is gonna be really tough. Tougher than everything we ever did before. Well, me and Meg. You weren't with us before, Dex, so…"

He inhaled, frowning, tapping the Floatzel's shoulder. "...You don't need to follow us if you don't wanna. This'll be dangerous, and I don't blame you for wanting to back off."

Dex sighed, shaking his head. "...I'm gonna be real with ye, Goggles. I ain't a 'ero. I ain't strong. But yer me mates. An' mates stick together. Prolly save the world together, too."

Brian's ears flicked, and he leaned in, hugging the Floatzel. "Thank you…"

"I'll always have your back, Brian." Meggie added, making the peace sign with her fingers. "We got this. All three of us."

"Yeah, yeah we do!" Brian pulled away, taking the entercard again. Brian put it on the ground, and touched the web on its center.

A portal opened around the area where the card was, unleashing a burst of energy. Brian put his goggles on, held Meggie's hand, and jumped inside. Dex scratched his chin, considering getting away, but after a light chuckle, jumped in.

The portal closed.


And another portal opened, one where Brian and Meggie hopped out of. Dexter came behind, watching the portal turn back into an entercard. He picked it up.

Wait, the portal was gone. "I... forgot to ask, but 'ow are we comin' back? Is this thin' capable o' warpin' back?"

"It is, don't worry about it." Brian looked back at him. "Now, we just need to get inside the—" he stopped to look at the place, ears flicking. "Whoa."

"Whoa…" Meggie's eyes sparkled as she looked forward.

First, they weren't even inside the dungeon. Though, noting the intricately carved patterns and entrance, Meggie decided that word didn't quite fit. It was much more reminiscent of a shrine instead. Due to being in a large hole in the ground, vines covered the shrine from top to bottom. It was also clearly damaged, though it was impossible to tell whether it came from time or whatever monstrous creature dwelled within.

Turning her attention to the floor—concrete? No, rock. Solid rock—she noticed it was cracked in a few places. Moss grew out of those cracks, covering up the ground like a cozy blanket.

What was most impressive, however, was the entrance. Instead of being a cave, or forest, given the location, it was a large construction. Not naturally, as there were two statues of a Pokemon Meggie had never seen before. The statues looked like mosquitos, except... They were four-legged, instead, with the fifth and sixth acting as arms. The chest and arms themselves seemed to have been given special attention, as they looked quite bulky, easily capable of demolishing a building in one swing.

Its head, on the other hand, was comparatively small, and hard to see from her vantage point. However, the signature mouth stuck about halfway down the body.

"The fuck is that?" Dexter rubbed his eyes, taking a better look. Just to confirm what he saw. "I've ne'er seen anythin' like it."

"Me neither. It's like… I dunno. What species is that? Meg? Human knowledge?"

"...Sorry guys, no clue either. Must be some sort of guardian or protector." Meggie chuckled, her heart pumping again and again, faster and faster. "Regardless of Dex's bug cousin, I wanna get inside! Not just for the crystal, but… whoa. I need to see this place! It's so pretty! Well, apart from being cracked and all that… but I wanna see it!"

"At least one o' us is excited." Dexter looked at his arms, tiny and frail compared to that… beast. He knew it wasn't the time to be self-conscious, but once this was over, he could go to the gym. Again. "Aight. Are we gonna keep starin' at that there, or are we goin' inside?"

Meggie just let out a laugh in response, rushing inside.

"...She seems way too happy about this."

"Definitely," Dex shivered, wondering what kind of bugs were inside that place.

Even as he entered with Brian, a thought never left his mind: if that thing was the guardian, what was it defending the temple from?


The second they walked inside, they were hit by a strong, pungent smell, oily and woody. Brian was almost sad he didn't think to bring a mask to this place, and the least he could do was cover his snout, like Dex did. Meggie was the last one to cover her nostrils, grumbling.

"I take it back. I hate this place," she groaned.

"Gotta move fast, y'all." Dex grunted, stepping forward, but keeping his head looking at the ground. Too scary to do otherwise.

Brian didn't bother removing his paw from his snout. "Yeah, Dex is right. Surprisingly."

"I'm not that dumb," he chuckled, but soon snarled. "Hey! What'd ye mean 'surprisingly'?!"

Dexter groaned. Okay, the smell was bad, but at least nothing was attacking them so far. He carefully, slowly, raised his head, to see what the path ahead of them was. And if it was going to be difficult to cross. The sight that awaited him was just as bad, if not worse, than the smell. The tunnel walls were covered and dripping with slime, supported periodically with pillars. The pillars themselves... No, best not think of them. The substance making them up looked quite suspicious, and almost seemed to have eyes. At least they provided some light, even if not much.

It was clear they were going to be going down. The further he looked, the darker and more sporadic the pillars seemed to be, before disappearing entirely. Possibly beyond a curve or even beyond what he could see. And the stairs? While the stairs were covered with the same substance covering the walls, if they moved carefully they probably wouldn't slip and tumble to the bottom.

Brian scratched his head. "Y'know, for a place dedicated to protecting something that important, you'd think they would have some sorta challenge."

"Yeah, and there's not even any bugs for you to torch! That must be rough, eh?" Meggie grinned, that grin that made Brian blush.

"This place still sucks. It smells bad, an' I don't wanna 'ead down them stairs…" Dex began to shake. True. It was gross, and if they kept going, there'd be bugs, and they'd kill him, eat him, and feed him to the little bugs—

"We gotta. Just gotta…" Brian tapped the Floatzel's back. "Besides, we're all here together, right? Even if you're scared, you're not alone!"

"We're saving the world! That's enough to make anyone brave."

It didn't convince him, nor did it stop the shaking. "Ain't brave. Bravery's ne'er been me thin'."

Having friends was also not his thing, and that changed. So maybe Dex could be brave, could be strong, could face those fears. With them, his friends. He wasn't alone anymore. Even if that place looked and smelled awful, even as they continued to climb down the steps, even as he approached the darkness.

Dex held on, because his friends were there with him. And besides, there was no danger, right?

Right?


Right.

It was just more of the same, more weird walls, more slime, more… whatever the hell this place was made of. Dexter gulped. Fuck… if it weren't fer these guys, I would've left this place right at the entrance!

Well, there was no quitting now, was there? Dexter just shoved it and kept walking with them.

Eventually, they stopped at the end of the steps. And, as suspected, looked mostly the same as the entrance. Well, Dexter felt it was calmer, and didn't give him the same creepy vibes as the other floor. In fact, it was too calm.

"Goggles, yer right. 'Ow come they expect to protect the crystal? there's... nothin' 'ere."

Meggie interjected, hovering towards Brian's bag and picking an orb, one that was yellow, and had a four-point sigil inside. "Should be enough to make the entire place lit for some seconds, and then we can just… keep going."

She smashed the orb open, unleashing a burst of light that managed to reveal what that floor really had.

First, a giant web, right in the center of the room. Large, really large. It covered half of the room, maybe even more. Brian approached it, taking a look down below, seeing what appeared to be a lake. It was the only way forward. He managed a grin.

"This'll be easy! I can just burn that thing up!"

While Brian went to do that, Dexter used the opportunity to look around. On each corner of the room, he saw an unlit torch. "What the... weird."

The sound of a flamethrower got his attention, and he turned to see Brian blasting away at the web, the smell of smoke filling the air, a welcome change from the stench that tortured them before.

But… once the smoke cleared, Brian stepped back; the web was intact, not a single part of it burnt. In fact, nothing changed.

Meggie sighed. "Huh… maybe you should try harder?"

"Good idea, I'll—"

"Goggles." Dexter pointed at the corners, at his discovery. "Look 'ere, I found these torches."

The Zoroark's eyes sparkled. "Oh, good idea! Maybe it's a puzzle! I love puzzles!"

"Good job, Dex!" Meggie cheered him on. She then pointed at the closest torch, relative to Brian. "We probably need to light them all, but that one's closer, go for it!"

"Gotcha! I knew burning things would be useful!" Brian ran to the torch, cracked his neck, and let out a tiny, simple flame. Just enough to light it up.

And it did light up. Brian grinned, proud of himself. A second passed, two, three, four, five, and then…


The flame was gone, like it was never there. Brian blinked, obviously confused by it. Was the wind… too strong?

No, there wasn't any wind. He just needed to try it again! After launching the tiny flamethrower, he grinned, once again proud.

Five, four, three, two, one…

Once again, the flame disappeared. Meggie watched it, thinking. "...Okay, that's weird."

"There's more than one torch. Try on one o' the others, Goggles!"

"Got it, got it!" Brian turned to his left, walking there and, for the third time, firing at the torch. Once the five seconds passed, the flame remained. Great!

…Another five seconds passed, and the flame was gone.

Brian rubbed his eyes. "Wait, what? That doesn't make any sense! Well, dungeons never do, but…"

Meggie squinted her eyes. "There has to be a pattern, a solution to this. It's not impossible."

Dexter crossed his arms. Yeah, there was a pattern, but hell if he knew, or was able to figure it out. That'd never happen. Sure, the flames disappeared after a few seconds, but…

Wait. Seconds. The first one took five, and the second took ten. There were four torches. Which means… which means…

Dexter roared, grinning as wide as he could. "Goggles! Try the next one! it's gonna stay lit fer fifteen seconds!"

"Huh… wait, yeah, that's it! Good job, Dex!" Meggie cheered him on, clapping her hands together. "They're all following an order! The fourth one must be twenty seconds!"

Brian went to test that theory, lighting the third torch. Like Dex said, it remained lit for fifteen seconds, and disappeared after the time passed. The fourth one was just the same, as predicted, remaining on fire for twenty seconds.

"We figured it out!" Dex went to hug Meggie, tight. Up until her bones began to crack. "Whoooo! Popsicle, yer the best!"

"Hold on, that doesn't change much… we only know how long they're up, not the solution. Or if it's even a puzzle in the first place. Hm…" Brian crossed his arms. No, that had to be a clue.

Meggie flashed a devilish grin at Dex. "Should we tell him?"

"Dunno. Should we?"

Brian just blinked. "Tell me… what?"

"Goggles. Light up the twenty second torch. Then, the fifteen, then ten, then five. That way they can all stay lit."

Brian covered his face with both paws. "Oh… I'm an idiot. That was obvious, even for you."

He turned back, lighting the fourth torch. Brian moved on to the next one, as quick as he could, then the second one, then, finally, the first torch he lit, the one that stayed for five seconds.

They all heard rumbling coming from deep below, and the torch next to Brian crackled, suddenly growing larger and forcing him to back off. It happened with the other ones, the fire was launched off the torches and into the center of the room, forming a large fireball that fell on the web, burning it to smithereens.

Brian fell on his rear, still blinking. "O…kay, that worked. Thanks, Dex."

"Don't mention it. C'mon, we gotta keep movin'!"

After Meggie helped him stand up, Brian nodded. The trio walked forward, falling inside the hole where the web used to be.


The water was dark and thick, but Dex managed to swim out without much trouble. True, he was a natural. Meggie never even went there, she simply hovered down, holding Brian with both her arms.

Brian blinked. "Dex… why'd you get there? Meggie could've taken you—"

"No. He's too heavy. Actually, you're too heavy, Brian," she said, putting him to the "shore" next to the lake. Made from the same material as the other rooms they visited, and with the same slime.

In fact, the slime was creeping out of the only exit they saw in that area, and some cocoon pieces floated on top of said slime.

"Farrr from the worst water I've been in." Dex shrugged, shaking off the water. It made his fur puff up. "An' nice to see both o' ye are alright."

"Thanks for solving the puzzle back then!" Brian chirped, smiling and adjusting his goggles. "It probably won't be the last, and… and that smells awful."

The three did their best attempt to cover any nose and/or nostrils. Dex flicked his tails, eyeing the hallway where the goo came from. He couldn't see that far away.

"Goggles, can ye—"

"Already on it!" Brian adjusted the lenses, zooming in to make out any details. For now, just slime, slime, and more slime. But there was enough space for them to go. "Got it. We can go."

Meggie sighed. "...Wait. It's weird. We've solved a puzzle, but there's been nothing. Not a single feral, just… us. Don't you guys think that's weird?"

Oh, great! Meggie told exactly what Dexter was thinking about! "Popsicle's got a point. Ain't this pluce 'sposed to protect the crystal? It's not doin' a very good job, is it?"

"No, it isn't…" Brian leaned against the wall, starting to think. Maybe that statue meant something.

Could be the protector of this place, or just a mighty creature that was worshiped before. Either way, it didn't sit right that they were blazing through this without many worries.

But worrying about it wouldn't lead them anywhere. "Alright, guys. From now on, let's be extra careful about our plans, okay? We might be safe for now, but who knows?"

"Lance mentioned this dungeon won't turn us feral, but still… don't wanna stay here for long." Meggie rolled her eyes. On the bright side, she had good company. "And where are we going anyway?"

"There ain't no other direction to go but forward," Dex added. "Everythin' led us 'ere, which either means we're screwed, or that we're on the right track."

Brian nodded. "Pretty much. Now, uh… as much as I don't wanna get slimed, we should go. Dex, can you stay ahead? You're the strongest here—physically, I mean."

Before Dex could say a word, Meggie raised an arm. "I'll stay behind Brian!"

The Floatzel eyed her with a smug grin, and shrugged. "Fine by me. Y'all need protection anyway, an' I won't let anyone 'urt me mates!"

Meggie giggled, letting her teammates go ahead, and she soon joined them, passing through the hallway.


As soon as they stepped inside, the entire place lit up, candles were spread around the walls, extending far into the area. Dexter gulped. At least it wasn't a bug.

I 'ate bugs. They're all disgusting, icky, gross. Dex gulped again, forcing a smile. Gotta keep on puttin' a brave act... fer me mates.

"Yup. Still creepy," Brian felt his fur poof upwards. "But… uh, w-we're all together! That counts. And we stick together."

Meggie was going to nod and agree, when her eyes looked at the wall. Not a common, everyday wall. There were drawings inside. "Hey, come take a look at this!"

Brian rubbed his arms, even before looking, he shook. Something was off. Still, he stared at the drawing.

Six Pokémon. One, Brian managed to recognize; the same as the statue at the entrance. He recognized another as the Pokemon the crystal had shared him with... But the rest were entirely foreign.

A disco ball suspended above a colorful skinny body, almost like a stick-mon. This one sat on the left, with Darkrai and the mosquito from earlier. In front of that group were another two, which seemed to be depicted attacking.

The first of those greatly resembled the day's sun, though with a muscular feline (canine?) body stretching behind it. It almost reminded him of Apollo, in that sense. The other, however, was much darker and wider.

It seemed to depict the many phases of the moon on its body, from waning crescent to waxing crescent. From both shot wide beams of bright colors.

Those beams were directed at the lone creature on the far side. It looked to be a collection of prismatic shapes, with sharp edges and spikes. Certainly, a figure clearly made to inspire fear in any who looked at it..

It told a story. Brian knew that much. But what was that prismatic Pokémon? Why were they attacking it? He clenched his chest, trembling. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was… it was that feeling of wanting to protect, from when he had the crystal. To protect the world from… that thing.

"Brian?" Meggie leaned close, holding his paw. "...Are you alright?"

"Necrozma," he said. No, muttered. "I-I… I think that's him. The one that looks like a prism. I can sense that. It's him."

"It looks ugly," Dex pointed out, squinting his eyes. They were locked on the two attacking Pokémon. "...Think I've 'eard o' them two. Solgaleo an' lunala. Deities fer the sun an' the moon."

Meggie held Brian's paw tighter. "Seems like it's depicting a battle. If they're all deities, then… they're probably trying to stop Necrozma from doing whatever the hell he wants to do."

"He can destroy the world." Brian said, still shaky. "...We won't let him do that.

He clenched the other fist. "We won't. To save Lance and the world, we'll keep fighting!"

"Hell yeah, Goggles." Dex chuckled. I dunno... the longer I'm with them, the less o' an act it is. I can be brave, too.

They moved on, following the corridor until its end.


Once they arrived at the end, they saw a different room. Dexter instantly shivered, covering his snout with a paw, trying not to vomit.

This room was... well, it was hard to describe. It certainly looked like the rest of the dungeon so far... Only there were lots and lots of cocoons scattered around. Cocoons that likely contained thousands of hungry, vicious bugs. They were everywhere. Littering the floor, on the side of the supporting pillars, up the walls... There were even some hanging from the ceiling.

"Let's make it like a tree and leave." Meggie shivered, sticking out her tongue, nothing but pure disgust filled her thoughts. And the cocoons didn't help, either.

"We should set sail, yeah." Dex added. He swallowed down the vomit without any hesitation, and stepped forward, preparing water gauntlets. Just in case.

Dex shivered. This wasn't a room to stay in long. If they moved carefully through, they could probably reach the passages across the sea of bug slime. That is, if they didn't already have the feeling of being watched…

…There was something. Brian's ears flicked, focusing on what he could hear. Rattling, buzzing. From the ceiling, he figured. And just as he was about to say something about it—

A giant cube fell in front of them. A red cube. With one of its faces staring right at Dex. A face… that was identical to the statue, and to the painting.

"What the 'ell?!" Dex fell back, panting. He looked up, watching more cubes fall down, surrounding the original one.

"It's… what?!" Meggie stuttered. What? What was that? "We can't… what is going on in here?!"

Brian's ears continued to flick. No, that wasn't the noise he heard. It came from behind. It brought a shiver to his body.

"M-Meg…"

She turned back and gasped. One of the cocoons burst open, followed by another, and another. Three creatures, three things hopped out.

At first glance, they were recognizable to her. The first was a Pidgeotto. But there was something wrong with it. Instead of wings, it had stingers. Instead of feathers, it had scales. Instead of a beak, there were large pincers, capable of puncturing through her and her friends without any issue.

"I-It's… oh dear, dear God. What the hell is that?!" Brian stepped back, taking a large breath. "Meg, dodge!"

She ducked out of the way right as Brian unleashed the largest fire he could, hitting the Pidgeotto without giving it an opportunity to dodge.

That was when the second one attacked, screeching. A Herdier, with the same… mutations as the bird had. Meggie charged in, her fist coated in ice, and punched it to the back of the room.

"Those cubes must be the puzzle! Someone needs to solve them!" She said, screaming at Dex. "You need to try it! Brian and I will hold them off!"

Finally, the third mutant arrived, its cocoon bursting open into tiny bits. It was… a Meowstic, who growled and hissed, pincers slapping.

Dex held off another urge to vomit. "W-Where do I start?"

Brian got on all fours, groaning. "It's a jigsaw puzzle! Try to align the pieces! Go!"

Without much of a choice, Dex turned his attention to the cubes.


"Alright! Brian, we're doing this together!" Meggie shouted, already rushing in. With Pidgeotto gone, that left only two opponents for them to face. For now, if they were lucky and the rest of the cocoons didn't open…

Right as Meowstic jumped in to bite off Brian, she charged, fist crackling with electricity. She shouted, unleashing a thunderbolt that hit the mutant and forced it to the side.

Brian watched it with sparkling eyes, his face turning red. He shook his head, ignoring the thought and focusing on the fight ahead. With a snarl, the Zoroark charged ahead, towards the Herdier, and Brian roared, unleashing the flames.

Unlike last time, they missed, with Herdier jumping in and slashing at Brian, its stingers dripping with poison. Brian groaned, holding the canine with both his arms.

"Dex! Anytime now!"

"Don't rush me, Goggles!" Dex carried one of the cubes, the one with the mosquito's face, then aligned it with another, one with its chest. He remembered it with exact precision, because it made him a tad self-conscious. "Let's see… this goes 'ere, that goes there…"

Meggie floated back, dodging the Meowstic trying to jump at her. She took a deep breath, then charged in again, her hands wrapped in ghostly energy, shaping into large claws. "We're doing our best, but these things—hiyah!"

She slashed the Meowstic, panting. However, her eyes widened, watching the Meowstic be split into half, and exposing its insides, composed of nothing but webs.

"W-What? It… i-it wasn't even alive?!"

"Doesn't seem like it!" Brian tossed the canine aside, then unleashed more flames, this time, they connected, burning it to a crisp. He panted, falling to his knees.

The worst part was over. It had to be… but the puzzle was yet to be done. Dex aligned more pieces, with each one, they produced a clicking noise, and glowed red.

"Think I'm gettin' there! Don't rush—"

Meggie hovered higher, watching the pieces from afar. "I'll help you finish! Brian, if more appear, can you handle them?!"

"Y-Yeah!" he replied, gulping. "A-At least, I can try!"

Seconds that felt like minutes passed. Dex looked as a single drop of sweat fell from him, then another, and another. Until they came in at full force.

Brian prepared more flames, watching in awe as more cocoons burst open. Everything appeared, Wigglytuff, Pichu, Throh, Arctozolt. They kept coming, rushing, hissing, buzzing.

"J-Just a lil' more…!"

Click!

The puzzle finished, forming a large piece that represented the Pokémon on the statues. As soon as it was done, the piece emitted a large noise, making all the mutants screech, before retreating back into their cocoons. And behind the three teammates, a door opened, revealing the other side to them. The piece finally disappeared in a flash of light.

Needless to say, all three of them were shocked. Brian, particularly, was still shaking, trying to process what the fuck happened.

"We can't… stay here." Meggie said, looking at the two. "We just need… to keep moving."

"Fine by me, Popsicle. Goggles, 'urry up—"

Brian didn't reply, and just walked forward on the new passage, as did his friends.


This corridor was like the one with the paintings, but Brian noticed the distinct lack of any drawing this time, just torches that lit the way into the unknown.

He needed to rest. Brian leaned against the wall, panting. "Fuck… we got out. I dunno how, but we got out. We can afford to take a break. Just a few minutes. This dungeon's exhausting."

"Tell me about it, Goggles." Dex thought about sitting down, but the ground was still gross, so he remained standing. "An' we 'ave no idea 'ow long till we get to the end."

Meggie took short, but deep breaths. "...Yeah. Nice job, Dex. Again. Really, it saved us all, I don't even want to know what those things were."

"Heh. No worries, Popsicle! Told y'all. Won't let anythin' 'appen to me mates."

Brian smiled. If there was any doubt about recruiting this Floatzel, it was gone. As far as he was concerned, Dex proved his worth.

Meggie then looked around, trying to see the end of the road. While doing so, she noticed something odd about Brian. Or… something on him. A large shadow, covering most of him. Her eyes widened.

"Brian?! There's something falling, walk awa—"

What happened next made her gasp. A large hand fell from the ceiling, grasping Brian before he could do anything about it. In that short moment that stretched into eternity, Meggie shouted, watching the hand, the dirty, rotten hand take him upwards, into the ceiling.

"Go—Brian!" Dex shouted, trying to charge at the hand, but it was already gone. He looked up, in shock, and shaky, then turned to Meggie. "What was that?!"

"You think I know?!" Meggie shook her head. No, no! This wasn't happening! It couldn't be! Brian was fine! They just needed to find that thing, deal with it, and he'd be alright! She began to hover up, to catch up.

But Dex stepped back. The same shadow, creeping on his friend, on Meggie. "Watch out, that thing's back!"

And once again, the hand fell, grabbing Meggie. She screamed, unleashing a powerful slash at the hand, but it dealt no damage, and she failed to escape its clutches, only getting higher, until, finally, she was gone.

"Meggie!" Dex shouted, reaching out a hand, trying to grab her, to do anything. But it was all for naught.

He was alone.


Alone. Completely alone.

After he said he'd never let anything happen to them. He said it twice. But something still happened. They were taken, right in front of him. Dex punched the wall, grunting.

"Fuck! Dammit! Dammit all!" Dex shouted, his legs shaking. He slowly fell to his knees. "Fuck… Brian, Meggie… sorry. I failed ye. I knew it. I ain't a 'ero."

He groaned, punching the wall again. Why was Dex so weak? So stupid? Failure. A failure. That's what he was. Failed to save his friends, the only ones that liked him for who he was. All gone.

Because of that thing. That hand… thing. Not a Pokémon. At least, Dex didn't think it was. It didn't look like any Pokémon he ever saw, then again, neither did most of the ones in the painting.

"I can't... stay 'ere." Dex wrapped his bandanna tight. "I need to do somethin'. I need to find 'em! find an' save me mates!"

He stood up, both fists trembling as he remembered the thing that took his friends. Scary… like all bugs. Those little critters, some small, but strong enough to tear him apart if they so desired.

I… I gotta keep tryin'. They wouldn't give up on me, would they? Goggles wouldn't. Popsicle too. They're me mates.

Lucky, because Dex saw the same shadow on him. That familiar and terrifying shadow. This was his only shot! If he wanted to take it down, he would need to be fast, be quick and dodge at the right moment! Right before it striked.

Easy, Dex, easy. Any second now… any… second…!

The shadow grew larger, larger, larger, until it was larger than him. Dex grunted, jumping back, right as the hand striked, hitting the ground with such force it cracked. And then, he was finally able to take a closer look at it.

There. It definitely looked like a hand, but... disembodied, and no body anywhere to be seen. Veins bulged out of each finger, possibly as a result of being dried out. The ends were long and sharp, almost like this hand had been weaponized.

The back of the hand was possibly even worse. With ridges poking out where obvious bones were, and what looked to be scaly skin... This thing was creepy. Touching it would probably feel worse than it looked.

And then it started scuttling towards him. Dex groaned, flicking his tail, and charged towards the thing, spinning around, his twin tails turning gray like iron, slapping the hand backwards.

"Gimme back me mates!" Dex roared, not giving the hand enough time to react before his fists were wrapped in water, created from his own aura, and he punched it, roaring, giving an uppercut that sent the disembodied creature into the sky, before it fell down, right in front of him.

"I said… Gimme. Back. Me. Mates!" Another dual punch, this time with more power behind it. Dex's tails flicked again, and his roar, his rage shook the entire area, sending the hand crashing against the floor, only accentuating the crack further.

The hand screeched, before disintegrating into dust. Dex panted, looking at his fists. He had to keep going. There was no way to go but forward, and forward meant finding Brian and Meggie.


It meant that. But doing it was an entirely new challenge for Dex. After walking more across that corridor, he failed to meet any more… hands. And boy was he glad that was the case! They were creepy enough as it was, meeting them again would only prove to be trouble. And to give him a heart attack.

Too bad he didn't have any plans on how to find them. Just… walk forward and hope for the best. Which wasn't anywhere near a plan. No, Brian would have something better. Hell, Meggie would too. Dex was just the muscle of the team, both literally and metaphorically.

If I could question one o' the 'ands…

Dex sighed, walking again. More torches lit, revealing another painting on the wall. Unlike the previous one, this one was… different. For starters, there was the prismatic Pokémon from before—Necrozma. But it was cracked.

Or rather, it was bursting open into a new Pokémon. This new Pokemon was really... bright. It had four disconnected wings,and a pattern on its neck looking a little like a shield. The prisms that had formed the arms of the previous painting were now the legs of this new creature, its tail long and windy.

"Goggles was right. This thin' can destroy… everything."

It looked truly imposing... Not something anyone could possibly stand against.

"But what can I do? I'm just… a nobody. I can't even rescue me mates, let alone fight… that."

…Dex was powerless. He should just find a way to escape that dungeon. Brian and Meggie were far stronger than him, and they were captured. He could do nothing about it.

No! I can't think like this here! I ain't even got the escape orb, another clenched fist. Can't leave, even if I wanted to.

He heard more buzzing, and on his side, another hand fell down. It carried a bag between two fingers, and didn't move to attack him. A careful inspection made Dex realize it was Brian's bag. With the escape orb rolling out of it.

"...Ye brought that fer me?"

"Bzzzzz."

The voice was… odd. Not unlike a feral, or rather, like it was following someone's orders.

"Are ye workin' fer that bug?"

A nod. The closest thing to a nod a hand could do.

"...An' yer givin' me a chance to escape." Dex sighed. He looked at the orb, temptation rising. Now he could leave, letting go of his friends.

Let go of them? Brian and Meggie counted on him to rescue them. There was no way he could just abandon them.

"Nah. Thanks fer the opportunity, but I'll find 'em. I'll find an' rescue 'em."

The hand shivered, hovering above into the ceiling, but left the bag intact. Something told Dex this wasn't over, and he had another trial to face.


Once Dex walked just a little more, he found himself inside a different room. The scenario had even shifted, looking more like a forest, although one infested with cobwebs everywhere. And it wasn't all.

Dex saw three different hallways, one north, one west, and one east. One of them, the west one, had slime crawling out of it, and inside, Dex heard the faint sound of… flexing?

"Weird. Hm... where should I go?" Dex asked nobody, because he was all alone. Other than the buzzing, and the almost imperceptible flexing coming from the left path, he only had his own voice to hear.

"Fuck, I dunno. An' there ain't any notebook or somethin' like it inside Goggles' bag."

For now, he decided to not do anything about it. To see his surroundings, to inspect and check his options. If he failed to find the right path… what would happen? The first puzzle, the one with torches, didn't seem punishing. Being eaten alive by mutants? Gross. Being taken away by a floating hand? Ew. This one seemed almost… too calm.

He inspected the place again, only now noticing a tiny tree stump on the right side, with some webs sticking on top of it.

"Can't say it's nice architecture."

And Dex continued to stand there, unable to decide on any course of action. It wasn't long until he started to look down, seeing that familiar shadow cast on him.

"Ye've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me!" Dex rolled to the side, watching the hand fall again.

…A different hand. With green patches on it.

Different or not, I can still kick its ass! Dex roared. Even though it doesn't 'ave an ass.

This time, he was faster, rushing in and punching the hand with his full strength, launching it down. Dex flicked his fist, grinning. "Easy!"

Too easy. The hand screeched, its body shivering, until it exploded into three tiny hands, all flying towards him.

"What... the actual... fuck?!"

Multiple enemies or not, Dex wasn't going to give up so easily! He put a paw inside the bag, looking at it, and picked the Totter Orb, remembering Meggie put it there before.

"Eat a load o' this, ye bodiless bastards!"

After throwing the orb at the ground next to the hands, it exploded, instantly making them all confused, flying around without any aim whatsoever.

Dex grinned, taking this opportunity to run ahead and slash each of them with a flick of his now-metallic tails, turning all of the hands into dust.

After finishing them all, he flexed a bicep, grinning widely. "An' that's why ye don't mess with Dexter, the muscle badass!"

Now free, he wanted to know where he should go next. Dexter looked at each of the paths, grunting. He finally set sights on the left path, rushing through it with a grin on his face, bag on his back, and with the hope this was the right way to go. Despite being on the left.


This time, Dex ended up in a very similar place to where he was before, down to the three exits again. Only this time, there was a thick fog covering most of the place.

"Huh. Must be a maze!" Dex said, soon frowning. "...I hate mazes. If I go the wrong way, I'll probably run into more o' the 'ands."

Meaning he had to identify which place to go. With the fog covering everything, it was hard to figure out. Dex still heard the flexing, a little closer this time, but he was more worried about trying to see, figuring it was the best option to find out which way.

Can't be left again, can it? Dex crossed his arms. No, maybe it was! Whoever designed this is smart.

A wide grin spread across his face. If I think it can't be the one from before, I'll pick the wrong one. So I oughta pick the least possible option! Meanin'...

Dex ran to the left exit, still keeping the grin. That was flawless, undisputable logic! He simply crossed through, thinking nothing else other than how right he was! But I'm going left!

He stopped on the other side. A room like the two before, with slime covering the east exit, with a tree stump, with webs across the floor…

…Wait. Slime? Tree stump? That wasn't just like the first room. It was exactly the same!

"No... no, no... fuck!"

It couldn't be the same, right? Dex squinted his eyes, looking around again, but then noticed another shadow on him. Again. A thought came to mind. If the thing that fell was just like the one before…

Dex dodged it, rolling to the side. The sight confirmed his suspicions: the hand again. With green spots.

"The maze... it sends me back 'ere if I enter the wrong path!"

That thing charged at him again, hissing, but Dex made no effort to fight, simply dashing under it, towards the left exit. This time, he knew he wasn't wrong.

As expected, he ended up in the room from before, full of fog, and with the flexing noise again.

"Aight. Let's see… it's not left, so I got two options. North or east. Which one… which one…"

Hard to say, but at least there wasn't anything trying to get him this time. Dex slapped his cheeks, thinking. There had to be a clue, a way for him to progress. But now that he knew the consequences of missing the spot… he could do something entirely.

Dex ran to the north exit. I get to try out! if I be wrong, then I'll just try again! Trial an' error!

As soon as he was on the other side, Dex saw, for the third time, the slime and the stump.

Aight. It's left, right, then… dunno. If I keep this up, I'll get there in no time!

Dex didn't even wait for the hand to fall down, he just dashed through, walking west again.

The next segment was fast. Dexter just walked east, still flashing a smile, and quickly noticing there was little to no fog in that area. Once he stopped, he saw a similar, yet different room than before.


Fog was still present, but now he saw the stump again. So he was making progress. Dex could still hear the flexing, and it was definitely closer than before.

"Better to think o' an actual plan this time. What's... the common factor inside all rooms?"

Now that he stopped to think, Dex did notice something. In the first room, the correct path had slime next to it. But what about the second? There was fog everywhere except the east path.

"There's a clue in each room! An' I bet if I follow the sound o' flexing, I'll figure this out!"

He stopped moving, flicking his ears, and focusing the hardest he could on the sounds, on where he heard the flex come from. It was… north? No, west. West!

Taking a look in that direction, Dex once again saw little smoke. So that was it! He solved it! Every puzzle, every challenge—he solved it all!

Dex could not be happier to figure it out. He followed left again, then right, seeing slime on the east path, then north, after seeing no fog there.

Right again, then, finally, left. Once he figured out the meaning behind the maze, it was a breeze to go through it!

After walking some more, he finally made it to a different room, nothing like the maze from before.

The first thing Dexter noticed upon entering was a web. A large web, and it seemed like both of his pals were wrapped up in it! He started to run towards it, but a loud sound from behind made him think twice. Turning around, he'd find that a door had suddenly slammed shut, leaving him in this room with an otherworldly, overwhelming presence...

"Hmmmph!" Brian shouted from the web, trying to bite it off. "Hmmmph!"

Now he had to look more carefully. The room as a whole was very circular, looking like the rest of the dungeon before. However, what made this room stand out was the stone. While there certainly were some indications of slime, most of the stone was showing. This was especially prevalent in the four large pillars supporting the ceiling. He almost hated to look up…

But he did it anyway. Nothing was on the ceiling, but once he looked back down, he saw a shadow. Not like the hands from before, now. It was large, larger than anything he'd seen before in this dungeon. And it only grew more.

Something fell on the ground, producing a large shockwave that forced him back, and made Dex cover his face, groaning.

It was right there in front of him. The thing from the statues, the thing from the painting, the mosquito, that… creature, the protector of this temple. A large, muscular, red mosquito. It instantly buzzed, but it soon became a roar that shook the entire room to its core.

Swollen Pokémon, Buzzwole

"Yer fuckin' kiddin' me…"

Buzzwole stared at him, tilting his head. From the looks of it, the beast was staring at Dex's… abs. Comparing them with his own.

"Oh, fer fuck's sake…" Dex groaned, pointing at the bug. "Alright, ye steroid-filled bug! Gimme me mates! We're just 'ere to get that bloody crystal, so give it to us!"

Nothing happened. The creature just buzzed, and charged, running towards Dex, each step sending water upwards at incredible speeds. The stinger on his mouth began to glow, wind currents surrounding it.

But Dex was on his element, literally. Water surrounded him, and he smirked, diving in. Instantly, he became faster, swimming away from the attack; from Buzzwole swishing his head on the ground to hit Dex with the stinger.

Luckily, he dodged that attack, but even so, the Floatzel didn't fight back, simply swimming away, and into one of the pillars. "Goggles, Popsicle! I aint askin' ye to stay put, cuz yer already doin' that! I'll get ye two outta there!"

He jumped on a pillar, then turned back, ready to jump again. Dex did exactly that, but…

Buzzwole turned back, moving in the blink of an eye and punching the Floatzel with a fist big enough that covered all of Dex's body, sending him across the watery floor. It resulted in him screaming in pain, and coughing up a bit of blood right as he crashed.

Meanwhile, the bug simply raised his two biceps in the air, flexing. The flex unleashed a large shockwave everywhere, moving the water like waves.

"Show-off…" Dex stood up, groaning, picking the bag that fell and putting it on. "I don't 'ave the time to fight ye! If yer really a guardian, 'elp us! We wanna prevent Necrozma from being released!"

To that, the bug stopped moving, tilting his head.

"...Then prove your worth."

That voice came from nowhere, and everywhere in the room at the same time. Dex grunted, figuring that was the case. He looked up, at his friends, then smiled. "Dontcha worry. I'll kick this guy's ass, an' rescue y'all!"

Brian finally managed to get a handful of web in his mouth, and spit it away. "Dex! Thank god you're here! We were worried—we're counting on you, dude! You got all the way here, you can do this!"

Dex simply scoffed, cracking his knuckles. "Ye 'earrr me, bug?! I'm savin' 'em, an' there's nothin' ye can do about it! I'll finish ye off, an' then, just fer the 'eck o' it, flex off!"

Buzzwole laughed, a loud, guttural laugh that extended all the way across the arena. Then, he cracked his knuckles too. Dex sank his feet on the ground, getting ready, and charged, swimming on the water as fast as he could, dodging another punch, one that shattered the ground and shook the ceiling.

And he turned back, rushing in, swimming right under Buzzwole, managing to dodge yet another attack. That was his strategy for now, figure out that thing's weakness, and then make a plan to strike him down once Dex managed to get an opening.

Now he needed to find that opening.


Something that proved to be a bigger challenge than he thought. Buzz rushed in, disappearing and reappearing in the blink of an eye. Dex braced himself, all his muscles suddenly tensing up and hardening, right as the bug punched him with electrified fists.

Although it was painful, Dex didn't move, or pass out, even as the energy rushed through him, and through the water, burning through his body like it was nothing. He remained standing.

"H-Heh. Ye got me good there, bug. But I ain't done!" Dex put his two fists forward, closed, and bursting with power. "Eat this, motherfucker! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!"

Dex unleashed a barrage of punches, one after another, in quick succession, not giving Buzzwole room to breathe or to dodge. His strikes were powerful, brimming with energy. They all hit the target, Buzzwole's fist.

Not that the beast bothered to do anything, instead letting the attack connect. Dex grunted, deciding to put more power into it, making his punches faster, and hitting harder. He gave two final punches on the bug, then panted, groaning in pain, hands shaking.

"Fuck me… Close Combat's side effects suck…"

A chuckle came out of the beast, and he cracked his neck, readying another punch, thunder sparking across his fist.

I ain't plannin' on gettin' 'it by that thing! Dex jumped on the water, swimming away before the attack hit, climbing into a pillar, just in time to see the monster stopping before the attack hit the water.

Wait a minute... heh. Heh! I got a plan! Just watch me, Goggles, Popsicle!

Dex hopped off the pillar, spinning like a ball, and safely landed on the ground. The bug'll want to 'it me with an electric attack again. I can dodge it, or I can use it to fuck 'im up!

He swam like a torpedo, closing in on Buzzwole. As Dex thought, the bug prepared another punch, the sparks flying again. The Floatzel stopped, waiting, waiting for the opportunity, thanking the hands from before for the chance to hone his reflexes.

Right before the attack hit him, Dex jumped, letting Buzzwole hit the water, and in turn, electrified himself, gushing out in pain. Dex spun in the air, his tails hardening, and managed to strike a hit on Buzzwole's head, before landing again.

"Take that, motherfucker! Don't mess with me or me mates!"

"Whooo!" Brian said, and cursed his inability to clap. "Congrats, Dex! Now please let us out of here!"

"Hmmmmph!" Meggie cried out. Unlike Brian, she couldn't get rid of the web in her mouth, and so her words became muffled cries.

"On it!" Dex walked forward, seeing the beast still sparking with its own electricity. He smirked. "Aight, bug. Now, if ye let 'em go nice an' easy, I'll—"

Buzzwole suddenly stood up, roaring once again. Despite the powerful attack, he was still very much standing.

Dex groaned. "Fuck off... guess it's round two, eh?"


Amidst the fight, Dex managed to notice a tiny detail, but one that could come in hand sooner rather than later. Buzzwole only attacked with his fists. The four legs didn't do anything, nor did he try to use any kicks.

…Bug skipped leg day. Ye can't skip leg day. Dex readied his fists, looking at the water, and diving in, swimming once again.

Once again, Buzzwole rushed, stepping on the ground with incredible force. Dex ignored it, zigzagging across the arena to dodge the attacks; he was faster on water anyway. He quickly aimed at the legs, rushing in, his fists wrapped in water gauntlets.

Liquidation it is! Dex rammed the fists on all four legs, ending up on the other side, standing up as fast as he could. Buzzwole screeched, falling on its "knees".

"Okay. Didn't think it'd work, but I love bein' wrong. In situations like this one."

Buzzwole stopped moving, only occasionally twitching his arms. Stunned, Dex figured. Which meant that was the perfect opportunity to hit him with all he had.

But first, he took off an oran berry, eating it to regain some vigor and health. Then, he readied more water gauntlets.

Figure they're farrr more effective than naked punches.

He walked close, hitting the bug once. Buzzwole screeched, clearly taking more damage than before, and for a moment, Dex stepped back.

"Guess stunnin' ye worked wonders." Dex put a fist down. "Aight, motherfuckin' bug! ORA!"

Dex punched Buzzwole repeatedly, each strike giving more damage than the previous one, and making the beast scream. Until the final strike, or rather, until Dex was going to. Before he punched, Buzzwole grabbed the fist, squeezing it tight.

"GAH! FUCK!" Dex fell down, shouting, screaming in pain. His bones started to crack and pop the more pressure was put into them.

Buzzwole jumped back, flexing again. This time, it was a side chest. Once again, the flex unleashed a powerful shockwave. Except… there was something different.

Bright green energy began to cover Buzzwole, wrapping him in a powerful aura. Bits of web began to come out of his mouth. He shot it at full-force, wrapping Dex in a thick layer of web, forming a cocoon. Even the web was energized.

Savage Spin-Out

"RRGHRAAAAAH!" The bug roared, spinning around and around, along with the cocoon, making it hit each one of the pillars multiple times.

Dex kept screaming, trying to free himself, but he could hardly move, the web preventing something as little as a finger twitch. Not to mention how dizzy it was! Finally, Buzzwole raised its head, letting Dex high in the air, before the bug jumped, piercing through the cocoon with a sharp strike of his stinger.

Brian watched it happen with wide eyes. "Dex! Dex!" Oh, how he wanted to get out of that prison of webs.

"K-Kuh!"

He coughed more blood, falling down the ground into a crater of his own. Dex still tried to move, reach out a hand, or do anything to fight back. He managed to extend an arm, but then…

It lowered just as quickly.

Buzzwole landed, watching the crater with a pierce gaze. He posed one more time, a side tricep. Just then, a flash of bright, yellow light burst on the crate, and Dex jumped off of it, holding a shattered seed in his hand.

"What'd ye know? Goggles wasn right on packin' this thin'."

Another crack of knuckles, and another oran chomped down. Dex flashed a smirk at Buzzwole. "Yer doin' a good job protectin' the temple. But I ain't leavin' it without me mates, an' without me prize!"


Buzzwole immediately charged, readying another punch. This one wasn't electrified. No, he punched the ground, making a large wave splash and move towards Dex.

"Really? Tryin' to hit me with somethin' so simple?" Dex dove on the wave, swimming through it like it was nothing, and coming out on the other side.

As he did, he received a full punch coming from Buzzwole, sending him back into the ground. Nevertheless, Dex stood up, rubbing off some blood on his face. He noticed that, after the punch, Buzzwole seemed… more muscular. If that was even possible.

He ran ahead, gathering the gauntlets once again. Buzzwole simply punched ahead, while Dex did the same, their fists clashing with each other and producing a bigger shockwave that began to crack the pillars around them.

Dex had to use both of his fists to not be blown away by the sheer power this creature had. His blood pumped, brimmed with excitement, only accentuated by how much his tails were flicking.

But there was one thing he knew for sure. Dex couldn't defeat this guy. Not alone. He jumped on Buzzwole's arm, climbing up as fast as he could, then hit it with a powerful barrage of punches, sending himself high, towards the webs that trapped his friends.

"Told ye I'd rescue y'all!" Dex spun, slashing the web away with iron tails, and grabbing his friends, wrapping each one in an arm, before landing on the ground.

"Thank…" Meggie panted, coughing up bits of web still stuck inside her mouth. "Thank you, Dex. I didn't want to be there any more!"

Brian panted as well, grabbing his bag that Dex just threw. "Yeah, those hands got us, then brought us here. Very nasty—"

Buzzwole roared again, clenching both fists. Brian blinked, looking at Dex. "Alright, you lug. You've fought this guy so far. Care to lead the way?"

"With ye two by me side, I just know we can win." Dex tightened the bandanna, grinning. "T'gether, we're team Liberators! Helpin' others is our motto!"

Meggie smiled, then readied a battle stance. "Well said. You're really one of us now."

"Bug's tough. His legs're the weak point. If we can combine our powers, we'll win!"

Dex took a deep breath. The worst part was already over, and things would be easier with them around.

"Popsicle, work on restrainin' the legs! Goggles, make a distraction! That'll stun 'im an' I'll be able to finish things!"

With a new goal, the team was ready to start round three.


At Dex's command, Meggie charged in. Her nimble body was far more capable of dodging Buzzwole's punches, even more so once she was higher than him. However, he lowered himself, as if getting ready to jump.

"Popsicle, now!" Dex slapped the water next to Buzzwole's legs, making it cover him.

Meggie nodded, hovering back down and unleashing a freezing breath that turned the water into ice, temporarily halting Buzzwole's movements.

They all knew this would only work for a while. Brian lowered his head, letting loose a large stream of flames that hit Buzzwole without any resistance. It, of course, had the unintended side effect of melting the ice, though the bug was a little busy screaming in pain to do anything about it.

Dex, however, did. He ducked behind the beast's legs and gave quick kicks into each one of them, before ducking out. Once again, Buzzwole fell down, stunned.

"Looks like this'll be our opportunity!" Brian said, adjusting his goggles once again.

"On me mark!" Dex said, pointing at their opponent. "Three, two, one… now!"

Meggie extended both her arms, forming a water sphere that pulsed through. She launched it at Buzzwole, making him stutter. Then, her hands started to spark, full of electricity, and she launched a large thunderbolt. The water, both on the ground and covering the beast, made the attack pierce through stronger than ever before.

Next up was Brian, he got on all ours and began to run around Buzzwole, firing multiple streams of flame, quick, but powerful, bringin the damage to a higher level. Once he did enough, Brian jumped back, stopping next to Meggie.

Buzzwole roared… no, this time it was a scream of pain, even as he stood up, slowly, feeling the burn and the electricity still traveling across him. His next roar, once again, shook the arena, and he readied a fist.

Although the attack was ready, it was slow. Dex realized this was the final attempt to win, and made sure as hell he wasn't going to defeat him and his friends! The Floatzel moved in front of his teammates, prepared his two fists, and then unleashed another barrage of punches, trying to slow down or, at best, stop his attacks completely.

"ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!"

Buzzwole began to grin, a grin so unnatural, but at the same time, a grin full of energy and power. His other fist soon joined, trading blows with Dex.

They both began to exchange hits, each striking faster and stronger than the other, soon enough, it was a flurry of punches. So fast, nobody could look. It was almost like the air itself was the one punching.

"Ye told me to prove me worth?! Well, 'ere's me worth, ye bug bastard!" Dex roared, his punches growing even faster, faster than he thought was possible, they were relentless.

Slowly, but surely, Buzzwole's attacks changed. From offensive to defensive. He was less trying to fight back, and more trying to block Dex's punches. But even that was failing.

"Eat… this!" Dex lowered his right fist, using all the power he had in him, and delivered one final punch, right on Buzzwole's fist!

It caused him to scream as the punch permeated through his entire body, not just the arm. Buzzwole finally stumbled back, stuttering, struggling to walk. His legs turned into jelly, and he almost fell down. However…

Buzzwole remained standing.


Dex was the same. Despite his flurry, the hits landed on him as well, and his body was now full of bruises, some of which were bloody. Yet, he remained there.

"Shit… that guy's still got it!" Brian created a sphere of ghost energy in his paw, ready to fire it. "Alright, one more should do it—"

"No!" Dex shouted, panting. "...We won. But as a man, an' as a guardian, he ain't fallin' down."

Buzzwole nodded. His movements were still sluggish, but he began to do something. He stood there, with his legs shoulder-width apart, raising both arms to flex his biceps.

"Aye." Dex nodded, then did the same exact movement.

Next up, they placed both hands as fists on the hips while their palms faced down.

"Front lat spread!" Dex said.

And then, they placed one leg out slightly in front, flexing their thighs and calves. Dex and Buzzwole placed their arms overhead in a fully bent position, behind their heads and necks, keeping their shoulders downward.

Meggie blinked. As did Brian. They exchanged looks, then focused on the… athletes.

"What."

"I… I dunno." Brian muttered. "B-But… they're having fun with it, I think? I'm not sure if we should stop them, honestly."

To end it, they both faced Brian and Meggie, legs slightly staggered. They brought all their legs around up, out and in to show their big arms, along with their quads.

"Our most muscular pose!" Dex said, to which Buzzwole nodded.

The Floatzel finally turned to face his opponent, raising a fist. Buzzwole raised his own, shaking hands with Dex as a bright, green light enveloped their hands, powerful enough that it blinded everyone else in the room.

Brian covered his face with an arm, while Meggie grabbed his other one. The light remained there for seconds, then a minute, until it slowly fizzled out.

"Thanks fer helpin' me, Goggles, Popsicle." Dex turned around, holding a green crystal on his hand.

Much like the one Brian had, it was glowing with power. However, the symbol inside was vastly different. It had a body shape similar to an Orbeetle seeing from above, with six legs sticking out.

"H-Hey! It's the… the thingy we're here for!" Brian's eyes sparkled, and he went in for a hug. Meggie joined afterward.

"Sure is!" Dex returned the hug, ears flicking. He looked at the sight, where Buzzwole now was.

The bug flexed one final time, before jumping into the ceiling. Where he stood now was a glowing spot, a portal.

"Best if we go, right?" Brian asked. He didn't even wait for an answer, jumping right in. Meggie followed.

"Aye, aye…" Dex held the crystal in his hand, looking at it. Good thing it didn't possess him like the dark one did with Brian… he jumped at the portal, smiling. This was a fun adventure, all things considered.

And now there was only one left.
 
Dungeon 53 - Phantoms

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
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Dungeon 53 - Phantoms

A portal cracked open, and out of it came Lilith and Max, landing on the ground without a single bruise on their bodies.

She stretched her arms out, watching the portal disappear into an entercard, one she picked up. "Well… I kinda wished we picked up some bug repel. They can be nasty, especially the ferals."

Max didn't reply, his eyes widening at the sight in front of them. Curious, Lilith went to take a look, and she acquired the same expression as her comrade.

The hole on the ground was very visible, and there was nothing on it. No vines, no moss, nothing. It was perfectly clean. Not just that, but they also saw bits of concrete hovering from the hole and sticking themselves to cover it up.

Everything was being cleaned up, rebuilt. Or, more precisely, it was being purified.

Lilith could only keep staring at the sight, both in shock, and something else. Her fur puffed up in anger. "This ain't natural. Or at least, not how my books told me… someone's been here before."

Perhaps the thing that made her think that were the statues on the shrine's entrance. There were now four of them. The first, from a Pokémon she remembered seeing in the books; Buzzwole. As for the other three… they were familiar. A bulky Floatzel, a Froslass wearing a tiara, and a goggled Zoroark.

"They were here." Lilith clenched her fists. "Heavens… they were here, Max! Why?! Why were they here?!"

"The only ones that knew about this place were us and—Percival." Max punched the ground, unleashing a powerful electric current in front of him. That was the extent of his anger. "...Scar did say he thought Percival—if we can even call him that anymore—betrayed us. This confirms it. He must've tipped his friends off."

"Great. 'Course he did," she inhaled, fur still fizzled. Lilith looked at the statues, clenching her teeth. "And here I thought he was one of us… guess he never was."

"I think he was. At first," Max stood up, wincing. "Not anymore, that's for sure. And now I wanna punch that damn mutt until his jaw pops off."

"...Sentiment's mutual," she said. "But we should talk to Scar first. Doing reckless things will get us nowhere, y'know."

He did know. Max knew that very well. He still had to process this information, after all. With a deep breath, and another punch to the ground, he did just that. If Percival—Lance wasn't one of them anymore, that was fine. Max would get the opportunity to set things straight between them soon enough, he was sure of it.

"Aight," he said. "...If there's nothing here for us anymore, let's go back. We still gotta get through… that dungeon." A shiver ran through his spine.

"Who knows? We can use this to our advantage. If push comes to shove, we can beat 'em up if they get Ghostium-z before us." Lilith activated the card, popping another portal in front of them.

"...If you ask me, Scar trusts that guy way too much." Max nodded as they both hopped through it.


It was another rainy day in Cydonia. Thunder clapped through the air, echoing all around the kingdom, but it was peaceful, and normal. Guards did their patrols as usual, some catching a runaway criminal, some simply asking the citizens for any requests to give to their king.

Said king was occupied with something else. Lance knocked on the door to Scar's office just once, and waited. He didn't need to stand there for too long, as the Marowak opened the door for him after just a few seconds had passed.

"Your Highness." Scar bowed, giving him enough space to enter. "Please, get inside!"

Lance perked his ears up, walking inside. "...Just call me Percival. I don't need that much formality. And you asked me to come."

"Indeed," Scar closed the door behind them, and walked next to a chair, taking a seat. There was a glass of wine on the table, a bottle, and an empty glass next to another chair.

Lance took that as a cue to sit down. "...Is the glass for me?"

"Hm, I would ask if you are old enough to drink… sixteen, correct?"

"Almost seventeen. Regardless, I've been emancipated." Lance wasn't sure if that meant he could taste it. But he also felt like that was a line long crossed, with being a king and all. "...Nevermind. I don't want it."

"Ah. That is fine as well," he replied, pointing to the center of the table.

Right where Scar pointed was another entercard. This one had the symbol of a grave engraved on the center. It told Lance all he needed to know.

"It is an entercard that will take us to the Buried Wasteland." Scar said, sipping his wine. The sweetness of his drink brought a smile to Scar's face. "For now, this is the only one we have. There will be more after Maxwell and Lilith return from the Chasm."

"Understood." Lance nodded, taking a better look at the card. Alright, I need to give this to Brian. He already told me the previous expedition was a success. We just need to find a way to destroy those things. Hm.

Scar noticed his King was spacing out in his own thoughts, and his smile turned into a frown. "Your Highness. Are you feeling alright?"

Might as well ask him. Lance tapped his chin to add a layer of thoughtfulness to himself. "I have questions. Is it possible to destroy the crystals?"

"Hm?" To that, Scar raised a brow. "Why? Although… I suppose destroying them after Necrozma is free would prevent him from being sealed again. I would need to ask Lilith about this."

So he didn't know. That wasn't helpful at all. Maybe Brian could figure it out, if he had enough time. But Scar's goons would come home from the dungeon soon, and without any results. They didn't have the time to figure it out.

Scar motioned to a cabinet that stood against a wall. "There is something else I believe you should get. Lilith and Maxwell have worked hard to craft it, it is similar to the Emera you possess, and based on your crown."

"Hm…?" Now that was curious. In every sense of the word. Lance waited for Scar to get up, open the cabinet, and head back.

In his hand was a black bracelet, adorned with a white star sigil right at the top, and with a slot shaped like the crystal on Lance's crown.

"We have yet to name this particular Emera, but I believe you are worthy of possessing it." Scar said, putting the bracelet on the table.

Lance picked it up, carefully checking it out. "I understand. Thank you, Scar."

"Now… how are the efforts to capture your brother?"

"I'm handling it. For now, I must focus on getting the other crystals," he stood up, holding on to the bracelet. "I'll do a search myself right now. If you'll excuse me…"

Scar watched him leave the room, but didn't do anything, simply sipping away at his wine. I am almost certain… he has betrayed us.

Lilith barged inside the castle, shaking the water off her fur and ears. Luckily, her bag was waterproof and it didn't really make anything inside useless. Didn't mean she enjoyed being soaked wet, but it wasn't as annoying as she thought.

"When I see that little mutt, I'm gonna…" she made a choking notion with both paws.

"And then I'm the hotheaded one, eh?" Max removed his hat, wincing. His one… was soaked entirely. "Kinda wish I was, then I could let this thing dry up. Eh."

"Let's just go. Scar gotta know this." Lilith was already rushing inside. Not running, but not walking at a normal pace either. She was somewhere in between.

…I don't wanna tell her what I'm thinking right now. Max rubbed the back of his head and followed.

The rain outside intensified, and they heard more thunder. Max almost wanted to go there and feel the electricity by himself, but they had more important tasks at hand. And were already in front of Scar's room anyway.

One knock later, and they entered. Scar was still sipping wine, but by this point the bottle was half-empty. He remained seated when they came, and continued there when they took their own seats.

"Ah, hello. Maxwell, Lilith." Scar moved the glass slowly. "You have returned. How was the trip? Fruitful, I assume?"

Lilith smiled sheepishly, then shook her head. "Not… exactly."

"When we got there, place was already purified." Max added. "That's what happens when you take the stone, right? So someone took it before us."

"...There were statues too. All belonging to team Liberators. We think this means—"

Scar clenched his fist, shattering the glass into pieces. "Percival. That wretched, ungrateful simpleton! I give him all the help he wants, and how does he repay me?!"

Hearing those words made Max flash a wide smile. It was incredibly sweet to hear his suspicions were confirmed.

"...So does that mean we're allowed to go beat him up?"

Silence. Nothing but silence permeated the room, until Scar sighed, unleashing smoke from his nostrils.

"No. No, this changes nothing. I thought he betrayed us, and so, I planned for it. I gave him the entercard, and I gave him the emera you two have developed."

"The hell?! Why?!" Max punched the table, making it crack. "We worked our asses off for it, and you just hand it to a traitor?!"

Lilith's reaction was signified by a frown. "Scar, you know I'll follow you to the ends of the world, but… why?"

"Listen to me." Scar stated. His rage was entirely gone, and he was calm. Eerily calm. "He must have given the entercard to his friends, and they took the crystal. If it happens again, we can use this opportunity to take all the crystals with us. An ambush, if you will."

"Oh…" Max's eyes lit up. "Oh. That… makes a lot more sense. Sorry, I didn't think of that before."

"Ain't a bad plan." Lilith crossed her arms. "Not great, but not bad. How are we supposed to win against four Pokémon, one of which can mega evolve?"

"Simple." Scar snapped a finger. "We appeal to their sentimentality."


Lance burst forth with extreme speed, running through the streets of the city—his city, holding the bracelet on his right paw, the entercard on his left, and flashing a smirk.

Alright. I remember where their hideout is, and the guards aren't on duty now… we shouldn't be interrupted. Hopefully.

He took a zigzag turn, a left, a right, and finally arrived at the area, already seeing the familiar warehouse nearby. Lance took another look at the emera, and went inside.

Inside, he saw Brian munching on a skewer with some onion and bits of meat. Dex was doing some exercises, and Meggie was leaning against the Zoroark.

"So, another normal day for you guys?"

"Lance!" Brian stopped what he was doing, getting up and running to his sibling's side. "Hey, shorty! Still dressing like a fancy schmuck, huh?"

Meggie hovered above the ground, looking at Dex. The Floatzel winced, and followed her, headed to Lance's direction.

"Pup. Fancy seein' ye 'ere. Again. Thanks fer the tip, we kicked ass at the temple!"

"Always nice seeing you," Meggie smiled. "We should really stop meeting at this place. It's not a nice spot to be."

"You're all here." Lance said. His tail began to slowly wag, not that he noticed it. "...Yes, Brian, still wearing the cape, I like it. Hello, Dex, I'm glad my tip was useful. And indeed, Meggie. It will be over soon, and I'll be able to go back."

Brian fiddled with his bag, looking for something. He pulled out a gray headband, showing it off to his brother. "Remember this? Capes fit you, but this is… y'know, from dad."

"Like your goggles." Lance shook his head. "Keep the band. I'll wear it when the time is right. For now… I brought another entercard. It will take you to the Buried Wasteland."

"Buried Wasteland? Don't like the name already…" Dex shivered. "Ghost dungeon, right?"

Meggie started to grin. "Means it's my spot! Don'tcha worry, I'll do my best. And hopefully not turn into a monster like Brian."

Brian frowned, twitching his ears. Lance walked closer to him, tapping the Zoroark's shoulder. "There's something else. It's a special emera, made to handle the power of the crystals."

He showed it, and Meggie picked it up. "Interesting. It probably has sealing properties, enough to reduce the pressure the crystal gives, and—"

She blinked, noticing everyone staring at her. "I-I… learned this from… watching Brian… work…"

Lance smiled in return, eyeing his brother. The Zoroark was visibly blushing.

So he pulled him for a tight hug. Brian squirmed, shocked by the act, but enjoying it nonetheless, even returning the hug. "...Thanks, Lance."

"I can't join you guys yet, so all I can really do is say good luck."

"We'll pack everything up and go soon." Brian said, saluting.

Hm. Lance figured he could stay a little longer, just to see them off. If anyone asked, he could always say it was a kingly duty he had to attend to.


Hours passed, the rain not budging even a little bit. It only seemed to be rougher on whoever was unfortunate to remain outside. Lance wasn't one of them.

He leaned against a wall, watching his friends get ready. Brian put some sitrus berries inside, some seeds, some orbs, all stuff Lance brought on previous visits.

It's been what… three days? I'm surprised I could help them that much. Perhaps… this is the best a monster like me can do.

Brian zipped the bag shut, putting it on his back, and turned to Lance, entercard in hand. "You sure you're not coming with us?"

Dex pouted, putting the bug crystal inside Brian's back, and zipping it again. "I do kinda wish Pup got to go with us."

"He'll be here waiting for us, right?" Meggie smiled. Oh… what the hell!

She hovered to him and pulled Lance into another hug. This time, it was him that was flustered. He still didn't back away.

I still don't like them… but if it's with my friends, I can take it. Lance returned the hug, only to be met with two more sets of arms. A triple hug.

Brian was the first to back away. "Alright! We should be all set to go! Careful, we don't know the things inside that place."

"As long as those damn hands don't show up again…" Meggie groaned. She was so useless back then.

"If they do, I'll just kick their arse." Dex grinned, flexing a bicep.

Brian gave one final look and a nod to his brother, and then clicked the entercard. Another portal burst open in front of them.

Team Liberators walked inside, leaving Lance alone there.


…And appeared on the other side. Brian giggled, maybe once this was over, he could try working with entercard. There had to be a reason why they weren't so prominent.

I think… Dad said Mom used one when they were my age. Hm, questions for later, Brian adjusted his goggles and his bag, watching his friends appear after him.

First, it was Meggie. She still hovered above ground, and flicked her hand. "Guess I'm getting used to warping like this."

Then, Dex. "I can take it. Goggles, ye should 'ave it. Fer safekeepin'."

"Yeah, I was planning on guarding this card—whoa."

They were interrupted by the loud noise of a waterfall nearby, that streamed down, towards a lake. It was located on their left. Dex gasped, almost jumping at the water, only being stopped by another gasp, this time from Meggie.

She covered her face, seeing the ground beneath them was full of various flowers; pink, blue, yellow and white. Meggie kept looking forward, seeing the flowers slowly be replaced by ones that were set on fire, turning gray and withering away into dust that flew in the air. Finally, her eyes landed on a large hole in the ground, very wide, more than enough to house the three of them.

"Alright… this is so odd." Meggie tapped her chin. "I can't explain this with science… I don't think so. It must be part of the supernatural nature of this dungeon. At least there aren't any swole bugs here… and Dex isn't showing off like before."

"Hey! I'll let ye know that the bug wanted me to do a flex off with 'im, and I was happy to oblige—"

Fireworks popped out of said hole, in the same colors as the flowers, almost like an invitation for them to enter. Brian shivered and frowned, the flowers were so pretty, too. Maybe he could pick one for Meggie! If she liked flowers… Girls liked flowers, didn't they?

"Okay. Somehow less creepy than the bug dungeon." Dex pointed out, scratching the back of his head. Nonetheless, it was still creepy. If he was alone, he wouldn't go there. Probably.

Brian blinked. That was a weird way of inviting them to invade an—assumed—sacred place. It was also really pretty! Giving him an idea of something to do with Meggie once this was all over… he could buy fireworks. Or make them himself.

"Alright, boys." Meggie clapped her hands. "Let's go, alright? We can keep being mesmerized by this, ooooor we can go there, kick ass, get the crystal, and find a way to destroy them! What do you say?"

"Heh. I say we go and kick ass!" Brian cheered, raising his arm in the air.

"Yarr, Popsicle! Let 's go!" Dex wrapped both of his friends around his large shoulders.

They walked towards the hole. Brian's ears twitched as he saw ladders just being formed. Right when they got close enough. He smiled again, and began to climb down with Dex.

Meggie just hovered downwards.


It was a long trip down the hole. The way below never ended, even after minutes had passed. As for the trip itself, nothing exciting happened.

At least not for Dex or Brian. Meggie, while hovering down, saw the walls change. From normal dirt to something… different. It had bones, bones belonging to so many species she didn't notice what exactly it was. Various bones, a draconic skull, a screaming face… she saw it all. And that wasn't the end of it either. There was a smell.

It smelled like… Death. Rank and pungent, with just a tinge of something so sickeningly sweet Meggie winced, like someone left garbage ferment for a long period of time. She wanted to gag and throw up, but as much as she tried to, nothing was coming out. All Meggie did was smell the rotten flesh inside those walls.

Her friends didn't seem to notice. The other option was that they simply didn't care, but Meggie quickly ignored that notion, climbing down again. If that was the start of the dungeon, then what horrors awaited them inside?

Eventually, they managed to get to the ground. Meggie was still very sickened, but she also didn't want to touch the ground, not with what it was made of. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, to calm down, and maybe—God how she hated the thought—to get used to the scent.

"Hey… The 'ell is that?" Dexter pointed to the other side of the room they were in.

Nothing. There was nothing. Just a wall of dirt that surrounded them all from all sides. As far as Dexter could see, there was no way forward.

"What…?" Brian rubbed his eyes. He didn't see anything, much like Dexter. "How're we supposed to move on?"

Meggie groaned, finally opening her eyes. She tilted her head, confused at the sight.

There was a large gate that covered most of the wall. The gate itself had a drawing engraved in it, they all recognized it as the balloon-like Pokémon they saw in the painting at the previous shrine. At the top of the gate, written in Unown letters, was the name of said Pokémon: Blacephalon.

"Uh… guys? You can't see it?"

Brian turned to face her, his ears twitching. "See… what? There's nothing here. Just some stupid dirt wall!"

"I ain't seein' anythin' either." Dex shrugged.

Well, that wasn't right. First, the rotten flesh. Then… this gate. Why was she the only one able to see it?

This is a ghost dungeon. And I'm a ghost… could it be because of that? Meggie muttered in her head, considering that as a very real possibility. "I see a gate. It has the drawing of that balloon thing from before. There's a name… Blacephalon, I think."

Brian raised a claw to interject, but decided to trust her instead. "Alright… but why can't we see it?"

"Popsicle's a ghost. Maybe that's why."

"Then maybe there was something we missed back in the bug shrine. Because none of us are bugs, maybe there was a gate or something, maybe even the name of the guardian." Brian pondered, crossing his arms. "Anyway, Meg?"

"I'm thinking…" she floated upwards, to see if there was any detail she missed before.

Indeed. Meggie saw symbols—runes, to be precise—in the center of that room, forming a circle. Inside the inner circle, there were more runes, until the spot at the center of that circle. Instead of runes, there was a crude drawing.

A claw mark, very wide and deep. Meggie snapped a finger and smiled, turning to her friends. "Alright. I have a plan. Now… I shall begin this experiment."

She wasn't entirely sure where she got this from. Regardless, Meggie raised her right hand in the air, forming claws of ghost energy around her fingers. With a thrust, she rushed in, towards the ground, slashing away right at the drawing.

Energy burst from where she struck, and a purple beam struck the wall where the gate was, covering it in a bright light.

Brian covered his eyes, as did Dex. Meggie did not, watching in awe at what she just did. Once the light faded, the gate was revealed. Not just for the Froslass, but for all of them. In addition to that, it slowly opened, showing the passage to the other part of the dungeon.

They moved on.


As soon as they set foot on the next area, Brian and Dex fell to their knees, wincing and groaning at the smell. Meggie blinked, realizing they didn't get used to it. Neither did she, but at the very least, it was more bearable to her than to them.

"Take it slow, alright? I'll check this place out." She nodded, doing just that.

Unsure if from her ghost vision—as Meggie dubbed it—or not, she saw a large door, still containing the same drawing of Blacephalon. However, the second she stepped forward, chains and a lock appeared on the gate, as if to block their path.

Brian groaned again, helping Dex stand up. The Zoroark's ears twitched. "What happened to that gate? It's stopping us?"

"Ye can see it too, Goggles?" Dex winced, holding back vomit. It was slowly getting better, but he wasn't sure what mystical force was making him not throw up right there and then.

"Huh… everyone can see it?" Meggie muttered. Good thing. "Brace yourselves! I can feel… something's coming."

And she was right. From the ground in front of them, a gooey, white mass materialized, and two black eyes appeared, staring at them, first at Meggie, then at Brian, and finally, at Dexter.

A screech permeated through the area as the mass grew, reforming, shaping itself. It remained white, but the shape it was taking was easily recognizable by them; a Cursola.

At least, that's what it was at first. It screeched, screamed in pain. Meggie backed away, shivering.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…"

She shivered again. That voice… it was familiar, but it couldn't be—he was gone. They dealt with him.

Cursola's body trembled, and the branches on each side began to shake and crack violently. They were falling apart, and where they stood, there was something else. Fur… green fur. The branches were covered in green fur, and shaped like blades.

Brian's eyes widened, and he looked at Meggie. She was shaking from everywhere possible.

"N-No… it can't be him…!"

At the center of Cursola's body, where its face was, it changed as well. Bits of ectoplasm were chopped off, piece by piece, and then, Brian and Meggie saw it—the thing they never wanted to see again, the face that haunted their friend's dreams.

A Gallade. Merged with the Cursola's body in a sick abomination, an affront to nature itself.


Brian was the first to charge ahead. He screamed, flames bursting forth from his snout, all on their way to incinerate that creature. But before they hit its target, the Cursallade was enveloped in pink energy, vanishing from the place.

"The fuck?! Popsicle, Goggles, ye two better explain it when ye can—"

A blade of psychic energy made its way towards Dex, and he was barely able to block it with both fists, being thrown against the wall. Brian fell to the ground, panting, and taking a look at Meggie.

"It's not—it can't be Morgan! We gotta get this over with as soon as possible!"

"It sure as hell fights like him!" Meggie cringed. That was true, but it would also work for their advantage.

The creature hissed, teleporting away again, and reappearing right next to Meggie. It materialized rocks from out of thin air, unleashing them right at her—

Dex's body was enveloped in water, and he was able to rush to her side before the attack could land, taking her to safety, next to Brian.

"First off. Who the fuck is Morgan? Secondly... teleport. I fuckin' hate teleport!"

"Dex, can you distract it? Brian and I will work on sealing off its teleport!"

The Floatzel nodded, ready to beat the living shit out of that thing. His body was wrapped in water again, and he advanced, like a torpedo, to try and hit the Cursallade.

"We need to get rid of its field of vision. Brian, Flamethrower? I'll get out of the way when you do."

His response was putting the goggles on and getting on all fours. Dex was jumping from side to side, dodging slash after slash, but once he heard the typical sound of Brian's flames, he hopped back, letting the fox fill the area with fire.

The creature hissed, creating a blade of psychic power in each of its arms. The fire grew, covering the space between the two, reducing the spots where it could teleport to.

But it so anyway. Cursallade popped behind them, and Meggie smirked, seeing Dex still covered in his Aqua Jet coat. "Now!" She shouted.

Dex backflipped, jumping towards the creature, and landing a powerful, water-filled punch that knocked it back. "Eat it, ye bastard!"

Hisses filled the air after the attack hit, but the abomination was still very much conscious, standing up. It then screamed with such power the walls shook.

"Round two…" Dex straightened his bandanna, getting ready to fight again.


"It may still teleport…" Brian said, snapping a finger. An illusion coated all of them, turning the three invisible

Cursallade hissed again, looking around confused. It began charging another blade, when a shadowy ball of energy hit its arm. The result was another scream, followed by a look of surprise as Dex appeared in front, his tails as hard as iron, slashing away at the creature with consecutive strikes.

"Eat. This. Motherfucker! Rghrrrah!" Dex gave one final strike, sending the creature back. He panted, and his friends appeared as well, the illusion fading. "While it be down, ye two attack t'gether! I'll try to hold it off, but don't take too long!"

"Gotcha!"

"Mhm!" Meggie agreed, running in. Both her hands had claws of ghostly power in them, while Brian's claws were wrapped in dark energy.

Dex rammed with another Aqua Jet, right as the creature tried to stand up, and pressed it against the wall with all the strength he had, while his friends were running towards him. "Goggles… Popsicle… now!"

He jumped out of the way right as Brian and Meggie attacked with their slashes together, cutting the creature into two halves. The resulting attack was met with a burst of energy that knocked them all back.

Cursallade screamed, its body slowly fading into dust, until nothing was left. It was no more. Not even a tiny flake of its body remained there, gone forever.

Meggie finally hovered to the ground, panting and shaking. "T-That wasn't him… was it? It's gotta be some… some sort of dungeon trickery."

"I don't doubt it," Brian replied, giving her a hug.

Dex scratched the back of his head. "...Seriously, who the hell is Morgan?"

"A Gallade—a human turned Gallade I used to know." Meggie said, tears rolling from her eyes. "...My old mentor. But he's a monster. He hurt so many others… and I don't want anything to do with him."

"Hey, hey. I'm here. Alright? I'm here…" Brian nuzzled against her softly, purring. "...And he's gone. We all saw what happened. He's never hurting anyone ever again, alright?"

"Yeah… yeah, I know. It's the dungeon, messing with our heads. We'll all be alright." Meggie returned the hug, and remained there with him, cuddling together.

"Ye two are sweet as 'ell…" Dex sighed, watching the lock on the gate burst into dust as well, opening the path to them. "We still need to go, y'all lovebirds."

Brian and Meggie separated right as they heard it, looking away from each other with a layer of red on their faces.

"R-Right. We gotta keep going. This is probably the first… puzzle? Wait, what if it's the second? I dunno anymore…"

Meggie stood up, helping Brian do the same. After one final look between them, the trio moved on.


Once again, they walked through a large corridor, the stench of putrid corpses still filled all of them, but by now, the team had mostly grown used to it. They ignored how awful the implications of that were, and continued.

And stumbled across another change of scenery. First of all, thick fog covered the entire area, preventing anyone from noticing how far that room extended. Brian remained with his goggles on, and on high alert.

Because they were in a graveyard. There was very little that they could make out. Lots of graves, sure, but that wasn't particularly the most unsettling part. As with the shrine before, there was always that feeling of being watched... As if there was something beyond the fog that they could not see. If this was a sacred place, it surely was not in the usual sense of being religiously important.

Row upon row, tall graves with crosses stood. If Brian got close enough to examine them, he would barely be able to make out a unique rune upon each gravestone. Did each one have a special meaning, or were they names they could not interpret?

A lone tree interrupted the rows nearing the center of their vision. It stood crooked and tall, standing out against the graveyard scenery. It seemed intentionally out of place, and yet it wasn't at the same time.

Dex stood close to Brian. Very close. He shivered, eyes darting around the place, unable to shake off the feeling of being watched by… something.

"Ye think it's the 'ands again?" He asked, turning to Brian.

"Honestly… I have no idea. Meg, can you stay close too?" Brian pleaded, and she began to stroll over.

The two males were standing next to two graves, trying to read the runes inside. They looked like Unown letters, and Brian was able to faintly recognize one of them as an "N". It stood at the right end of the grave.

That feeling remained. Nothing was able to remove it. And it wasn't close to being done. They heard whispers, faint words nobody could properly make out.

Meggie continued to hover, but stopped suddenly, flinching as three embers ignited in the air, colored purple, with red at the center. They floated close together, and light enveloped them, forming into a familiar shape, yet different.

An ethereal Typhlosion appeared, the flames on its back the same color as the embers around its neck. It looked at her with drooped ears, and a frown.

"This is your final test." It said.

"Okay… do we need to take it down?" Brian went to try and fight, but the sound of stone moving prevented him from doing so. Shivering, he looked down at the ground…

…His feet were rock solid and gray. "W-Wha—Dex! Check your feet!"

Dex did exactly that, and found the same result. "Fuck! It got to me too!"

"Guys?! Guys!" Meggie pleaded, floating again, towards them.

Typhlosion shook his head, an hourglass appearing next to it. "You must find it. Find the grave of someone close to you, or your friends… will suffer a fate worse than death."


Someone close… someone close… Meggie floated from grave to grave, panting. Sweating. She wasn't even sure she could sweat, but there it was, dripping to the floor like it was raining.

This search could be fine, if it wasn't for the fact none of them had any names. Just runes—letters. Each one had a letter.

Think… Meggie. Think. There has to be a way! You're smart, you can figure this out! And if you don't, your friends—Brian's gonna die! I can't let him die like this!

Typhlosion cleared its throat, the sands beginning to fall from the hourglass. It started to sing, humming a soft tune, but at the same time, foreboding.

.thgil ruoy worrob oT

ksa ll'I ksam siht htiW

,etips ruoy og teL

ecaf dlo ruoy yawa tsaC


The words were said in a slow draw, taking a moment before saying another verse of the song, like it was meant for someone to remember.

Meggie turned her face back, wincing. Just the mere sound of the song was enough to make her ears hurt. And the lyrics… if there were lyrics. They didn't sound right either. There was definitely something they were trying to tell. What it was, she didn't know. All she knew was that the song was ingrained inside her head now, for better or for worse.

"What the hell is it singing… it sounds… wrong."

There was no time to waste! Obviously… but what could she do?! Which grave was the right one?!

I don't even have anyone close… not anymore. Not like this. And none of the ones I know are dead. I'm not finding any graves, am I?

Meggie stopped floating, falling to the ground, trembling. Her mental gears were grinding, but it was all too much, too much pressure…

Ice formed where she sat, spreading. Meggie clutched her chest tightly, allowing herself to feel, to think, to come up with a plan. Anything to save her friends.

…And to beat this stupid dungeon. Alright. Alright. Let's think. A grave of someone close to me. None of them are dead, so it must be some sort of trick from the dungeon.

"Popsicle, not to put any pressure on ye…" Dex groaned. The stone crawled up his leg. If he had any chance of moving before, it was gone now.

"Yeah! You can do this, but can you please try to—"

"I know! I know!" Meggie punched the ground, panting. I can't lose. If I lose, Brian's gone. And—I can't picture a world without him anymore. I need to find the grave.

"The clock is ticking." Typhlosion said, solemnly. "If you do not hurry, there will be nothing left of your friends to save."

Well… I don't think it's trying to make me feel better… Meggie stood—floated up, taking a deep breath. She could do this. She could. She had to. It was either that or—no. Meggie didn't dare think of the other option. Her friends were going to be saved.

She was sure of that. With a clench of her fist, she floated next to a grave. And after squinting her eyes, was able to make out what that Unown letter was.


It was the letter "B". What did that mean…? Nobody had a letter as their name.

Unless… it's part of someone's name! Someone that has a B… but is it from here, or from the human world?

Meggie crossed her arms. At the very least, she made some sort of progress. Not much, but it was progress. Meggie rubbed her cheeks, or tried to. They were too hard for her, but the thought was there.

She paused for a moment. If it was someone from her human life, she could only think of Morgan.

I can't remember my human life… and if it wasn't for that experiment, I wouldn't be here. Lance wouldn't be who he is now either. It's… my fault, isn't it? I caused so much pain by working with him…

Sand fell from the hourglass again, picking up speed. Typhlosion once again cleared its throat.

,yks eht ni rats a ekiL

uoy hcaer t'nac ssenkraD

,thgil si yoj ,thgin eht thgiL

.nwad wen eht lliT


Again with the weird song. It was still unnerving, Meggie's heart racing just from hearing it. And that, coupled with a scream of pain coming from Brian, made her wince again.

…Brian! Meggie blinked, head raised. Brian! It was Brian! The one she loved! The one she was trying to save! He was the answer!

"Did ye figure somethin' out?! Whatever, just 'elp us!"

"Don't rush me…" Meggie replied. There was something else missing. She knew it. The song… the letters… surely there was some sort of connection between them.

I can't understand the lyrics. It's like they're not there. Or like… they're… reversed.

Reversed lyrics… reversed letters…

A spark filled her brain, ideas springing to life. Meggie inhaled, then exhaled. There was still hope for her, and for her friends.

Meggie cleared her throat. "Cast away your old face. Let go your spite, with this mask I'll ask. To borrow your light."

A burst of light appeared next to a grave, the one in front of Brian. It glowed with such power that the fog near it was tossed aside. She smiled, hovering to that area, and touching the grave. The letter in it began to flow as well.

"You figured it out?" Brian blinked, the only thing holding him back from a hug was the statue he had for legs.

"It's not over yet… but yeah, I think I figured it out." Meggie took another deep breath. "The lyrics are inverted, but I think I got what they mean… so…"

"Like a star in the sky, darkness can't reach you, light the night, joy is light, till the new dawn."

Another flash of light appeared. This time, it was a little further from her position. Meggie smiled, rushing in that direction.


Quickly getting to the next grave, where there was a different letter, as she suspected, it was an "A". She touched it, and the letter glowed with light.

"Congratulations. You are doing well, however, it is not done yet. If you cannot save your friends, how will you save the world of Necrozma?"

"I'll do both. I'll save them, and I'll stop Necrozma. That's my resolution…" Meggie turned around, facing the Typhlosion. "So whatever you may throw at me, I'll take it."

"Very well." It took him a while, but Typhlosion began to sing again. The stone on Brian and Dexter's bodies began to rise, covering their stomachs now, and the fog in the area became thicker.

emit hguorht klaw dnim ruoy nI

.syad retteb ot kcaB

,maerd a ekil ,seiromeM

.yawa sraet hsaW


Meggie knew what to do this time, and with the song literally unable to leave her mind, she was fine. "In your mind walk through time, back to better days. Memories, like a dream, wash tears away."

Once again, Meggie heard light, coming from a few feet to her left, showing another grave, with the next piece of the puzzle. She smiled, running to that point, but stopping once the fog got too thick.

"Oh… oh no." Meggie blinked. "I can't see! If I can't see the light, I won't… I won't save them…"

There had to be something she could do to find the damn thing.

"Did you know this temple, as well as the Chasm, rearrange themselves based on who walks inside? This puzzle is not impossible. You must find a way."

A way? Yes, she could find it. Meggie took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and sang the verse again.

Another burst of light, more powerful this time, pushed away the fog, revealing the location of the grave. She flew as fast as possible and touched the grave. Another glowing letter, an "I".

Now, there were only two left. She knew where the "B" was, which meant she only needed to find the missing "R". Which would be easy if she knew another verse of the song.

So she looked at Typhlosion, waiting. It looked back at her, not showing any emotions.

"This is… the final verse. Once I sing it, your friends will be gone. Are you fast enough to save them? Or will you allow them to perish because of your weakness?"

Meggie was taken aback by this revelation. It was the only chance she had, and she had to be fast. As fast as she could possibly be. And she didn't know how much that was. It could be nothing.

Brian groaned, unable to move and face her, but he wasn't about to let her do this alone. "Meg! I believe in you! You can do this!"

"Popsicle! Ye got it! Do yer best!"

Meggie clenched her fists again, the words of both her friends giving her the necessary edge to try.


Typhlosion once again cleared its throat, while Meggie was busy flying from place to place, searching the rest of the graves. They didn't look right… they had no runes, nothing. At least a few of them. The ones that did had identical runes to the ones Meggie touched before.

,thgil ot krad ,thgin ot yaD

She cringed, another deep breath filled the air. "Day to night, dark to light…"

The moment she finished saying those words, she saw a faint light. Not strong enough for her to locate it, but it was a start.

.emit fo sdnas eht llaF

"Not now…!" Meggie shouted, floating upwards, to get a better view. "Fall the sands of time…"

The glow became stronger, but it wasn't enough. Not yet.

sraeg eht ekil sraey eht teL

"Let the years like the gears…"

There it was! Brighter than before! Meggie rushed to it, like a bolt of lightning, touching the grave. A burst of light later, and there was only one left.

Typhlosion closed its mouth, and opened. It was about to say the last verse, Meggie could tell. She looked at her friends, their faces the only thing left.

Brian began to pant, gasping for air, his lungs failing him. "Meg… if you fail, I just want you to know that… I love you…"

"...I love you too." Meggie flew again, extending an arm, towards the grave she saw before, the final one, the last thing between her friends' salvation and fate. She reached out, targeting, and—

Touched the stone. One final pillar of light was unleashed into the air, dissipating the og around the entire room. Typhlosion flashed a small smile, snapping a finger.

"You… you did it…!" Brian said, feeling the stone covering him crack and tear apart, freeing him.

"Popsicle! Thank ye!" Dex fell to his knees, groaning. "...Fuck. Legs are slow as 'ell."

"Of a clock unwind." Typhlosion said. "That was the final verse. Congratulations, you did well."

Meggie didn't bother replying. Instead, she rushed to Brian's side, enveloping him in a large hug. He happily returned it, spinning around with her wrapped around his body.

"I'm so glad you're okay! I thought I lost you there!" Meggie smiled, tears falling down again. "And Brian… there's something I've been meaning to tell you. And something I wanted to ask."

Brian stopped spinning, panting. "Yeah? What is—"

She didn't wait for an answer before planting a kiss on his snout. Brian gasped, but didn't back away. He put his hand on the back of her head, and kissed her back.

"I love you…" Meggie said, leaning in again, and hugging him once more. "That was the first thing. The second is—"

"Yes." Brian replied, laughing. "Yes! Yes! Hell yeah! I love you too, and if you wanna be together, then fuck yes!"

Dexter simply smiled at them, arms crossed. "Took ye long enough."

"Very well… the way to the dungeon master's lair is opened. Do you have any questions before we proceed?"

Meggie looked at the Typhlosion, frowning. "I do… I do, actually."


Back at the entrance, another portal opened. Out of it came Lance, landing on his feet, letting his cape flick in the air. Max was next, then Lilith, and finally, Scar.

The Marowak watched the portal dissipate, picking the entercard and putting it inside his satchel. His bone club was already brimming with green fire.

"Alright. How are we going about this? From what I've gathered, the dungeon is tailored towards those that walk inside—"

His sensors picked up something, and Lance jumped away, dodging an incoming electric punch from Max. He turned to them, frowning.

"What are you doing…?"

Scar stepped forward, sticking the club on the ground. "I apologize, mister Williams. I truly did not want it to come to this… however, circumstances have changed."

A shiver ran down Lance's spine. That meant they knew he was helping his friends. They knew all about it. The jig is up.

Lilith sighed, touching the emera on her arm. "I'm sorry, Percy—or Lance, I guess. But you betrayed us…"

"…And we don't take kindly to traitors." Max cracked his knuckles, roaring. "So we're gonna deal with you nice and easy!"

"Remember. He is to be kept alive at all costs. Mister Williams is necessary for the next phase of the plan." Scar shook his head, sighing. There was a somber tone to his words. "...I truly apologize, mister Williams. But it is for the greater good."

Lance groaned, about to touch his own emera, but in the blink of an eye, Lilith appeared in front of him, unleashing a mighty kick. He coughed in response, before being thrown backwards, into the waterfall.

Max laughed at what happened, grinning. "I know we gotta keep 'im alive, but can we hurt him? Just a lil bit?"

Scar nodded. "Perhaps… just don't exaggerate."

Lilith jumped back, landing next to them. "He's coming."

A burst of purple aura exploded from within the lake, launching water into the air, while Lance jumped back to solid ground, panting, and mega evolved. His aura was fierce, intimidating, covering him from head to toe. He held a single club made of aura in his right paw.

"Very well… since you all know everything, I can stop holding back."

Scar flashed a smile back at him, holding the bone. "A shame, really. I had great hopes for you. Bot not to worry, I will have you fulfill them, even if it is against your will!"

Wind began to gather around his club, and with a single swish, blades of air were launched towards the Lucario.

"Tch." Lance stepped on the ground and disappeared, leaving nothing but specks of dust. His speed was great, but not enough to dodge. Not that he wanted to.

He let himself be hit by the attacks, feeling some of them pierce his fur, but pressed on. Lilith lunged at him, jumping as high as possible into the air, disappearing in a flash.

While she was there, Lance used the opportunity to try and hit his former mentor, but Scar dodged the attack at the last second, a deep glare in his eyes.

"It's three against one, mutt!" Max punched the ground, letting a wave of electricity run through Lance's body.

He groaned, sensors twitching, barely dodging an air strike from Lilith, and judging by the crater she left, it would deal quite a lot of damage.

Lance silently noted he had to try harder if he was to defeat them. A hard task, for sure, but not an impossible one. He had triumphed against fate before. And could surely do it again.


"What is your question?"

Typhlosion watched the tree, emotionless. It waited for their reply.

Meggie looked at her friends, then back at Typhlosion. "At the bug dungeon, we saw some… paintings. They depicted a fight, from what we could gather. Against Necrozma, I assume?"

"It is a correct assumption. Millenia ago, the legends gave their all to stop him from erasing what everyone was." Typhlosion said, firm and strict. "Because that is his idea of justice. If there is no free will, there is no war, there is no suffering. He truly believes that."

Brian grumbled. That was something he suspected, from what the crystal told him. Hearing a confirmation was… something else. "I see. But it took all of them to stop him. Is that why… there's no more legends?"

"The legends of the time are all gone. Their spirits now reside inside the z-crystals, as you call them."

A pause. "Is that all?"

Dexter raised an arm. "Would be nice to know 'ow we can stop 'im."

"Very well. There is a ritual, using the three z-crystals opposite to the psychic type. If used together, they will weaken and destroy the seal. If you were to prevent them from being used…"

"No Necrozma. Got it, sounds easy enough." Dexter smiled, but he felt a shiver run down. Could they stop that?

"I think that's gonna be all." Meggie replied. "Wait—if we fail to prevent that… do we have any chance at stopping him?"

Another pause. A longer one. "I do not know. There is a high chance that if he is released, he will be weak and frail. Necrozma is a parasite, he will infect and take over someone."

"By infect, you mean—" Meggie gulped.

Brian shivered at the words.

"Do not let that happen. I do not know the full extent. If he does that, whoever is afflicted may be lost… forever."

Lost forever?! That's what Scar is planning to do to Lance, isn't it? I—I need to stop it! Brian clenched a fist. Sweat formed around his face "Okay! I think that's enough! We need to go, fight the master, get the thing and—and stop all this!"

Dex's tails flicked, and he grimaced. "Goggles... we ain't lettin' that 'appen to yer brother."

Meggie gave them a final nod. "...Alright. We can do this, guys. We got this! We're masters of our own fate! For now, and forever!"

The team rushed to the other end of the graveyard, to the lair.


At first, it was a very dark area, the sole source of light came from the previous room. Brian stood close to Meggie, as did Dex. They all huddled together, not steeping too far from one another.

Then, came a snap, and light sprung into life. Bright flashes coming from the ground, where tiles were located, coming in various colors; purple, pink, cyan, green, yellow, red, blue. They all flashed rhythmically, while fog began to cover the area.

"...It's a disco floor." Meggie blinked. The word came to her, from the human world, she figured. "It's a damn disco floor."

"What's a disco floor?" Brian asked. He figured it was something related to her times as a human, but what exactly? That was unknown.

"Popsicle keeps surprisin' me with random bits o' information."

"Uh… I don't know. The word just came to me, and I think it means this kinda place we are?" she shrugged. "...Other than that, I have zero idea. But hey, this is a better spot to fight than the other place, right?"

Brian smiled. His girlfriend—and he stopped to consider the weight of those words, his smile growing larger—had a point. It wasn't anything like the rest of the dungeon, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

More lights flashed, faster and faster. A white ball descended from the sky, spinning around with its own flashing colors, blue and pink. It continued to spin, the fog moving around the sphere, while fireworks exploded on the floor, although none of them hit the trio.

"Aight! Get ready, y'all!" Dex was coated in water again, teeth bared.

"It's coming…" Brian gulped. He had to do this. He had to fight. To save his brother and the world… "If I don't fight, we'll never make it! It's like Lance said… if we don't fight, we won't survive!"

Another echoing snap filled the air, and various spheres that glowed with light appeared in the sky, moving around to cast the light in different directions. Meanwhile, the ball began to shake violently.

It exploded into a mass of fireworks that hit various spots of the stage, but they soon collided together, forming into a stick figure, and the fog circled the top of this figure, forming another sphere.

The conjoined creature landed on the ground, snapping sounds popping up again. It picked the sphere it had for a head, tossing it into the air, then spun, and then caught the sphere like nothing had happened.

All the while, letting out a loud, maniacal laugh. It didn't shake the dungeon to its knees like Buzzwole did, as it was more of a warning. Light-red aura filled its body, and it laughed one more time.

Brian adjusted his goggles, looking at his friends. "Alright, everyone! You all know we need to get ready! We gotta win this one! For our friend, and for the world! The stakes are high!"

Fireworks Pokémon, Blacephalon


Blacephalon began to move the sphere around its arms, seemingly waiting for them to make the first move. It bobbed around, dancing, spinning with the grace of a ballet dancer.

"Dunno about ye guys, but I ain't gonna stand around an' do nothin'!" Dex groaned, rushing in at Blacephalon, spinning with his body cloaked in water. "Eat this!"

The creature laughed, jumping in the air without even giving a chance for Dex to hit it, while still moving the ball it had for a head. Blacephalon landed on top of Dexter's head, giggling.

"Motherfucker…" Dex bobbed his head backwards, but Blacephalon jumped before the Floatzel could do anything else.

Blacephalon giggled, launching its head in the air again, and clapped its hands together, repeatedly. With each clap, a piece of rock materialized, and was launched towards Dex.

He groaned, coating himself in water once again, and charging, his fists smoking red, giving multiple punches on the rocks, shattering each one of them to bits.

Brian blinked. "Is… Is Dex gonna handle this on his own again?"

"I don't—" Meggie looked up, eyes widening. She pointed upward. "Dex, careful—"

"What?" Dex ignored her pleas and continued on, fast as a torpedo. Before he could hit Blacephalon, the head fell in front of him, glowed, and—

It exploded on his face in a flash of pink and blue fireworks, sending him into the ground with an annoyed grunt. Blacephalon laughed at it, producing another head out of thin air.

"So that answers my question…" Brian sighed, getting on all fours. "It's fast, Dex isn't, but I might not be able to hit it, can you guys make a distraction—"

"Already on it, sweetheart!" Meggie flew, focusing her energy to make a frosty wind. "Dex! Aqua Jet again! But get out of it before you hit that thing!"

With another groan, he did as instructed, wrapping himself in a thick layer of water and rushing ahead. Blacephalon was playing with its head again, not bothering with them. Did it think they were not worthy?

So different from the bug… Dex advanced again, but stopped just a few feet before, jumping out of the body of water.

Once he did, Meggie unleashed a freezy beam from her mouth, turning the water into ice and letting it continue on its way towards Blacephalon, who simply looked at the large chunk of ice with a smile, and was then hit by it.

They were hit by the sizzling sound of ice melting, and saw the chunk turning into mist, while Blacephalon continued to laugh at them. In fact, there were two laughs.

One Blacephalon launched the ball, and another one, looking more transparent, caught it.

"It's a Substitute!" Brian pointed out, rubbing his goggles. "...And the ice. Is it a fire-type too?"

"No time to argue!" Meggie said, creating shadowy claws on her hands and hovering down, towards the two creatures. They both laughed at her, then looked at each other.

It was far from being over.


The duo of Blacephalon laughed once again, exchanging heads with one another, then again, and again. It looked like a wicked game of hot potato… if the potato was a bomb.

Nevertheless, Brian had a plan. He snapped his fingers, cloaking them on another illusion. He ran ahead, coating his claws in dark energy, and looked back at his friends. "I can't keep it up while running and attacking! Help me with this one! While they can't see us!"

The trio charged ahead again, and the two beasts laughed one more time, launching the spheres right where the team was located, exploding on impact. With an additional head, the explosion grew stronger, knocking them back further, and dispelling the illusion.

"Fuck... 'Ow the 'ell did they find out where we was?" Dex groaned, standing up and coughing up some smoke.

Meggie was groaning, munching on an oran berry to restore her energy. It was a little burned, but worked just fine. She looked at the ground, and noticed that each of the tiles changed color when anyone stepped on it. Of course, she was the sole exception to this rule.

Meaning she could attack. "Brian, cloak me! I got a plan!"

Brian groaned, standing up. His bag and scarf were fine, if only slightly burnt. "Got it… got it! We'll work as a distraction!"

Another finger snap, and Meggie was no more. While Brian focused on illusioning her, Dex had to use this chance to strike. Cracking his knuckles, he rushed in, spinning his body while his tails turned as hard as iron.

Meggie focused, taking a deep breath, and watched Dexter run. She had to use this as her chance! On one hand, she charged electricity. On the other, a claw with an eerie, ghostly glow. With these two together, she could do this!

"Popsicle! If yer gonna try something, do it now!" Dex prepared to strike the tail on the creatures, when—

"Dex! On the tiles!"

Thinking fast, he rammed his tails on the ground, causing the tiles to spark and explode, one by one. The colors were no more.

To that, the duo of Blacephalon screeched, finally taking action, each one creating spheres of pink energy on their hands. One Blacephalon giggled, reforming its head. It jumped and danced in the air, spinning around like nothing mattered anymore.

Brian recognized the attack instantly. "Psyshock… You guys, walk away! I got this, I can take it!"

Dex nodded, jumping back, while Brian ran forward, arms and legs extended, to take the attack. Blacephalon giggled, launching each sphere in quick succession, so fast they almost blended together.

"I can take—" Brian felt the first sphere touch him, then another, and another. With each one, he screamed, sensing his skin burn and ache. His screams intensified, mixed with confusion and anger that the attack actually affected him. Brian fell to his knees when it was over, groaning.

Unable to contain the illusion anymore, Brian dissipated it.


Right on time, as Meggie struck a powerful blow at the ethereal Blacephalon, turning it into nothing but pure light. She wasn't done, and her eyes were filled with pure rage from what happened to Brian.

"This… this is for him!" Meggie roared, slashing away at the Blacephalon. Time after time, again and again, and nothing could stop her. Nothing could top her rage, her sheer sadness, her anger. That was an opponent to be defeated.

Then, another bolt of lighting cracked throughout Blacephalon's body, making the head burst open again, but with no explosion this time. "Eat shit!"

She slashed the thing away once more, roaring, trembling, putting all she had in her on this one attack. Slowly but surely, her efforts were working, and culminated in Blacephalon flying towards the ceiling… until it was out of view.

Meggie hovered back down, next to Brian, and gave him a small smile. "I did it… I think I did it."

Dex groaned, walking next to them and picking an oran from the bag. "Least you didn't faint."

Brian nodded. "Yeah… and I'm alright! Psyshock was stronger than I thought."

Another fit of laughter was felt throughout the area, coming from up top. Blacephalon slowly descended, flying, while its body took on a dark, purple glow. With its arms extended, multiple hands began forming, colored the same as its aura.

Never-Ending Nightmare

"Dodge that… sweetheart, Dex. I'll finish this! And we'll get outta here!" Meggie took a deep breath, energy crackling through her right fist, and a pulse of water on her left one. "Here… I come!"

She dashed upward, dodging the hands that tried to grab her and her friends. They were many, far too many to count, and yet—she could escape their clutches, for sure. I won't give up! I won't give in! This is my home, and I will protect it!

Meggie continued on her way, getting closer—close enough to attack. With another roar, she rammed the water pulsating on Blacephalon, unleashed a thunderbolt powered by the liquid. Its head popped again, and there was something different than a giggle—a scream of sheer pain.

"Like I said before… eat. Shit!" Meggie backed away just a little, creating another claw, and slashed one final time, this time launching Blacephalon to the ground, and seeing the hands dissipate.

It came with a loud crash, shattering what was left of the tiles. Meggie panted, then hovered down, next to Brian.

"Is it over this time…?" Brian asked, flicking an ear.

Blacephalon gave them one final laugh, right as its body began to inflate, much like a balloon… and it popped in a bright flash of light.

"It's over! We won, Goggles, Popsicle!"

He picked the bracelet on the bag and tossed it to Meggie, just in case. The light retreated, revealing another crystal. Purple, with a ghostly wisp at the center. Meggie put the bracelet on and extended her arm. The crystal flew towards it, clicking in place.

"We won… we have the two crystals! We can stop Necrozma's ressurection!" Brian said, chirping in excitement, and went to hug his girlfriend. Yup, still feels weird calling her that.

Where Blacephalon once stood was another portal, the exit to the dungeon. Without much of a reason to stay there, the team hopped on…


"Argh!"

Lance was pushed back by another powerful punch from Max, rolling around the flowers. He panted, slowly standing up, the purple aura on him fading, and returning him to normal.

"Huff… I'll stay here for as long as I need! To help my friends!"

Right as he said that, the hole began to glow, sealing itself shut. He turned back, flicking his ears. "Wha—"

"Hmph." Scar spun his club again. "If this is the case, I will be glad to end them in front of you—"

Just then, a shadowy sphere was launched, landing in front of Lance, on the midway between him and his opponents. Brian hopped out of the portal, landing right on his brother's side.

"Hey Shorty! What took you so long?!"

Meggie was next, releasing a thunderbolt after Brian attacked. And then, Dex, cracking his knuckles.

"A happy reunion." Scar looked down, sighing. He flashed a wicked smile. "Very well! If this is the way things are supposed to be, then that is fine by me!"

The seven Pokémon there had the feeling that battle had only just begun…

A/N: I have once again used as much Zelda inspiration as I could. In this case, a bit of the Shadow Temple. The song Typhlosion plays is a reversed song of healing with lyrics by Nicki Jensen. Figured that fit the chapter well enough. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it! As always, do leave a review.
 
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Dungeon 54 - Sapphire: Part 1

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 54 - Sapphire: Part 1

Lance took a large breath, conjuring a bone club. It glowed with a purple aura. He looked at his former allies—at Scar, Max and Lilith. They were his enemies now. And…

"...I am alongside them once more." Lance pointed the bone at Scar, flames burning inside both their eyes. "To fight, defend and protect. Because that's what I—that's what team Liberators is all about!"

Brian's eyes lit up at his brother's words. The words he waited so long to hear. He began to smile, and even tears fell. "Hell yeah, shorty! We're kickin' ass!"

Meggie sighed in relief, watching them both cheer each other up. "I'd love to commemorate, boys, but I think we have some people to beat up."

Scar puffed out smoke from his nostrils, clutching his club with all his might. "Maxwell, Lilith… there is no need to let anyone but mister Williams alive. Do not hold back. Take the crystals they have."

Max clapped his knuckles together in a bright flash of electricity. "No holding back! Just the way I like it!" His eyes went towards the Floatzel, who returned the gesture.

Lilith tapped a foot on the ground and looked at Meggie, cracking a wicked smile. "Too bad… had things gone different, we could've made great friends! Maybe something more… teehe!"

They were all ready, locking eyes with their opponents. Lance stood right next to his brother, smiling at the Zoroark. He let the wind blow on him, closed his eyes, focusing all he had, and taking a deep breath, to calm down for the big fight ahead of them.

And Scar's words only worsened it, but Lance had a feeling his team could handle it. They handled the dungeons, and he trusted them with his life. Somehow, he could tell they all felt the same way.

"Very well. Brian, with me. We're handling Scar." And offered a fist for his twin to bump.

Which Brian did. "It's been a while since we fought together… I can't help but be excited."

Scar spun his club, grimacing. "So it has come to this, hm? I truly believed we could change the world… together. And for that, I was a fool."

"Less talkin', more punchin'!" Max roared, rushing in as fast as he could. Which… wasn't much, but it was the thought that counted.

Dex grinned in response. "Goggles, Popsicle, an' Pup. Let's kick their arses t'gether!"

The Floatzel, too, runned ahead, raising a fist. Him and Max clashed, sending a small shockwave around them. But neither of them budged, or showed signs they were going to.

"Ngah… not bad!" Max went for another punch, but it was blocked by Dex's other fist.

Meggie groaned, flying towards Lilith. She knew ghost moves would be hardly effective, but she could still use her inner electricity to strike. With a thunderbolt that clapped the earth, she did that. Lilith jumped ahead, towards the ghost, her entire body wrapped in a pink glow.

Lance looked at his brother one final time, and they charged.


First off, Meggie knew she had the advantage of being in the sky, rather than the land. Although this proved to be a challenge. If she wanted to hit Lilith, she'd have to go down, and hope the Lopunny didn't have any effective moves. Meggie was still weakened from the dungeon.

She wasn't about to let that stop her, however. With a quick breath, she flew, spinning and focusing her energy to launch thunderbolts towards the Lopunny.

"Not bad, but you're gonna have to try a little harder than that!" Lilith stepped on the ground, and rushed, faster than Meggie ever thought possible.

Lilith continued on, eventually jumping and letting one of the bolts hit her.

Although it burned and charred her, she didn't stop there, continuing on her way. With a closed fist, and a dark, black glow on it, she punched Meggie right in the jaw, uppercutting her into the air. "Here's some little retribution!"

"Gah!" Meggie was lunched upwards, with such force her icy face began to crack from the impact.

And I'm still not done! Lilith stepped on the ground, and she was launched in the air, bouncing. Her speed and impulse was so great she flew higher than even Meggie.

Two can play at this game! Meggie watched as Lilith was falling back down, readying a kick. Although it was a kick, the wind current around the Lopunny's foot made Meggie realize it was an entirely different attack.

To return it, she closed a fist, making it freeze with snowflakes dripping off of it, and then punched Lilith's foot. "I'm done with you! You won't hurt my friends, or the world, ever again!"

Lilith grunted, trying to put more power into the kick. But she watched in horror as her entire leg was encased in ice. Not debilitating, but enough to make her somewhat sluggish.

"And now…" Meggie raised two fingers, crackling with electricity. She discharged them at Lilith, launching her back into the ground, while Meggie remained airborne.

Lilith crash-landed on the ground, producing a small crater, and a large smoke cloud. Just as she was about to strike back, the ice finished covering her, and sinking deep into her, stinging inside her.

"C-Chilly… really c-chilly… but ya know… I ain't givin' up so easily, gal."

Meggie flashed a smirk at her. "Good. I don't plan on doing so anytime soon!"

The wind around Meggie was freezing, and snowflakes fell on the ground. But her smile never once faltered. She had faith in her own power.

Lilith slowly raised an arm, and then another, touching the emera she was holding. A burst of pink energy filled her body, melting the ice and freeing her from that dreaded status affliction. She cracked her neck and tapped the ground.

"And now… now the real fun starts! Come at me!"

Meggie grimaced, then raised an arm as high as possible, unleashing a pulse of water towards Lilith.

Who dodged it in the blink of an eye. Meggie knew she had to try harder for this one.


The first thing Max did was unleash a powerful punch right at Dex's gut. It made him cough, but he grinned away, flicking his tails and turning back with a strike. It didn't do much, only sending Max a few feet back, at most.

"Not so tough now, eh?" Max grinned, then raised his arm as if it were a hammer, readying for another punch.

But what Dex wanted was that distance between them. With a cloak of water covering his body, he was now much faster, and easily dodged that strike.

"Sorry about that, Volty! But I can't let ye 'it me so much!" Dex stepped back, closing both fists, and soon enough, he was advancing once more, unleashing a flurry of attacks. "Oooooo…RA!"

And Max took each and every one of them, using both his large arms to defend against it. It was what he wanted. The tendrils next to his head twitched, and extended right as Dex was close enough, releasing a powerful electric attack that knocked the Floatzel back.

"Not that much bravado now?" Max flexed an arm. It burst with electricity. "Face it, dumbass. You're way out of your league now!"

Those words… Those words caused Dex's blood to boil. He stood up, slowly and groaning from the thunder inside of him, his movements sluggish. He knew that was true… Dex was surrounded by people so much more powerful than him.

"See, that's where yer wrong…" Dex panted, closing a fist and punching the ground. "It doesn't matter! Wanna know why?! Because I 'ave people I wanna protect now!"

With a roar, four large rocks levitated off the ground, encroaching Max inside a makeshift tomb. And Dex was rushing ahead one more time, using the rocks as a distraction. Because…

…He knew Max would break free, punching them away with his mighty fist. It was part of Dex's plan—he had a plan, for once! The Floatzel punched Max right on his face, and then unleashed a second flurry of punches, each one imbued with his indomitable, unshakeable fighting spirit!

Max was taken aback by each of them, grunting, then groaning, then screaming from the pain. They were hard… rough… powerful.

"So. Don't. Ever. Hurt. Me. Mates!" Dex gave one final punch, knocking Max even more.

The Electivire stuck his hand on the ground to slow down, and eventually came to a halt, panting. There was even a bit of blood right under his mouth, that he rubbed away with an arm.

"Fuck… not bad. Not bad at all!" Max chuckled. "But… You need more than willpower! You need smarts, a brain!"

"The hell're ye—Gah!" Dex screeched in pain, electricity coursing through him once more. It appeared to come from underground… and was leading right to where Max punched. No, that wasn't it. There was water all the way there. It… it conducted the electricity! "Ye planned it that fast...?"

"What can I say? Knowledge is power." Max cracked his knuckles. "But I know that wasn't enough to finish you off… unfortunately. Because that just means you'll get a bigger taste of me!"

Dex groaned. Normally, he'd love a taste… but he had no time for that! He focused, as hard as he could, on the feeling the electricity had given to him. The burning, the paralysis… He sensed it all.

And managed to get enough strength to dodge another punch, rolling to the side. "Fuck yeah! Yer gettin' a taste o' me too!"


Scar swiftly backflipped away from an incoming Shadow Ball. His eyes had just a tiny tint of a red glow in them. To him, his vision was different. He could perceive the different auras forming into the attacks his opponents were using. He detected them, and used it to dodge.

"This guy's shady… he's detecting our every move. How is he able to do that?"

"Why. I had training. My focus is unmatched." Scar stated, putting his club down. "I do not even require this tool to fight in equal ground with you two."

There has to be a limit to how much he can detect… there just has to. He's not unbeatable. Lance thought. He focused on his sensors, and his brain started working on a way to counter it.

Brian, meanwhile, raised his claws in the air, wrapping them with dark power. "I dunno what you're planning, Lance, but make it quick!"

He slashed the air, unleashing three dark blades towards Scar. The Marowak smiled, picking his club and safely walking between two of the blades.

"Hmph. Typical. You are agitated. You blame me for all of your brother's choices. Have you ever stopped to consider that he made them himself?"

Agitated. That was it! Lance couldn't sense Scar's emotions. They were very hidden, but he did know of one time they got the best of him… when they were at the "dungeon" Brian created.

"Brian! A larva grows into a pulp… but that pulp can become a tyrant!"

"...What?"

"Hmph…" Scar flicked his club, and stuck it on the ground. A burst of flames spread, forming into wheels that were headed towards them.

"A hard shell grows into an armor! A tyrant with armor, Brian!" Lance said, jumping and standing on top of a bone club.

Brian's ears flicked. That was… He jumped after his brother, focusing on an illusion. A bright red flash covered the area, temporarily blinding Scar.

Once it was away, he stepped back. Multiple Tyranitar and Pupitar were circling him. They were closing in.

"You… fiends. Using my own family against me—"

A quick parry at Scar's face made him grunt. It came from Lance, and was followed by another, and another. Soon, five parries struck Scar. Each felt like he was being hit by a large hammer, and were precise.

"Not… now! I will not yield!" Scar grabbed the aura club Lance made, and it was instantly enveloped by flame. "I will have my family again! And you and your ridiculous sibling will not stop me!"

Scar roared, unleashing an incredible stream of flames from all around his body, melting away all the Tyranitar and knocking the twins away.


The fiery explosion was powerful enough to gather the attention of the other fighters. Lilith quickly dashed, stopping right next to Scar, while Max jumped, landing on their side.

Meggie hovered next to Brian, helping him stand up, and Dex did the same to Lance.

"It appears… we are evenly matched." Scar said, trembling. The others assumed this was out of fear, but the Marowak soon burst into laughter. "Very well! I will use this! I will surpass everything and everyone that stands in the way of my family!"

Lilith grimaced, the pink light covering her again, and returning her to normal. "Ya know… You're my family, Scar. And I'll help you get yours back. Promise."

"We're all in this together." Max added, eyeing his opponent; the Floatzel.

"Even if it means the end of the world…?" Brian shouted, closing his eyes. "Necrozma doesn't want peace! He wants to make us his slaves! How can you not see that?!"

Scar groaned, shaking his head. "...What makes you think I do not? I simply… do not care. If that is what it takes to get my wife and my son back, then I will gladly walk to hell and back for them."

Lance produced another club. "Talking this out with them will never work. They can only be stopped, and that's what I intend to do now."

Brian began to tremble. "But… but… I can't! I don't want to fight you, I don't want to make you lose your family, but—"

"Brian, sweetheart… I love that you're thinking this, but we can't—we can't reason with them. All we can do is fight."

"Fight. Is that all you can think of…?" Scar pondered, sighing. He was just so… tired. "This fighting is a sin. If there is fighting—"

"—There is death, sorrow." Lilith added.

"And war, pain and suffering." Max frowned. "...We want to stop this fighting. So that we—all of us can have a normal life. A life without worries, without pain. I will find the knowledge to make that a reality."

Lance stepped back. The words… they almost resonated with him. If fighting was a sin… no. It couldn't be. He had to keep fighting. For everyone. His friends, and the world. That much was decided.

"You said you won't yield, but I will not as well." Lance extended the club, and took a glance at his friends… his team. "I'm glad you opened my senses, Brian. We can't just give up."

Dex chuckled, gently tapping Lance's back. "Well said, Pup. We're gonna save the world! Cuz that's what 'eroes do, am I right?!"

"You're… right." Brian gulped. No, he still didn't want them to fight, but if there was no other choice… if that was all they could do, then he'd do it. He put his goggles on and clenched his teeth. "Alright, let's do this!"


"A little correction. I'm doing this."

Meggie stepped forward, closing one fist. The fist that belonged to the hand she wore her bracelet in, and where the z-crystal was. It began to pulsate with power.

"I can hear it. Instructing me… telling me how to use it," she said, looking back at her friends. "Please stand aside!"

"Meg?" Lance said, almost pleading. "We don't know how to use it that well, are you sure—"

"I'd say let her try it!" Brian pointed out, glaring at the three opponents they had. He trusted Meggie. One hundred percent.

"Popsicle… Ye better know what yer doin'."

Scar wasn't going to stand around and do nothing while she was about to unleash such a strong move on them. He ran ahead, aiming his club towards the Froslass' arm. It was right then that Meggie realized she had to act fast if it was to be over then.

So… she inhaled, letting the energy from the crystal ripple inside her, like a drop of water in a lake. It was growing, and shaping itself. She was surrounded by a powerful, purple and red aura, and hands began to materialize next to her.

"I'm protecting my friends! And I'm protecting my home! You will never get away with this!" Meggie tapped the crystal, and extended both her arms forward.

A multitude of hands, countless, sprouted out of her body, all rushing towards them. They were fast and unpredictable, all she knew was that they needed to hit them. To strike them all down. To—

The hands crumbled apart, and Meggie screamed in pain, before falling to the ground. Lilith used this opportunity to snag the wristband away, backflipping to Scar's side. Her emera was glowing, as was Lilith. She had mega evolved again.

She grinned. "I was fast enough to do it. Guess I feel pretty good about myself now!"

"Meg!" Brian rushed to her side, cradling her in his arms. "W-What… what happened?!"

"She was too weak to withstand the power." Max said, chuckling, watching Lilith hand the bracelet to Scar. "...Heh. Does this mean you guys are that tired from the dungeon to use it, eh? Guess this makes things easier for us."

"Unforgivable…" Brian stood up, panting. He looked at Lance, snarling. "Give me the crystal! I can handle it! I won't go berserk again!"

"Too dangerous, Brian! We can't let it—" Lance narrowly dodged a wheel of fire. It hit the flowers behind him, burning them to a crisp.

"I believe you all mentioned you would continue to defy us." Scar clicked the bracelet in place, and felt a rush of power fill his body. "Do you still intend to? Your companion is wounded. I believe this is for the best. Stand down, and give us the final crystal."

Brian snarled again, his short mane poofing up. "Hell no! I wasn't doing it before, and I won't do it now!"

Dex got ready to fight again, even cloaking himself in more water, but… Lance stepped forward, clenching both of his fists, and looking straight at Scar.

"There is no need for this. Brian, Meg, Dex. Do not interrupt this." Lance said to his friends, but kept his gaze towards Scar. "You and I… we will fight. For our futures."

"A sinful one… to the very end." Scar sighed. Part of him hoped this would never come to be. That part was shut down. "If that is what you wish… very well."


Each of their steps was heavy. It carried their burdens, the things that led each of them to this path, to this very moment. Lance, fighting for himself, for what he believed in. And Scar, who was willing to doom the world if it meant he could have his family back.

Lance thought it was bittersweet. He wasn't sure if any of their moments together was real, or if it was all part of Scar's twisted mentality to groom him. And to be honest… Lance didn't want to hear the answer.

Scar was the first to strike. Or to try. He parried his club forward, watching Lance defend it with his own. The connecting weapons remained perfectly still, a sign that they were both matched.

"All this time… all this effort. Nobody can bring them back, Scar. Maybe… maybe Xerneas could. Have you tried to—"

"Silence. Don't waste time talking. Simply attack me with all your might." Scar replied, pulling back the club and preparing a strike from left to right.

"Tch."

Lance blocked it, but it forced him back, somewhat. "I don't understand. Why go this far? Why hurt so many others?

"..." Scar never replied, instead he ignited the club and spun his body, trying another hit. Lance had to put more effort to block this one. "Let me ask you this, mister Williams. Why are you trying to find meaning in this battle? If you have to do that… it means you already lost."

Find meaning? No… Lance wasn't trying to do that. All he wanted was to understand where Scar was coming from, to empathize with his former mentor, and to maybe… just maybe… reach an agreement. If it had to be done through fighting, that was fine. Fighting was in his blood, after all.

"I refuse to be someone's puppet." Lance said, and he lunged in, making a second club, and trying three to four attacks in quick succession, giving little to no time for Scar to dodge. "And… Scar, I don't want to fight you. Why must we do this? Is it the only way?"

Scar roared, unleashing another flaming wheel on Lance's face. The Lucario groaned from the pain, and momentarily ceased his attack. His former mentor then lunged in once more, hitting Lance with his club, which had, for the duration of this attack, turned into a spectral version of itself.

"If you dare to ask this to your enemy's face… then you do not deserve to join the battle at all."


Lance's clubs were thrown away by Scar's attack, and before he knew it, he was hit by it as well, falling to his knees. However, the battle wasn't over. He sensed another flame attack, and fired an Aura Sphere at it, dissipating the flames.

It wasn't long until Scar was in front of him again, but Lance managed to block the next club attack.

"Do you not understand it, Lance?" Scar said, pressuring him. Lance began to back away, slowly. "It is pointless to find meaning in battle. For you will find your resting place before your answer."

"I know." Lance took a deep breath, and began to pressure back, pushing Scar away. "I know that, but I still need to try! That's what justice is!"

Brian watched his brother fight, and remembered that time… so long ago, where they fought that Luxray. And once again, he thought about helping. This time, he remained in place, trusting Lance to keep going.

"I dun get what they're sayin'..." Dex scratched his head. "But it's bad?"

"No, I don't think it is… It's just…" Meggie gasped for air. "I'm not sure myself."

Max crossed his arms. Obviously, he was rooting for Scar. He knew his boss could handle it. Lilith thought the same.

Scar continued to parry, alongside Lance. Their weapons clashed with one another. Time after time. "Mister Williams… let me tell you the truth. This world is full of evil. Evil beyond purpose or reason. If you have lived this long without seeing that, then… your life is a waste."

Lance continued to fight. Perhaps Scar was right, perhaps this was all meaningless. But he didn't know that. None of them did. Lance still needed to try. To fight the good fight. For those that couldn't.

And for himself. For a monster like him, fighting was to protect. Lance unleashed a powerful parry, knocking the club off of Scar's hands. He lunged in, ready to strike once more…

But stopped right before he did. "My life does have a meaning. But you're not free from sin yourself. You have blood in your hands, just like me."

Scar could only smirk in response. "Indeed I do. But the difference between you and me… is that I do not care enough about myself to bother with such trivial matters!"

Scar, this time, breathed fire, it once again shaping into a wheel, pushing Lance back.

Brian finally ran to his brother's side. "Hey! Are you okay?! That guy hurt you pretty bad… physically and, y'know."

Dex pointed at Scar, snarling. "Yer a prick, Bones! I don't get a single thing ye said, but I just know. Yer wrong."

"To each their own." Scar walked to the side, grabbing his club back. "Now… I believe I entertained your battle mania as much as I could, mister Williams. Which brings me to this."

He snapped a finger, and Lilith grinned. She jumped in the air once again.


And crash landed right in front of Lance. First, she gave a series of powerful punches on Brian, knocking him back. Then, she did the same to Dex. Finally, to Meggie, she raised a fist with dark energy, slapping her to the side.

"I won't—" Lance received a powerful punch to his crotch, instantly making him fall to his knees.

"...Ow. I felt that." Max groaned.

"I'm nothing if not efficient," she teased, lifting Lance by his neck. "See, we knew ya wouldn't miss an opportunity. And neither did we!"

She tossed him to the side, and set her sights on Brian. Lilith was too fast for him to react to, and soon enough, she grabbed him, rushing back to Scar's side.

Max fiddled with Brian's bag, the only bag they brought, and picked the bug crystal, safely holding it in his hand.

Another snap of fingers. Scar had a wicked smile all across his face. "Now! I would like to propose a deal! You give us the Darkinium-Z, and we will not kill your precious companion."

Lance continued to groan, and there was little he could do but agree to that.

No. Something was wrong. Lilith was surely fast enough to grab his crown during the fight. So why didn't she…?

It was then that Max unleashed a powerful wave attack at Lance, who felt it through his metallic body, and became paralyzed as a result. Meggie gasped in shock, moving in to help—and got hit by a spectral bone that turned back, returning to Scar's hand.

"I believe this is checkmate, mister Williams. You could, of course, come with us willingly. Maxwell."

"Didn't zap you enough to fully paralyze, just enough that you won't escape. So… yeah, we're gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way. Regardless, you're coming with us."

Dex was about to attack, when Lance put his hand in front of the Floatzel.

"Very well… I will go. Leave my brother alone, and I'll go."

"H-Hey!" Brian wanted to say, but his mouth was covered by Lilith with one hand, and with the other, she began choking him.

"Splendid! Come." Scar offered a hand.

Lance slowly walked to the Marowak's side, looking down. He could still plan a way out of this, and back to his friends. Lance had to.

Lilith threw Brian back at the others, and clapped her hands together. "Whoa! Everything's coming along nicely, isn't it? Max, sweetie, do ya have the final entercard?"

Max grinned, pulling it from under his head. At the center was a forest with a large black crystal on it. "Yup. Back to the forest, we go!"

Lance frowned as he looked at his teammates. "I'm sorry… everyone."

The Electivire tossed his entercard into the ground, opening the portal to their final destination. He jumped in.

Scar picked Lance's crown, holding onto it, and pushed Lance inside the portal. Only he and Lilith were left.

"Now… I believe we must go."

Brian panted, weakly waving a finger. He didn't have enough power for a full illusion, but… he could at least try. He created copies of himself, Meggie and Dex. "When I say it…"

They knew what to do. Lilith jumped into the portal, and Scar did it as well. It was beginning to close, but… in a last ditch-effort, Brian ran as fast as he could, holding Meggie in his arms, while Dex dashed with the water cloak from before.

Just as the trio entered the portal, it closed.


Scar appeared on the other side, just a few feet behind Lance. "Hm… if my hunch is correct—"

Brian fell from the portal, face planting on the sand. Meggie hopped off his arm before he did anything else. And Dex… he fell on his rear, yelping in pain.

"As I suspected. They are here. Do you remember this place?"

Lance looked around. The beach was unfamiliar, but the presence… inside the forest made him remember it all. "The forest of the dead?"

"Fuck!" Dex stood up, groaning. "This hurts… so much."

Lance groaned, using a club to propel himself upwards, and landed next to Brian. "Hm… seems we can still put up a fight, can't we?"

Scar sighed. "Have you learned nothing from what I told you? To find meaning in battle is pointless. And well… we are now in His place."

Meggie's eyes widened. "Wha—"

A crystalline tentacle emerged from the ground, grabbing her and squeezing the Froslass tight. She immediately began to scream. Lance could only watch in horror as two more tentacles appeared, each one holding another of his friends.

Brian roared, slashing away at the tentacle with a powerful Night Slash. He panted, and then struck the other two, freeing his teammates. "We're not giving up! Never, never!"

Hearing that only made Scar's emotions boil further. Smoke flared out of his nostrils, and he groaned. My Lord… forgive me for this, but they are proving to be more of a nuisance than I thought.

Max turned his back to look at them, facepalming. "Goddammit. Are we really about to have another fight? Cuz… normally I'd love to, but we're on the verge of greatness! We're so close!"

Lilith, meanwhile, had the pink energy fade out of her body. She, too, was getting tired of this. "Don't plan on givin' up either. Not when we're so close."

Lance looked at his friends, flashing the tiniest of smiles he could. He finally stared at Scar again. "I don't need to find meaning by battling. I already have it. My family… my team is my everything. And I'll keep on going forward to our future. Together! We'll challenge fate again and again, as many times as we need to!"

Brian, hearing those words, slowly stood up. "Because when life knocks you down… you stand back up again."

"And you can't quit. Because there's always a chance," Meggie this time. She smiled.

"Won't pretend I understood half of what Pup said, but I approve!" Dex slammed his fists together.

"You are all a bunch of fools." Scar muttered. The flame in his club lit again. "But if that is how you wish to go down… who am I to deny it?"
 
Dungeon 55 - Sapphire: Part 2

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 55 - Sapphire: Part 2

Meggie panted. Ignoring her wounds was the best thing she could do right now. And she already had her eyes set on someone to fight.

She hovered towards Max, creating claws on her fingers. With a quick spin, she shortened the distance between them, and managed a quick slash at Max's arm just as he used it to block the attack.

"Tch! Never liked you all that much. You're the human, aren't you?"

Won't even bother answering that… Meggie clenched her teeth, and this time went for a frosty punch. It didn't do any visible damage to Max, other than a layer of ice forming on his arm.

"Whoa! That was the weakest punch I've ever seen!" Max grinned, closing a fist of his own, and charging it with electricity. "How about I give you a taste of my own?!"

A punch in her jaw, and Meggie stumbled back, groaning. Max didn't stop there, going for another punch. But the ghost managed to swiftly move to the side, landing another punch, and then floating away.

His body is tough. Tougher than mine, punches do so little damage… but there has to be something I can do. A weak spot. Remember… Meggie panted again, shaking. She wasn't sure how long she could do this without fainting. Then, she set her sights on Max's antennae. Maybe… maybe that was the spot she looked for.

And she was fast enough to do it. Both her fists were coated in ice, even more so than usual, and Meggie moved as quick as she could, aiming at the appendages.

"You're getting too close for my taste." Max charged more voltage in his fists, trying to hit Meggie—

It failed, she dodged without breaking a sweat, and then grabbed the antennae, spreading ice through it. Max screamed, hissing in pain as the ice spread, freezing that part of him.

"Your plan… a-all along?!" Max tried to shake off the chillness on his body, but was open for attacks.

An opportunity Meggie took to slash at his face with her ghost claws, repeatedly. A single attack may be weak, but many of them would eventually clutch it. Or at least, that was her thought process.

"Here's the thing." Meggie hovered back, still shaky. Her vision began to blur, but she ignored it, as best as she could. "Even if the world is full of pain and suffering… it's the world we live in. It's where I fell in love. I can't just hand it to you. To any of you. Legend or not, we'll break through!"

"Good. I wouldn't like having enemies that didn't challenge me…" Max trembled with the ice on his appendages. He roared, stingers popping all around his body, while he was surrounded by a dark green glow. "That being said… I hate idealistic types like you! So here's a small dose of reality!"

Meggie cringed, watching Max spin his body around, forming a weird ball of stingers, and ramming into her. She fell on the sandy ground, but her opponent continued to roll on top of her.


On another side of the beach, Dex was rushing in like a torpedo, or a jet, made of water. The Marowak didn't seem to be bothered by the attack, and simply dodged by moving to the side.

"A brute. I wonder if mister Williams would have allowed you to join him had he remained with you all." Scar stated, folding his arms behind his back. "Oh, my apologies. I might have made things a little too hard for you. It should be more manageable, no?"

Dex snarled. That guy was making fun of him! He went for a punch, but Scar moved out of the way. Then, Dex flicked his tails, hardening them like iron, and Scar once again dodged it.

"Hm. You appear to use force more than anything else. Do you even possess a brain? Are you sure your motor functions are working well?" Scar tilted his head. He was, like usual, calm. "If they are not, perhaps it might be a good idea to search for a doctor. I heard Bright Dawn has good ones."

"Oh, ye damn bag o' bones!" Dex snarled again. "Flay yer shriveled tongue!"

"My, my. When strength alone does not help, you try to use words?" Scar, this time, let an amused laugh. "I believe that flaying my shriveled tongue means that you wish for me to shut up, yes?"

"Grrr... I ain't got the time fer dumb shit like that!" Dex went in for another punch, followed by another, quickly picking up pace. They were dodged, of course, but Dex had a plan! Or… part of it. It was a work in progress.

Scar was dodging the punches, even if he didn't need to, they were regular, fighting punches. Would simply phase through him without any issue. But it was about the presentation. If this brute thought he had what it took to fight him, then it was Scar's job to show how wrong he was.

He finally managed to block a punch with a hand, a shockwave spreading sand behind them both.

"Is that all you have? You cannot be a hero if you fail to defeat me."

Dex grinned. He had it! Scar was right where he wanted! The Floatzel turned back, slapping his iron-hard tails on the ground. Sand was raised, launched towards Scar. Due to the latter's distraction, he failed to dodge, and the sand managed to hit him on the eyes.

"Fool!" Scar stumbled back, rubbing the sands off of his eyes. Something he needed to do fast. Or—

"EAT. SHIT!" Dex cloaked his body in water once more, and finally managed to land a hit on Scar, the speed and power of this attack finally sending the Marowak back, rolling across the sand and only making more of it stuck on his eyes.

The Floatzel groaned, after hitting Scar, a creeping sense of dread made its way up his spine. For some reason, Dex didn't want to use that water attack again.

He watched Scar stand up, a burst of green flames all around him, and broken glass on his sides.


Lance clicked his looplet in place, and looked at Lilith, who only grinned back at him.

"Mega evolution… my body has grown used to it over these last months. What about yours?" Lance glared at her, but managed a faint smile. Because he already knew the answer.

"It's the next level." Lilith tapped the emera once more, feeling the rush of energy change her body. "And even if I'm not used to it… I can still stand a chance against you."

"Good answer." Lance tapped his emera as well, a purple light enveloping him.

They both exchanged piercing looks, and disappeared in a flash, sand rising in the air. Their arms connected, not budging.

To them, it was something else. Their speed was unmatched to anybody but them. Lance created another club, and parried forward, Lilith bobbing her head to dodge… and then kicking the Lucario's stomach.

"Tch. Not bad." Lance prepared an aura sphere, using their proximity to ensure higher damage, firing it at her. Lilith was grazed, and the area where it hit had smoke coming out of it, but she wasn't taken aback as much as he had hoped.

Lilith only jumped further, this time, using a punch, cloaked in dark energy. Lance only smirked in response, his skin and fur hardening like iron, allowing him to tank the attack without any visible damage.

"Hmph." Lance slapped her with the club, and as Lilith was hit, he launched another sphere, the combined attacks causing her to scream in pain. But he wasn't done. Lance rushed in, his speed picking up again, and landed another sphere.

"Wah!"

Lilith fell back on the sand, groaning. Lance simply put the club on top of her, touching her neck.

"Any movement and I'll—"

"Oh wow, you're really a killer, eh?" Lilith grinned. Being bested in battle meant she had to use a different strategy entirely. "And here I thought you'd be turning over a new leaf. Guess ya fooled your friends."

Lance's ears twitched. "I am not killing you. I'll say this again. I don't want to fight any—"

His entire world was in pain as Lilith kicked him down below once again.

"Bah! Here's the thing, I do wanna fight ya! And win!" Lilith kicked him on the stomach, and then kicked the ground, bouncing into the sky.

"D-Damn it…" Lance panted, on his knees once more, and looked at the sky. She was already getting close… but he could still use that.

He roared, launching another sphere at Lilith when she got close enough, and she fell in front of him. Lance groaned, slowly standing up. "I… I'm done trying to find meaning in this. All I want is to defeat you, all of you, and secure a better tomorrow. I'm done being your puppet."

Lilith stood up as well, smiling.

They both charged at each other.


Another set of flames was launched, this time at Max, bringing him back and preventing Meggie from being hurt any further. Brian rushed to her side, handing her an oran berry. "S-Sorry for taking so long! This place's a mess, even more than when we were here the last time…"

"Took you long enough." Meggie chomped the oran, panting. She looked at Max and frowned. "Wanna be a power couple and defeat that guy?"

"We're only dating for a few hours, at most, and you already want us to fight together?" Brian chuckled. "Well, can't say I don't like the idea. Let's do it!"

Max stood up, the stingers retracting back into him. "Awww… you guys are so disgustingly sweet I feel like vomiting."

More sparks flew out of his fist. "But, y'know… I really don't have the time to be fighting… huh?"

He blinked. The two lovers were gone. An illusion, no doubt. Max groaned. His immediate response was to look at the sand, for footsteps. Much to his surprise, he didn't see any. So where were they—

A powerful ball of ghost energy to his face gave him the answer. Max watched as the illusion faded, Brian right in front of him.

Just what he needed. Max closed another fist and uppercut Brian into the sky, his arm as hard as a hammer.

Brian was knocked back, but Meggie caught him before he fell. The illusion on her had disappeared as well.

"Alright. You two aren't as bad as I thought…" Max smiled. Still, with all this sand, it'll be hard to do that thunder wave trick I did with the Floatzel.

"Meggie… throw me at him! Spin, and throw!" Brian said, clenching his teeth.

She nodded, raising him in the air and spinning both of them around, before launching Brian at Max, the Zoroark's mouth opened and unleashing a powerful pink beam of psychic energy.

Extra— Max was hit by it, wincing from pain. It wasn't over, though, as Brian then slashed away with a blade of dark energy, sending his opponent further back.

"Meggie! Your turn!"

Once again, she nodded, rushing in with her set of claws. Max, watching her get closer, roared, sinking his antennae into her and unleashing another wave of electricity. Meggie fell to the ground, sparks around her body.

"That… was so much harder than it needed to be." Max panted. "If only… if only you gave up already!"

Brian shook his head. "Never. Never will I—"

Max landed another punch at him, sending Brian back. The Electivire roared, stingers popping out again, and rolled, like a steamroller, ramming into Brian, causing his opponent to scream in pain, and soon enough, Max stopped, panting, and falling to his knees.

Both of his enemies were dealt with, and a chill ran down his spine, right as Max saw more crystal tentacles slinking out of the sand.

"H-Heh. Now… now we just need to handle the mutt."


Lance was knocked back from another kick by Lilith, who simply motioned for him to get closer, waving her fingers. "Not bad, but not good either, Percy!"

Dex, meanwhile, was trying to hit Scar, and was almost on his way to… when another tentacle sprouted, wrapping him in it. "What the 'ell? Get off of me, ye disgusting thing!"

Scar clapped his hands, walking closer to Lance. Two more tentacles appeared, trapping Brian and Meggie. It made Scar smile.

"Ah. As you can see… your friends have been defeated. I believe we can now continue to the next step." Scar kept smiling. "This fight is over. It is best for you to stand down. You shall be a sacrifice for the greater good, willing or not."

Max was charging electricity again, and Lilith prepared another kick. Lance was surrounded by enemies… former allies, turned enemies. If only he noticed it sooner.

No! I don't have the luxury to think about the past now! I can still fight! Lance stood up, charging another sphere. "What part of not giving up don't you understand?! I—"

Lance coughed up blood as a tentacle stabbed him through the arm, then wrapped him in it. It was glowing, sapping away at his energy. Lance screamed, his mega evolution canceled.

"Thank you, my Lord." Scar added. "I truly did not believe they would be so hard to fight, but alas. We now have everything we need."

He tossed the crown at Lilith, who caught it right away. "Yeah, we got everything set up!"

"Monsters… all of you…" Lance grimaced, trying to escape the tentacle, but he had no energy to do that.

"Sometimes what the world needs is a monster, mister Williams." Scar shook his head, then looked at the forest behind them. So close… he could feel it. "My Lord, can you take him with us? I have the feeling that if you let him go, he will attempt to escape again."

"Lance…!" Brian screamed, trying to muster the energy to slash his prison away. "Lance! Please! Please! Everything's gonna be fine, r-right? You have a plan, don't you?! You always have a plan!"

Lance whined. Not this time. This time… he had no plan. Nothing. He could hardly move, and the tentacle was the one doing that, moving him closer to Scar.

"No words? Not a single quip? Something to try and persuade me?" Scar laughed. As loud as possible. "I won! I will have what I want! I finally… won."

Lance took a final look at his friends, with tears in his eyes. He finally had them back, old and new, and now… they were being taken away from him. What came next… he wasn't sure what it was, but it couldn't be anything good. Sacrifice… or a puppet. Either option was bad.

They were drifting away, further away from him each second that passed. Lance tried to extend a hand and reach out, but even that took too much effort.

Scar and his allies entered the forest.


There it was again. The forest he was in months ago, and it hadn't changed one bit. Lance still saw dead trees, roots everywhere, some of which turned into dust. At least this time, there weren't any hallucinations to be had. He hoped.

Scar looked around, but the path ahead was straightforward. All he needed to do was to keep going north.

"I… I'm asking this again, Scar. Don't you care about the world?"

"Stop it," he snarled back at him. "My life is pointless without them. And the world… Well, the world took them from me. Why should I care?"

It's the right thing to do. Lance thought. He didn't know that anymore, but holding on to that mentality was all he could do. Even if the world hurt him, protecting it was what a hero should do.

…If only he was a hero instead of a monster. Lance, once again, tried to free himself from the tentacles, but the more he struggled, the weaker he got. They were sucking away his energy.

"This guy just doesn't stop trying, does he?" Max scratched the back of his head. "Can we knock some sense into him, or…?"

"No." Scar sighed. As much as he wanted to… Lance had to be kept alive. "He needs to be in good condition for our Lord."

Dread crept up Lance's spine. Each word Scar said filled him with more dread. Tears fell again. "Scar! You monster! You don't belong here! I should never have trusted you!"

To that, he only smiled in return. "And now… you will suffer the consequences."


Eventually, the four arrived at the center of the forest. Scar bowed, sticking his club on the ground. Lilith did the same action, but not before putting a bracelet similar to Scar's, and clicking the Darkinium-Z in place. It seemed Max had done something similar, but with Buginium-Z.

In front of them stood a large, black crystal, where the tentacles were sprouting from. It glowed with power, and the noise it released was not so different from a laugh.

Lance only watched it in shock, remembering the chat he had with Necrozma the first time they were there. The things he said… were they to set him on this path?

Scar stood up. "My Lord. We are gathered here to fulfill what you asked us to do. To set you free from the shackles that bind you, so the world can be saved."

All they heard was the crystal glowing more, chuckling. "I sense it. The Lucario, is it? My vessel?"

"I'm not… not your ve—" Lance screamed, the tentacle wrapping him tighter, and moving him in front of Scar, between him and the crystal.

"You may start. Channel your powers, your spirits through the z-crystals, and set me free!"

Lance groaned again, once more, trying to escape his fate. A fate he never asked for, never wanted. A fate without his friends in it. And without himself.


Scar didn't need to be told twice, raising an arm up and taking a deep breath. A purple and red aura surrounded him, and he took aim, directly at the crystal.

Max did the same, with a closed fist. Stingers sprouted on him, along with a dark green glow. Lilith was the final person to do it, snapping a finger and aiming at the crystal. Her body glowed black.

"You are our Messiah." Scar stated solemnly. Energy poured out of the crystal, and into Necrozma's prison. "You are our Salvation. We dedicate our lives to you, and only to you. So that you may fulfill our desires."

Max closed his eyes. His stone was doing the same as Scar's. "To have knowledge is to have power. May you bring us power, and the strength to change our world."

"Everlasting light. Oh, the Blinding One, hear our prayers and come back to us once more." Lilith exhaled slowly. "To bathe the world in your light! To share your essence is our destiny, to help you conquer all is our dream."

Three beams of energy were launched at the crystal, conjoined together as one. Necrozma began to laugh louder and harder, the walls of his prison shattering little by little. A bright flash was launched into the sky, instantly covering the area with dark clouds, and with the occasional thunder.

Lance clenched his fist, and trembled. He never trembled so much in his life. It was so hard to breathe. Everything around him was so loud and estimulating, he didn't know what to do. Or what he could do to save himself. And his friends. More tears fell, streaming constantly like a waterfall.

Why was it so overwhelming? Lance fought many others before, he won so many times before, so why couldn't he do it now, when everything was at stake? Himself, the world—it was all going to be over if he didn't do anything about it. But what was the point? It was over anyway. The earth shook, the tentacles retreated back into the crystal, but Lance didn't try to escape this time. He found himself paralyzed. Out of fear… or out of energy. Which one, he didn't know.

Another crack spread across the crystal, and bits of it began falling off the ground. Lance could see a single hand—prismatic, crystalline, and black. With claws so sharp they could tear through… he didn't want to know the answer.

Finally, a large chunk of the crystal shattered, spreading bits of it everywhere, revealing another part of a face. A horrid face, with triangles for an eye. They were yellow, purple and blue. It all formed a single "eye".

A creature, the creature they were all looking for, flew out of the prison, screeching loudly. Lance instinctively closed his eyes, screaming back. Scar looked in awe, his mouth opened for a gasp to come out.

Words could not describe how beautiful Necrozma was. His body shone with every color of the rainbow, reflecting light off into everywhere around them. They were shiny and powerful, wherever they were cast, grass sprouted.

Necrozma continued to roar, shaking the very earth itself. His head was raised, and just as Lance opened his eyes again, Necrozma lowered it, meeting the Lucario's gaze at him.

"What… is that thing?!"

Necrozma finally calmed down, chuckling to himself. He flexed a few fingers, to test how much he could move, then inhaled, taking in the light. Oh, the light he so desperately craved. The source of his life…

"I have had many names." Necrozma replied. "Blinding One. The Destroyer of Worlds. But for them… I am a Messiah. My name is Necrozma."

Lance saw that thing, how its body was so amorphous, yet perfectly built. And the aura…

The aura was overwhelming. If Lance tried to escape again, he'd notice just how hopelessly outclassed he was. Even a single flicker of Necrozma's hand made the Lucario wince.


"He is my vessel, correct?" He eyed Scar, his most faithful servant.

"Indeed, he is, my Lord." Scar bowed again, lowering his head.

"Perfect! I was not expecting a Lucario, of all things, but…" Necrozma flicked a finger, lifting Lance up and bringing him face to face with himself. "Well… Lance, is it? Thank you for being such a good boy. Don't you want to be a good boy? To help the world?"

Lance opened his mouth to reply, but was met by a tap on the head by Necrozma.

"You do not need to reply. It's only you and me… Lance. You're safe with me. And I'll grant you power. We will be bonded forever."

"W-What… what are you talking about?! I never asked—"

"Shhhh." Necrozma shushed Lance with a claw covering the Lucario's snout. "Good boys don't reply. They do what they're told."

Another shiver. Lance panted, looking down below. He was being lifted by Necrozma's will alone. Some sort of telekinesis, he figured. With a wince, Lance closed his eyes. Being so close to that aura was making everything far, far worse than necessary.

"Good, good. Now… now, now, now. Whatever will I do with you, hm?" Necrozma looked to the side, chuckling. Lance knew it was a chuckle, even if he didn't have a mouth. "I checked your mind, long ago. I saw your struggles, your victories, and the secrets you kept. I saw everything, Lance! I know what you want… you want to make the world a better place, don't you? So you and your friends can live in peace, protecting those that can't."

Lance couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I'm doing this with my own power—"

"Nah, ah, ah!" Necrozma shushed him again. "Mortals are weak and pathetic. I am so, so much more. And now with me in you? With us bonding… you too, can have the power of a god, Lance! Together! Our souls will bond forever… I will be you, and you will be me…"

Lance tried another attempt at freeing himself. And cried. Necrozma laughed away, clutching Lance's head with his claws, covering it entirely.


Where was he? Lance saw himself alone in the forest, no signs of Scar and his goons. Just… him. No, no… that aura was still there. Necrozma was still there—

"Ah… my apologies. Haven't you heard? Your light… it is mine. It is my birthright! And I shall take it."

It was in front of him. Necrozma… that creature his friends spent so much time trying to prevent from being reborn. And it was right there. Lance trembled back, forging a bone club, but his paw was shaky, forcing him to hold the makeshift weapon with both arms.

They still shook. Everything about that thing made him shake. And somewhere, some part of his brain told him to escape, to run away, and leave everyone behind.

Lance couldn't do it. Abandon his friends like this? Not a chance. And besides… maybe he could fight that creature off. Maybe he could win.

"I can sense your thoughts. I hear them, oh I hear them. Every. Single. One. Every drop, every bit of yourself… I can taste them!" Necrozma laughed. He didn't have a mouth, but Lance heard it. Right down to his very soul. Necrozma was everywhere.

"I-I… I will fight. I will fight. For the sake of—"

"Oh? Oh, oh! You actually believe you stand a chance!" Another laugh, and Necrozma circled around the Lucario. He was enormous, and his movements cast a humongous shadow around Lance. "No, no, no! Hilarious, incredibly hilarious! Let me tell you the truth, you poor, poor thing… You have no chance. From the moment I was free, you—"

Necrozma vanished. Not a single trace was left of him. Lance fell to his knees, giving in. His sensors were twitching around, but they picked up nothing. Nothing at all. For all intents and purposes… Lance was alone.

That was wrong. Necrozma was still there. He'd return and do something every second now. His heart skipped a beat, and another—just how many of them could it skip?!

"I… I'm not scared of you! I'm me! You're not… you're nothing! Just a husk, a chunk of crystals!"

"Am I?"

A large hand covered Lance's entire stomach, and he shivered, frozen like a statue. His eyes darted to the hand, to that rough and hard sensation on his chest, and saw the creature's arms. He had him in his grasp.

"I'm… I-I'm… I'm not giving up. I can't—I won't!"

"Oh, you won't? That is admirable. Heroic, even. To stare at the abyss, knowing it will stare back at you." Necrozma let a piercing laugh, Lance feeling it deep inside his soul.

"But tell me, Lance… don't you want power? If you had power, you could save all the lives in the world. You could do anything! Just think of the possibilities! You could save the entire world! Change the rules! Make your own!"

"Power…?" Lance panted. The club in his possession dissipated into the air, and for that tiny amount of time, for a fraction of a second—he considered it. To have the power of a god… in the palm of his hand. The power to change the fate of the world.

Could he accept it? Could he really?


No, he couldn't.

"I… refuse. Power is only good to destroy." Lance said. He was shaking again. Never stopping. All he could count on was his own willpower.

At that moment, there was nothing. Lance found himself nowhere. Not near any dead trees, or dead grass… it was a black void, but the ground beneath him almost looked watery, enough that he could see his own reflection.

If only it was his. Necrozma stared back at him, smiling. How was he smiling? The mouthless creature suddenly unhinged its jaw, rows of sharp teeth popping out of it.

"I know." Necrozma said, his grin spreading further than it should be possible. And then some. "Oh, I know just about everything! I took a peek at that little soul of yours… and I saw your light. It looks so bright, so shiny… so prime for takin'! I want it. Will you give it to me? It is what I desire. And what I deserve."

His light? Lance didn't even know what that meant. But he wasn't agreeing on something like that. "No."

"Tsc, tsc." Necrozma shook his head, disapproving. His jagged smile remained. "Y'know, I was doing this whether you wanted to or not. In fact, I already started. See… the moment I touched you, you were long gone. And now… now your body, your light… It belongs to me. Me, and only me!"

"You won't—"

Necrozma burst out of the water, his body taking a more gaseous state as he flew, entering inside Lance through the Lucario's nostrils and mouth.







Nothing happened… until Lance screamed, sticking his claws on the watery ground. He roared in a voice that was his, and wasn't at the same time, a distorted, primal and crystalline voice. His insides were burning out, and he sweated through every possible pore he had.

Yet, he was brimming with power. A powerful aura enveloped him. Purple, much like his own. A second aura appeared, this one pure black, and much more polygonal.

Lance screamed again, his arms shaking. With enough effort, he managed to look, and found out he had no energy to gasp at what he saw. At his fur decaying and rotting away, replaced by a chunk of crystal, one that was growing larger and thicker than his own harm.

"W-What's… what's happening to me?!"

I am turning you into my vessel. Necrozma replied. It was inside Lance's head this time, and that voice permeated through his entire self. I need some space, and you need to stay put in your little cage… my precious puppet on a string!

Lance screamed, the spike on his arm replaced by one made of crystals, and by now both his arms were overtaken by that same texture. Another jolt of pain stung, this time on his legs.

He didn't see them, but he could feel it. Bones cracking, popping, rearranging themselves to fit someone that wasn't—was him. It was him. He was Necrozma. He was always Necrozma. Lance was never real. And even if he once was… he wasn't anymore.

The sparks intensified, two of his aura sensors rearranging to the same crystal as the other ones he saw.

Just stay still! The more you resist, the harder it'll be for you! Just be QUIET!

"I'm not… I'm not staying quiet! I'll fight to the bitter end! I'll give everything I can to stop—to make this happen!"

Lance roared, punching the ground, or what he thought was the ground. His roars shook the water like a tsunami of emotions, as he let everything out. He panted.

And it all went quiet. He didn't hear Necrozma, or feel his presence anywhere. Was Lance alone…? He certainly felt that way. That was it? He was free. Free from whatever Lance wanted to do to prevent this.

"Ah. I figured giving you false hope would be so, so delightful… and I was right."


There was no escaping now, not when it was this close. Necrozma was so close to getting his body back. Bonding with Lance's soul… it assured him that they would remain that way forever.

A mask appeared in front of him, made of the same material as the rest of his body. Necrozma could sense his transformation was coming to an end, Lance was coming to an end.

This was a fact that was bittersweet. And at the same time, so exciting. He had a new body, a more powerful body! One to implement all his ideas of justice.
Then, Lance roared again. Finally appearing once more, he tried to rip off the parts of himself, but how would that be possible? It would only hurt him. Necrozma knew it.

Lance panted, watching the mask come closer. His tears rolled down, but his face had a wicked smile, a smile that was all his own.

"I'm not… I won't be a puppet to you! I'm me! I'm me! I'm Necrozma!"

The mask injected itself to his face, clicking into place. A triangle with a spectrum of colors appeared right at the center, and two holes shaped for his eyes glowed red. It signified the end. It could only mean one thing…

…Lance was gone.


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A/N: Hey all. Just wanted to let all of you know this will be the last chapter!

...For a while. I'm taking a break. Writing so much in such a short amount of time was very draining. Didn't want to burnout, so it might be a while before I continue the story. For now, enjoy~
 
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Special Episode 4 - Interlude

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Special Episode 4 - Interlude

"I can find out. Things are no longer like they were nine years ago. We can locate him."

"Are you sure, dad?"

"I give you my word. Both as an explorer and as your father. Besides, we both know how tough Lance is. He's okay. I just know it."


Nick promised Brian to help find his brother, and it had only been a day, two at most, since Brian mentioned what happened with Lance. Of course, maybe things were okay, and all Lance did was shift teams.

However, a part of him wondered if there was something else to it. Nick attributed this to instinct, a hunch that Brian didn't know the entire story. And as a father, he felt it was in his right to find out, to get to the bottom of that.

To do so, he entered the team base, his team base, the one he created in Bright Dawn. After greeting some onlookers, Nick walked towards the receptionist.

A Mawile waited, talking to an Igglybuff, and after signing something on her notebook, let the tiny Pokémon walk away. Nick flashed a smile—this was likely another team being registered.

After all these years… it almost takes me back. So many adventures. Nick continued to smile, now right next to Mawile, flashing his smile at her. "Good morning, I would like to make a phone call."

Mawile looked at him and slowly nodded, pointing at the wired phone next to her, and eyed the badge on the Lucario's black scarf. "Of course, sir. Mister Nicholas, right?"

"That I am," he replied, dialing a number on the phone. "It's intercontinental, but don't worry, I'll pay for it."

"As you wish."

Nick continued to dial the number, putting the phone around one of his ears, and waiting for the receiver to pick up. C'mon, Liz… I know you're a busy lady, but for once, pick up!

Seconds passed, but the one he wanted to call answered. "Hello?"

It was a feminine voice. Nick knew very well who it was, his tail twitching somewhat. "Liz, it's me, Nick."

"Nick?!" Liz practically shouted, then began to laugh. "It is you! How long has it been…?"

"Long enough." Nick sighed. "Listen, I would love nothing more than to catch up with you, but I called because—"

"You need my help. Of course you do." Liz replied, monotone. "Hm… well, I am busy, but I always have some time for an old friend. Tell me, what is bothering you now?"

"Brian. He asked me to—well, I said I was gonna find Lance. Things got out of hand and they separated. I'm sure Lance's fine, but just in case he isn't…"

"You want me to gather information on him? I am at the Air Continent, Nick. I am unsure if I will be of any help."

Nick frowned, shaking his head, despite Liz not being there physically. "Brian told me about this Marowak, I believe his name is Scar. Can you try to find any intel on him?"

"A Marowak." Liz grimaced. "Ground or ghost?"

"Ghost, I believe."

"Fair enough. A ghost Marowak, named Scar… alright, Nick. I will see what I can find."

"Thank you, Liz."


Nick breathed in; until now, he wasn't sure if something really did happen with his son, but the possibility still loomed, and asking for help made it a little easier to deal with, regardless of results.

"And… while we're here, I wanted to ask how you're doing. Is Onyx well?"

"More than well," she replied. "Our jobs are keeping us busy, but we are planning a getaway relatively soon. Though… I suppose we should delay it, since I am helping you right now."

"Is that so?" A whine. "...Well, I can try finding out on my own, but—"

"Do not start it." Liz said, shutting him up. "We are friends, and helping you is no issue at all."

"Hm… if you say so." Nick sighed in relief. "As for me, things are going just fine. I've also heard from Shiron that he's talking about adopting."

"Adopting? Those two lugs?" Liz couldn't help but chuckle. "Now that is something I wish to see. But they make each other happy, and of course, I feel the exact same way."

"Yeah." Nick stopped talking to see Mawile, who was trying to listen to their conversation, covering her head with the notebook. This is what I get for relying on a public phone from the guild.

"Nick? Are you still there?"

"Hm? Right, yeah, I am," he cleared his throat. "Back to business. I'm not sure what's the deal with this Marowak. Apparently, he helped them deal with Morgan a while ago."

"Perhaps… this Marowak used this as a way to make Lance trust him?"

"I'm not sure, but it could be it." Nick bit a lip. "Something to keep in mind, then. I do wish Lance could have talked to me about this… I would've helped right away."

"It is important for him to grow as a person on his own, Nick." Liz added, sounding as stern as usual. "However… I do think your assistance could be useful. But what is the point of looking back at the past? All we can do is move forward."

Nick took that in consideration, closing his eyes. "Always."

"Very good. You understand it." Liz said. "And… well, I will see if I can contact Z to help you as well. With so many of us working together, I am sure we can reach him."

"That's what I hope…"

Nick put down the phone, grimacing. It was decided long ago, but he knew better now. He had to do everything in his power to help his sons.

It's what you'd want, right, Audrey? Me taking care of them, because you couldn't. Nick frowned, clutching his fist. I try my best, and sometimes it's not enough. But I'll keep on trying, now and forever.

He turned back to Mawile, waving her goodbye, and left the building.


And once he was out, the first thing on his sights was his Swampert friend, Shiron, waiting for him with crossed arms, the wind blowing on his scarf.

"Hey."

"Hey," Nick answered back, waving as he approached his friend and teammate. "Just got out of the phone with Liz, she's gonna help us too."

"Oh, huh? Figured that was gonna be your plan." Shiron rubbed the back of his head. "That's good, honestly. We can always count on our friends, right?"

"Right. And you? What'd you find?"

"After talking with Meggie for a bit, I checked with the police, because she told me they first found the Marowak—"err, not exactly the Marowak, she found a Lopunny, and said Lopunny led them to him."

Nick raised a brow, letting his friend continue uninterrupted.

"They met at the guild, and made an alliance. Meg also told me she heard Scar mention the God he worshiped, and… I'll be honest, I don't recognize the name."

"Well, hit me with it. I might know." Nick rolled his eyes. "...No promises, though."

Shiron nodded. "This creature named Necrozma. That's who he worshiped. Which is fine and all, I don't judge anyone's religion. She also told me where he lives, and… you won't like it."

To that, the Lucario's brow only got further raised. It brought a lot of questions, and a lot of mental flashbacks to places he wasn't welcomed. There were quite a few, some better than others, some because of criminal activity.

"Go on."

This time, Shiron sighed, shaking his head from left to right. "It's Cydonia."

Nick stared at him, only muttering one thing. "Fuck."

Shiron had a similar reaction, smiling sheepishly and fiddling with his fingers. "Yeeeeah. Cydonia. Crazy of a coincidence, right?"

"Too much of a coincidence, to be honest." Nick groaned. "I don't want to come back there, and we don't know for sure that Lance is with him, they could be traveling for all we know."

"Also true." Shiron looked away, distant. "And after what happened with Terry—"

"We don't talk about that, we hurt our friend. Liz might be taking care of him now, but it still happened."

Shiron glared, suddenly looking more serious. "You know I don't like you blaming yourself for that."

"And I know you're gonna do the same thing. So…"

"So we change the subject." Shiron said. "Good?"

"Good."

Nick paused. "Anyway… we're not banned from Cydonia, but I think it'll be hard for us to go anyway."

"Probably." Shiron agreed, rubbing his chin. "First, we should eliminate other options. Meaning we oughta know more about this Scar guy."

He blinked. "...That can't be his real name, can it?"

Nick shrugged. "Hey, it's not like Onyx, is it?"

"Heh. Guess not." Shiron snorted. "Alright, so Liz is gonna try to search about Scar. What's your plan?"

"I wanna know more about what he does in Cydonia. Call it aura shit, but I have the feeling something's up."

"Agreed." Shiron didn't need aura sense for that. "So let's move on to the next step."

"We should be ready to travel, as soon as we get the info we need. And you should tell Magnus—"

"That we're leaving soon? Knew it." Shiron groaned. "Don't like spending so much time away… but that just makes reunions more special."


This time it was Shiron that used a public phone booth, a little close to the guild's entrance. He dialed the number for his own house, and waited for someone to answer.

Nick watched it from far away, chuckling slightly.

Eventually, someone picked up. "Hello?"

"H-Heya, Cupcake." Shiron said.

"Hm? Oh hey, hi Shiron!" Magnus replied, and the Swampert managed to hear laughter. "Whoa, if you took the time to call, things must be going well, right?"

"Y-Yes." Shiron gulped. So many years and his husband still made him a flustered mess. "...But I do wanna say I'm gonna take a while to come back, Nick and I got roped into some stuff."

Magnus let him speak… before replying. "Not the fun type of ropes?"

"N-No!" Shiron shouted, face turning red. From afar, he heard Nick laughing. "We're investigating s-someone. And trying to find his kid. Y'know, the usual stuff."

"Ah. That's alright. And by a while, you mean…?"

"A while, while." Shiron answered. "I dunno the exact amount of time, but it'll be long. Just wanted to tell you that… unless you want me to go back? Nick's a grown adult, he can take care of this."

"Nah. You go. I'll treat you to some good food. Cake?"

Unknowingly, Shiron began to drool. "Cake. Thanks, Cupcake. H-Heh."

Magnus laughed in return. "Don't take too long. I might get jealous, alright? With how much time you spend with Nick."

"...He's not my type, anyway."

Shiron heard a distant "hey", but ignored it, only smiling in return. "I'll try my best to come back soon."

"That's the spirit, honey. I hope you can find him."

"And I'll be waiting for the cake!"

"Bye~"

"B-Bye…" Shiron put the phone back in its place, panting. His face was still very much red.

"So… you got the hubby's permission?"

"Indeed I do." Shiron rubbed the back of his head. "We're gonna get to the bottom of this."

Nick couldn't agree more, and offered a fist for Shiron to bump. "Thanks. It's great to have you as my friend."

"Gee, I wonder where that came from." Shiron chuckled, bumping fists with the Lucario. "...But we should get some rest, and start tomorrow. Hotel?"

"Hotel, or we can stay in the guild's dorms."

"True."

Nick nodded, turning to face the building. "I want to believe there's nothing wrong here, but—"

"Aura shit." Shiron tapped his friend on the back. "I know you long enough. Remember when you couldn't do it?"

"Like it was yesterday." Nick grimaced. "But times change, and so do we."

"We'll figure something out." Shiron shrugged, and began to walk, Nick following behind him. "We better. And like you mentioned a while ago, your kids are tough."


That was a week ago, Nick remembered well. Since then, he eagerly awaited for the news he wanted and needed.

By this point, he hadn't left the city, but also didn't meet that much with Brian. It seemed the Zoroark was always busy with a project or two.

At least, that was what he told everyone. But Nick? He knew better. He knew that was Brian's way of coping with his problems, and Nick decided he had enough of that and made his way to the building they lived in. He was about to enter, when he heard footsteps, four—a quadruped, maybe—coming from behind him.

"Oh, hello La—wait a minute…"

It was an Arcanine, wearing a police badge around his fluff. He sniffed the air and tilted his head. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"Hey." Nick blinked. An Arcanine… that knew his kid. Come to think of it, Brian mentioned it. "Apollo, right?"

"Apollo, yes." The rather large canine sat on all fours, chuckling slightly. "Sorry, I was going to check in on Lance, and you looked familiar. Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I'm his father." Nick stated, not bothering to laugh or chuckle or anything. It was just a matter of fact. "They told me all about you. A friend, right?"

Apollo's tail wagged. "Mhm! Their friend. We worked together on a few cases here and there, and I've heard from his teammates that Brian was shirking work, so I wanted to take a look… see if I could help him."

"The issue he's having is a little… rough. But if you can do anything, be my guest." Nick finally smiled. "We're trying to find his brother. This time, he hasn't been kidnapped, but—"

"I'm sorry, this time?!" Apollo barked. "He was kidnapped before?!"

"...Sadly, yes. This time he's just leaving the team, but my instincts tell me there's something else about it."

"Huh." Apollo's ears flopped down. "I wish I knew… didn't even consider that. Can I do anything?"

Hearing that, Nick started coming up with something that Apollo could be useful at. He hardly knew the guy, but it was obvious both of his kids trusted him with lots of things. Emotional support could very well be one of them.

"I'm leaving soon, to meet up with an old friend. Could you visit Brian, and… be there for him? Just to talk, be someone he needs."

Apollo didn't hesitate. "Yes. Of course I can. The kid's got a bright future ahead of him, and I'd love to help ease any worries he has."

Nick smiled. "Good to hear. I'm happy to know he's in your hands—paws."

During that moment, Nick flashed a goofy smile. One he hadn't done in a long, long time. It had been so long that doing so hurt.

"Ha. Very funny." Apollo chuckled as well, tail still swishing, and his ears flopped back up. "I forgot one thing… what's your name?"

A simple answer. "Nick."

"Well, a pleasure to help you, Nick." Apollo barked, stuffing his chest out proudly.

"If you'll excuse me… I'm going to check on the guild, I'm waiting for a call from one of my friends."

Nick nodded, and walked off.


A few more minutes walking around the city, and Nick managed to get to the building.

His heart thumped, though Nick wasn't sure why. All he could do was hope for good news, for once.

This time, once he got inside, Mawile was waving at him, pointing at the phone.

Ah. Liz works fast, I have to admit. She always did.

Nick walked to the reception, picking up the phone.

"She hasn't called yet, has she?"

"No, sir."

"Figures." Nick groaned, dialing it again. "She better answer fast this time…"

And that was exactly the case. It only took a single ring before Liz was on the other side of the call. "Hello, Nick."

"Hey. What can you tell me about this?"

Liz released a sigh. "Too many things to talk about over the phone. I think we should meet in person."

Nick raised a brow. "Say what? It's been a while since we did that. I don't mind it, but where, pray tell? I can't exactly travel to Air in a day."

"Not like you are as fast as Z is." Liz chuckled. "Hm. I have just the thing. Do you still have the entercards?"

"I… think they're back home, but I do. You're suggesting—"

"I will use one to transport to Thornwell, and we will meet there. Does that sound good?"

…I told Shiron to warn his husband he wasn't coming over soon. Gah. At least they'll be reunited for a while. Nick grumbled. "Yeah, sounds good. It's not that large of a walk from here to Thornwell, I can get there in… say, a week? Maybe less."

"So we shall meet there in a week." Liz added. "I have also contacted Z. He is on his way."

"The gang's almost back together." Nick whistled. Minus Terry…

Liz had a similar thought, but felt better not to worry about it. She was practical, of course. "I believe he has more information for us. It is related to the creature this Scar worships."

"Really? Who knew having a legend as your friend would be this great…"

Liz chuckled. "Then… until we meet again?"

Nick almost wanted to keep talking, reminiscing about old times, old adventures, but he knew better than to do that.

"Until we meet again."

Now all Nick needed to do was give Shiron the news, maybe say goodbye to Brian, and head home. Three—two things, probably. All things considered, they were good news. They should feel like good news.

…Nick felt it was harder than it should be, by all means.

Gah. Worrying about this won't get me anywhere, I should just go and do it already.

Nick grimaced, waving goodbye to Mawile once again, turning back, and leaving from where he came from.


Another week passed, just enough for Nick and Shiron to make their way back home. They had gone through one particular road so long that it became natural to them. The trees surrounding them and the wind blowing on their backs was so nostalgic and familiar.

"Really takes you back, eh?" Shiron grinned, punching Nick's arm softly.

"It does. Also, ouch. Better watch your strength." Nick flailed around dramatically.

"Or maybe you're a twig."

"If that was the case, I wouldn't be in pain, would I? How's that four weakness treating you?"

Shiron puffed out his chest. "Considering Magnus, I'd rather call it a strength."

"Ah. 'Course you do."

Not long after, they passed through the sign indicating they were at their hometown's entrance.

"So, let's recap…" Shiron said. "I'll go talk with Magnus, obviously. And you're gonna…"

"Talk with Liz. Whatever she found out, she didn't want to tell me over the phone."

"So I've heard. Earth-shattering news?"

Nick shook his head. "...Maybe, maybe not. We'll have to see."

The two kept walking, even while talking. It was more efficient than standing around doing nothing. Of course, their arrival didn't go unnoticed. Some kids got out of their houses, looking at them in awe, or amazement. They were heroes, after all.

Shiron whistled, looking at the crowd slowly forming. "Y'know, I'm not sure I like this kinda attention. Too much for me."

"I'm fairly sure I heard Lance saying the same thing. All he wanted was to help others." Nick bit a lip. "Wherever he is, I know that's still his goal."

Shiron nodded, not finding words to reply with. Nick needed a moment or two, and Shiron… well, he had a husband to meet up with.

Also, I can shift all the attention to Nick. God knows I sometimes attract the wrong kind of attention. Shiron groaned, eyeing his friend. "I'm gonna go home—or the bakery actually. I'm really hungry. Anyway, can you handle this?"

"Don't worry about it. Go give him some of your attention, I'm sure he needs it." Nick winked at him, then looked at the crowd. It had gotten bigger in just a few seconds.

And Shiron already ran off, on all fours, to dodge the dreaded thing that was being famous.

Nick watched him run away with a light smile. He then turned his attention to the crowd nearby, or rather, to the sound of a Toxicroak, well, croaking, and hopping closer to him.

"Good afternoon!"

Afternoon? Nick looked up, the sky clear, with very few clouds, and the sun was moving to the west. Whoa. Took longer than I thought.

"Have you heard the news about Cydonia, sir?" Toxicroak asked, raising a notebook and a pen. "We've heard someone dethroned your old friend, the Tyrantrum!"

"What? But my friend is—" Nick stopped himself. It wasn't Terry, obviously, so it had to be his brother. "...Tell me more about it."

"They said a Lucario did it. Percival, I think?" Toxicroak began taking notes, croaking. "It was a shock! Happened just a few days ago."

Percival? Nick grimaced. "You aren't implying I know who this Percival is, are you? Not all Lucario know each other."

"N-No, sir."

Despite what he said, the name sounded familiar, somewhat. But Nick didn't have enough time on his plate for this. "I'm sorry, but I need to go, alright? I scheduled a meeting with a friend. Another friend."

Toxicroak stepped back, cheeks puffing. "Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting you."

"Don't mention it." Nick would just need to get to the bottom of this later.

For now, he had to meet up with Liz.


What better place to do that than their old HQ? That's what Nick had in mind as he climbed up the hill, with a smile on his face, and a twitching tail.

The air felt light and calm, nothing but a gentle breeze was present on that summer day. And this is where I'm thankful I didn't shed today. The ground would be full of fur.

Nick also took a moment to decide he had to visit his wife; if she wasn't busy with any patients. But after this matter was resolved. He continued to climb, but took a look down below every now and then.

"I see you are still as slow as ever." Said a familiar voice.

Nick turned his head up front, and chuckled at the sight.

Liz, a Roserade, grinned back at him, flicking her black cape. "Greetings. It is always a pleasure seeing you. I knew coming to the old base was the best idea."

"We think alike," he noted. "So… this place's pretty deserted."

He took a few more steps, and drooped his ears at what was left of their base. It had been demolished, once they built a better one. But still… the memories of that place were fresh in his head.

"It is." Liz had a frown on her face. "But that also makes it great for private talks. I assume that is what you want?"

Nick continued to laugh. "You're the one that said we should meet in person—or did you want to see me that badly?"

"I would rather let you be the judge of that," she grinned, walking closer to the rubble. "The good news is… I have found information."

"Just spill it already, will ya?"

"It appears as if Scar—hm, perhaps we should call him Asher, as that is his actual name. Scar is nothing but an alias." Liz eyed Nick, nodding. "Asher was a farmer, born in the Air Continent. He had a wife and a son. However…"

With how many sad backstories I've heard, I think I know the end to this one. Nick thought, but decided to let her finish.

"His land was full of natural resources. It got the attention of another farmer, one full of power and influence. As expected… he wanted what Asher had."

Hearing just that was enough for Nick to figure out the finer details. "Asher's family was killed because he refused to give the land."

"Bingo."

Nick crossed his arms, sighing. It was a common story to hear, but always a sad one.

I wonder if Scar told Lance this, to get him to empathize. But… my son knows better.

Nick shook his head. "Well, and what about Necrozma? Scar seems to worship him a great deal. But is it a normal kind of worship, or it like a cult—"

Thunder reverberated behind them, forcing Nick to look back as a flash of yellow lightning made its way up the hill.

"That, my friend, is what Zero is here to answer." Liz said.


"Z!"

Nick backed away, letting all the electricity dissipate. It did so with a flick of an arm of whoever was inside it, revealing a Zeraora, holding on to a western hat in a paw.

"Howdy." Zero said, putting the hat on. "Always nice to see y'all."

"Hello, Zero." Liz waved with one of her arms. "You know why I called you here."

Nick ran ahead, hugging the feline tightly. "Hah! As much of a show-off as usual, Z!"

"And you're still a mutt!" Zero chuckled, before returning the hug, and pulling away. "Yeah, yeah. Wanted more info on this Necrozma guy, right?"

"Correct." Liz then looked at Nick. "Zero might not be a full-fledged legend, but—"

"I'm good enough," the not-legend replied. "Most of my contacts, like Terrakion, don't know much about it either. The guy's more of a "protect the lil fella" than a deity, if ya get what I mean. But he did agree to help me search for it."

"Don't beat around the bush, Z." Nick rolled his eyes, watching the Zeraora rush in a flash of electricity, appearing next to Liz.

"Y'all know we can gift the common folk with our power. Even us… lesser legends, I guess." Zero shrugged. "...So, from what we gathered, Necrozma is considered deity-level. By that, I mean, he's strong as shit."

Nick groaned. He had a hunch that was the case, but hearing the confirmation was a good thing.

Liz nodded. "And… where is he?"

Zero stopped for a moment, shuddering. "See, that's the thing… we found some books talking about what happened to the guy. He's sealed."

"Sealed…?" Nick tilted his head. "Wait, is it like the cracks?"

"Hell no, we dealt with all of them, remember?" Zero shrugged. "See, Terrakion didn't know jackshit about this, so we went to his sis. She was more knowledgeable."

He paused, and then continued. "Apparently, thousands of years ago… there was a massive fight with all the higher legends. We don't know the full details, but something made Necrozma turn his back on them, and attack all his pantheon. He struck down the moon and the sun themselves. Taking away their power."

Nick and Liz watched him explain it, the Lucario feeling an ever growing sense of dread, a shiver on his spine, that there was something worse involved in all of this.

"Fight kept going, on and on, and they managed to seal Necrozma, using the power of plates—well, not plates, shards that came from said plates, each containing a type. In this case, they went with bug, dark, and ghost. Took 'em a long time, but they sealed him away."

"I don't like the sound of this." Nick stated, snarling. "If this Scar worshiped such an evil creature…"

"We have faced so many of these lunatics that worship what they should not." Liz added, looking at Nick. "I think I know what you are thinking. This Scar… he wants to bring Necrozma back."

Zero looked at them both, sighing.

"Sounds about right."

"If that's the case… I need to find Lance. As soon as possible." Nick's fur stood on its end, and his ears perked up. "Thank you for this."

Liz wasn't done. She closed her eyes, thinking. "...Very well, Nick. I will continue to help you. Zero?"

The Zeraora just nodded. "That's what friends do!"


"You're right." Nick pondered on what to do now. Many, many ideas were on his mind. But the biggest one out of all of them was what he decided to do. "I'm going to talk to Brian. I want to hear what he's going to do."

"And after hearing that, it will help us figure our next move, correct?" Liz asked, but she knew the answer.

"Sounds good enough for me." Zero gave them a thumbs up. "Now, if all y'all don't mind… I'm gonna grab something to eat."

And he zapped away into the city, leaving the other two behind. Nick scratched at the back of his head. "There he goes again."

"Hmph. We both know that is not what he plans on doing." Liz grumbled, pouting and puffing her cheeks.

"True." Nick chuckled at that. "I do need to talk with Brian. Can you wait for me at HQ?" The Lucario looked behind Liz, at the rubble. "The new one."

"I see no problems with it."

Nick started heading down the hill, with Liz behind. For now, at least. Until they went their separate ways.


The walk was lonely, and Nick knew that at this time of the day, his wife was at work, so he was all alone, even once he got inside the house.

"Alright, this shouldn't take too long."

Nick started calling, and much to his shock, Brian answered right away.

"Dad?"

"Brian." Nick replied, leaning against a wall. "Ah, good to see you replied. I need to—"

"Dad, I know where Lance is." Brian said. Nick heard a soft whine coming from his son's words.

"You do…?"

"I mean, I'm almost sure. 99%. Wait… 80%. I think."

There was an awkward pause.

"Have you heard the news? I think… think Lance's the one that did those things at the kingdom. Scar's with him, everything's going to hell, and I—"

"Brian."

Nick sounded stern. He paused. "...I found out more things, bad things. What're you going to do?"

"I'm gonna go there." Brian said, his voice louder. "Told Meg and Dex, we're preparing to travel."

"Wait, Brian. Wait…" Nick paused, better to listen to him, and what Brian wanted. "...Tell me more."

Brian took a deep breath. "I wanna see for myself what's going on. And… well, I'm not gonna let you stop me."

"Hah. Stop you." Nick only laughed. "I trust you, Brian. I'm doing some investigations myself. Let's do it like this: You go, but you keep me updated, alright? Letters, calls, whatever you can. I'll be sure to pick them up."

He heard Brian purr in happiness, and the smile on Nick's face grew. "Love you, kiddo."

"L-Love you too, dad."

With that, they both hang up. Nick sat on the sofa and sighed, covering his head with both paws.

"Lance… whatever you're doing, I hope you didn't dig yourself into a grave."
 
Dungeon 56 - Vessel

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 56 - Vessel

Complete.

That's what the power rushing through his veins made him feel, that was the sensation of freedom, of the wind blowing on his fur, of the gentle breeze, of everything.

His feelers twitched, picking up auras—a funny thing, he never knew this was how Lucario saw the world, how the melody of auras he could detect felt. Like waves washing over him, bringing with them the emotions of everyone around him.

From Scar, glee, joy. Pure joy in seeing the one he worshiped back into the world. From Lilith, fascination, the stories she heard before coming true right before her eyes. And from Max, enjoyment; he had his doubts, that much was certain, but now he was enjoying it as much as the others.

"Ah… I missed this." There was no doubt in his words—this wasn't Lance. He was replaced by something far bigger and better than himself. Someone that the world needed. "You really take things for granted, never knowing what they feel like until… the moment they're taken away from you."

"My Lord." Scar bowed, lowering his head. "...It is wonderful seeing you. After all this time, after all I have been through, you are finally free."

Lilith was too shocked for words, but the tears of joy running down her face told her God what he needed to know. She got down on her knees.

"Whoa. You're here, in the flesh." Max whistled, chuckling both to himself and to Necrozma. Nevertheless, he bowed, much like his teammates.

Necrozma himself was floating, levitating right next to what remained of his prison, the crystal cocoon torn to bits. He took one look at it, grimacing.

"Millennia ago, they trapped me. They could never understand or do what was necessary for the greater good." Necrozma closed his eyes, sighing out loud.

He floated downwards, into the rubble of his cage, picking up a crystal, one that stood out more than the others. It was golden, adorned with a black star sigil right at the middle. Despite its golden color, it appeared to be drained.

"Even with the power bestowed to us by our Creator, they were weak. I… am not."

"Creator…?" Scar didn't dare to raise his head. "Are you, perhaps, talking about Arceus? Is He real?"

"Supposedly." Necrozma flew and landed next to them, holding the crystal in his right hand. "But me and the other members of the pantheon never knew if that was true or not."

Max was the one to stand up first, and instantly eyed the item. "That's the power He bestowed, I take it?"

Necrozma looked at them, but it didn't seem like his view was really there. "One you must guard with your lives. This is what stands between me and absolute perfection."

"Can't say I've heard of it…" The Lopunny added, now standing like her friend. "Why's it so dull…?"

"It needs light." He explained, watching Scar finally stand. "Light, or… I suppose you could call it aura. Regardless, I need it. With enough light, it will resonate with me, and allow me to achieve… salvation."


"Salvation." Scar repeated it. Oh, how delightful it sounded to him. He could even shiver from sheer joy, if he didn't contain that. All he did was smile.

"What we were hoping for," Lilith closed her eyes and chuckled. She then stretched her arms and yawned. "Mhm! After all our hard work, I'm beat. Can we go home and rest a little?"

Max waved her off. "Nah. We still gotta plan on how to get His light back."

While they were talking, Scar considered his options. "Ahem. My Lord, I have prepared everything for you. The throne is yours. I suggest we return right away, as to—"

"No." Necrozma wiggled a finger in denial. He then moved each of his fingers and let out a loud sigh of relief. "Ah… the wind feels so much better when you have fur, don't you think?"

Scar turned his attention to his teammates, he only had scales, so replying to Necrozma's statement was… out of his league.

"It is!" Lilith added, shrugging. "You never knew what you were missing!"

"Indeed, I did not." Necrozma flexed his claws, taking another look at himself. "I am probing through the vessel's memories as we speak. It shouldn't take too long to learn all he has. As for returning to the kingdom…"

His sensors twitched. "That can wait. His companions are waking up, and I desire to fight."

How odd. Necrozma attributed this as being part of the vessel. Lucario were fighters, as far as he remembered.

"Not to mention I wish to test what this body can do."

"My Lord," Scar cleared his throat. "I do not believe this is wise. You might be weakened—"

"Are you defying me?"

"N-No, Sir." Lilith shook her head, drops of sweat forming. "I think Scar's just worried. You're not at full strength…"

Max rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, tapping one foot on the ground. "If you'll allow me to interject, this might be unwise, but it's also an opportunity. If we see how great Necrozma is in action, we can get a feel of how long it'll take to gather His light."

To that, Necrozma smirked. "A wise choice, Electivire. Neither me or the vessel thought you acted as smart as you're supposed to be. I'm impressed."

…Should I be flattered or angry? Max scratched his chin. "Thank you."

Scar, defeated, only sighed. "Very well. Do you require assistance, or would you rather fight them on your own?"

Necrozma moved a finger, and his arm was wrapped in a purple aura. Like Lance's, but it was darker, and there were visible black cracks in it.

"Hm… I do believe I can handle them on my own. Besides, I do not wish for their deaths. They, too, have a part in my perfect world."

Scar nodded solemnly. "We will watch with great interest, then. Do go ahead, Maxwell will prepare our way back."


Dex coughed up sand, again and again, rolling his body to the side.

"Gah... this is the worst hangover I've ever had… not like there were any good ones."

The Floatzel stood up, coughing more. His legs were weak, but Dex wasn't about to let that stop him. With a quick glance around, he saw his friends, unconscious like he was.

"Goggles? Popsicle? Damn... we got hit really 'ard."

And he was the only one awake! Dex hurried around to find Biran's bag—they did bring a reviver seed, he was sure of it. He was getting closer, but something was up. Dread creeped inside of him, making his heart jump around frantically.

W-What...?

Something stopped him from looking back. Or maybe it was someone. Dex gulped, a lump forming on his throat. It was large, larget than he wanted, and even breathing was hard. A pressure was forming, but Dex had to push through. He moved his body in the direction of what was causing this feeling… slowly. Inch by inch.

With every inch, the dread grew. Dex wasn't sure he could keep going, he also didn't know how he kept going, what was driving him forward.

Dex choked at the sight—Lance, but it wasn't Lance. It looked like him, yet it did not.

An armor of obsidian crystals surrounded his arms, his legs, even his face. And if that wasn't a giveaway, there was the grin—the wicked grin that told him that wasn't him.

"Who… are ye?"

"Ah. I can sense the confusion." Necrozma looked at his arms, laughing to himself. "I am merely using his body. It is needed for the salvation of this world."

Dex chose to ignore the fact that, while he could recognize part of Lance's voice, it was drowned out by something that sounded far more primal and ancient.

"Salvation? Using his body?"

Dex clenched a fist. If before, his body was filled with dread, now? Now he was boiling.

"I do wish to test my limits. To see how strong I can get. Hm… will you allow me to spar? I will hold back—"

"Go to hell!" Dex clenched his teeth and charged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches…

…But Necrozma dodged all of them. It was easy, moving his body left and right to deflect the strikes. Of course, even if they did connect, it was all fine. He could handle a few punches.

"Hell, hm? It has been a while since I vised 'tina, and I believe he is what you mortals consider the ruler of hell…" Necrozma jumped back, grinning again. "Not that it matters. You weren't giving your all. Is it because I'm using your friend?"

"Get off of Pup's body, ye freak!" Water coated his arms, and Dex lunged in again, with an uppercut.

This time, Necrozma was hit. Or rather, he allowed himself to be hit, as a way of seeing how badly it'd hurt him.

As expected, the uppercut barely made him move other than an inch. "Ah. I can classify this as… a pathetic strike. Very well, then. Allow me to fight back."

A single ball of pure aura materialized inside Necrozma's hand. It shone purple… but soon enough, that was consumed and replaced with pitch black, full of purple cracks.

"Wha—"

Necrozma fired the sphere, and it struck Dex, sending him pummeling back into the sand.

"Ah. It seems I can still use Aura Sphere. Seems it changed to fit me, how curious…"

Dex groaned, barely moving. Necrozma cracked his neck, and began to walk forward.

Until the Floatzel disappeared from his sight.


Obviously, it was an illusion. Necrozma was about to sense it, but he had a different idea. What better way to make this fight longer than to purposefully pretend he couldn't detect the real thing?

So he waited, and looked around, trying to look as panicked as possible. But in reality, his senses were sharp, sharper than Lance's, and he could already see his three opponents, cloaked inside an illusion aura. It took all of him to not grin from the satisfaction.

It wasn't until a shard of ice was launched his way that Necrozma stopped, swiftly dodging it and letting the attack fall behind him. At that moment, the illusion was dropped, and a snarling Zoroark lunged in, his claws dripping with dark energy.

"Brother—"

"Shut up! Give him back!" Brian slashed the air, a blade of energy making its way towards Necrozma, while Brian himself charged, blasting spheres away at full speed. "Give me my brother back!"

Tch. He was quite capable of dodging at first, but with so many attacks, the window was getting smaller… forcing him to act instead.

Necrozma jumped back and focused, his entire body wrapped in the same, dark purple light, before a geyser burst forth, destroying all of Brian's attacks at once.

Brian stumbled back, shocked, and though his body was shaky from the display, he knew that he needed to fight.

Of course, he had help. Dexter fell from the sky, water—no, ice coated his arms and he rammed the ground, spreading sand upwards, which was enough to obscure Necrozma's vision for the moment.

"Goggles, now!"

"On it!" Brian didn't waste time, running on all fours, and this time, both his arms were coated in energy. "Eat this!"

Necrozma had to dodge another blade, two blades in fact. Dodge. Curious… because in the end, he did something else. His own claws crackled with psychic power, and formed into blades of their own, ones that he launched in response to Brian's Night Slash.

"Huh… how?!" Meggie floated downwards, stopping next to Brian. "Psycho Cut, but… how?! Lucario can't learn it!"

"Obviously, he ain't a Lucario no more!" Dex snarled, flexing and cracking what was left of the ice in his arms.

"Don't say that!" Brian trembled. He was already crying, tears that seemed never ending. "...M-My brother's still there! We just need to, I dunno, kick his ass until he returns!"

"How lovely. You care for him until the end." Necrozma sighed. It sounded genuine, too. "...I almost feel sorry for having to do this. But sacrifices are necessary for the good of the world. Your brother is just another one of them."

Brian roared. "To hell with your sacrifices! I'm getting him ba—"

Something landed on the ground, unleashing sand everywhere. Once it settled, Lilith cracked her knuckles. "Help has arrived!"


"Help…?"

"Know you said you didn't need it, but—"

Necrozma blasted another sphere, it hit the ocean behind Lilith, and let loose a large splash of water.

"I do not need your help. I am doing just fine on my own." He said, taking aim at her. "Do you consider yourself at the same level as me? May I remind you that you are powerless to help the world? That you went to great lengths for my assistance? And you dare to say you can help me?"

Lilith didn't have words or quips to say, despite her open mouth. Not a single sound came from it.

"Good. You have nothing. As a matter of fact, I should take your light, right here, right now."

Brian looked at his friends. They, too, seemed to be paralyzed from fear. He was too, and he knew that.

Taking her light…? What does that even mean? Though Brian had no answer, he was sure it wasn't anything good.

"I-I…" Lilith struggled just to start the sentence, and kept repeating the same thing. "I-I… wanted… w-wanted to help! Because y-you might be weak from the seal, a-and…"

"I've heard enough." Necrozma flexed his claws, slowly walking towards her. Sprinting wasn't necessary, she was too scared to do anything, anyway.

Brian clenched his teeth. She was his enemy, but… whatever taking her light meant… she didn't deserve it. A sphere of pure, ghost power. All he had to do was aim right… too early and he'd hit his brother, too late and it was all for naught.

So he waited. Waited for when Necrozma was just close enough, with an extended arm, ready to touch Lilith's face. There was still space between them, however small. Brian aimed, and right as a drop of sweat fell from his face, he fired the attack.

"Hm?"

It landed in the middle, the shock momentarily making Necrozma stand back, turning his face to Brian.

"Hah. Can't say I expected you to save your enemy, but oh well… seems there's still some fight left in you. How interesting."

Lilith didn't bother to look at Brian, her face was left staring at Necrozma. "S-Sir… I apologize for my transgression. P-Please… forgive me."

"Just this once, I might." Necrozma kept his gaze at Brian and friends. "Do not interrupt this again. I will fight until I'm satisfied."

"You're giving my brother his body back!" Brian demanded, putting his goggles on. "...We came so far! This won't be for nothing! Lance… I'm saving you!"

"You will learn that I am the hope for this world. You mortals… you cannot be trusted with your own fate."

Dex managed to move just a little bit. "Cut the crap! Don't care about fate! None of us do! Not Goggles, not Popsicle… and not Lance! Yer givin' him back to us!"

"Interesting. Very well… be ready for the second round!"


Scar entered the beach, followed by Max. The two kept to themselves, relegated to watching the fight. And with what happened to Liltih… they knew it was the best thing to do.

Necrozma motioned for his opponents to get closer. Meggie was the first to oblige, as the swiftest member of the team, she made her way, zigzagging, then spun her body as ethereal energy on her hand shaped itself into claws.

"Not a bad choice." Necrozma replied, dodging a strike, and then launching another psychic blade, only for her to, like him, dodge. "Not bad at all!"

There was another reason for this fighting. Not only did he need to get used to this body, fighting would only make it stronger. And he needed all the power he could get.

Need to make… an opening for the others! Meggie struck again, this time launching shard after shard of ice in her enemy's direction.

He dodged the first few, but then destroyed the other with multiple spheres. Necrozma was busy with it.

Or at least, it seemed that way for Brian. He cloaked himself in another illusion and jumped. With his mouth opened, he unleashed a stream of flames towards Necrozma.

The Legendary Pokémon scoffed, swiftly jumping out of the way without even breaking a sweat. "Just so you know… I can see them. Your illusions."

"You can…? Lance could too." Brian cringed, looking at Dex. So we can't count on them… damn it!

"Goggles! Keep yer eyes on the fight!"

Meggie kept firing shards, but they weren't directed at Necrozma. They were hitting the sand, randomly.

"Oh, c'mon! You're not even trying to hit me!"

She smiled. "Now!"

Dex rushed once more, letting another flurry of punches make their way. Necrozma watched it and produced a shocked expression…

"Just kidding!"

It disappeared into laughter as he extended his arm forward. The air itself cracked open into a portal, and Dex was sucked inside it.

Before any of them could react, a second portal opened, behind Brian, and out came Dex. This resulted in the punches hitting the Zoroark instead.

"Ow! Ow! Stop it!"

Dex yelped, ending his attacks. He blinked, confused, and then eyed Necrozma.

"What? Oh, that's right. None of you know the cards in my hand…"

Necrozma shrugged, his body glowing brightly again. "And to tell the truth… this game was rigged from the start!"

"I don't know what that attack is, but if it's psychic—" Brian didn't wait for any replies, running in front of his friends.

A burst of light was launched towards Brian, who was sure it would be nothing he couldn't handle.

He couldn't be more wrong. Brian screamed, the light pierced through him without any effort at all, and his fur burned all throughout. It was so intense, his screams deafened everything else…

Until he fell to the ground, with no voice to even shout anymore.


All he could hear was a loud ringing, and all he could see was a blur. A white blur. Meggie? An orange blur followed; Dex.

They were screaming, shouting at the top of their lungs to try and see if he was alright. He wasn't, but that was all they could do.

Brian didn't move. He tried to, but it brought nothing but pain. Just the thought of getting up was too much for him.

And Necrozma? He stood there… thinking about what to do. His victory was already assured, but there was something nagging on the back of his mind. These three still had their role to fulfill in his world, and so, they deserved to be alive, at the very least.

He walked around, checking the sand, until he came across Brian's bag, pulling out a seed from it.

"I did say the game was rigged, but… what use is a king if he has no subjects?" He threw the seed right at the three, and Meggie caught it.

Lilith sighed, rubbing her arm. And here I thought he was gonna kill 'em. What's going on in his mind…?

Dex snarled, twitching his tails. "Ye almost killed 'im, an' now ye do this?!"

Why… Did I do this?

Not even he was sure why. Necrozma decided to ignore it—the alternative that the vessel's willpower made him do it didn't sit well with him. "...Even if he's alive now, it won't change a thing. Mortals, no matter how much they struggle, can never compare to a God. Take this as an act of kindness."

Slowly, the seed glowed, bestowing its energy upon Brian, who woke up in cold sweat, gasping for air. Meggie instantly went to his side, hugging him as tight as she could.

"Regardless, I won. Hopefully, you all will realize my power is unbound. Fight all you want."

He is underestimating their strength. Scar mused to himself, crossing his arms. However… I have faith. I need to trust Him if I want my beloved and my son with me.

Max didn't know what to think or do, so he simply looked at Lilith. She was just as unsure.

"Scar. Prepare the entercard. We're done here."

"Yes, my Lord," he turned to Max. "...Set the coordinates."

"On it." Max pulled the card out of his bag and began fiddling with it.

Better not to portal us there. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm weakened. I doubt I'll be able to open another one. For now. Necrozma thought, and decided to wait instead, focusing his attention on his subordinates.

Brian watched it, struggling to stand up. There had to be something he could do. His eyes darted to Lilith, and to her bracelet.

"Dex… I need you to launch me at her."

"G-Goggles. Doubt we can do much 'ere, but…"

Meggie continued to hug him. "D-Don't! I'm not sure we can do anything right now!"

"Just do it, Dex!"

Closing his eyes, he grabbed Brian, aimed at Lilith, and launched him with as much power as he could.


It all happened too fast. Brian landed on the sandy ground, right under Lilith, then blasted her with a Shadow Ball, knowing it would hardly deal any damage. She was distracted, and Brian used this opportunity to lunge and yank off the bracelet.

Or try to. Weakened, he was hardly able to stand up, nad when he did, she was back in action, kicking him in the stomach. Brian, despite the pain, pressed on, using the adrenaline rushing through him to pull it away, right as she kicked him back.

"Back off—wait…" Lilith looked at her arm, seeing he had taken it from her.

Scar was well on his way to strike, but Necrozma stopped him, extending an arm to the side.

"N-Now… now I can fight you properly, you monster!" Just keeping his eyes open was difficult. He tried pulling the crystal out, but found out he had no strength to do it. However, Brian kept trying. "C-C'mon! Get off! I-I need… I n-need to save him!"

"Your tenacity is admirable, but pointless." Necrozma scoffed. To prove his point, he snapped a finger. "Show them the emera."

Max threw the looplet that belonged to Lance right in front of Meggie, chuckling as he did so.

"Now, I don't know much about evolution, that was someone else's job. However… I do believe this was your best shot."

Brian looked at the bracelet, only barely holding it with his shaky hands. "S-Still… I need to try."

He put it on, and the band clicked into place. Just putting it on made Brian's fur poof up, and he felt stronger, just a little bit.

"Again, admirable." Necrozma sighed. "Max, are you done? I don't have time for this."

Max nodded, holding the entercard in his hand. "Just say the world and I'll pop it up!"

Meanwhile, Brian stood up. An amorphous mass of ghost energy flickered in his hand. It was about to fade.

"S-Shut up! I can still fight!"

True. Brian was still standing, somehow. Whether it was adrenaline or his own willpower, he kept his ground.

Necrozma prepared another sphere, but chose to dissipate it instead. "...I'm going to humor you just a little bit, then. Come at me. I won't even strike back. I want you to realize how hopeless everything is."

"Nothing is hopeless… not until you try!" Brian charged forward, launching the sphere. Unfortunately, it dissipated before even getting close to hitting Necrozma.

Who, in turn, let him get close. Brian resorted to punching, but the parasite dodged it, and then another punch. He didn't need to do much, at this point, Brian was on the verge of collapsing.

"This is impressive, for a mortal." He blocked a punch with his hand. "But that's all you are. A mortal. And you cannot hope to outclass me, not even in a thousand years. Therefore, this little scuffle… is over."

He kicked the Zoroark back, not bothering with any moves.


And Brian fell, hitting his back on the sand. He panted, vision turning blurry again. Yet, he could still see that black blur, the thing that possessed his brother—his best friend.

"I can't… give up now…"

Brian, once more, stood up. Once more, he tried a punch. And once more, he fell.

"Hmph."

Meggie ran ahead to hug her boyfriend, holding on to him. Dex, on the other hand, grabbed Brian's bag, shuffling around for an oran to heal his friend.

"Let this be a warning sign to all of you. You are all lucky I have good intentions. The world needs me—" He paused. "A God, to rule over, to make sure no more sorrow, no more wars are fought."

Scar nodded, first to Necrozma, then to his teammates. The three walked together towards their leader.

Meggie started to cry, hugging Brian as much as she could. "Monster! A-All of you! Why do all of this? Who cares about fate?! A-All we can do is our best!"

"And sometimes, your best is not enough." Necrozma stated, giving her a stern look. "But that's alright. You're only a mortal. You could never hope to achieve the same level of perfection as me."

And she felt the need to blast him with another shard, but given the situation, that was an awful idea. Dex returned with the bag, and picked the berry in-between pants.

"We fought, an' we fought. Again an' again. To save Pup." Dex shivered, feeding Brian the oran. "But now ye... ye have 'im under yer control."

"Tough luck."

Necrozma closed his eyes. Just in case… checking for any signs of resistance, any voices in his head. But the only voice he heard was his own. How peaceful.

"I wouldn't say he's under my control. I prefer the term… enlightened. We're one and the same now."

"To hell with that!" Dex shouted, and the only reason he didn't go for another attack was Brian holding him back, though weakly.

"You need light, Sir." Scar pointed out. "...Why not get your light from them?"

"I judge them worthy of being part of my world." He added. After seeing Lilith approaching, likely to grab the crystal again, he shook his head. "Leave them be. Their spirits are already crushed enough."

"Y-Yes, Sir." Lilith then stood in place, waiting.

Brian hardly moved, grunting and groaning were the only things he could do. I promise you, Lance, I… I'm gonna save you. Just you wait.

Finally, Necrozma clapped his hands together. "Anyway! I do believe we have something on our schedule. Shall we head back to Cydonia now?"

Max cleared his throat. "Aye, aye. Everything's ready to go. Are we leaving them here?"

"Indeed, we are."

With another nod, Max activated the card, opening a portal that led directly to the throne room. "You first, my Lord.

Necrozma grinned, hopping inside. The others followed.

Team Liberators… was left alone.


Alone together. Brian only looked at his mate, enjoying how her skin, while rough, felt as she rubbed her hand on his mane.

"What're we gonna do now…?" Dex asked no one in particular, hoping to get an answer out of at least one of the two.

And to answer, Brian had to take deep breaths. Both to calm his anxiety and to gather the strength to say anything without causing too much pain. Even if the oran was healing him, he still felt pain. Physical and emotional, as the tears demonstrated.

"Keep fighting. Against fate, against God itself… we fight. Because I want my brother back, and I'm not interested in having a piece of rock candy as a ruler."

"That's good, that's good, honey." Meggie kept rubbing Brian's mane. "But we need a plan… and we can't do anything from here. We gotta get out."

"We 'ave an escape orb inside the bag. Failsafe, I guess. And Goggles' got the thingamajig crystal."

Meggie sighed. "Ah, true."

"Lemme… activate it." Brian slowly sat down, wincing. "We gotta think of home when using it. Doubt Bright Dawn's our next goal, so we think of the warehouse as our home."

"Don't mind that, but if Pup—Lance's gone, do ye think ol' crystal is gonna know where we were hidin'?"

"Probably." Brian bit a lip. "But hiding won't help. And dad's… I dunno where he is, but I did send some letters along the way."

"How about this…" Meggie said, taking a pause. "...We go to Cydonia just to rest, we get another escape orb and warp to Bright Dawn. There, we regroup and… I dunno, try figuring out what to do next?"

"Not something I'm a fan of, but sounds like the only choice we got." Brian grimaced. "Dex? What do you think?"

"I'm bad at thinkin'... so ye'll 'ave to do it fer me. I'm in anyway."

"Does sound like we have at least some plan."

Brian wanted to lay down again, but he knew that if he did that, he would take even longer to wake up. So he grabbed the sphere instead.

"Everyone, touch it. Then we think of the warehouse. We all gotta think about it. Got it?"

The other two nodded. Brian sighed, watching them touch the orb.

Alright. Home. The warehouse where we were for the past week. That's home, that's home…

Dex thought as hard as he could about the warehouse, about the food they ate there, about the fight they had when Brian himself was possessed by the crystal. Meggie thought about it as well, but of when they were preparing to go to the shrines, and of course, about the company. Her boyfriend, and her teammate.

"Alright, ready? On the count of three. One… two… two and a half… and… three!"

Brian smashed the orb on the ground. The trio were enveloped in a bright flash of light… and they were gone.
 
Dungeon 57 - Monarch

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 57 - Monarch

Scar hopped out of the portal, landing on his feet. Max came after him, striking a pose and lifting a fist in the air.

Then, it was Necrozma's turn. He simply walked off, and once he got to the other side, took a large whiff of air. Nothing mattered more, nothing except the taste of freedom. Freedom that took millenia to acquire, but it was right in his grasp. And he would never let go of it.

"Hm… this is the throne room," he said, looking around. Guards noticed them instantly, and were approaching. "Fancy, just how I like it."

"It appears Lilith is missing—"

Scar was interrupted by the Lopunny landing on her feet. She looked at him and bowed. "S-Sorry I took so long! Dunno what came over me."

"Probably something stupid." Max shrugged, and then yawned. "Hm… I kinda wanna rest a little. Fighting's fun, but it gets tiring. Especially when my opponents don't know when to give up."

It was then that the guards surrounded the quartet, some baring fangs, some baring tusks, but they all looked ready to attack, aimed at Necrozma.

"Ah, I see where the confusion lies," he said, then cleared his throat, focusing on his voice. "Hello. It is I, Percival. I was simply away on a trip to acquire power. With my newfound power, I am ready to continue my rule."

In an instant, Necrozma's voice had shifted, now sounding exactly like Lance. It was enough for some guards to calm down. However, a few others weren't convinced.

"What he says is true," Scar added. He bowed, getting on his knees. "Percival has ascended to another level entirely. And we helped him achieve such a state."

That's the thing we're telling 'em…? Max blinked. No time to waste thinking. He bowed as well. "Yeah. Y'all swore loyalty to him, right? Even if he looks different… keep that loyalty."

Lilith took longer to bow, but she eventually did so as well. "...Yes."

The remaining guards all backed away. One, a Haxorus with black scales, stepped closer.

Necrozma had recognized him from Lance's memories as Vulcan. "Greetings."

"Sire." Vulcan bowed. "I'm not sure what happened, but it's good to see you again.

To that, Necrozma grinned. Being praised was great, his tail even twitched, although only slightly. Something he noticed, and quickly shut down.

How undignified. Such a troublesome member…

Scar stood up, straightening himself. He presented the king's crown to Necrozma "Sire. If you wish, here it is. Although I'm unsure if it will fit, given your mask…"

"A crown does sound nice." Necrozma said, now back to his usual voice. "But I am not interested in wearing it. For now… I'm famished."

On cue, Max's stomach growled, and he let out a small laugh. "Maybe we could order a feast? Royal food is great. You should try—err, try it again, I mean."

Not like Necrozma didn't know how it tasted. Memories of eating there floated inside his mind. "It's a good plan, while I decide what to do next."

Scar clapped his hands together. "Guards! Prepare a feast…"


A flash of light covered the warehouse, revealing team Liberators once the light faded. Brian panted, wincing at the pain he felt.

Dex moved his head, hearing a loud ringing noise that slowly faded. He didn't even try to move, knowing that if he did, there was a high chance he'd fall. "Fuck... warpin' makes me wanna throw up."

"We need better transportation." Meggie said. She continued to snuggle with Brian, holding his paw gently. "Actually… imagine if we could weaponize teleporting. Like, make teleport stations. Man, I miss cars…"

"W-What's a car?" Brian said, then groaned. "...Human thing?"

"Yup," she kissed him on the cheek, and grimaced. "What're we doing now? Well, apart from getting back home."

'Ome, eh? Dex thought, for a moment not making contact with his teammates. Been fightin' fer so long... do I wanna keep goin'?

Brian tried to shrug, but the pain stopped him in his tracks. "Maybe we could visit Xerneas? She might know something about this."

"Oh, yeah! True. We could do it…" Meggie pondered.

Dex looked at the two and tilted his head. "Xerneas? How the hell do ye two know her?"

Brian and Meggie locked eyes.

"We might've saved her life," the Zoroark said.

"...That."

"I… see." Dex could only blink. "Well, she's a legend, ain't she?"

Brian nodded. It was all he could do…

Well, there was something else. Now that things were relatively calmer, his emotions could flourish.

"Uh, guys… can I have a moment alone? I kinda wanna cry."

Meggie frowned, then backed away from him. "Alright. Dex, c'mon. We'll wait outside."

"Aye. Take care, Goggles. We'll be here—" he bit a lip, unsure. "...We'll be here for ye."

After they left, Brian lay on the ground, sighing. They were coming, weren't they? The tears. It wasn't like he even tried to stop them. They were warm, and from the smell, salty, too.

I'm so sorry, Lance… I couldn't help you. What kind of brother am I? I'm s-sorry. This is my fault! If I… if I tried a little harder, I could've prevented all of this. But now… now he's taken over you, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do!

Tears kept coming. Brian whined. With whatever strength he had in him, he punched the ground. And again. And again. The more tears fell, the more he punched it.

Even back then, when we were partying… I knew something was up. I felt it. But I didn't try to help! I was drunk, and I thought it wasn't anything. I failed you then, too.

Brian turned to the side, looking at his now bruised paw.

Hah… I'm really pathetic, aren't I? A terrible brother, a weak brother. And a failure.

"How can I consider myself a hero, when I can't even protect the ones I love?"

Heroes protected people. Heroes were strong. Everything Brian wasn't. Who did he help?

…Just Meggie. And Dex, in a way. The two that had entered the warehouse again.

Alone, I'm weak. But with them… with them I can be stronger.


"Your cape, Sire."

Scar presented it to Necrozma, who accepted it, wrapping it around his back.

"Surprisingly, it doesn't poke my crystals." He said, and Necrozma looked forward.

There was a large table, set with plates and silverware. Butlers—dragons as well—waited on the sides. Along with each plate there was an empty glass for them to fill with a drink.

Max sat down, yawning. "After this, I'm taking a nap. Gotta get that beauty sleep…"

"Yeah, 'cause you need it, big guy." Lilith shrugged, sitting next to him.

"Is there anyone else you would like to invite, Sire?" Scar bowed once again. "I requested the chefs to prepare their finest meals. I hope it is to your liking."

"Actually, I'd rather this be just us. Gotta plan things."

After shrugging, Necrozma sat as well. "And what would the meal be?"

Scar snapped a finger, and one of the butlers approached. He was holding a platter in his hand, containing tender bits of steak, medium-rare, sprinkled with spices—as Necrozma's nose sensed. On the corner of the platter was a luxurious salad, containing tomato berries, lettuce and onions. On the opposite side, baked potato.

"This is our special, hanger steak. Although considered a crude part, it is actually one of the most tender. I hope it's to your liking."

"That's what I intend on finding out."

The butler put down the food next to Necrozma, bowed, and walked away. Necrozma eyed his food. First he had to taste with his eyes, and only later, with his mouth. Meanwhile, the other butlers began to serve his subordinates.

Necrozma took a single bite, containing both the meat and the salad. The juiciness overtook his mouth, and the food practically exploded with flavor. Adding to that was the lettuce. It made the meal crunchy, and although it didn't have any flavor on its own, Necrozma realized it added to everything else.

"To be blunt, I wanted some tasty light, but I guess you can't make light salad…" He mumbled. "Buuuut! I don't mind this. Not at all. I actually really enjoy it. Not bad, not bad at all."

Scar ate his part in silence, savoring as much as he could.

"Hey, are we getting dessert?" Max asked… pushing away the salad. "Cuz like, it's good, but I'm not a fan of veggies."

"Gotta eat your veggies." Lilith deadpanned, pointing to Necrozma. "Look at him, he's just… enjoying the whole thing. You could too, y'know."

"Bleh."

Scar ignored the bickering and focused his attention to his Lord. "Sire. I assume it's good?"

"Better than I thought. These things didn't exist back then." He said. Another bit of meat was eaten, along with a large chunk of the potato. "But…"

"But?" Scar quirked a brow.

"Well… there is something I'd like for dessert."

There was a large pause, with an equally large silence.

"...Bring me any prisoner. I must have light."


Meggie didn't want to leave Brian alone. Which wasn't true, as Dex was watching over.

…Maybe a better phrasing would be leaving him without her. But she was quick, and if something happened, she could go back fast.

Alright. Need to buy bandages and more orans. It'll help his body heal, but how much depends on Brian.

She sighed. No, trembled. The mere thought of running into Necrozma slowed her down. For once, it was a threat well beyond her level, she was sure of it.

Doesn't mean I can't try. For me and Brian. And for Dex too. For Lance… or the world, I guess.

Meggie kept floating, looking around for any stands, anywhere she could buy supplies. With one hand in her purse, she finally locked eyes with a merchant—a pink Oricorio.

And here's hoping the prices aren't too big. But I'll pay anything if it helps Brian, she approached, smiling. A forced smile, but one nonetheless. "Hello, I'd like some oran berries. And bandages, if you have them?"

"I have a few! Taking care of someone, miss?" Oricorio replied, already stuffing the berries inside a bag. "

"Mhm. Someone important." Meggie bit her lip. What if she revealed her location to the guards? No, she was fine. She had to be. "Oh, how much?"

"120 Poké. For five berries and a stack of bandages."

Ouch. I won't have much money left…

With a sigh, Meggie gave the Oricorio the necessary coins and picked the bag, walking back.

This is still awful. Not the price, the… the entire thing with Necrozma. I wonder if it's my fault too. If I didn't do those experiments with Morgan, I wouldn't be here—

Before she knew, Meggie was staring into the sky, grasping the bag. Somehow, she managed to hold back her tears.

—And nothing bad would've happened to him. So Scar couldn't convince him to leave his friends. But at the same time… I-I want to say I've done good things, but I'm not sure. Did I?

She floated down, sitting. As much as Meggie thought about her achievements in this world, she didn't know. For all she knew, this could all be avoided if she never got there in the first place.

What am I doing…? These thoughts… they're not helping anyone. I helped my friends, and that's what I can do. That's all I can do, help them. I'll keep helping. It's what I want. Because I'm not the only one suffering, Brian's suffering too. And I wanna help him. No, I will help him.

Meggie floated again, sighing to herself. How many times had she had an epiphany? How many times did she tell good things to herself? And how many times did it work?

Few. But she was right about one thing: all she could do was keep helping, keep trying. That was the truth. And for now, that was all she needed.

Hold on, Brian. I'm coming! And we'll figure something out, together. The three of us.


Chains rattled. Two Fraxure were guarding a strange Goodra, wearing a shell on its back. The three walked across the halls of the castle, headed to the throne room.

One of the Fraxure began to sweat. The king had asked—demanded they bring a criminal to him. But he never explained why.

"You got any idea why he wants one?"

The other Fraxure shook his head. "No clue."

Goodra let out a muffle. "I'm not goin' to my death, am I?"

Neither of the guards replied. One of them knocked on the door, and waited for someone to open. After some seconds, the large door opened, paving way to the room.

Necrozma sat on his throne, holding the crown in one paw. He didn't look at the guards, or at his sacrifice, not at first.

"S-Sir!" One Fraxure saluted. "We brought you this Goodra. Arrested for conspiracy against the crown. Err, not your crown. The old one! Belonging to the former king!"

"Hm. This is an odd Goodra. I've never seen anything like it. As for the crime…" Probing through Lance's memories, he remembered who that servant was talking about. "Very well. It was not a conspiracy against me, but this will suffice. Leave us be. Nobody but me, my subjects and Goodra shall remain."

Perhaps by the intonation, the guards ran away, leaving Goodra in the king's care. Which only made the situation worse, as once he locked eyes with the king, Goodra turned back, trying to escape.

A flash of light materialized on his side, and a gust of wind followed. Necrozma stood there, only barely gazing at his prisoner.

"Tsc, tsc, tsc. You're only making things worse for you, you know."

"G-Go away! What'd you even want with me, anywa—URGH!"

Necrozma grabbed the dragon by his neck and raised it in the air.

"My birthright. A very simple thing."

Scar, Max and Lilith stood glued to one side of the wall, not making contact. As far as they were concerned, this had nothing to do with them.

"H-Hey! You people! Guards, someone! I don't have any idea what this guy wants, but—"

And Necrozma tossed him to the middle of the room, chuckling out loud. He cracked all his knuckles, and then his neck.

"I just said I want my birthright!"

"The hell's your birthright?!" Goodra fired a stream of flames, but Necrozma simply turned to the side, dodging it.

"Simple. Very, very simple, my dear dragon…"

Another laugh left his mouth, and he rushed ahead, grabbing the dragon's neck once more. Necrozma licked his lips.

"Every Pokémon has this. Their light. Some call it aura, some call it something deeper, perhaps a soul, if you want to go that far. And it belongs to me. All of it belongs to me. And you…?"

He paused, letting everything sink in. Goodra began to squirm, gasping for air, and for his freedom.

"You're nothing but a waste of light. You don't belong in my world. But don't you worry, dear. Because I…"

"Will…"


Another pause. This time, it was longer. Necrozma's tail twitched again.

"Take it back."

Necrozma's crystalised arm began to glow a deep purple that covered Goodra's entire body. A bright flash enveloped them, and Goodra screeched. He flailed, trying desperately to escape the grasp, but the more he struggled, the less strength he had.

"Struggle all you like. In the end… I will have my light."

Goodra kept screaming. However, it was getting fainter, his body was getting slimmer by the second, almost like he was being sucked out of everything that was inside.

After one final scream, he was no more. Necrozma tossed the corpse on the ground and took a deep breath in, the aura glowing further, and then dissipating. He stood there, silently, just basking in the power.

"Ah… that was lovely. Now, I believe we are all tired, yes? I think… we should all get some rest."


Brian woke up by feeling his arm aching. Granted, after the fight yesterday, that was expected.

Except the fight wasn't why his arm hurt. He had slept on top of it, and only noticed after waking up. Brian straightened himself and groaned, sitting down.

"Crud. This hurts…" Brian bit a lip, looking at himself. Bandages wrapped most of his arm, chest and legs. Luckily, he felt little pain, arm aside. If this was a better day, I'd be happy. Can't say I am right now…

The next step was checking his surroundings. As expected, still inside the warehouse. Brian's eyes darted around, seeing the desolate place like he thought it was… and soon enough, he saw Meggie. She was looking away into the outside.

"H-Hey, Meg." Brian lazily waved at her.

Meggie turned to him and sighed, floating next to her partner. "Good, you're awake. Dex's checking if there's anyone that sells escape orbs here."

"You gave him money? Those things are expensive, y'know."

"Don't worry. He's got enough." Meggie replied, now holding Brian's paw. She didn't press too much, not wanting to hurt him. "Shame it's that way. Would make transporting less of a hassle."

"And we wouldn't need boats!" Brian said, grimacing. He stuck out his tongue. "Bleh. Never liked 'em, too nauseating."

Meggie chuckled a bit. "Hah. Personally, a nice trip across the sea would be nice! Maybe a spa! It's relaxing."

"Hm… relaxing. Kinda need that right now." Brian shrugged. Good, he could do that without crying from the pain now.

"We all need it—" Meggie stopped herself, and finally clutched Brian's paw tighter. "...Maybe after this is over. I could really use a vacation."

Huh? Brian blinked, and didn't say anything. Wondering if this could be over. If they had any chance of turning things back to normal. "Y'know… I kinda feel like I can depend on you. 'Cause right now, I'm not feeling so confident."

"Hm."

Meggie put her head next to Brian's arm, smiling. "That's what I'm here for. I'll support you however I can. To be honest, I'm not so confident either. But hey, we can try together, right?"

"Try together," he repeated. Once, for her to hear. And then multiple times in his head. The words just rang inside. "...I'd like that."

"Y'all."

Dex entered the warehouse, yawning. "Sorry, Popsicle. Couldn't find anything. We gotta come up with a different plan."

Brian eyed Dex, grimacing. "Well… like Meggie said, we try together! Just… uh, let's hope Necrozma doesn't know we're here."

To that, the Floatzel raised a brow. "Does he know?"

"That's just the thing. There's no way we can be sure. We just gotta… leave it to lady luck." Brian sighed.


"Hm…"

Necrozma opened his eyes and yawned. A white blanket covered most of him, and the open windows shone with the sunlight. All the signs of a good day were there.

After jumping off the bed and stretching his arms, Necrozma once again took a look at himself… through a mirror, positioned next to one of the room's walls.

It was all there. His armor covered a great part of the vessel's body. And the best part was that it was his to command. Everything about this body was his now.

Ah, I almost want to see how you're doing, Lance. But let's be honest… there isn't much of you left, is there?

Actually, he had the time to check. He could check. But should he check?



Necrozma ignored the thought. There were better things to use his time for! After clasping his hands together, feeling the crystals rub against each other, Necrozma smiled.

"Now, now… how do I want to spend my precious time? I need to get stronger, and that prisoner's light was delicious. Though… I still need more."

More. Much, much more. But he was patient. Necrozma waited for thousands of years. What were a few more days?

"I suppose staying cooped in my room won't do me any good."

And out the door he went. Necrozma once more took a large whiff of the air. "The taste of freedom… it's so good."

Honestly, he hardly cared how weird this looked to any lookers. Were there any?

What.

…At least one. Max blinked. He was on his way to meet with Necrozma, so seeing him outside the room was good, but this was…

I can't even describe it. Max cleared his throat. "Sir. Good morning."

"G'morning." Necrozma kept breathing in. The air was too good. "Ah, you don't get it, do you? I was trapped. Getting any freedom is incredible."

"Uh… no, I don't get how it must've made you feel," he realized this was an opportunity to learn. "...But uh, could you teach me?"

Necrozma finally looked at him. "Teach you? Well, not what I had in store for you. But… say, there is a way you can be useful for me."

Somehow, that made Max sweat. "...And that is?"

"Let's fight! This body needs it, just as much as I need light."


Next thing Max knew, he was at the training grounds, after requesting the guards to leave them alone. And standing on the other side was Necrozma, who kept looking at him with a grandiose grin.

Alriiiight. This will surely not end up with me half-dead. Surely. Max gulped. First, he needed to plan. Necrozma was faster and stronger than him, that much was certain. So what could he do? Bait him into attacking?

Hm. Not a bad idea, honestly. And I can paralyze him… for a while, at least. He'll probably walk it off.

"Can you stop thinking and just attack me already?" Necrozma went as far as motioning for him to get closer, wiggling a finger.

Oh well. Here goes nothing… Max inhaled. Regardless of the result, this was certainly going to be a learning experience.

To start things off, he charged. None of his current attacks were particularly powerful, and Max had a hunch Necrozma had a different type now that he had latched onto Lance.

Regardless, he was giving it his all. Max raised an arm and tried punching Necrozma. His arm was brimming with fighting spirit, signified by the crimson color.

"Slow."

Necrozma backflipped out of the way and flicked his right arm, charging a sphere in it. "So let me give you some retribution!"

He fired, and the sphere went straight to Max. The closer it got, the more details he saw, including cracks.

"Tch…" Not knowing how to react, Max took the hit straight on, prepared to have the most painful experience of his life…

"Huh?"

Max was only thrown back a few feet, and while the attack hurt, leaving a trail of smoke and burnt fur, it was nothing he couldn't handle. "H-How…? How?"

There were two possibilities. One: Necrozma wasn't that strong. Two, and the most likely: he was holding back. Now that he thought about it, it had to be possibility number two.

"I need to enjoy myself." Necrozma said, and then reconsidered. "Nah. I want to enjoy myself. It's been a while since I had a good fight. So you better do your best to satisfy me."

"That sounds so weird." Max sighed. Seems he was left with no other choice. "Alright! Just don't come crying to me when we're done!"

"There's no way I'd do that."

After Necrozma finished talking, he saw Max jumping, and jumping high. Not as high as Lilith, but it was still impressive. Both his hands were coated in electricity, and he fired a wave at him.

"Not bad, kiddo!" Necrozma dodged the strike by running ahead.

However, Max smiled as he fell down, this time closing his fist and launching a powerful, electrified punching right at Necrozma's face. Sparks flew everywhere, but his opponent didn't move.

"Still not bad, but I want more! Give me more! I want to feel the pain! Give it to me!"

"You're… unusual." Max put more power into the punch, finally sending Necrozma back. Even so, his fist was left wounde.

Necrozma only laughed, specifically at the pain he felt. "H-Hah… hah! Glorious! I didn't know pain could feel so good!"

He laughed again, lowering his head. "But… as much fun as it is to be in pain, I am not done. We're not done!"

Max looked at his opponent and wondered if that was part of Necrozma's personality, or if Lance had somehow made him be like that.

…Does it matter?

"Alright. Let's keep going!" Max charged more electricity, ready for another round.

And on Necrozma's paw was another sphere. "Heh! Just the way I like it, kid! Satisfy me!"


Unbeknownst to them, there were two Pokémon watching from the second floor, through the window: Scar and Lilith.

Scar was quiet. Quieter than usual. The most that came out of his mouth was a humming noise as he observed the battle.

Don't like how quiet this is… Lilith gulped. "Uh, Scar? You sure we should be standing here… watching it?"

"Mm." Scar said, rubbing his chin. "Yes, I do. I wish to learn how capable our Lord is, and how much of our help He needs."

"...You say that, but he almost killed me when I said I wanted to help."

"That was your own fault, Lilith," he glared at her, piercing through her soul. "...Not to mention you interrupted the fight. I sense that was what annoyed Him the most."

"W-Well, yeah."

Lilith gulped. Now, she didn't know which part scared her the most. Which was never a good sign.

And Scar noticed that fear. "Are you, perhaps, scared of Necrozma? I'm sure He has the best of intentions."

"O-Oh! I'm not scared… not really!" Lilith said, in the voice of someone who was obviously terrified, but did her best to hide it, with laughs and snickers. "Actually! Being so close to a being that powerful is intriguing! I kinda wanna know how he fell in the first place. Y'know, if he's so strong, there has to be something even stronger!"

They saw a flash of light; Max had launched a wave of electricity that had staggered Necrozma. During this time, the Electivire managed to land a few punches, but his opponent was soon freed, and began to block said attacks.

"I see." Scar decided not to press the issue further, but wasn't entirely convinced. "As for me, I am not scared. I am… also curious. Of course, my main goal is my family. But there is an innate curiosity in me. After many years of living, you get it."

Necrozma, meanwhile, had resorted to launching blades of psychic energy, some that grazed Max, some he took, and one that he barely dodged.

"As an archeologist, I got that curiosity very early in life… little after you took me in, honestly," Lilith touched her purse, sighing.

Scar looked through the window again, seeing Max and Necrozma clash with their fists, sparks flying everywhere.

"At least… they seem to be having fun." Scar pointed out, rubbing his chin again.

Lilith rubbed her arm and gulped again. "Well… it's gonna take me a while to get used to all of this, I won't lie. But honestly? I might ask for a spar later. It looks fun."

"Hah." Scar had a very tiny, almost imperceptible smile. But Lilith knew him long enough to notice it. "...I wish for a spar too."

Finally, Necrozma landed another sphere, knocking Max to the ground and launching him all the way to the corner of the arena.

"...And now I believe we are allowed to do something. Lilith, go and prepare a nurse, it might be necessary."


"That's all…?"

Necrozma almost offered a hand, but Max got up on his own, although with a groan.

"Yuuup. That's all. Even when holding back, you're still stronger than me."

"Oh, please. That was never in question." Necrozma shrugged, and grinned. A wide grin. It shouldn't be possible for him to grin that wide, but he did it anyway. "I just wanted to see how strong you were. And now, I've decided."

"Decided… what?"

"I do not need to depend on your strength. However, I don't mind the assistance." He said. "That is: you and your companions may help me if I'm bored or have better things to do."

"...Better than nothing, then." Max crossed his arms and huffed. He quickly eyed the arena, seeing Scar approaching. "Speaking of, boss' here."

"Oh yes, I detected his presence a while ago. Seems he was watching us fight."

"Sire." Scar said, being close enough. He bowed. "I hope this was a good demonstration of how Pokémon fight currently."

"Hm… I did see some of the vessel's fights. He blew up a mansion recently, didn't he?" Necrozma scratched his chin. "Yes… and the owner of said mansion was so weak, even the explosion managed to kill her."

"She was not a fighter. Hence, her body was weaker." Scar explained. "I am one. As are Maxwell and Lilith."

Max chuckled. "Yeah, and I still lost!"

"Indeed, indeed… but it was an enjoyable fight nonetheless. For a mortal, that is."

Scar stood up. "Am I to believe when your plan is done, we will no longer be mortals?"

Necrozma took a moment to reply, looking at the sky, both to clear his head and to take in the light. Not the source he wanted, but it would suffice.

"Yes, of course. When this is done, you will all be… me."

Max's body shivered at the thought. A good type of shiver. "Yeah… we'll all be the same person, so we'll think the same, yadda yadda yadda. Don't mind it."

"There might be obstacles to that, but they will be dealt with accordingly." Scar said.

"Indeed, they will." Necrozma raised an open arm, and clenched his fist. "For starters, the vessel's teammates. While I am unsure if they're here, and frankly I'm not in the mood to detect them, I know where they would be."

"Which means… there is somewhere we should go."


A/N: Hey all. Two years! It's been two years since I posted this! I can't believe time flies this fast. And... I just wanna say thank you. This fic has over 17 thousand views, which is a lot. Honestly, it's a lot more than someone like me deserves. I know most of you are silent readers, but I don't mind that. Because, after two years of constant writing, I'm happy. I'm truly happy I was able to start writing, to tell this story, to do things that used to remain in my head. And because I know there's viewers, I'm even happier. I would've given up long ago, but there's been people that supported me all this time. And although I've lost contact with a few of them, they still helped me pull it through. This means a lot to me. Again, thank you. Thank all of you for reading LoF this far.
 
Dungeon 58 - Heart

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 58 - Heart

Team Liberators had arrived at Cydonia the day before. All of them were tired, emotionally and physically, but they decided to keep the good fight going.

A decision that was far easier on their heads. Actually doing it was proving to be hard, especially for Meggie.

She had started her day by going out of their hideout, looking for an escape orb. Expensive things, they were. The only reason why they had one in the first place was how rich Brian's family was. Which, she was sure, was not why she fell in love with him.

The orbs were also somewhat rare. Meaning that even if she were to find one, it would take a long time to do so. Nevertheless, she persevered. Meggie asked merchant after merchant, taking care to stay out of sight of any guards nearby. By now they surely knew how she looked.

And take a while it did. Meggie lost count of how many merchants she visited, at the same time, she almost thought about checking some of them again. Because this island was huge, there was no way none of them had what she wanted.

I can't be so unlucky! Can I…? I can't. Nope! I'm finding this thing even if it takes the entire day! Brian and Dex are counting on me, and I can't let them down—

Eek!
Meggie turned to a corner, between two buildings, seeing two guards carrying a Dragalge with cuffs. Something about it stirred her curiosity, and she peeked, putting her head outside of the alleyway she was in.

"Another one? He wants another one." One of the guards grumbled.

The other dragon shrugged. "What'd you think he's doing to 'em?"

"Can't be good! But it's the king, we can't do anything…"

Another one…? Meggie blinked. Just what was Necrozma doing to those… prisoners, judging by the cuff. I… should follow them, but I can't. I'm all alone. But still, I can't just stand around and do nothing!

At the very least, Meggie could warn her friends about it. And then they could plan what to do. Maybe finding the bloody orb would have to come later. This—whatever this was—seemed to be a lot more important.

…Is my floating permit valid in this kingdom? I haven't seen many flying dragons here. Meggie rubbed her chin, pouting. If it was, I could fly and follow them. Can't be sure now, and uh, we might be on the run. In hindsight, this was a stupid thought, huh?

After taking another look, she noticed the guards were far away, headed to the castle. This settled things. She needed to know what was going on. Doing it on her own, though? A terrible idea.

Focus, Meggie, focus! she slapped her cheeks and took a deep breath. Alright. Alright. Just gotta find the guys. They need to know. Brian's gonna have a stroke at this point.

Meggie left the alley, sighing to herself, and slowly walked—levitated—towards the warehouse, but quickly did it faster, groaning about needing to get there as soon as possible.


As soon as she entered the warehouse, her eyes widened. Brian was messing with the entercard, opening it. On his side was a large map of the continent, being held by Dex.

"How long do ye need me to do this?" Dex flicked his ears, only then noticing Meggie staring. "...And Popsicle's here too. Howdy."

"Huh, hi, Megs! Can I call you that?!" Brian waved at her, but otherwise didn't pay attention. His focus was entirely on the card. "So! We gotta figure out the ley lines, trace them to the coordinates, and blah blah blah blah…"

"Popsicle… help me out here."

Meggie laughed, covering her mouth with a hand. "I leave you boys for a few minutes and you're already losing it. Tsc, tsc."

"Not me fault Goggles'... Goggles. I don't got a clue what he's doing."

"Trying to figure out how we can make this thing work… need to be done well, or we'll, uh, do things."

"Uh…" Meggie blinked. "What things?"

"Being dismembered things," he answered, smiling sheepishly.

"That. Goggles warned me. Just... don't make the same mistake as me. Don't ask how he does it."

"I see." Meggie sat down, sighing. "Sadly, couldn't find the orb. Seems we need the card. What now?"

Brian continued to fiddle, putting a claw on the card. "Now… check this!"

There was a smaller version of the map Dex was holding, and Brian traced his claw around to follow the coordinates of Bright Dawn. Not just that, but there were glowing, yellow lines at multiple points. "See? Those are ley lines. We gotta account for them, otherwise we might risk warping to some random place, or warping to the right place and losing body parts."

Dex was bobbing his head, trying to comprehend it all. He seemed to be having a hard time doing it. And Brian fiddled with the map again, but the more he tried tracing a route, the more the lines squiggled, as if trying to get away from his claws.

"I think you should give an abridged version, otherwise Dex's gonna combust." Meggie giggled, leaning against Brian's arm. "So what's so hard about it?"

"The lines are constantly shifting, we gotta force them to change, that kinda thing. And that's… hard, honestly. Still trying, but they just won't budge."

Brian put down the card and groaned. "I'm not sure I can do it, to be honest. I've heard mom did it before, but…"

Dex grumbled, putting down the map. "Tell me I didn't spend thirty minutes holdin' this thing fer ye to give up, Goggles."

"Does sound hard. And this is the only real option we have…" Meggie crossed her arms, nodding. "...But we have another problem. Necrozma's doing something nasty, I'm sure."

Hearing that, Brian shivered. "Y-Yeah? What's he doing?"

"Damn rock candy…" Dex mumbled. This 'onestly sounds like way above me skills. Can I help 'em?

"That's the thing: I don't know."

Meggie didn't make eye contact with her teammates, frowning and looking away.

"Saw some guards taking a prisoner—I think it was a prisoner. Anyway, they were headed to the castle. One of the guards said the king needed another one. Whatever that means."

"...And you wanna see what this is all about?" Brian asked, knowing the answer already. "I want to. I gotta see it."

Dex mumbled something to himself. "...Yeah. We're gonna do it, right?"

"..." Brian sighed. "Megs, can you leave me and Dex alone? We'll deal with Necrozma later, but I need to talk to him."

"Got it. Will try to look for the orb again." Meggie grimaced, and nodded, before floating away.


Brian watched her go, still sitting. He grumbled and sighed. For as much as he said he'd talk to Dex, actually doing it proved to be hard. Harder than he thought and wanted.

So Dex decided to break the ice between them. "I assume the talk isn't ye askin' me out, Goggles."

"W-What?!"

"I mean… I know I'm buff an' all, but I ain't a 'omewrecker." Despite his words… Dex flexed his bicep. "That bein' said, what's wrong?"

"F-For starters, I'm not into guys!" Brian shook his head. His face was entirely red. "A-And! Nothing's wrong with me! I just wanted to talk to you cuz I wanted to check in!"

"Check… in?"

"Look…" Brian breathed in and out. "Look. I wanted to say thanks… for being here, joining the team and all. Hope you don't feel like you're being tossed around."

Dex crossed his arms, raising a brow. "...I ain't."

Now he had to step back and wonder about it. "I been wonderin' if I've been 'elpful at all, actually."

Brian blinked, then fell back as he laughed. Laughed so much he was crying. And Dex was left shocked, and to be fair, a little offended, not that he'd ever tell his friend that.

"...Goggles?"

"S-Sorry! But dude, you literally took on that bug on your own! If that isn't helpful, I doubt anything is. You're my friend, and you're Meggie's friend. Don't worry about being helpful! You always are!"

To that, Dex chuckled, standing up as well. He pulled Brian closer, into a hug. A very tight hug. So much there were bones popping.

"W-Wait! Wait! I'm not healed yet! S-Stop!"

"Hah. Yer a wimp, Goggles." Having said that, Dex put him down. "Seriously, though. Thanks. I've seen a lotta things on this journey. Dungeons, places, cities. Hell, even a god!"

"A god, huh…" Brian looked away, appearing to be a bit somber.

"Shit. Sorry, Goggles…"

"Yeah. When I invited you into this, didn't expect it to be so dramatic. Kinda feel like I should apologize for that."

And now they were both apologizing. For different things, of course. The two locked eyes, and Dex almost prepared to hug his friend again. He was stopped… by Brian taking the initiative.

"O-Oh…" Dex's eyes widened, but he returned the hug. "Hah… guess this is nice, huh? Huggin' me friends…"

"When I'm not being popped like a balloon, it is." Brian retorted, keeping the hug going. "Seriously, sorry for dragging you into this mess. I know you met my brother before, otherwise this would be a terrible first impression."

Dex finally pulled away, just to shrug. "Bein' fair, me first impression o' 'im was... weird."

"You gotta let me know!" Brian grinned. Or rather, smirked. "How'd you two meet?"

"That's a story for another time, Goggles." Dex smirked back at him. "An'... gotta say I don't mind bein' dragged to this."

But he still looked away. Clenching a fist, Dex muttered. "Uh…"


"Uh… what?" Brian asked, pouting. "Oh, you're not gonna be one of those broody "I don't wanna talk about my feelings" kinda guys. We're friends, we're teammates. What's wrong?"

"Hey, c'mon, don't pressure a guy into sayin' all his life problems!" Dex pouted in return, still looking away. "...Fine. I don't think I'm a 'ero like ye an' Popsicles. Hell, even Pup."

"Hero…?"

Brian sat again, and while he stopped pouting, he was pensive. He saved the world, maybe, and had some recognition. "I'm not a hero like my dad and uncle. I mean, maybe I am some kinda hero, but they're bigger. And you? You're like us. But you don't need to be a hero if you don't want."

For a moment, Dex wasn't sure how he should respond. Mostly, because he never even considered being a hero. All he wanted was to see the world.

"Here's the thing… I dunno. I wanted freedom, freedom to be me, y'know?"

Brian nodded. "That's a very common dream. One thing I learned when growing up was that it's okay to not have a dream for tomorrow. It's alright."

He paused to let it sink in, and to gather his thoughts. "And while you don't need to be a hero, that's not really a requirement."

"It ain't…?"

"Hell no." Brian shook his head and shrugged. "The only requirement is being our friend. That's just it."

"Being… yer friend."

Was Dex having an epiphany? A world of thoughts exploded in his mind, things he never thought were possible—he didn't need to be special or strong, just be their friend!

"I… I got it. I think. Being yer friend. An' I even helped y'all with this." Dex took a deep breath, his voice turning calmer. "...Help, eh? Alright then, Goggles. I'll be real with you fer a second."

"Feel free."

"I was considering leavin' y'all. Goin' back to me old life, y'know. Jugglin' job after job." Dex admitted, and Brian quirked another brow. "Hold on, Goggles. I said considering. Now I ain't gonna do it. Because… even if I can't be a 'ero, I can still help me friends. Mates. Y'know?"

Brian took that in and couldn't help himself; he smiled. "Thanks for telling me the truth, Dex. I appreciate it. And I appreciate you staying with us. Doubt we could've gotten this far without you."

"Hah. Sounds good, then." Dex offered a paw… and then a closed fist. "Friends?"

"Friends!"

The two bumped fists, and then laughed it away. Brian knew he could use the help, and Dex knew he needed friends.

And now they had each other.


Meggie went back to the hideout, holding a large bag with, as the smell revealed, a lot of meat. And she came just in time to see the other two hugging things out.

"Oh. That's new," she giggled, floating closer. "Couldn't find the orb, but hey, got something for us to eat."

"Popsicle, I love ye." Dex pulled Brian aside and licked his lips, getting ready to eat.

After giving the food to Dex, she turned her focus to Brian, giving him one, stuffed in a stick. "Now… what was the occasion? I know Brian loves hugging, but what was that all about?"

"Goggles an' I 'ad a 'eart to 'eart!" Dex said in between chomps, rubbing his teeth on the wooden stick. "Nice, ain't it?!"

"Ew." Brian rolled his eyes, and ate normally, at least when compared to his more voracious friend. "He's right, though. Was a fun chat. Still couldn't get the answer of how he met Lance."

"Told ye it was a story fer another day!"

"So I've heard!" Brian pouted.

"I see." Meggie took her part of the meal, biting into the meat. "...So we're stuck here, since Brian can't finish the entercard, and we can't find the orb."

"Why not get a boat?" Dex finished his meal, using the pointed stick to get some food that remained between his teeth. "Cuz, y'know, used to be a sailor. Then we can get outta this hellhole."

Brian raised a finger to protest, but instead, covered his face with a paw. "...Goddammit. I forgot about boats. We can do that."

"True, and I forgot too!" Meggie shook her head.

"But before we do that," the Zoroark stated, eyeing his girlfriend. "I wanna see what's going on at the castle. Megs, found anything yet? Like, on your trips."

"All I could find was…" Meggie paused, her hands shaky. "Necrozma is looking for prisoners, criminals, actually. What he wants them for? I have no idea. But if you consider the beating he gave us…"

"Doubt it's anything good, or for the sake of the world…" Brian added.

"…Or whatever nonsense he's spoutin'." Dex concluded. "Meanin' we gotta do somethin' about it, right?"

"Right." Brian stopped eating, just looking at the meat in front of him. "Either Necrozma knows we're here and doesn't care, or he doesn't know… yet. We'll need to bet on the second option if we wanna stop whatever he's doing."

Meggie grimaced. On the bright side, it was nice seeing Brian being more positive. "So, planning phase?"

"Planning phase."

"Plannin' phase!" Dex roared, beating his chest with a fist. "I'm leavin' that to ye two. Just lemme know if ye need someone to punch people."

"How charming." Meggie giggled. "Alright, Brian. Let's do this. Then, we can work on getting out."


"Hiyah!"

Lilith landed on her feet with a powerful kick. Necrozma dodged it, but she still had energy left in her, instantly, rushing ahead with a flurry of punches. But… her attacks were random, like she didn't know where she was aiming.

"Hmph. Impressive! I should've asked for a fight earlier!" Necrozma said as he blocked punch after punch. "You're far faster than him. Quick, agile. I like that!"

"However…"


Necrozma, after blocking another punch, and then retribution with a kick of his own, right on Lilith's stomach. She coughed, falling behind. The strikes weren't over, as he jumped, this time slashing at the air with his claws, launching a psychic attack towards Lilith.

"Gah!" Lilith rolled to the side, avoiding one slice, and then jumped out of the way.

While she was mid-air, Necrozma fired a sphere right towards her, striking the Lopunny's stomach, making her screech in pain and fall to the ground, flailing around.

"You're sloppy. And scared. I doubt you even looked at me." He said, shrugging. "I didn't even need to block."

Lilith remained on the ground, panting and groaning. "What…? B-But… why? You could've done nothing. Why block?"

"To prove a point." He closed his eyes, feelers twitching. "And why did you not look at me? Am I that scary? Or are you… perhaps having second thoughts?"

"N-No! I'm not…" she shook her head. I'm not! I'm not… am I? No. I wanted this. I wanted him.

Necrozma nodded, and offered his hand. "There is no need to be afraid, Lilith. Is this about me taking your light? Well, forget that. Don't be afraid. We will save this world, and we can't allow fear to take over, my dear."

The two last words were said with intonation as Necrozma rubbed Lilith's chin with his claws.

"Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, my Lord."

"Good, good." Necrozma rubbed it again. "What a nice subject… your efforts to resurrect me will not go unnoticed."

"T-Thank you. I appreciate—" Necrozma then grasped her neck, tossing her back.

"However, I want my opponents to fight me at their full strength. And you failed to do that. Tsc, tsc… what to do…"

"...With you?"
Necrozma grinned, preparing another sphere. Cracks were spread all over the sphere.

"Fine." Lilith stood up, panting. She touched her emera, being enveloped in a light of her own, and turning into her mega evolved form.

"Ah. Very well. I do wish I could use it on myself, but alas. The vessel is far too weak." Necrozma cracked his neck, firing the attack.

Lilith disappeared in the blink of an eye, appearing right next to Necrozma, kicking him on the face. Once… and again! She kept kicking, watching the sphere fly out of control.

At first. It bounced off of the air, and hit Lilith's back, sending her behind Necrozma. She screamed, turning her body around and jumping forward, towards Necrozma.

"I'm winning this one!"

"Hah! As if! There was never any chance of you winning!"

Lilith backflipped, and while she was at it, with her arms on the ground, lunged herself forward, trying another kick.

"Heh!" Necrozma blocked with an arm, shoving her back.

"I still have some fight left in me…" Lilith grinned. "And when are we trying to find your friends?"

"Not my friends." Necrozma sliced the air, producing another blade. "And soon! After this spar, as a matter of fact."

Lilith jumped to avoid the slice and landed on her feet, cracking her knuckles together. "Alright. Let's keep going! I'll do my best!"

"And yet… you'll still lose!"


"An' what's the plan?"

Dex leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Hours had passed while Brian and Meggie were planning, scheming. They were whispering to each other, at the center of the warehouse.

"I can't use my illusions that well, still tired." Brian rubbed sweat off his head, adjusting the goggles. "Anyway, my plan is—"

"Me!" Meggie said, spinning around as snowflakes fell beneath her. "I'm distracting the guards. I'm quick, and the guards are dragons. Aaaand…"

Dex tilted his head. "An'?"

This made the lovebirds to both sigh at the same time, in sync. Brian sighed, pointing at Meggie.

"Megs is gonna distract the guards—not with her charms. Anyway, this will make a diversion. A distraction, and this'll make us able to invade the castle."

"Ooooh…" Dex opened his mouth, surprised. A switch had been pushed, and now he knew what they meant. "We're kickin' ass, Goggles! Fuck yeah!"

"That's the plan!" Brian fist bumped with him again.

Boys… Meggie sighed. "That's the plan. I'll join you guys once you're inside, and we'll take it from there, right?"

"This is good, but... what're we supposed to do once we're there?" Dex raised an arm to ask. "Cuz like… they'll know it's us. And we can't fight Necrozma, so what's the point?"

Meggie dropped to the floor immediately, groaning to herself. "God… damn it. We didn't account for that, did we?"

"No…" Brian was equally shocked, left curled up on the ground.

Dex scratched the back of his head, sighing. "Look, I may not be as smart as ye two, but I 'ave... an idea. We just wanna find out what's goin' on, right?"

He saw a double nod from his teammates.

"We don't gotta do all of this today. We can just… use today to see what the guards' routines are. Then we go when the guards aren't there, an' we investigate."

Meggie blinked. "...That's actually really clever. Why didn't we think of that?"

"Dunno. Distracted, I guess." Brian shrugged. "Still… not a bad idea. We could even use the time to help me recover. And I can illusion my way inside…"

"Right." Meggie held his hand again. "Guess we should take it easy for the rest of the day, and we can uh… cuddle. Yes, cuddle."

An' now I'm suddenly the third wheel. Dex blinked. Can't even booze my way outta this, huh?

"Yeah, let's rest." Brian sat down, yawning. "After this is over, we're going on a vacation, Maybe to a nice tropical island… with hot springs and bakeries…"

A long yawn was heard inside the warehouse, coming from Brian, as he rubbed his eyes. "Yup… definitely a beach. Even if Lance hates sand. He's just gonna have to deal with it."


Another day rose, the sun making its mark on the sky. Necrozma, in particular, was enjoying this, basking in its light by keeping his window opened.

This is not as good as the other source of light, but it works all the same. Necrozma thought, extending his arm, reaching out to grasp the sun… not that he could. And vessel… can you sense it? We're connected, you and I.



No reply.

Hmph. Your will is just as weak as I thought. Don't worry about it. I will deal with everything for you.

Then, he heard something. A knock on the door. Sensing that it was Scar, Necrozma shrugged.

"Just enter already, subject."

And he did as instructed. Scar opened the door, bowing to his God. "...Sire. Two days ago, you told me you know where your vessel's teammates are."

"You want me to tell you."

"Yes. They have interfered enough. Not to mention the Zoroark has acquired Darkinium-z."

Necrozma grinned, spinning around in circles, while still sunbathing. "Oh. Whatever shall I do? I could humor you. I certainly could. But should I?"

"Sire…"

"Do not interrupt me while I'm thinking." He glared, paralyzing Scar in place from fear alone. "Hm… should I, should I…"

I cannot sigh. I cannot show any emotion. I must… wait it out. Scar thought, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

He didn't look at Necrozma, but the legendary Pokémon was considering it. More than he thought he would. The fate of Lance's friends was in his hands. So how… or why didn't he decide yet?

Am I hesitating? No, it cannot be. It must be… something else.

Necrozma looked back at Scar. "Very well. At a warehouse, an abandoned one. Two to three blocks behind the merchant avenue."

"...Is that so?" Scar breathed a sigh of relief. "If I may ask… have heard nothing, even with the guards. Was this the work of mister Williams?"

"Indeed, it was. The vessel "let them off your hook", as he put it. So the guards never let you know."

"I see." Scar stood up, taking a deep breath. Even possessed, Lance made things hard for him. "I will go there myself. We will get Darkinium-z back, my Lord."

"Sure, sure. Get it or not, I don't particularly care." And so, Necrozma waved him off, letting the Marowak go on his way and do what he wanted.

"Mm. Thank you, my Lord." Scar bowed once more, leaving the room.

Necrozma was left alone, and with a simple thought: why not reveal their location sooner?

Hm… I'm sure you're not here anymore, vessel. This must be a side-effect of taking over. We ARE linked, after all.


Brian woke up with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. Meggie was laying on his lap, and he gently pushed her aside, to stand up and stretch his arms. To be honest, he wanted to do nothing and laze around all day.

Things—fate, perhaps, had other plans. Brian was on his way to kiss his girlfriend, when a bone was launched, only barely missing him, before turning back towards the door.

Its owner was obvious, and Brian got on all fours, putting his goggles on. "Meggie! Dex! Wake up!"

Scar grabbed the club, setting it ablaze with green flames. "Hello. I believe you have something that belongs to us."

Dex snapped himself awake and ran next to Brian, roaring and clenching both fists. Meggie flew upward, preparing ice shards to strike when needed.

"Oh, you mean this?" Brian flashed the bracelet. "...Nah. Think I'm keeping it a while longer."

"Buddy." Max cracked his fingers, electrifying his fist. "You really don't wanna do that."

"Oh yeah?!" Dex wrapped his body in water, rushing in… and then expelled the water like a jet towards the Electivire.

"Bah!"

Max blasted the water with his electricity, vaporizing it in an instant. Dex just stuck out his tongue and fell back, looking at Brian.

"The plan, Goggles?"

"...Hit them really hard?"

"Sounds fine to me!" Meggie floated up, spinning and launching shard after shard of ice towards her enemies.

Scar blocked a few of the shards, but for the most of them, he simply dodged. "There is no need to fight. You are all tired. Just gives us the crystal and we will leave you alone."

"...Fuck off." Brian roared, launching flames of his own.

"Tch."

Scar let the attack hit him, swinging the club to dissipate the fire around him. "Lilith, Maxwell. It seems we must fight after all."

"Already on it!" Max roared, clashing fists with Dex. Neither of them wanted to budge, the clash launching sparks of electricity towards the Floatzel.

Being a water-type, it hurt him, but he kept pushing forward, ignoring all the pain in order to win this fight. Those were his friends being attacked, and he wasn't about to let it happen.

Lilith dodged the shards and kicked others, slowly making her way towards Meggie. The ghost focused her energy, forming a sphere of pulsating water.

"I'm gonna be real with ya, Meg. You should've stayed human!" Lilith jumped, her body turning dark in pursuit of her opponent.

Meggie received the brunt of the impact, but used this opportunity to blast Lilith back with the water attack. Lilith fell to the ground, managing to dodge another shard.

And Brian kept launching blades towards Scar, who dodged them all, his gaze fixated on them.

"Hm. I feel as if we reached the point where I should stop asking nicely."

"Really?! What makes you think that?!" Brian hopped to slash him with his claws, and Scar once again dodged.

"Really."

Crrrrrrrk!

A portal burst open from the sky, tearing through the space, and Necrozma hopped out of it, landing on his feet, feelers twitching.

"Hey."


Brian stared at the thing that took his brother away. His fur frizzled up, his teeth were bared, and his claws were pierce, crackling with energy.

"Give… him… back!"

Even the crystal was glowing. One would think this was impressive, and indeed, they all stopped the fight to look at him. All except Necrozma, who focused on closing the portal.

"Awww, but I'm having—" Necrozma cleared his throat. "So much fun, bro!"

"You… Y-You…" Brian jumped, roaring, tears falling from his face. He clawed at Necrozma, who laughed away at the attacks, even letting himself be hit by some of them. This was funny, hilarious!

"Brian…" Dex frowned, which made him an easy target for a punch coming from Max.

Next, Scar noted he didn't really need to fight anymore, and it was probably for the best to let Necrozma handle the entire thing.

"Keep going! You're doing great, bro!" he kept shifting between his voice and Lance's, and every time he did, Brian struck with more power—with anger, with sheer rage.

The Zoroark said no words, letting his anguished screams do all the talking he needed. Everyone stopped fighting, just to see this. Whatever this was.

And the longer they fought, the brighter Brian's crystal glowed. Eventually, it covered half of his body. Necrozma made a mental note to actually dodge the attacks, opening a portal behind him and entering, only to leave at Scar's side. Brian was left panting, surrounded by his friends. He was still screaming.

"Seems like you guys needed some help, by the way. And what better way to do it than with my gracious presence?"

Max retreated, pulling Lilith with him so they could both stand next to Scar.

"Guess we could use some help…" Lilith said, shaking her head. "Alright. C'mon, just give us the crystal!"

Brian tapped it, trying to pull it off—to access Darkrai's power once more. "No… I'm not giving it to any of you! We're all going home! Lance included!"

"Home, eh?" Necrozma closed his eyes. "You mean Thornwell? Or Bright Dawn? Either sucks, but really, none seem fit for someone of my caliber. To be entirely honest…"

"You should've fled when you had the chance."


Brian stepped back, by instinct. His heart skipped a beat. "...I'm saving you, Lance. I'm getting you out of there!"

"We're outnumbered and outmatched." Meggie added. "We have no way of escaping, too…"

Scar hummed. "Yes, indeed. Outmatched. Now, will you please give us what we asked for? I know I mentioned not asking nicely anymore, but I truly do not wish to prolong this fight."

"Tch… Goggles, we didn't find any orb, did we? Could've escaped by now…"

"No, Dex. Not really…" Brian trembled, refusing to look at Necrozma any longer.

"Oh. You guys want to go home? Hm… alright, then! Let's make this a roadtrip!"

Necrozma snapped his fingers, opening a larger portal. This one was different, as it sucked air from the outside into it. Not content with just air, the gate began sucking objects from inside the warehouse, growing bigger.

"This is a one-way ticket! We're all going… home."

It crackled before sucking everyone inside.
 
Dungeon 59 - Home

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 59 - Home

"Whoaa!"

Brian fell through the portal, crashing right against a hard, wooden surface… and hearing it crack under the pressure. Not like he had time to react, seeing the figure of Dex about to join him.

He rolled to the side, watching the Floatzel fall where he once stood. Brian knew he dodged something nasty.

Except it wasn't over yet. The portal was still open, and inside, energy was crackling, shoving Meggie out of it. Brian did something this time, standing up to catch her.

"Oof!" Meggie said, noticing the fluffy fur she was next to. "O-Oh, Brian! You're alright…"

"Yeah?" Brian blinked, looking around to see he was in a living room—his living room, back at his apartment. "The portal—Dex, watch out!"

Dex grumbles awake. "Goggles... wha?"

He screamed, jumping back; Max had fallen too, followed by Scar, who was tossed towards the wall, and Lilith, landing right in front of the door.

They had all been transported; all except—

"Hello!" Necrozma fell from the portal, but his landing was far more gracious than anyone else's, on his feet, and with a gratuitous bow. "Thank you, thank you! My performance has been done through years of practice!"

"You!" Brian dropped Meggie and got on all fours, snarling. "You brought us here!"

To that, Necrozma touched his chest, lowering his head. "Ah! The tragedy! I did exactly what you wanted! How awful, little brother!"

"Stop… calling me that!" Brian, not quite knowing what to do, grabbed the remains of his table and threw a large chunk towards Necrozma.

Who simply punched it into smithereens. "C'mon, now you're not even trying, bro!"

"Guess what, rock candy?! He has friends!" Dex stood up, roaring. "Popsicle, the others are knocked out, this is our shot!"

"Warn before tossing me, Brian…" Meggie shook her head and floated, readying the water again. "Now, where were we? Right. It's round two!"

"Two? Does our encounter at the warehouse count as two? If so, this is the third one…" Necrozma shrugged. "Not that any of you care."

Brian snarled, baring his fangs at the monster that took his brother, sparks of fire appearing in his mouth, although not yet on the verge of striking. "I don't care! We'll defeat you, and get Lance back!"

"You're starting to sound like a broken record." Necrozma looked up. "I will say this again: none of you stand a sliver of a chance against me. I am the messiah. I will save this world."

Dex raised a brow. Not ready to attack, and weakened… he could only keep Necrozma busy with questions. "The hell are you talkin' about?!"

Necrozma closed his eyes, snapping a finger, and then lifting his right arm, pointing a finger to the sky. "I will walk the path to heaven, to rule over everything. That is… what the world needs. All your fates will belong to me."

It only left him more confused. Dex turned to Brian to see if he understood any of that, but the fox shrugged it away. However, he was starting to sweat; every bit of Brian's face was sweaty.

"Save the world," Brian repeated. "...Me and Lance wanted that, once. To turn despair into hope, to protect those in need. You spit in the face of his ideals."

The entire comment was ignored by Necrozma, who shrugged it off.

"Now… here's a fun suggestion for you, while these idiots are unconscious. By the way, I did that." Necrozma materialized a sphere inside one of his paws. "Run."

Brian took no time to decide, grabbing Meggie and rushing to the window. "Dex, c'mon!"

"Gah!" Dex turned his tail and followed Brian. A reasonable thing to do.

Until they jumped out of the window, and into the city.


What came next was a blur. Moved by nothing but adrenaline, the trio ran out of the alleyway, into the streets. Running, running without any intention of stopping or of looking back. Brian held Meggie in his arms, sweat dropping on the ground, while Dex shoved aside any passerby citizens that dared cross their path.

One was a Kecleon, another was a rather large Duraludon, but Dex managed to push him with relative ease. They passed through carts, through a band singing on the street, and still kept going.

"G-Guys!" Meggie clutched Brian's chest so as to not fall off. Floating was a conscious decision, and with how they were in a hurry, she wasn't sure if it was possible. "We need to find a place to stay! And rest! Uh… restaurant?! How about a restaurant?!"

Dex was already looking for one, to the best of his ability, considering they were running like a bunch of crazy people. His eyes went to a food cart, with a Malamar as its host. "There, y'all!"

With that in mind, Brian stopped running to catch his breath, and his arms wobbled, struggling to hold Meggie any longer.

"M-Megs…"

"It's alright." Meggie floated away from Brian and panted, also catching her breath.

Dex stopped last, rubbing sweat off his face. "We ran… a good deal, guys. But... uh, I think the Malamar's starin' at us."

They turned to the vendor, who was indeed, staring, while cutting a few pieces of Luvdisc to serve for a Wigglytuff nearby.

"...Y'know, now that I think about it, maybe I'm in the mood for seafood." Brian said. "Also, this is in the middle of the street, but which street? Where are we?"

"On the bright side, we're home," the Froslass added with a cough. "...Can't believe I missed this."

"Speak fer yerself, Popsicle. This place's stupid."

Dex took a look around. The tall buildings and complexes had been left behind. Now, all they could see were multiple small buildings crammed together. They didn't look particularly sturdy, nor very clean. The walls were slowly crumbling, and debris littered the streets.

"...Ah, now I see why it's stupid. We're at the lower ground. Or, me home."

"Lower ground. Huh…" Brian blinked. At least they could rest for a while, and eat. His stomach even growled! Maybe he was hungry after all. "Alright, so here's the plan… we eat first, and decide stuff later, alright?"


Malamar gave Brian a cone with ten cut bits of Luvdisc, along with a bottle of sauce, should they want to. He paid for it, and then walked toward his friends, holding each of the cones, handing them to his friends.

"Thanks, Goggles."

"Not my favorite, but—" Meggie bit into the food, humming to herself. "Nevermind, it's good."

"It is, ain't it?!" Dex grinned.

Brian was having his share of the meal in silence. Everything in the last few days had finally started to take its toll on him, and even his back was heavy, like he was holding a mountain all by himself.

All my fault… all my fault. Brian trembled. All my fault…

"Goggles! How'd ye like it?" Dex asked, snapping his finger right in front of Brian's face. "Goggles?"

"Oh, huh?"

Now they were staring at him. Instead of answering, Brian could only mutter and whisper, dripping with sweat. His head shook, and his vision blurred. Voices, faces, his surroundings; Brian saw nothing, just munching on his food… and on the cone.

"Brian! Wake up!" Meggie leaned against him, hugging the Zoroark as tight as possible. "...Let's calm down, alright? Calm down! Breathe, Brian, breathe…"

"Goggles…" Dex joined in the hug. "Ye 'elped me too, alright? So I'm gonna help you too."

"T-Thank you…" Brian breathed in… and out. In… and out. And leaned into the hug. "I… I'm scared. What're we supposed to do?"

Dex kept hugging his friends, eyeing the merchant, who had gone back to staring at them. After a snarl, Malamar ignored it.

"...Aight. We can stay at me place," he said. "Pup doesn't know where it is, so rock candy won't know either."

"Your place? He doesn't know?" Brian asked, in-between breaths. "...That could work. Megs, what do you think?"

Meggie didn't move, hugging her boyfriend, even while she thought about the idea. "...I don't mind it."

"Alright. And… guys." Brian took another deep breath. Thinking about how to save his brother. How to turn everything back to normal.

Was it even possible? The entire situation was so complicated. There was no telling how to even start. Sealing Necrozma again? He'd need the other two crystals for it. And maybe help from Xerneas; if they managed to get there in the first place.

Dex pulled away from the hug to finish his meal, grumbling. "Ye kept starin' at us this whole time. Somethin' on yer mind?"

"...Not yet, but we'll figure it out." Brian went back to the food. "Thanks for staying with me. Dex, Megs."

Meggie looked into the distance, coughing as she saw smoke coming from one of the factories. "Rest, then figure out. That's the plan, right?"

"Right, right." Brian smiled sheepishly, showing his teeth, with the food stuck in them.

"Gross."

"Aight." Dex stretched his arms, chuckling. "Should I lead the way, then?"

For now, Brian was focusing on calming down. To better handle the situation, he needed a clear head. Even if his brain told him to drown everything in alcohol.

"...Lead the way, Dex."


"Urgh…"

Scar opened his eyes and groaned, bobbing his head around. Even moving took a huge amount of effort. It shouldn't, but that was the case. Why?

I must… remember. We were at the warehouse, starting a battle, then Lord Necrozma appeared, and—

…The portal!
Scar realized, eyes widening. Necrozma threw them at the portal! And the trip must have knocked us out along the way.

In this case, where was he…? At a house. And the others? Scar hardly needed to look very far, seeing a groaning Max waking up, and Lilith complaining about a headache.

"Boss? Fuck… this is the worse hangover I've ever had." Max stood up, barely, only to fall on his knees. "God…"

"Someone threw us—" Lilith stopped, seeming to have the same thought process as her leader. "Necrozma did it to us?"

"Bingo!"

He appeared rubbing a towel on his chest—coming out of the bathroom, for sure. Necrozma threw it aside and clasped his hands together, grinning. "It's lovely seeing you three again!"

"Sir…?" Scar groaned, finding enough strength in him to bow. "I do not understand. Why send us here? Why knock us out in the first place?"

And one by one, the three all bowed to him. Necrozma blinked; at first it was very flattering, but now he just thought it was a waste of time. Nonetheless, it struck his ego a bit.

"Hell if I know." Necrozma bit a lip. With him doing so many things despite not knowing the reason… he had a few guesses as to why. Hmph. Vessel, vessel… you're not making this easy for me. You're there, influencing me from the inside, aren't you?

Once more, Necrozma received no answer. However, this time it made him clench a fist. Once I deal with them… I'm visiting you, vessel. You WILL answer me.

"Anyway. I wanted to test how far I could warp,"
he admitted, opening a small portal, just a little larger than a coin. "Figured using the vessel's memories would be a good starting point. Also, this town stinks. It has so much smoke you'd wonder if it isn't run by Koffing."

"That's just the factories, s-sir." Lilith said, looking down. "...But now that we're here, what are you planning on doing?"

"Perhaps we could use the prison," Scar proposed, standing up and rubbing his chin. "It is larger than Cydonia's, by far. However, if you have no influence here…"

"I might need to fight more people. And that would be a giant pain in the ass. Not because I can't do it, but because it would be a waste of my time."

Scar sighed. For such a powerful being, Necrozma could be quite a handful. "Hm… would you like to remain conspicuous? Or would you rather travel back to Cydonia?"

"There is… something I must deal with myself. After I deal with it, I will come to a decision. Leave me be. I will be in the vessel's room."

Necrozma groaned, turning his back on them and entering Lance's room.


The inside was left just as when Lance left. His books were neatly organized on a shelf, his bed was made, and the windows were opened to let air inside. A simple room, for sure. Just the way Lance liked it.

Necrozma sat in the vessel's bed, closed his eyes and focused, causing his feelers to twitch and glow with a violet aura that slowly spread to cover his entire body.

Alright, vessel. I'm not sure if you HAVE influenced me for the last few days, but that's what I intend on finding out. Let's see what your—our mindscape looks like, shall we?

The aura remained in place as Necrozma focused. Had his eyes been open, they would be glowing. Instead, he was concentrating. Using his psychic energy to travel inside their mind.

A relatively easy feat to accomplish. Some therapists were specialized on doing these sorts of trips. For a psychic as powerful as Necrozma, it was a walk in the park, and hardly required any formal training.

So it didn't come to any surprise that only minutes passed at most since he started the process, and he was already on his way.


Once he was inside, Necrozma took a look around the place, the inside of Lance's mind.

The entire place appeared to be going up a large hill. Up in the sky, Necrozma saw a starry night, with multiple tones of purple lighting the entire area. But perhaps, the most striking thing was the collection of swords on the ground, all the way to the top of the hill.

"Quite dramatic, aren't we?" Necrozma chuckled. He himself had a flair for the dramatic, a trait seemingly shared with his vessel.

As for how he looked, Necrozma was his true self: a large crystal creature, the same way he was born, the same way he left the cocoon. He began climbing up the hill, following the trail of blades. They seemed to be unlimited.

"Hm…"

Necrozma made his way to the top without any effort at all, and chuckled at the sight in front of him.

Two swords stood parallel to each other, wrapped in chains that led to two arms. Lance's arms, cuffed and bound. His snout was covered by a muzzle.

"Vessel. It has been a while."

Lance didn't say anything. After all, why would he, being replaced by perfection itself?

"Have you been influencing me…?"
Necrozma walked in circles. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Never killing Lance's friends, warping them back home, everything. "It had to be you."

"This is disgusting. I needed you alive, you know."
He leaned closer, holding Lance's head with a large hand. "If you die, I die. Like I said, we're connected. But to think you were able to make me do all those things…"

All he heard was a growl. Necrozma chuckled at the display.

"But in the end, that's all it is. Influence. I can and will overcome this influence. You will be nothing. Again."

Lance snarled, trying to lunge in, but the chains held him back. Necrozma just shook his head.

"Tsc, tsc, tsc. Who knows… if you behave, I might even let you out for a bit. But for now… You stay put like a good boy, will you?"

He asked, knowing well enough that Lance could not answer. Necrozma turned his back and grinned one final time.

"...Know this. I am a merciful creature. You, too, have a place in my world."


His eyes opened. For a moment, they flashed, growing red like the Lucario whose body he was using, but the glow faded in seconds. Necrozma looked at himself, flexing the fingers on his right paw.

"Hmph. I was right."

Now, to test things. Necrozma stood up, moving arm after arm, then a leg, then another leg. Even flicking his tail. All parts responded without any delay or resistance, as if they were truly part of him. And they were.

Testing whether his thoughts were still being influenced or not was harder. There was no way of knowing by himself; a fact that made him snarl.

Blasted vessel. A mortal should not have done such a thing. I graced him with MY power, and this is how he retributes? Disgusting.

Necrozma leaned against a wall. For all his power, changing the past was never part of it. That was another legend's job. He could at least recognize that.

Fine. If I need to test this with the subjects, then I will. Don't get cocky, vessel. You're not even worth naming…

A name. Necrozma scratched his chin. Yes, yes! A new thought arose—he should acquire a name of his own. Not right then, but a thought for the future.

Well, this does make my decision better. I don't care about your friends, vessel. They're free, for now. But once I'm done… the entire world will be me. I did say I'm merciful, they can enjoy their little lives while it lasts…

Necrozma opened the door with a kick; now with a joyous expression, and with a cackle coming out of him, although he wasn't sure which part of this sequence of thoughts amused him to that point. Not that it mattered.

I have another decision, hm. Sadly, this body needs food and water as much as I need light. Oh well, it's a stepping stone.

A flash of an exploding kitchen played in his mind. The fire spread even to the outside of the house, and a Lucario hurried Lance—by then a Riolu—out of the residence. Clearly, Lance was a terrible cook.

Whoa. That was embarrassing to see. No wonder you depend on Brian so much…

Good thing he wasn't Lance. And good thing he had a recipe in mind, though it was for a liquid instead of actual food. And to make it better, there were test subjects waiting in the living room.


Lilith, along with her two compatriots, were doing their own thing. By that, they were waiting for Necrozma. She leaned against a wall, very next to the door, rubbing her arm.

…I'm not afraid. I can't be afraid. Him almost attacking me was justified. I should live for him, and die for him. That was fine! That was fine…

She gulped, watching Scar meditate, sitting and with closed eyes. Talking, whether to him or to Max, would distract him. Instead, Lilith was left on her own, to think for herself.

Even if it wasn't fine, everything will be in the future. Because that's our goal. We'll sacrifice our freedom to assure the world ushers in a new age. My thoughts— She bit her lip, trembling. My thoughts… they're worthless unless they benefit him. That's the truth. So… suck it up, Lilith! You're embarrassing yourself!

Oh, how she wanted to talk about this with the others. But between Scar's emotionless response and Max's constant nonchalant attitude, it was like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. One hard rock, it seemed. Because the more she thought, the more Lilith found herself back at the first question: was it worth it?

It has to be. Dedicated years of my life, studied… just for this. Now that we did it, I'm… disappointed? Scared?

Lilith cursed herself for this weakness—this inability to decide things. Necrozma, or perhaps even Scar, would tell her to leave the thoughts aside. Moving forward, she could leave all the thinking to Necrozma. And perhaps that was what she should do.

"Baaaack!"

Her attention shifted to the opened door, to the possessed, prismatic Lucario walking towards them, the signature grin on his face.

"Hm." Scar opened his eyes, standing up. "My Lord."

Max yawned. He managed to sleep for a little while. "Hello, my Lord."

Unlike the others, Lilith took longer to greet him. She gulped, but put on a happy face. "Greetings!"

"Alright, so… I've come to a decision." Necrozma clasped his hands. "Tomorrow, we'll go after them to take Darkinium-z back."

Scar hummed, nodding. "Very well."

"Today… I'm hungry. And thirsty. So I want to brew something for us."

"Brew…?" Max tilted his head. Could it be beer? He hoped it was beer.

"Coffee. The vessel's terrible at cooking anything without burning the place, but it seems he's decent at coffee making." Necrozma flicked an arm, cackling. "And, while this world will soon end, I wish to see some of the things it has. Which seem to include coffee."

Scar blinked. My Lord has… curious decisions. But alas, I will respect them.

"So… just wait. I'm making one for each of us." And Necrozma snapped a finger, twirling it up and down. "Hm… yes. I have some recipes in mind. It'll blow your world away, heh!"

Scar, for some reason, shivered. This had to be good… even if it wasn't, he'd have to agree. "Understood. Maxwell, Lilith?"

The other two nodded, though Lilith's nod took longer to come.


Meanwhile, Dex ran ahead of his friends, showing them the way. They passed through a particularly smelly street, full of trash. Then, they went through an alley, hopping through boxes and dodging trash cans. Was this the optimal route? Probably not.

"Follow me!"

"We're already doing it!" Brian panted, looking up to see Meggie flying without using much energy at all. "Well, now I'm just jealous…"

"Tehee~!" Meggie giggled, spinning around. "You'll just have to catch up!"

"Hah! C'mon already, Goggles!"

At least they were having fun. For that moment, nothing else really mattered. Brian even forgot about the whole thing with Necrozma, focusing on following his friends.

"Aaaaand…"

Dex hopped out of the alleyway, grinning. He raised a fist in the air and flexed, pointing with his other arm to the house behind him. Meggie joined, pointing with two arms instead.

She continued to giggle. "Been here before. Dex, may you introduce my boyfriend to your place?"

"Aight... yer welcome to me place!" Dex smirked, laughing out loud. "Just, uh... ignore the neighbors. They suck."

"Duly noted." Brian rubbed the back of his head. "So, let's go?"

"Aye, aye."

With a nod, he entered the house, followed by his friends.


It was messier than the last time Meggie was there, and there were… less things? A sofa, torn to shreds. Bottles of beer on the ground, luckily, none of them were broken. At least the windows were open, so they could breathe properly.

"Kitchen's on the first door to the left. Nothin' fancy like yers, Goggles." Dex admitted, shrugging. "Bein' fair, I just kinda go out to eat most o' the time. But… gonna try to make somethin' fer ye two."

Honestly, Brian was going to offer to cook, but granted, he didn't know how the kitchen was. Considering the state of his (apparent) living room, Brian thought best not to know.

"I'll just stick with Megs for now."

Dex waved them off and went inside the door he mentioned. So Brian went and sat on the couch, sighing in relief.

"Last few days were tiring, but I think we can rest… for now, I guess?"

"Hm. Yeah, probably." Meggie sat next to him, leaning against his arm. "We really need a vacation."

"Who would've thought being a hero was so exhausting?" Brian chuckled, and gazed at the bracelet in his arm. The crystal was still there, pitch black, other than the symbol in it. "So! Megs—"

"You're not thinking of using that thing, are you?" The Froslass glared at him, so cold Brian felt the temperature drop. "You know what it did to you back then."

"Well aware! But I just have this feeling, this… I dunno, hunch! A hunch that this will be different!"

And Brian backed away from her, paw touching his arm. "Trust me on this! It'll work out! And if it doesn't…"

"Is this when you ask me to beat you up if something happens?" Meggie deadpanned, groaning.

What were the odds something bad was going to happen? She judged them high, based on everything this adventure had so far.


"Maybe it is, Megs. Maybe…"

Brian continued to stare at the crystal… mesmerized by it. "Look, this power… it's what we need. It's our only shot at taking Necrozma down!"

"Is it? We defeated Morgan with just—" Meggie stopped, looking away. "Well, Lance was evolved, but you get the idea!"

"Exactly!" Brian shouted, panting and groaning. He whined, lowering his voice a little. "...Didn't he go berserk the first time? This was the same. If I try it again… I might be in control."

That made Meggie reconsider her thoughts on this. If they could conduct an experiment to confirm this, then she would be fine with it, but…

"We don't have any evidence for that, and we can't test it. I was barely able to help you last time."

"Ah…" Brian's ears drooped down. There had to be a way, any way for him to do this and don't lose control. He just had to think! Thinking was his specialty, so it shouldn't even be hard! "There's… dad. Him and uncle are strong. If there's anyone capable of stopping me, they're the 'mons for the job."

"Your dad. And uncle." Meggie repeated. She considered that. They were both in this for longer than team Liberators was. Stronger, too. So if they could help him… "Maybe. If you can contact them, then this might be a good plan. In the meantime… well, I don't know. Maybe we can try meditating."

"Aw, but I hate meditating! It's such a waste of time!"

"Doubt it," she pouted. "I'm still here to help you through it. Not an expert on it, but we can try something? Do you remember how you felt back then?"

Before Brian replied, he thought about it. When he was possessed, Brian focused on protecting the crystal, keeping it away from Necrozma's hands. The "dungeon" he created was proof of that. And Darkrai—what was left of him, gave him the instructions. It just happened that they clouded everything else, so he went berserk.

"...Powerful. And that I had a mission. My goal was to keep it safe. To prevent Necrozma's revival." Brian said. Not joking, not laughing or smiling. For once, he was serious. "Except that's not possible anymore. I wonder if that'll change the mission if I use this thing."

"Hm. It could be, but you might get even more protective." Meggie hummed. She didn't feel anything of the sort when holding onto the ghost crystal, but that was because she had the bracelet.

"Wait! Wait…" Meggie closed her eyes to think. "If I can remove it, nothing will happen to me. We can probably do some experiments with it. I'm something of a scientist myself."

Considering the other scientist they knew, Brian thought she meant it as a compliment.

"Alright. So, hm. Let's make a promise. You'll stop me from going berserk…"

"...And you'll do your best to prevent that. Got it."


Back at the apartment, Scar waited for the coffee, and decided to spend the time meditating again. Though he could smell the beans going inside the machine, hear the water boiling… and smell something much, much sweeter. It almost—no, it was definitely the smell of honey.

Hm…? That hardly sounds plausible. What is he doing?

"Smells kinda nice…" Max said, sniffing the air. "Sure he's making coffee, Lily?"

"Uh, yeah. It's what he said, right? H-Haha!" Lilith smiled sheepishly, still next to the door. "Must be something he's making as a side dish!"

They heard more sizzling, along with the boiling. It wouldn't take too long for the "coffee" to be done. But there was another sound, something more solid, followed by the distinct smell of chocolate.

…Just what is Lord Necrozma doing? Scar thought. Meditating seemed like a faraway idea now. "Whatever it is, I doubt we will need to wait for long."

He forgot to add "brace yourselves" to the speech, but Scar ignored it. Surely, Necrozma was brewing something to their taste, right? Right?

"Aaaaactually, I might take a few more minutes. Half an hour at most!"

"I… alright." Scar muttered.

Just what the actual fuck is he making?! Max kept it to himself, but the smell was driving him insane. Most of it belonged to things he enjoyed, but he was under the impression Necrozma was combining them together.

"Uh…" Lilith gulped. Thankfully, her fear was replaced. By what? Curiosity.

"On second thought, wait outside. The smell's giving it away! Hush, hush! Out with you three!"

They all looked at each other as Necrozma came bursting from the kitchen, shoving them aside and out the door, closing it in their face.


Half an hour finally passed, and Necrozma opened the door for them, still grinning. He was wearing an apron, dirty with a red paste, that smelled like beans. What did he make…?

"M-My Lord…" Scar gulped. He could smell… something. "W-What do you have in store for us?"

"Bah! I can't describe it! You'll just have to try it out for yourself! Tastes great for me! But I'm built a little differently, so who knows how you'll find it… anyway, follow me, subjects!"

Max rubbed the back of his head and barged in; his teammates following behind him. Necrozma, of course, was up ahead, opening the door to the kitchen.

"Come on, come on!"

A shiver ran across everyone's spines, except Necrozma. His grin never seemed to falter, not even for one bit. Finally, he entered the kitchen, presenting their meal on a large table, with enough chairs for six Pokémon.

Perhaps what drew their attention the most was the pan at the center, containing a large fill of spaghetti. Which would be fine, if not for the amount of chocolate chips that were spread across the pasta, and the sauce. The sauce… it smelled like honey.

"Oh." Max said. It was all he could say. "Oh."

"I… I see." Scar gulped, sucking up every thought inside his mind. "Hm, I see."

"Ah," the Lopunny smiled, looking at her teammates. Like Max, she could only react one way: by smiling.

Next to each chair was a plate and a large mug of what appeared to be coffee. Scar sat down and picked the mug, getting ready to drink.


However, he found out it wasn't as black as normally. Instead, there was a distinct red tone to it, and its consistency was thicker, much thicker.

"What… did you prepare, exactly?" Scar asked.

"Judging by the vessel's memories, he seemed to enjoy coffee. I never tried it before, so I brewed black…" Necrozma stuck out his tongue, hissing. "Disgusting. I don't know why you lot can drink it. So I added my own spin! As for the pasta… well, chocolate tastes great, and I felt the sweetness of the honey would compliment the spaghetti!"

Scar nodded. Instead of complaining, or doing anything to upset his Lord, he took this as a trial. As a way of testing how much he was willing to go for Necrozma.

"Well, I suppose we can take the time to eat. And tomorrow…?"

"Tomorrow, Scar, we take back what is rightfully ours! For now… eat up!"
 
Dungeon 60 - Mortal

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 60 - Mortal

It was another peaceful night in Bright Dawn. The entire population of the city was unaware of what was happening, or going to happen in the future. Due to this, they were able to continue with their peaceful lives, and with the stroke of midnight, most were inside their homes already.

For Lilith, the silence of the night was deafening. She looked out the window, watching the empty streets without much reaction at all. Even that room was boring—Lance had too many books, most of them fiction.

Her feelings were suppressed—as they should. This life they had was worthless, and would soon be replaced by a better one. Such was the way of the Blinding One.

I already know that, but… why do I feel different? I don't wanna have doubts!

She sighed. Everyone else was busy; Max was doing his research as usual, Scar was meditating, and Necrozma…

Necrozma was in the kitchen, like most of the day, despite saying a few days ago that they would do something about team Liberators. She bit her lip, surely, they wouldn't die, right? Necrozma mentioned the three having a place in His—his—His world.

I… do wonder how he's gonna do it. What does the crystal mean? How did he get it? Maybe I oughta ask, couldn't hurt. The shiver in her spine said otherwise. …There has to be a reason.

Lilith continued to watch the city through the window. A slow creak behind her was ignored, along with the shadow the light from outside the room cast towards her. It was like she was paralyzed, from top to bottom.

"Ahem."

It was Scar, clearing his throat, hands folded on his back. "Greetings, Lilith. I would like to request your presence. Lord Necrozma has prepared another "meal" for us."

"Saying he prepared might be overestimating his skills," she groaned. Last time, it was a miracle none of them threw up, save for Max. The Electivire enjoyed it, somehow.

Scar huffed. "Do not say those words to Him. You know what He will do if you displease Him."

"Yeah, yeah. Get my life sucked out. Got the memo before." Lilith nodded. …Can't say I like the thought. Or many of the thoughts I've been having for some days. Emotions, feelings… I shouldn't be having them, but I am.

"So, shall we go? I, err, hope this meal is at least a little bit better than the last one He did." Scar added, shivering as well. "...Judging from the smell, it might be something fried. Which I hope will not end up burning this place down."

Lovely. Lilith thought, turning and leaving the room. On the bright side, eating such ridiculous food could help her get distracted from all the doubts and worries clouding her once crystal clear judgment.

As soon as she was outside, she heard… sizzling. Likely from all the oil being used. "...Yeah, I hope it's an improvement."

Though I doubt that's gonna happen.

"Well, we shall see. Come, Max is already there, we cannot waste time."


"Welcome."

Necrozma had a platter in his hand, putting it down on the table; his tail flicked.

"Heya, Lilly." Max waved, already taking his place in a chair. As much as he wanted to eat already, his Lord requested to wait for the others.

"Greetings, my Lord." Scar bowed, only then taking a seat.

Take it easy. In and out… Lilith waved. "Greetings."

She sat down and waited. Necrozma looked at the three, grinning, with two fangs sticking out of his snout as he clapped his hands together. "Today I bring you something that I didn't even know I was craving! Fried cookies! With ketchup!"

"...Really? Nice." Max rubbed his stomach, licking his lips. "I'm interested. What do we have to drink?"

"Tea with some syrup mixed in, song with chocolate sauce. Vessel seems to enjoy tea way too much." He winced. "I thought it was rubbish, nothing more than hot leaf juice. So take this as a way to teach him a lesson; it's his fault I'm craving this crap."

"I see." Scar said, mentally sighing, taking as much care as possible not to upset Him. "...Well, thank you for the meal, my Liege. I am sure me and my comrades will enjoy it as much as you."

"Speeeaaaaking of comrades," Necrozma sat down, preparing his plate of cookies, and already shoving three of them inside his mouth at once. After chewing them down, he continued. "What's the story behind you and that Lopunny, Scar? I'm curious. After all, I know that you spent years, decades searching for me."

Scar didn't even flinch, not even as he ate that wretched culinary mistake, and drank the sacrilege of a brew.

"I knew someone was releasing me sometime. However… where does she fit in that timeline?"

"I, u-uh…" Lilith shoved a cookie down her throat to prevent herself from talking.

"If you allow me, my Liege." Scar nodded. "I can explain, after we are done feasting. May I?"

"...You may." Necrozma raised a brow. "Regardless, I'm waiting with great interest. You weren't the first to try and free me, you know? There have been countless others. Sadly, they all failed."

"Speaking of that," Max had eaten half of the batch of cookies, and finally took the time to drink his tea in a single gulp. "I need more intel. Can't figure out the best way to get you your light back without more info. I thought about getting the Awakening Emeras from that one town. Could work."

"Awakening…" Necrozma seemed to stop, peeking into Lance's memories for a moment. "Ah. Those things; they belong to Xerneas, that old hag."

"Belong to her?" Max tilted his head. "If I may ask, what do you mean by that?"

"Each of the pantheon members was given something, an item to protect. Mine was this crystal." And he showed it to them, still colorless. "Xerneas… she was tasked with the "awakening", as you put it. As well as being the bridge to any dead humans that were given a second chance."

Scar held back the urge to wince after hearing "second chance". He knew Xerneas would never accept his request of bringing his family back to life, even though she could.

"Dead humans, eh?" Max scratched his chin, grinning. "Heard 'bout them. Some people consider them myths, some believe in them. Obviously, we met that one Froslass, so we know they're real… interesting."

"W-We met Xerneas, too." Lilith said, forcing a frown. "And she's strong. Do you think she's gonna try to stop you?"

"Xerneas…" Necrozma looked away, but then he grinned. "We never saw eye to eye. Yes, I doubt she's letting this happen without interference."

Not once did he seem scared, or fearful. If anything, Necrozma was excited about the prospect.

"However… I am more than capable of fighting her. And actually, I might just do that, she has a lot of light that belongs to me."

"Hm…" Max crossed his arms in thought, nodding along. "Gotcha. I'm gonna see if I can find the best way to get you your light, and one that doesn't take too long."

"I do wanna go back to Cydonia…" Lilith muttered.

"All in due time, my subjects…"


Past midnight. Past midnight and Brian wasn't sleeping. He couldn't, no matter how much he tried to. He moved around on the sofa, kicking the blanket, then picking it up to wrap himself in, then kicking it again.

Nothing could keep his mind off the parasite that now lived in their home. Not Dex, and certainly not Meggie. So what could he do?

Brian gasped, sitting down and checking the bracelet. Maybe you should talk to me…

Maybe it was strange that he considered chatting with an inanimate object that contained the essence of a nightmare bringer, but what other choices did he have?

…I wanna fight to get him back. Can you… can you please lend me your power? I can't do this on my own.

Much to his shock, the crystal began to glow, as if replying to him. Brian rubbed his eyes and opened his mouth to gasp. Then… I'm gonna go to the apartment, I'm gonna fight him and take my brother. Is that alright by you?

Once more, it glowed. Brian took that as a sign of approval and put the bracelet, clicking it into place. Just as light is not always good… darkness is not always evil.

His friends were sleeping; Brian sighed. Once they were back, Dex and Meggie would surely complain, but once they saw Lance again, this would all be fine. Surely.

I'm… bringing you home, Lance. Wait for me!

The crystal glowed once more, and Brian's head started to sting. Surprisingly, not in a bad way. Instead, it was like information was being sent directly to his mind.

Oh… oh! That's a great plan! I'm gonna try it!

Brian slowly opened the door, letting the night's light enter the building, and then walked off into the city, running as fast as he could towards his destination.


"I'm alone, eh?"

Necrozma sat at the sofa, sighing. His precious subjects were headed to sleep, although maybe Max wasn't, depending on how long it took to plan things. Even so, Necrozma hardly cared, he had no doubts of his eventual success. Even if it meant fighting every other legend that was still active, he'd succeed.

"Guess I could do some resting. Meditating? Bah! The vessel has some weird habits… but I do wonder how he's doing. Nah, not my problem."

As he said it, Necrozma smiled. After the chat with Lance, he didn't find any strange thoughts, other than the food, but even that was enjoyable, considering he didn't eat like a regular Pokémon would. Of course, not having such resistance was incredible, even if he had any, it wouldn't be much of a problem.

It was then his ears flicked, hearing creaking from outside the door. The floor creaked, and Necrozma, out of sheer curiosity, decided to sense the auras around him.

"Hm… nothing unus—wait."

A ball of phantom energy burst the door apart, nearly hitting him, Necrozma tilting his head to dodge the attack.

Out of the smoke and the remains of the door, Brian stood in all fours, fangs bared, claws ready for an attack.

"Little brother."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Brian snarled again, showing the crystal with him. "...I'm here to end this! But not in my home! Let's fight somewhere else! Somewhere with no victims! Just you and me!"

Necrozma laughed, clapping his hands. "Fascinating! I never expected a request like that coming from you, bro! I thought you were waaaay more into mechanical things than fighting!"

"You don't get to call me that."

Brian, instead of acting out and attacking at the first chance he got, took a deep breath. If Lance was there, he'd say something along the lines of "don't be reckless, you need to strategize." Because of this, Brian didn't move.

"...Let's get out of here. Use one of those portals or whatever, just get us out of here!"

"Hm." Necrozma folded his arms behind his back, smirking. "And now, why would I do that? Why waste my precious time and energy with someone who can never compare to my glorious self?"

If asking directly doesn't work, then… Brian flashed a grin at him. "So what, you're scared of me? A lowly Zoroark?"

Necrozma flinched, now facing him. "I do not fear anything, brother. You'd be wise to watch your tongue. Frankly, you should be happy I spared you and your friends."

It made the fox shiver, but Brian kept his posture. Showing weakness? No. He had to be strong.

"Then fight me! I'll show you what I can do!"

"...No." Necrozma stated, raising his head to scoff at his vessel's brother. "A request such as yours would only happen if you were capable of hurting me. So, brother, no. I will not fight you."

"Tch." Brian really hoped it didn't have to come into this, but now he was out of options.

Raising his arm, the Zoroark tried removing the crystal of its prison. "Okay, then!"


"The fuck's happening—"

Just as Max opened the door, he saw a sphere being tossed right next to him, landing on the wall. His eyes darted to the living room, to Necrozma… and Brian.

"I remember that. Darkrai's spirit is inside, isn't it?" Necrozma flexed his claws, taking a mental note that he'd have to put more effort into this.

Brian continued to blast sphere after sphere, most of which were either dodged or countered by an Aura Sphere. Just so he could have the time to remove the crystal.

C'mon! You said you'd lend me your power!

…Though "said" was probably a stretch, since the jewel didn't do anything other than glow.

"I'd suggest giving that thing back, brother." Necrozma sighed. "You're messing with forces you don't understand."

"Indeed." Scar left his room, and was about to take action, when—

"Stay out of this, Scar." He snarled, preparing to fire a sphere at his subordinates. "This is between the two of us."

Brian took another deep breath. Settling things with a parasite… how he hated this. How it was infuriating. Anger, sadness, despair. All emotions inside him, as Brian removed the crystal from its containment.

A flash of red and black aura overtook him, but this time, it wasn't as painful. If it was, Brian knew the pain of losing his brother far exceeded whatever the crystal was doing to him.

"Tch. Powered-up or not, it's just Darkrai, a minor legend compared to the likes of me. Hell, even Kyurem would be a better adversary."

"Shut up!" Brian snarled, dissipating all the aura. Once more, he was overtaken, his mane growing and turning as wispy as before. This time… this time he was fully aware of his surroundings. His breaths sounded deep, wild.

"Scar, Max. And Lilith, wherever she is—stay out."

Necrozma decided not to wait for an answer, jumping in to slash his brother.

"I said…" And Brian cleared his throat, slashing the air with as much of his type's energy as he could, launching Necrozma backwards. This was the first time he managed to land a clean hit. "Shut up! Now will you fight me?!"

Necrozma crashed on the sofa, breaking it in half. However, he stood up, laughing at the pain. Aside from a small scratch, he looked fine, and with the booming laugh that came out of his snout, Necrozma was livid. "Oh boy! This hurts like hell! But… honestly, I live for the pain! Bring it, brother!"

"I'm not your brother… I'm stopping you, right here, right now!"

"You're welcome to try!"
Necrozma extended an arm to the side, opening a portal, deciding to think of where they should land. Considering his opponent, there was no better place than the one he picked.

Necrozma jumped in the portal, and with another snarl, Brian jumped to follow him.


As he hopped on the other side, Brian heard waves crashing in the distance, turning his eyes to see the place his brother always went to when he needed to be alone: Thornwell's beach.

"All the way back…?" Brian blinked, still looking at the ocean. It was still night, and the moon shone in the distance. He had no time to admire the scenery, however. "Why this place?"

"What better place, brother?"
Necrozma flicked his hand, grinning. Letting a loud whiff of air inside, he smiled. "You wanted to fight somewhere empty, and I figured… this was the best spot."

"Ah…"
Brian let his mane swish in the wind, wispy like the Pokémon his power came from. He snarled, eyes focused on Necrozma, and only Necrozma.

The prismatic Pokémon raised an arm. "Now, can we do this already? I'm not interested in—"

Brian jumped, a gust of sand tossed behind him as he advanced, ready to slash the parasite he was facing. Necrozma clenched his teeth, blocking the slash with a crystallized arm, but unlike before, this attack was much stronger.

Curious… where is he taking all this power from? Is it rage that's powering him? Such unbridled fury… how fascinating! Necrozma lifted the arm he was using to contain the attack and blasted an Aura Sphere at point-blank, tossing Brian back.

Though he was blown away, it was only for a moment, as Brian quickly got to his feet and hopped again, preparing two slashes, faster and stronger, strong enough that Necrozma had to use both of his arms to block them.

"Urgh… impossible! A mere mortal should not possess this!"

"This "mere mortal" wants you to shove it!"
Brian took a large breath, unleashing a powerful stream of flames that staggered his opponent and forced him to open a portal to send the attack elsewhere.

Necrozma shivered. His arms trembled, burning, as did his fur. However, the shiver stopped, replaced by more laughter—or rather, cackling. "What a sinful creature! Your form is a mockery of a perfect being such as myself, and of my former comrade."

"I doubt he likes you that much, from the little of his feelings I can sense…"
Brian huffed, rubbing sweat off his face as he put on his goggles. "Not that I'm complaining! This power is just what I needed!"

"You should thank me for it, then."
Necrozma cackled again, flexing both arms. "The crystal you so desperately hold on to was created from me! Imbued with Darkrai's power, but it was mine! I was merely reaching out a hand!"

"That's why… you're a mockery."


Necrozma prepared another sphere. "No matter, I will deal with you properly!"

Now he takes me seriously…
Brian sighed, but he was hardly tired. With his energy and wounds healed, the Zoroark was ready to fight until necessary. Which might take a while…

Brian cracked his neck and got on all fours again, preparing to pounce, but instead, another flamethrower was released, clashing with the sphere Necrozma launched.


And Necrozma remained in place, watching the flames and the sphere dissipate. He groaned, then his eyes widened. For starters, Brian was gone.

Secondly, there was a change of scenery. Instead of a sandy beach, he saw and recognized the inside of Lance's house. Their house, with their father, Nick. Not just that, but in front of him, a Riolu and Zorua were sitting on a couch, watching TV.

"You…"

The two were happy, with the remote between them. Lance picked it, only for Brian to bite him and get the controller to himself.

Necrozma laughed. This was Lance remembering this instance, and the second he realized it, he shook the smile and laughter off, clenching a fist.

"This is an illusion, this isn't real. And more importantly, I don't care!"

The Zorua hopped off the couch, transforming back into Brian as he punched Necrozma straight in the face, hs fist crackling with energy, and soon a blade of dark power shoved Necrozma back.

"This is… one of my precious memories. One of the moments I shared with my brother. And you spit on it! I can never forgive you!"

"I'm not asking for your forgiveness, brother."
Necrozma stood up. A bright flash of red light covered the area, and the scenery changed once again.

It was black and blue. Multiple Riolu were surrounding him, all looking exactly like Lance, headband and scar included.

"Stop this! This is an illusion, I—"

One of the Riolu grabbed Necrozma's arm, and it was real. Its paws were fluffy and warm to the touch. Necrozma's eyes widened as he stared, dumbstruck.

"This… you're using Darkrai's power. With it, your illusions are boosted, aren't they?"

"FoRgIvE."
The Riolu said, staring at Necrozma. All at once, every Riolu said the same thing, their eyes black and cold.

A melody of cries deafened him, never once stopping, not for a moment. And Necrozma resorted to covering his ears, all in an attempt to stop the voices from talking to him.

"An illusion, it's all an illusion! That's why I can say…"

He shivered, if only for a moment.

"...Zip it." Necrozma created another sphere and blasted it on the ground, dissipating the illusion to reveal Brian lunging at him, just in time for Necrozma's body to glow purple, before bursting into light that shot his opponent back.

Brian rolled on the ground, but quickly got to his feet, spitting a single drop of blood on his side. "What's that attack even supposed to be? Psychic? How can it hit me?"

"Photon Geyser."
He answered, aura spiking and turning purple. "I am a god, brother. Hitting a dark-type is nothing to me."

"Geyser, huh? Sounds to me like you have serious arrogance issues. I'd get that checked out if I were—"

"Enough."
Necrozma blasted another sphere, and once it hit Brian, the Zoroark dissipated in a red flash.

"...What?!" If that was an illusion too, which part of the fight was real? He had to sense it! Necrozma started to focus on the aura around him, to figure out Brian's next move…

…And everywhere had his signature. The entire beach. Was the beach itself an illusion?


No. It couldn't be. Necrozma was strong enough to detect any illusions that came his way!

"You were right about one thing…" Said Brian, his voice coming from somewhere… and nowhere in particular. "Darkrai did make me stronger."

And a powerful attack struck Necrozma's back: another Shadow Ball, Brian finally uncloaking himself as he roared, pressing the attack as much as he could.

As he did so, the area he tried attacking began to glow purple, and a prism formed to protect Necrozma, taking in the damage, slowly cracking until it was destroyed, and Necrozma fell on the sand.

Brian was left panting, but focused his energy in cloaking himself again.

"You wretched fool…!" Necrozma stood up, groaning. If Prism Armor hadn't been activated… no! I can't think like this! I. Am. Necrozma. I am a god.

Another flash of light enveloped the area, this time changing the stage to a cave, full of magma. Necrozma began to sweat, from… heat? How was there heat involved?

Tch. So not just my sense of touch… he's even making an illusion of temperature.

Bursts of flame came from everywhere at once, but Necrozma was ready. His body glowed, and beams of light shot towards all the fire, dissipating the illusion in all of them except one; the one directed to his face.

Necrozma shot a sphere that set the flames apart until they dissipated, and with it, the cave. Brian was on all fours, with that glow in his eyes… fury, again.

"I'll admit this. You're smart, brother." Necrozma said, chuckling. On the inside, his turmoil kept going, but he didn't dare show any of that. He kept the charade and display of confidence. "Perhaps there is a better use for you."

He offered a hand. "Join me. I can give you the world you truly desire."

"...Huh?"
Hearing that, Brian stopped, seeming to consider it. It. The venomous words that came from a monster, a parasite. And maybe there was some degree of truth in them, or at least he hoped there was.

It's a trick. And I dunno enough about this guy to trust him. Meaning… I gotta stick with the plan. Brian looked at his hand, the crystal stuck to it. Meaning I gotta make him tired!

"So? Will you join me, brother?"


Brian's heart skipped a beat, and he replied with a roar that ended on a volley of Shadow Balls towards his opponent.

"Ah. How… disappointing." Necrozma extended his hand forward and opened a portal, sucking all the spheres to it.

Behind Brian, a second portal appeared, shooting every single one of his attacks back to him. The Zoroark groaned, hissing in pain after each strike.

"D-Do you remember… that day?"

Brian punched the ground, creating another flash and changing the area once more. They were at the edge of the city, bags packed and ready to leave.


Necrozma flinched, looking around at all the grass and trees, and at the sign indicating the exit to the city. "The day… we went on our journey."

Did I get through to him…? Brian thought, looking at him… brother? Parasite? He didn't know yet.

"Ah, yes, I do remember," he said, looking at himself. "I… no! I'm… no!"

Brian muttered something to himself and prepared to strike again, when Necrozma staggered, stepping back as he looked at himself, trembling and checking his surroundings.

"You fool! Get away! Get out! I'm taking charge here! So stay put, you damn mutt!"

I need to do this again…
Brian focused on his illusion, changing it in the blink of an eye to… the road outside the city, and materializing a carriage nearby.

"Do you remember? This was our first mission together, we saved that Zebstrika from a pack of feral Mightyena."

Necrozma—Lance—whoever that was, flinched again, looking at the transport they once used.

"I… remember."

The Lucario, if he could be called one, stopped every movement to look at the carriage, then at Brian, then back at the carriage.

"We've really come so far, haven't we, Lance?" Brian whined. "Met so many people, we fought, triumphed, and now… now I'm saving you."

"Save."
He said, Necrozma's voice again. "I don't need saving."

Necrozma blasted Brian back with another sphere, snarling. "This was impressive, you managed to bring him to the surface, if only for a while… but it ends now."

"Hm… worth a shot."
Brian prepared to fight again, whining as he looked at the thing that took his brother away. He blasted the illusion away, bringing them both back to the beach.

"I'll admit, you've done well so far, for a mortal." Necrozma closed his eyes and lunged, a psychic blade materialized, rushing towards Brian, cutting through the sand like it was butter.

Brian dodged by rolling to the side and ran ahead, baring his fangs, before creating a blade of his own, but it was pure black.

"Hmph!" Necrozma replied with his blade, the two attacks canceling each other out in a bright purple and black explosion.

He didn't want to leave any opportunities for Brian to recover, so Necrozma charged, grabbing the Zoroark by his neck and shoving him to the ground, pinned by his crystalline arm.

"U-Uwargh!" Brian squirmed, trying his best to escape Necrozma's grasp. "L-Lance! I know you're there! Listen to me, I-I have a plan!"

"Whatever plan you may have, it's pointless!"
Necrozma pressed down tighter, starting to choke the Zoroark.

"L-Lance, Lance, please! You're my brother!" Brian let the tears fall, not that he could stop them even if he wanted to. All he did was lock eyes with Necrozma, hoping to pull through. "I-I… I love you!"

Necrozma's eyes widened again, and amidst the chunk of rock that formed the helmet on his face, a single tear formed. He removed his grasp on Brian, stumbling back.

"I-I… what? W-What is this?!"


Brian groaned, seeing this was the opportunity he needed. There would be no other chance.

I need to take this one!

"What… w-what did you do?!"
Necrozma hissed and went for a punch, but Brian disappeared in a flash of red.

"Sorry, but I'm the one ending this!"

Brian reappeared… not once, but three times, two copies of himself materialized as he ran in circles around Necrozma, both to confuse him further and to make an opening for the next strike.

He's tired, I'm tired, so this either works, or—I'm not even thinkin' it!

"Back off!"
Necrozma fired a sphere at one of the copies, but it was nothing but an illusion, so the attack simply went through.

Meanwhile, Brian put his hands together, forming a crimson and black ball between them. He kept running with both copies, kicking the sand as much as he could.

This is… for you, Lance!

Brian jumped, launching the ball towards Necrozma as fast as he could.

It was a clean hit, exploding in contact with the legendary and enveloping him inside a bright aura of black and crimson. Necrozma extended his arm to try one final attack, one last-ditch effort… but his eyes grew weary and tired the longer the aura was active.

"Y-You… want to make me… f-fall asl—"

And he fell backwards, asleep. Brian panted, falling to his knees and dispelling the copies. "That was the plan… all along. I needed to tire you out."

Which kinda sucks, because I'm also tired!
Brian shook his head. This wasn't the time for doubts! Now, for step two, and the one I have no idea how it works…

Brian stood up, walking and sitting next to Necrozma. With a paw, he touched Necrozma's helmet.

Okay… this—well, I hope it won't hurt, but I'm getting inside that nightmare. Brian took a deep breath and focused all the power he had, on the energy he sent, and how to connect to it.

Which was hard to do. Mostly because he had never done it before. Brian focused on the power, on how to bridge with it. To make things easier, he tried remembering Lance, and all the times they had, made real by his illusions from earlier.

His paw started to glow, and Brian exhaled. Was it working? He didn't know… and that made him shiver. Not wanting to give up just yet, Brian continued to think of his brother, his paw glowing brighter.

I'm… getting closer, I can feel it.

Brian kept going, calm and easy. Rushing would surely make things worse, or make them end in failure. Failure which he didn't need or want.

Finally, his paw grew brighter than ever before, consuming his entire vision. Brian was pulled down by something, pulled inside of Necrozma. He almost sensed a hand. Lance's, perhaps? Whatever it was, he did it!

And everything went black as he cheered himself for a job well done.


"Where…"

Brian opened his eyes, seeing himself at the bottom of a large, grassy hill. There were swords spread all around the area, even going up the hill.

"...I can't say I know much about mindscapes, but this is a mindscape, right?" Brian then looked at himself; normal, no Darkrai attributes. His voice was also normal, and not as deep as when he had the power. "Okay, this is kinda interesting, but man is it weird."

Thunder echoed in the background, forcing Brian to look up at the bright, purple sky.

"Okay, that's a nice view, but I really gotta find my brother," he sighed, almost wanting to stop and catch his breath. Did he have breath in that mindscape place? Too many questions. "Maybe I gotta climb the hill… it does look like the one from back home. Man, I can't wait for the vacation…"

As he climbed, Brian took a few moments to check his surroundings, in case any creepy things happened, like Necrozma showing up out of nowhere to attack him. Now that would be bad.

Slowly, the swords were getting closer to each other, and Brian, closer to the top. He even heard a shaky breath, making him run instead of walk.

"Lance?! Lance! Is that yo—" Brian stopped right at the top. His brother was, indeed, there.

Chained, muzzled, and with swords on his back. Even his bones were visible, and his fur was messy.

"Lance!" Brian said, rushing to his side. "Lance! Thank Gods you're alright!"

"Mmmph. Mmm!"

"Right, the muzzle. Sorry!" Brian leaned closer, ripping it off and watching the material fade into nothing. "O…kay, that's weird. But at this point, what isn't?"

"B-Brian." Lance said, his voice weak and frail. "You're… y-you're here, how?"

"Darkrai. Seems he helped me out this time," he replied. "Now let's get you outta here! I dunno how long he's gonna be asleep!"

"N-Not… not for long. Listen, Brian." Lance tried to go for a hug, but the chains stopped him. "I've… I've been fighting all this time, trying to break free. It hasn't worked out that well."

"Yeah, I noticed. That's the whole point of me being here!" Brian managed a chuckle, already working on releasing him from the chains.

"...Tch. You came all this way just to help me? Why? You know I'm a monster—"

Brian shook his head, looking at his brother's eyes. "You're not a monster, Lance."


A wall of silence stood between them. Lance didn't reply, looking down at the ground. The swords on his back stung, and he winced. Part of him wondered if this was the punishment he deserved. It certainly was, no doubt about it.

"...How can you say that? After all I've done."

"I know the real you." Brian said, stopping his work on the chains to sit next to his sibling. "The you that's hidden deep inside all the trauma and PTSD. My best friend. A kind soul that wants to help everyone he can."

Lance sighed, clenching both of his fists. The swords continued to sting, and seemed to be deeper inside him.

"I don't get it. I've killed, Brian. Back when I was kidnapped, it was for my survival. But after I left—"

"Stop." Brian sighed, shaking his head. "I know that. And… and I'm sure there's a way for you to repent. Nothing's impossible, Lance. We can find a way. As long as you're willing to change…"

Lance closed his eyes and chuckled slightly. "I am. When you give a speech like that, I can't just say no to you."

"Heh. I know. By the way, where is this place?" Brian took another look around. "...Can't say I know much about the inside of people's minds."

"I'm not so sure myself, it appears to be some sort of mindscape. I'm not sure about the swords and chains, though. Perhaps Necrozma—"

Right then, a bright flash of white covered the sky, turning it from purple to violet. Hearing it made Lance wince.


"...He's coming back." Lance shivered again. "Brian, you need to go—"

"Hush. I'm gonna work on the swords, they must hurt you a lot!"

Another flash of light erupted in the sky, this one taking longer to fade.

"You need to go. If he finds you, he might take you over too."

Brian immediately shook his head. "What?! And leave you here?! No way!"

"I'm not risking it, Brian! Just you being here… it helps, okay?" Lance made no effort to escape the chains again. "...I know you'll find a way to bring me back, but I can't risk losing you!"

"And I can't—"

Lance, using all the strength he had, pulled Brian close for a hug. The Zoroark yipped, before returning the gesture with a low whine.

"You're not losing me. We're… pulling through, alright? Now go! Go back to the others! We'll find a way."

Brian reluctantly pulled back from Lance, rubbing some tears off his face. "There's just one problem, we're at the beach in our hometown. D'you think—"

"I can influence him." Lance said. "I… might try to influence him to open a portal to Bright Dawn. Will that work?"

"...I guess. Isn't there another way?"

"I'll try my best to influence his thoughts from here, while you figure out a way to free me from the outside, okay?" Lance said, closing his eyes. His feelers twitched. "Go. I'm working on the portal now."

Brian sighed. First he had to figure out how to go inside, now he needed to find out how to escape. According to what the crystal told him, he needed to reverse the process.

So, slowly, Brian began to engineer his way back; instead of focusing on his brother, he thought of the beach, of the sand in his feet, of the breeze—all things of the outside world, perfect for him to return. His body started glowing, fading.

"Lance… I'm happy to see you again. I'm coming back for you, okay?"

"Brian… go!"

Sighing, the Zoroark continued to think, dissipating from the realm just as another flash of light erupted.

Once outside, Brian saw the portal home—his other home, and Necrozma, still asleep. He looked at the creature one more time and hopped in, leaving him there.


As soon as Necrozma opened his eyes, he saw a portal disappearing.

"That… damn it! He escaped from my clutches! And how dare he make a fool out of me?! Blasted Darkrai!"

Necrozma clenched a fist, standing up and panting. As much as he denied it, he took a substantial amount of damage during that fight.

Unbelievable. Unbelievable that someone like him was hurt so much. Necrozma snarled, his aura flaring up. "I… commend you, mortal. You surprised me. But that was nothing but a miracle—it will never happen again."

And YOU, vessel—I don't know what you talked about with him, but surely it can't be anything GOOD. I'm really going to shut you up this time, hmph.


He shook his head, ignoring any thoughts for the moment, and deciding to calm down first. Easy. This isn't bad, if anything, it just shows how powerful I am. I survived, after all.

Necrozma opened another portal, aiming at the apartment back in Bright Dawn.

It seems I will need to do things quicker, vessel. You and your brother forced me to, but it hardly matters. Once I'm done, nothing will matter anymore. All the world will be enveloped in light. If you can't see that, then I'll just have to MAKE you see it.

Nobody replied to him, though Necrozma didn't bother with waiting for any replies. All he wanted was to go back and rest—rest, him. That thought was disgusting, but there was nothing that could be done.

So he jumped in, ready to return home.
 
Dungeon 61 - Father

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 61 - Father

Brian managed to land on his feet and groaned, removing the crystal from himself and inserting it back into place, the aura transferring from his body into the crystal.

Note to self: never try something like this again.

He looked behind him, the portal slowly fading. Now that he wasn't running for his life, Brian realized how it didn't look like a portal. Rather, it appeared to crack into the air itself, like a rapture. It was nothing like a gate produced by an entercard.

What he noticed next was the clear, blue sky. Light blue, no longer midnight. Which meant he spent hours during that battle. Which also meant his teammates were likely awake, and once he saw them, they'd start a lecture about responsibility, recklessness and other things.

Oh no.

Luckily, the streets were still empty, so it was probably very early in the morning. It didn't stop him from getting an illusion ready, until—

A Lucario walked towards Brian, his expression soft… but it wasn't Lance, nor Necrozma. His grayed fur, his visible fang were the first signs: this was his father.

"Brian," he said, ears twitching. "You just jumped out of… that thing. And I was just on my way to your apartment. What happened?"

"Dad!" Brian charged forward, pulling the Lucario into a hug. His father was taller than both him and Lance. Unlike the younger Pokémon, Nick did have a spike, one that Brian was careful enough not to touch.

"You sound upset." Nick rubbed his paw on Brian's mane, softly. "...What happened, Brian? Did you find your brother?"

He shivered, his entire fur poofing up. Brian held back tears, but he sobbed anyway, slowly nodding, but otherwise saying nothing. And Nick knew the answer from that alone.

"I… found out terrible things on my trip. Let's get inside, and you can tell me everything."

"N-No, Dad! I… we're not there anymore. Can you follow me? I… I'll tell all I can!"

The two kept the hug, with Nick in particular staring at the building in front of them, frowning. I have a bad feeling about this… but I'm trusting Brian on this one.

"Very well." Nick answered, pulling them apart. "But I want to hear every detail you can tell me. I'm not missing a single thing, do you understand?"

There was a tone of sadness and anger in Nick's voice, which made Brian whine. He had never seen his father that upset, and considering he didn't know the entire deal, Brian could only imagine how bigger that rage would get.

Nick managed to clench his right fist, a faint orange aura coating it. But it faded, and he took a deep breath. "Alright. I do have things I must tell you. I'm not sure what's going on, Brian, but I'm here for you. And for Lance."

"How's… mom?"

"She should hear about this too," he frowned. "But I assume we don't have all the time in the world to explain, right?"

"Not really."

Nick rubbed his head with a paw and sighed. "Figures. Let's go."


"You did what?!"

Meggie had barely seen him enter, completely ignoring the Lucario with Brian. No, she very much wanted to speak with her boyfriend. Her stare was freezing cold, fitting for her species.

"Left the house in the middle of the night, fought Necrozma, tried giving him a nightmare to force Lance out and…"

Dex sat in his couch, grimacing. "Goggles. Yer smart. Why the hell would ye do somethin' so stupid?"

"I—"

Before Brian could respond, Meggie hissed, pouting and floating towards him, putting both her hands around his cheeks. "Okay. You listen here, and you listen well. That was ridiculous, stupid, borderline dumb. You went into the eye of the storm and it's a miracle you're not only unharmed, but you also have the z-crystal with you!"

Brian started to blush, only for it to get worse because his father was there with them. "I wouldn't say unharmed, but—"

"I'm not done."

Nick closed the door behind him and watched the scene unfold, blinking. Huh. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? This is nostalgic. Audrey did that all the time… mostly because I, too, was dumb.

"Tough luck." Dex grinned. What he wanted to say was already being told by Meggie. Instead, his focus was on the Lucario. "Oh, an' yer Pup an' Goggles' dad, right?"

"Pup…? Goggles…?"

"It's how he calls me—" Brian was stopped by a powerful hug from Meggie, her rage turning into relief that he was alright, and her frozen tears began to fall.

"How I call 'im and Lance." Dex answered. "Anyway, yeah, Goggles, that was dumb. But on the bright side, yer alright. Safe an' sound."

"Okay…" Nick sighed, crossing his arms as he stared at the trio. "I'd like to know what exactly is going on. What did you all find…?"

Meggie pulled away from Brian, laughing loudly. "Ah, mister Williams! I didn't even talk to you yet! I'm dating your son!"

"Not the time, Megs." Brian rubbed his mane. "...Dad, we found Lance. We didn't have the time to send letters, but… he was fine. It's what happened next that scared me."

Both of his teammates looked at him, with Meggie grabbing his paw tightly.

"Lance… he was alright for a while, and we found out about that Marowak and his plan. We moved to try and stop him, and that worked at first, but…"

"Ah, Asher." Nick said, closing and reopening his eyes with a frown in his face. "...Carry on."

It took Brian a while to get the words out. His mouth opened, but it refused to say anything, his heart kept beating so loud it overtook everything and everyone else. It was awful, what happened was awful, that was certain. Yet, he had to say it anyway. With his father there, they could have a shot at bringing Lance back.

"Lance's… possessed. That creature, Necrozma, took over his body. Dad, he's… he's trapped. Trapped and defenseless."


A powerful Aura Sphere was launched as another portal split open, destroying the couch. Necrozma hopped off, snarling, his feelers twitching uncontrollably.

He was home. As in, Lance's home. Necrozma punched the wall with enough power to puncture a hole through it, and he didn't even flinch.

"That idiot. Who does he think he is, making me that much of a fool?!"

Necrozma roared, slashing the wall apart, and stomping the ground. "Idiot, idiot! You should be thanking me for using this vessel! Be glad it is used for the sake of the world!"

He panted. Necrozma, a powerful legendary, known as the Blinding One, panted. Like a common, everyday Pokémon. Why? Why was he panting…? Why was he shaking? Because a mortal managed to fight on equal ground with him?

"What a preposterous statement. It was a miracle, and miracles don't happen again."

The sunlight peeked through the open windows, restoring a little of his energy. Necrozma groaned, because he had used more energy—more light than he needed or intended. But the fight already happened, all he could do was move on.

After closing his eyes, he took in the light, but his ears twitched with the creaking of a door, and with footsteps. Necrozma ignored them, however, judging them not worth his time.

"My Lord…?" It was Scar's voice.

Necrozma snarled, not looking, not opening his eyes, nothing. He continued to absorb the light.

Then, he heard hopping, and the shaky breath of Lilith. "Oh, you're alright! We were all worried!"

"Are you alright? Would you like me to prepare something for you? Tea, perhaps?"

"Quiet." He finally opened his eyes. Glowing, red eyes that stared deep into Scar's soul. "Can't you see I'm not in the mood for you ramblings?!"

"Sire, please, I would advise calming down." Scar said. Lilith moved to his side and nodded.

"True. We gotta keep our nerves in check. Wouldn't want to—"

Necrozma roared, running to grab Lilith by her neck and shove her to the wall, pressing the area with his hand. "What would you know, mortal?! You know nothing! You freed me, and for that, you have a place. But make no mistake, if for whatever reason, I find you unfit for the new world, then I shall finish what I started! Your light will be mine!"

Scar's eyes widened, but he kept quiet. Both by not speaking and by not moving. He knew well that if he said anything, it was the end for him.

"N-Necrozma! I-I can't…" Lilith tried to free herself by pushing Necrozma's hand away, but his strength was on a different level. ""C-Can't… can't breathe…"

"Sire, I am sure she understands it now, defying you will do her no good." Scar said, to his own shock and astonishment. His mouth had opened on its own! He said those things without thinking!

"And what are you doing right now?!" Necrozma roared, but he let the Lopunny go, focusing his attention on Scar. "The farmer turned murderer, all in a quest to set me free. A wonderful use of your time."

"It was, indeed." Scar gulped. Why… did I say those things when he attacked Lilith? She is important, but my family…

Lilith fell to the ground, still struggling to breathe, but trying her best to. Both her body and heart were shaking like never before. There were tears forming, but she shut them down, knowing not to show any weakness. I… I c-can't stay like this! But I…

"And yet, none of you seem to have any grasp of what's going on! Do not defy me. I'll decide for myself when to calm down."


Necrozma heard another door creaking, knowing it was that Electivire. Max peeked his head out of the room, gulping, and then left, walking to the living room.

"Ah! Hello, my Lord!" Max bowed… and when his head was at its lowest, Necrozma stepped on it, earning a grunt from him, though Necrozma backed off right away. "My Lord…?"

"Forget it. I'm not even in the mood for this." Necrozma sat on the couch, groaning. "What do you want? Better make it quick, I don't feel like bothering with anything right now."

"Good news, actually." Max adjusted his hat properly and smiled. "I'm almost done with our plan! So that's something to look forward to, eh?"

"Are you?" Necrozma raised a brow, and then, a jagged smile. "How… interesting. I'm even willing to overlook these two." He pointed at Scar and Lilith.

"Ah… then it will not be long until we have our perfect world." Scar added, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yes, yes, mister "I miss my wife and son", we get it." Necrozma waved him off.

Meanwhile, Lilith was regaining her posture with the help of Max. Outside, she was just trying to regain her breath, but on the inside?

What if… I try to escape? Maybe He isn't what we need. Maybe we were wrong, her doubts had never been bigger. Emotions she should not have were bubbling to the surface, no matter how much she tried to suppress them. But what would I even do? Help those kids out? They're the ones fighting us. Maybe… I don't know.

Scar held back an annoyed look and simply put on a smile. "Yes, I do miss them. It has been decades, yet, I can never forget the look on their faces… the smiles she had when we woke up together. My son helping me with the crops. Ah… I long for their touch again."

"Hm. That's so compelling, I could shed a tear." Necrozma muttered. And his question from before came up again. This time, they'd have no interruptions. "So, Scar… would you like to tell me what you've lived through? To make sure my world is what you want, I need as many details as possible."

Scar straightened himself, raising his head. "Yes, my Lord. My troubles, or the beginning of them, started forty years ago…"


Like he said, it was easy to remember what happened. Scar was only in his mid twenties, and his home was a different place entirely.

A farm. He had a big house to live in with his family, and an area dedicated to planting crops, surrounded by fences. It wasn't much, and the wooden house left it vulnerable for attacks, but it was what he had, and as long as his family was there, Scar was happy.

On this day, Scar left the house, preparing a hat and a hoe to pick up any plants he needed, or to destroy weeds, should he find one, along with a bag of seeds. Additionally, Scar carried a basket to deposit any berries that were ripe. Even the weather was nice, with enough winds to refresh him, and with a cloudy sky that showed signs of rain later.

"Hm… a peaceful day? I hope so!"

The Marowak smiled, going on his way. While he was walking, a small Larvitar waddled on his side, with a smidge of dirt on his head.

"Dad! Can I help you today?!"

"Ah, hello, kiddo!" Scar stopped to rub the dirt off of him, and then gave his son a hug. "Hm, you would like to help, yes? Can you plant the seeds? I will harvest some of our crops, but with the two of us, we can finish this in no time!"

"Plant? Aw… but I wanted to harvest too!" Larvitar pouted, moving his head from left to right. "Can I do it? Please!"

"Now, now… my tools are too sharp for a child like you." Scar got on his knees to see him better, and smiled. "How about we go like this. You help me plant, and we can try playing once we finish?"

"Hm… okay!" Larvitar beamed, running ahead.

"Wait, not that fas—" And he was gone already. Scar sighed, but retained his smile. "That kid is a chore… but the best chore in the world."

Scar walked ahead, watching his son walk through the patches of grass and sometimes roll in them, sending leaves everywhere. His father continued to smile.

They made it to the proper farm, where a field full of berries stood. Orans, Iapapas, Rawsts, most of the common berries were in their proper places. Scar hummed, approaching some of the berries to check for their condition.

"Hm… they appear to be ready," Scar turned to his son, handing him the bag. "These are Nutpea seeds. Plant one in an empty spot. Be careful, though. They are rare, and if it goes bad, the mobsters…"

He gulped, not wanting to say that last part to a child.

"Okay, Dad!" Larvitar began to hop, holding the bag and spreading the seeds wherever he could.

"Good job."

Scar picked one of the berries, seeing if it looked alright. Green, and almost spiky. He bit into it, and instantly shivered. "Ah, Durin. You are always so bitter. But that is what I like the most about you."

Sniffing the air, the Marowak winced. "The smell, on the other hand… awful. But it can be solved."

Larvitar ran towards him so fast dust was gathering beside him. "Dad! All done! How are you? Can you lemme plant now?!"

"That was… unbelievably fast. Are you sure you finished?" Scar put on his toughest expression, raising a brow.

"I did! Just come and see!"

Scar sighed, satisfied with the answer, and followed his son.


It was true; Scar saw all of the spots full of seeds, now all they had to do was water them. Scar scratched his chin.

"This calls for a reward, son! What do you want? Food? Maybe a toy? It would take me a while to get to the town, it is a treacherous and dangerous road! The Sand Continent itself is! But for you, my child, I would go to the end of the world!"

Larvitar clapped his hands, watching his father's eyes light on green fire. "Whooo! Okay Dad, I want a new toy!"

Scar picked him up in his arms, smiling. "Then a toy it is! Of course, you will watch after the house in the meantime!"

"Yay!"

Their time was cut short as Scar felt the ground shake slightly. To anyone not aware, this was just a weather phenomenon. For him, however, it was a warning sign.

"Son… get inside. Your father has someone to talk to."

"Dad? What's going on?"

Scar's gaze turned fierce. "Go!"

Larvitar, without many other options, ran as fast as he could to his house. Scar winced, waiting for the… messenger that was supposed to come.

And he came. A hefty Diggersby walked through the entrance to the farm, slowly waddling towards him.

"It is you."

"Indeed." Diggersby grinned, crossing his arms. "Do you have what I came here for?"

"...If you mean my crops, I have. Not as much as you want me to—"

"Nah, nah!" The bunny shook his head, waving him off. "Not me, the boss! You gotta pay, after all, if it wasn't for us, you'd be homeless!"

Scar deadpanned. "Yes, I am well aware, given the number of times you mentioned it."

Diggersby took a long glance at the crops, whistling as he did so. "Hm, must be delicious! And you're keepin' them all to yourself? Now that just won't do!"

"I do not have the quantity you require." Scar answered, firm. "Go away."

"Tsc, tcs. You know this isn't how things work 'round these parts." Diggersby eyed the basket Scar held. "Say… if I were to take this, it'd be fine. I'll just tell the boss I ate some of 'em, and you'd get to keep the house and lovely family! How's about it, eh? Eh?"

Scar wanted to protest, or say something, but he was too weak to do anything other than comply, no matter how awful it would be to them.

"Look, Asher." Diggersby kept his toothy grin. "I'm not even takin' all you have! So I'd take the deal if I were you."

Scar let out a long sigh. "...Take it and leave."

And in a few minutes, the bunny left, carrying with him a full basket of berries. Scar watched it with weary eyes. I am… so, so sorry. They took it, and I…

I could not stop them. Is this… fate?



"Fate!'

Necrozma clapped his hands, letting a hearty chuckle. "You mortals… you always go on and on about fate. Even when I had my pantheon, the mortals kept… pestering me. They wanted my help, yet, they always tried to take charge."

Scar hummed. "Fate is… an interesting word. I tried to change mine, to fight for my family, but the results… were hardly what I wanted."

"It is, isn't it? I think we all tried to change ours." Max rubbed the back of his head. "Well, what'd they ask you?"

"It was always the same. Mortals who didn't know any better, thinking they could have control." Necrozma said, but it wasn't an answer just yet. "They asked me to defend them. Protect against the cruelty of the world. At first, it was easy. I'd defend a village against a raid, or give them meals. But the longer it went on, I started to realize something."

Lilith gulped. Something about it didn't sit right with her. Did she dare ask what? "Lord Necrozma… what did you realize?"

"It was because of them." Necrozma closed his eyes. The glowing red light appeared to fade into black to represent that action. "They were at war with one another, all because of their free will. And I kept trying. I had to, I couldn't let them destroy each other."

Necrozma opened his eyes again. "It was… saddening. When I told the others about this, all they could do was laugh."

"Laugh?" Scar clenched the club in his possession, huffing.

"Shit," Max grumbled. "You'd think legends like you would share similar opinions, but…"

Lilith kept quiet, simply letting the scene unfold. She didn't have much to say, anyway.

"I knew I had to act. With the power bestowed on me by my creator, I knew I could do it." Necrozma flashed the crystal again. "At its current power, I can… connect with more mortals, but not all of them. Think of it as how I am connected to my vessel, but with this, I'll be able to project a new reality, a world inside their head."

"Ah, I understand." Scar replied, humming. "And what would this reality be like?"

"A perfect world, all to your liking." Necrozma replied. "Perhaps I can give you a demonstration later."

As he said it, Lilith noticed he was staring right at her, and a shiver ran down her spine.

"Now, Scar… answer me. Or rather, continue your little story. How did you try to change your destiny?"

"Ah. Very well." Scar cleared his throat, getting ready to continue. "After that encounter with Diggersby, I knew our situation would only get worse. I talked with my wife, so we could figure out the best for our son."

"I assume that didn't end well for you three?"

"...That is a correct assumption." Scar sighed. "My wife was very stubborn. She wanted the best for him, and so did I, but that caused her to not think straight, most of the time."


It was an entirely different scenery. Instead of bright grass around the farm, there were large patches of sand, and a powerful sandstorm roared in the air, carrying dust towards the farm.

Scar put on a cape to cover himself and walked to his crops, knowing well there were few that were ripe. Most of it had been destroyed by the storm.

"This has to be enough…" Scar kept walking, putting as many berries in his basket as possible. They weren't even enough to fill half of it. Not even a quarter, but it'd have to do.

And if the mobsters appeared… Scar didn't want to know what would happen. His blood boiling just by thinking of it.

"I must… return. The storm is too strong. I expected it to be at the very least, bearable," he sighed, turning back and running inside the house.

There, he was met with the sight of his wife, a Tyranitar that held their son in her arms. Scar put the cape in a stand, and showed the basket to them.

"This… was all I could savage. I apologize, my love." Scar said, putting the basket on a table nearby.

"Don't worry, honey, we can… we'll get through it. Alright?" Despite her words, and the kiss she gave to her son, Scar's wife didn't look the part. No, her frown was big, bigger than it should be possible. "Sweetie, can you go to your room? Me and your father have something to discuss."

Larvitar reluctantly agreed, climbing down and running up the stairs. Scar sighed, having an idea of what this was going to be about.

"We cannot leave this place, Thea." Scar said, blunt and crossing his arms. "You know how this continent is. Even if we were to escape, the storms would still follow."

Thea held back the urge to slap her tail, and instead, groaned. "So what? We live here, constantly on the threat of mobsters taking away our only home?! This isn't the place to raise a child, Asher! And you know it!"

"I am saying we do not have any choice!" Scar shouted. "We either survive with what we have or we die! Those… are our only two options, Thea. I am…"

He fell to his knees, clenching both of his fists. "I am so sorry I could not give you or Siphus the life you both deserve. I am nothing but a failure, I—"

"Stop with the self-pity, love." Thea got on her knees and leaned closer, planting a kiss on her husband's forehead. "You aren't a failure, we just… we were dealt a bad hand, that's all."

"So what can we do, then?"

Thea stared at him softly, holding his hand. "There's always a way, we just need to find it. If that way is leaving this place… then so be it.

"I… do not think that is an option. However, I am also unable to continue this way." Scar said. "The next time I see any of them, I will—"

Scar was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"How… convenient, is it not?" Scar stood up, sighing. "My love, I will handle this myself."

"Please, don't do anything rash."

"I promise." Scar opened the door, seeing the same Diggersbyb as before, with the same toothy grin.

"Asher! My lovely friend! As you know, it's time for the monthly pay. I went to check the farm, but it seems there's nothing there." Diggersby chuckled, and his grin turned menacing, his eyes gazing directly into Scar's soul. "Now, we can't have that, as you know very well. Not to mention I can smell some delicious berries here!"

"Get to the point already." Scar added, now holding onto the basket. "These are not for you or your boss."

"Oh, but they are! That's our deal, isn't it?" Diggersby dropped the grin all together, raising a brow. "Unless you no longer want our protection, that is."

Thea decided to intervene, finally snarling. "Asher, my love. You can't be thinking—"

"I am not thinking, I am acting." Scar blurted out, turning to Diggersby. "These berries belong to me and my family. Go away before I make you."

Diggersby didn't react the way Scar expected. He didn't shout, attack or do anything. Instead, he simply laughed, turning his back on them. "If that's your decision, so be it. But I gotta let you know… actions have consequences."

Scar shut the door in his face, panting. How exhilarating! He took charge and saved them!

"My love…" Thea held his hand again, grasping it tight. "I… do hope this decision was wise. We can't afford to lose everything."

"We are not losing anything." Scar said, leaning in for a hug. "But, ah, this was so very enjoyable. Perhaps we can rest for the day. Is dinner ready?"

"It'll be in a while." Thea smiled.

"Very well, then I shall get ready."


Calm before the storm. Too calm. Days passed and Scar had no visitor. No mobsters, nobody. Just him and his family, free to enjoy the life he had with them.

Actions have consequences.

Those words still rang in his head, but Scar ignored them. He picked an oran berry, munching on it to see if the taste was good. Perhaps things really were looking up for them, not that he was freed from all the mobsters.

But I must focus. These are the finest crops I have ever gotten yet. I believe Thea will make good use of them.

He could even hear her giggling in his head, followed by his child giggling. Two sounds that were music to his ears.

And rumble. A rumble more powerful than the ones before, but undeniably belonging to Diggersby.

"What—"

Scar was taken aback by a hole bursting from the ground, and two thick ears slapping him into the ground, before a large foot pinned him down.

"Tsc, tsc." Diggersby said, and grinned. "I did tell ya. It didn't need to come to this, y'know?"

"Ah! Unhand me! What are you planning on doing?!"

"Me? Stoppin' you from doing anything stupid. Actually, stupider. Because you kinda sealed your fate the moment you defied us."

"What are you talking about?"

"Say, did your family ever train a day in their lives? Fight? Grow stronger? Or are they just incredibly weak?"

"My family is not weak! Unhand me this instant! I will even give you the crops you want!"

"That's all in the past." Diggersby grinned more. "See, I think you'll find out the hard way you're not the one in control here, the more you try to. And your family? Oh, how funny! They're so weak!"

Scar shook the thought off. But it was true. Thea and Siphus' bodies weren't built for fighting, as a practice, they neglected it. Due to this, they weren't so sturdy. Scar knew he was at least a little more than them.

But it dawned on him just what was going on, what they were planning on doing. Diggersby let go of him, but then grabbed the Marowak, raising him high in air just in time to see the second gang member.

An Exploud, preparing a powerful beam, aimed at the house.

"No, no! Let them go! They did nothing wrong! They—"

A flash of white light followed by a deafening sound made Scar shut his mouth.


Necrozma sighed, looking at the ceiling. How to react to such a sad story? Not that he didn't know what Scar felt, even without using his aura senses.

"That is exactly where I'm coming from." He said, twirling a finger, cracks of purple energy moving around that area. "Because even when trying your best, someone took them away from you. Don't you think that's awful? Don't you think you deserve more, Scar?"

Lilith bit her lip, gathering the courage to speak up. "We all… suffered. We did. But we have each other—"

"And me."

"...And you," she said. "I think that's important. That even though we suffered, we can still carry on."

"Preposterous. Why carry on when suffering can still happen, miss Lilith?" Necrozma clapped his hands again, then scratched his chin. "Why, when we can prevent them all?"

"Lilith, you are not acting like yourself." Scar added, taking deep breaths. "Perhaps you should rest."

"Yeah, Lilly." Max offered her a hand. "C'mon, I'll even walk you there if you're that tired!"

Lilith pouted, but knew resisting would do her no good, so she accepted Max's help, the two headed to her room.

"I will talk to her later, my Lord." Scar folded his arms behind his back. "Would you like to know more?"

"No. I order you to tell me more." Necrozma stated. "I'm aware you survived, but how did you find out about… me? That's my biggest question. You must have made a lot of enemies along the way."

"Ah, that has certainly happened. Even now, I still have many enemies." Scar hummed. "But yes, let me explain it. After losing them, I was lost. I wandered the continent, searching for a purpose, something to do with my life. It was then I stumbled upon a village, a small settlement where I heard the words I waited for so long…"


A barren wasteland, hit by constant sandstorms. But Scar made his way inside regardless, using a cape to cover most of his body and head, advancing through the streets. Even the buildings were bittered, bits of rubble on the ground.

On the middle of the village, Scar saw a crowd gather, consisting mostly of rock, ground and steel-types. They were watching a large, caped Rampardos speak. Though Scar only arrived after the speech had started, he decided to hear it.

"Rejoice! For the day when our great and benevolent God arrives is coming near! He is the Blinding One, the Star Eater! The one to save us all! Did you ever feel as if life has been unfair to you? Where are all the Gods? Why don't they do anything to help us? The Blinding One is the answer!"

The answer… Scar repeated those two words in his head, and they sang a tune to him. He clutched the cape. Could someone that powerful really exist?

"He is said to have defeated the incarnation of the Moon and the Sun! Because they wanted to bring ruin, chaos and dishonesty to the world. He saved me, I've heard his voice in my dreams… and I realized my mission was to share this with all of you!"

"There is nothing he can't do! He is our Savior, our Messiah!" Rampardos raised both of his arms, receiving loud cheers and claps from the audience. "Why bother with these attachments when He can remove all of our imperfections? Can we grow due to His help? Of course we can! After all, He is the truth! He is justice itself!"

Scar opened his mouth and raised a finger. If that was true, if someone like that existed, he would need to meet them. And perhaps once the speech was over, he could ask that Rampardos more about Necrozma.

Hours passed and the speech went on. To Scar, however, time passed at incredible speed. With every sentence, every word that Rampardos said, Scar's heart beat again, faster. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. This had to be the answer, the solution to all his problems.

The audience dispersed, and Rampardos was on his way to do the same, when Scar stood in front of him, a spark in his eyes he didn't even know he had.

"Greetings. My name is…" he struggled to say "Asher", because saying it reminded too much of the pain, loss and grief. "...Scar. I listened to your speech, not all of it, but for the most part."

"Ah, greetings, Scar!" Rampardos replied, pulling down the hood. He was smiling. "That's my job, I suppose. Going on town after town and trying to convince as many as I can to follow the Blinding One."

"That is what I want to talk about." Scar said, his tone… calm. Peaceful. "I want to follow Him, to know more about Him. The world… it is rotten, down to its core. Someone like him, who can… help me."

"Ah, the path ahead is long, my friend." Rampardos offered a hand. "Come, I was on my way to a meeting. We have a lot to discuss…"


Necrozma finally got out of the table, rubbing his chin. "Ah, I see. You got in contact with this Rampardos, and he taught you the ways of myself? Whoa, feels weird saying that out loud."

"Hm… yes. He was my mentor for many years." Scar added, closing his eyes. "Sadly, he passed away, but not before giving me all his resources. It is how I was able to secure you."

"How… sweet." He walked left and right, thinking. "The point of all this is to ask you: do you trust Lilith? She is like a daughter to you, is she not?"

"...Yes. We met a long time ago, and I took her in ever since," he explained. "I can also tell that story, if you so desire."

"I'm asking if you trust her." Necrozma glared at him, raising a brow. "See, I'm starting to think she wants to quit. And we can't have that, can we?"

"Trust Lilith." Scar took a deep breath. "I do trust her, yes. I know she believes in the cause."

"Good, good. Now, as for the history of how you two met… I'm afraid this isn't in my interest. Although…" Necrozma thought about something for a while. If she really was having doubts, knowing more about Lilith could help deal with her later. "Ah, how difficult is it to decide such a thing. Scar, what would you say are the qualities you most like about her?"

To that, he had to wonder. Not for long, because Scar did know his daughter well. "Determined, aware of her weaknesses, and strong. Although we have not used this, she does know about ancient history. I taught her a few things, of course, but most of it came from her and her teacher."

"Am I supposed to know who that teacher is or…?"

"Maxwell." Scar replied. "She introduced me to him, and after a bit of knowing him, he has joined our crusade as well. Perhaps I can tell you that story as well?"

"Unlike her, I don't think Max is betraying us. And after how far all you have come, I don't want to worry. Yet, she makes me do it…"

"Then I will have a talk with her later." Scar admitted with a sigh. He could only hope that was not the case. "...Well, if that is all, I would like to request a moment to give my prayers to my family."

Necrozma finally decided. "On second thought, I'd like to know. Do tell me."


Scar walked through a port, carrying with him a rather large book. He flipped through the pages and sat down next to the edge of the pier. Well on his travels, and with a small peace of mind after so much tragedy, he only wanted to rest.

While reading, he couldn't help but hear the ships setting sail, for the most part, as there were still some arriving in town. The noise would normally be a bother, but everything was too peaceful—a nice, gentle breeze, cloudy skies, and more importantly, no sandstorms.

If only his family could enjoy such a relaxing time. Scar almost felt bad they weren't there with him. It had been… twenty years since that day, and it was still ingrained in his memory. Too many times had he replayed that moment, he'd lost count.

Scar closed the book. Now his peaceful moment of respite was ruined by those pesky, intrusive thoughts. He took a deep breath, relaxing. Fret not, my dear. I will bring Necrozma and I shall have you back.

"Eeeeeek!"

Scar turned his head around, and was met with the sight of a small Buneary falling to the wooden floor, a Furret, a Vespiqueen and a Maractus surrounding the child.

What is this…? Scar's heart skipped a beat.

"Go away! I just wanted a ride!"

"And you thought hitchhiking in our boat was the best of ideas?!" Furret hissed, picking the bunny up with an arm and shaking her. "You probably stole from us, so give whatever you took back!"

"I didn't steal anything! Who'd want to steal from some stupid 'mon like you all anyway?!"

The Vespiqueen buzzed, preparing a strike. Despite how… endangering that situation was, the Buneary kept a smile in her face, and even stuck out her tongue to mock them.

"You little shit! Maybe someone oughta teach you a lesson—"

A club struck the Furret and made him drop the Buneary, and the weapon turned back in the air, returning to its owner. Scar grabbed it, clenching it as tight as he could.

"Now, that is a little rude, is it not? Attacking a defenseless child like that… do you all not have any manners?"

"Go away, old man! I don't need your—" Buneary was grabbed by the Furret again, by his tail, while he got on all fours and hissed at Scar.

"Tsc. How rude." Scar dodged an incoming strike from Vespiqueen, and proceeded to land a powerful, fire-coated punch into her, knocking the bug out. "Now… I do believe I have a score to settle with you."

Maractus jumped next, launching projectiles made of seeds towards Scar. The Marowak scoffed, spinning his club and igniting it, burning through the attack like it was nothing.

"Now… will you release the child?"

"S-Scram!" Furret dropped Lilith, grabbed Vespiqueen and ran away as fast as he could, with Maractus following him.

Lilith panted, looking up to see Scar offering a hand, and she took it, standing up.

"T-Thanks. For an old man, you're not so bad."

"There is no need to worry." Scar said. "Now… what is a child like you doing here? Where are your parents?"

Lilith pouted, backing away. "...Mom's dead."

"Oh." Scar got on his knees and pulled her into a hug. "My apologies, I did not mean to—"

"Ew, go away!" Lilith squirmed and managed to jump off of him. She kept pouting. "I'm here cuz I don't have anywhere to go! I don't even know where here is!"

Scar frowned, standing up. "Alone in a port. Hardly the place for a child to grow up. Hm…"

"Don't care. It's pointless to grow up, I dunno why I'm even trying!"

Scar scratched his chin, nodding. "What is your name, child?"

"...Lilith."

"Lilith. That is a wonderful name." Scar said. "Now, Lilith, I do not believe it is wise to stand here alone, would you like me to walk you around the town?"

"Mom told me to never trust strangers, y'know?"

"Ah, a wise lesson. Very well… then what is your plan here?"

Lilith's ears flopped down. "Dunno… survive, I guess."

"So is mine," he offered a hand again. "I know it is hard to trust strangers, but…"

"To hell with that!" Lilith stepped on Scar's foot and ran off.

Scar didn't react much to it, watching her run. He sighed. "I… perhaps this is you, honey, telling me to look after her?"

He slowly followed the bunny.


Lilith was curled next to the wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. First, nearly dying. Then, nearly dying again by the one that was supposed to make them all happy.

"Happy" was the farthest from how she was. Lilith trembled, thinking, trying to figure out what to do. The emotions in her were all over the place. How should she feel? If only there was something to guide her, or someone. Scar… didn't seem like that person. Not anymore.

Nobody did. Maybe she was alone now. Lilith closed her fists and held back more sobs. Why was any of that happening?

Things were just supposed to be… perfect. Why aren't they? Why… Necrozma said he'd fix everything. If he's like this, then—

No, no! The other option… wasn't an option. It couldn't be. Lilith slapped both her cheeks, trying to force a smile. It didn't work. She curled up again, letting… all her emotions run wild, whatever they were. Still alone, with only her thoughts to keep her company.

Said thoughts were weird. She was unable to focus on any of them in particular, like they were stuck together, or mixed and matched with one another.

Lilith didn't know what she'd do from now on, if she were to do anything at all. And maybe… Necrozma wasn't the solution to her problem, or any of their problems. No matter how much Scar said it, he could be wrong. All of them could be wrong.

She just hoped that, if they really were wrong, that it wasn't too late to do anything about it.
 
Dungeon 62 - Strength

Navar

Professional Mudkip Lover
Location
Brazil
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. swampert
  2. chesnaught-apron
  3. lucario-mega
Dungeon 62 - Strength

Nick frowned and sat on a chair, crossing his arms. He was in front of the couch, where his son and his teammates sat. The Lucario waited for the news, or rather, for the short version of said news.

"So, the gist of it is that…" Brian gulped, curling on the couch. "Megs, help me out here. Please…"

"Lance's possessed." Meggie said, plain and simple. That was the reality they were facing, and sugarcoating was out of the question. "By this… legendary creature."

"Necrozma's his name, apparently." Dex added, biting a lip and groaning. "Nasty piece o' work. We think he's a psychic, too. An' a powerful one, considerin' he managed to knock out Goggles."

Brian whined, ears drooping. He was still curled, but now all he needed to do was wait and hear what his father wanted to say. The silence was deafening, and strong. Despite Nick not saying anything, taking the words in, Brian was still unable to move, his body shaking.

"Possessed," he repeated. Nick muttered something to himself. His expression softened, from worry and sadness. "...Lance, my son, is possessed. Do we know if there's… anything left of him there?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. Yeah." Brian forced a small smile on his face, but it faltered and shattered into a frown. "Long story short, I was able to get Darkrai's power from this crystal thingy. Using it, I managed to get inside Necrozma's head, and I saw him, Dad. I saw Lance."

Meggie looked at her boyfriend and touched his paw, clutching it. "Right, you didn't have the time to tell what exactly happened there."

"Hm. Darkrai, huh?" Nick didn't seem much fazed by that revelation, taking it as if it was just another day in his line of work. "And… how was Lance?"

"Yeah, Goggles. How was he?"

Brian took a deep breath and leaned against his girlfriend before replying. "Trapped. I saw a hill, a large hill full of swords. He was at the top, chained, muzzled, and with swords on his back."

His father simply nodded. Once again, he didn't flinch. "That's likely a representation of their united mental state. It might be a literal representation, but it might not be."

Dex raised an arm to ask something, and Meggie turned her head to him.

"He means that it's how Necrozma and Lance see inside their head. Uh, two heads. This is complicated…"

"Yeah." Nick nodded. "Good job, Brian. You got a smart girlfriend."

"Uh, thanks, but this isn't the time for congratulations…" Brian pouted, his face turning red. "More importantly, what are we doing? How're we saving him…? Do you have any experience with this, Dad?"

To that, Nick stopped. Not for long, as during this entire conversation, his brain was working on a solution for the issue at hand.

"When you're on this job for decades, you learn a trick or two," he answered. "It's nothing concrete, and while I can't forcefully eject Necrozma, I think our best bet is to help Lance come out."

"An' how're we supposed to do that?" Dex asked, having a frown of his own. "I'll be the first to admit I'm not as close to 'im as y'all. But I still wanna help…"

"Good, we'll need all the help we can get." Nick sighed. "...Part of me wonders if, had I been more present, this wouldn't have happened. But blaming myself won't be of any use."

He paused, shaking his head. "We need to make him remember. Lance might be inside a prison in his own head, but memories are strong. If we show him that, it might give him the strength he needs to fight back."


"...Okay." Meggie looked away, nowhere, perhaps the ceiling, the dirty wall, or even the door. She didn't quite know where to look. "I do hope this works, because… I don't know. This feels like a chase. We keep going and going, hitting dead end after dead end, y'know?"

To her surprise, Dex was the one who agreed, huffing. "We're sittin' Duckletts. Just waitin' fer somethin' to happen."

"I don't like it. Fer all we know, Necrozma might already be on his way to do… whatever he wants. And we're, compared to 'im."

Nick shook his head and stood up. "That's where you're wrong. You might be weak individually, but you're together. And sure, you might be weak that way, too—"

"If yer tryin' to be helpful, it ain't workin' very well." Dex huffed.

"As I was saying before being interrupted…" Nick frowned. "...A hero is not measured by how strong he is physically. It's by the strength of their heart."

Brian gulped, stuttering. "W-Without hope… without witness, and without reward, right? That's what determines a hero."

The Lucario smiled, snapping a finger. "Brian's got it. My point is: all of you have a reason to be stronger. That reason, and your heart, is what makes you a hero. No matter how hard the world knocks you down… you stand up."

Holy hell. Goggles got the speech-deliverin' skills from his old man? Dex groaned, and then laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Didn't even know I had strength o' heart."

"Me neither…" Meggie added. "How'd you even get it?"

"My friends helped me." Nick answered. "Together, we persevered through many adversities. We became stronger together, through unity."

"Hm… I see." Meggie sighed. It was a pretty speech, all things considered. "We do need to seal Necrozma again, and find a way to prevent anyone from doing this again."

"You needed the crystals, right? I assume Brian has one of them." And in response, Brian flashed the bracelet in his arm, showing the crystal inside it. "Okay, good. The others are in your enemies' possession."

"Essentially, strengthen Lance for him to fight back, use this to remove Necrozma, and then seal him back again." Meggie said, twirling a finger. "Well, sounds easy enough."

"Sounds fun. I'm gonna go get some groceries…" Dex stood up, yawning and stretching his arms. "Should still have some o' me own money. Anything y'all want?"

Brian waved him off. "Nah."

They watched Dex walk inside, grab a bag and then run off the door. Nick cleared his throat, bringing the subject back to Necrozma.

"As long as Necrozma isn't complete…" Nick shivered. If that happened, he wasn't sure any of them could stop him. "...You must prevent that. No matter what."


"I will obtain my full power."

Necrozma created a single sphere on top of his hand, observing it carefully. It was still purple, with occasional black cracks inside. "Indeed, I will."

"My sire…" Scar appeared from behind, bowing. "We spent too much time here, when will we return home?"

"A very good question, my subject." He replied, smirking. "I'm on my way to get my strength back. Unfortunately, I have used too much during that scuffle with the vessel's sibling."

"Your strength…?" Scar wondered if there was any way he could help. What better way than to ask him directly? "How can I be of assistance?"

"Stay put." He added. "I must go to the… police station, right? And then to the prison. I cannot be everywhere at once, so I won't get rid of all the criminals. This will need to suffice for now."

Ah, that made sense. Scar nodded. "Very well. I shall wait here with the others."

"About that… tell Max he is free to gather the emeras at the city he mentioned earlier. Once I take some of my light back at the prison, I will face… my former companion."

Scar raised a brow. "You mean Xerneas?"

"Indeed. I'm not in my complete form, but it should be more than enough to take some of her power to myself." Necrozma's feelers twitched. "Hm, indeed. It seems the vessel is aware of something like this happening before. A Gallade did it to warp away, towards the human world."

Necrozma focused, extending an arm. Energy poured out of it, crackling in the air. "But I'm trying to save my world, not destroy it. A shame, otherwise I'd take all Xerneas had to offer."

"She is connected to the Tree. If she were to fall, the world would pay the price…" Scar said. "Ah, you truly are magnificent! Thinking of everything!"

"I suppose I am…" Necrozma smirked again. "Let Max know to get the emeras, and then you three go to Cydonia. That is the perfect stage for my uprising."

"Understood… my Lord."

Necrozma opened another portal and jumped in.


Next thing he knew, papers, chairs and even a table were blown away by the sheer force the portal exerted, even after he was out of it. Necrozma continued to smile, watching the gathering of police officers surrounding him, some ready to attack. In particular, a Boltund bore its fangs towards him.

"Awww! What a cute puppy!"

He heard a loud bark. Amongst the gathering, an Arcanine made his way forward, puffing out smoke. Necrozma himself didn't know who that was, but the vessel—Lance did. Apollo.

"Alright, I'll be real fast with this one." He created another sphere, firing it at a table. The object exploded into nothing but splinters of wood. "I'm not in the mood to fight. Tell me where the prison is, and I'll let you guys go."

Apollo flinched, standing back just a little. He took a look at what remained of the table, imagining what an attack like that could do to him, or his fellow officers.

"Who… are you?" Apollo barked, claws extending for a strike.

"Necrozma. Your savior, yada yada yada." He waved the canine off. "Seriously, this is getting annoying. Where is the prison?"

"Why…" Apollo barked again. "I'll—I'll show you where it is. Leave them alone! I can go with you on my own!"

"For crying out loud—fine. I didn't want to do it…"

Not in this weakened state, anyway.
Necrozma rushed forward, grasping Apollo's head. His feelers twitched, and his eyes began to glow in rainbow colors. Without any warning, he tossed the dog aside, before opening another portal. "That was better."

Apollo groaned, watching two officers run to his side to help him. "What… the hell was that?!"

"Looked through your memories. Congrats, you're a good boy, so you get to live."

Necrozma smiled, hopping in once more.


Lilith rubbed more tears off her face. No more. No more holding back her emotions. She thought going on this crusade was the good thing, that it'd benefit the world. But…

That's just a lie. Lilith took a deep breath; this was her decision. What she wanted. Nobody could take that away from her. Not Necrozma, not Scar. Nobody.

She checked the bracelet; the one with her Awakening Emera. Still there, not that she wanted it any longer. I need to find a way to meet with them… but how? We're supposed to go back. I can't—won't go back. I'm on my own.

First, she needed to create a lie. A way to let the others off her hook. This was the easy part.

Lilith left the room, putting on a toothy smile like she did so often. Scar was sipping tea, while Max sat on the table, drawing over a notebook.

"Hello, Lilith." Scar said, not looking at her while he drank his tea. "You seem well."

"Howdy." Max waved. Lilith waved back at him, but she was in fact, setting her sights on the bracelet he wore. She needed it.

"Sup," she sat down, sighing. "Hm, maybe I just didn't get enough sleep, y'know?"

"Perhaps. Sleep is necessary, after all." Scar added.

Alright, you got this. Just stay calm… and tell a half-truth. Better than a straight up lie. Lilith bit her lip. "So, what'd you guys think the real origin behind the z-crystals is? A gift from Arceus, but there's gotta be more than that."

Max just shrugged. "Eh, not my thing."

"As exciting as that might sound, we have more important matters to attend to." Scar put the mug down, humming. "Unless…?"

"Bingo. I'm kinda curious about 'em, and since we're here, I figured going to the library and finding out more about those things could be a good idea!"

"As long as you don't spend the day there, I guess." Max quirked a brow.

"That's the thing. I wanna take the ones you guys have. See if I can find anything specific about them. Maybe a way to destroy them, so Necrozma won't be sealed anymore."

Scar eyed her, squinting his eyes. "Ah. That is… curious. And not a bad idea. Though part of me wonders why you are only doing this now."

"Eh, I'd say "sure". Here." Max removed the bracelet, tossing it to her. Lilith caught it.

"Well, if you insist…" Scar took it off as well, but took longer, thinking. "But yes, if you must go, then go. But remember to come back as soon as you can."

…This actually worked, huh? Lilith picked the second bracelet and opened her purse, putting them both inside. "Promise I won't lose it! And Lord Necrozma's at the police, yeah? Or prison."

"Probably the prison by now…" Max kept taking notes. "I'm gonna have to order a bigger bag. Maybe two. Carrying all those emeras is gonna take a while."

"Do take care, Lilith." Scar said, standing up. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must meditate."

"Aye." Lilith waved, and went to the door, opening it slowly, seeing the sunlight coming from the outside. To anyone else, this was normal. But to her, this was something else.

I'm strong. This is proof of my strength.

This was… freedom.


Meanwhile, far away, Dex walked across the main street. No longer in his, as he put it, "shitty neighbor", he had access to better stores for the groceries.

Of course, that meant nothing when everything was expensive. He carried a single, brown paper bag. And with how much he groaned, one would think he was finding it hard to carry. No, instead, he was ready to hit someone up from anger.

"The hell's up with the economy? Things can't be this bloody expensive…" he muttered, peeking inside. Canned food, pasta, a few chocolate bars. All he could afford.

On his side, a Scraggy ran, stopping a few feet in front of Dex to catch his breath. And though the Pokémon was that much shorter than him, Dex saw a police badge. Scraggy wasn't alone, as a Mudbray soon joined him, also with a badge.

Ye'd think the police has nothin' better to do. But eh.

Scraggy grumbled, but it turned into a shiver. "Didja see how weird that crystal creature was? No Lucario, I tell you!"

"I dunno, there's ghost Zoroark. I don't see why there wouldn't be… crystal Lucario." Mudbray added.

...Fer cryin' out loud. Dex groaned. So Necrozma had seen the police? Probably at the station… unless these two were on patrol. But there's no way fer me to know—

"You heard the boss…" Mudbray mumbled. "Gotta stay out of the station while that crystal guy does… whatever. But we're not going to, right?"

"That's the spirit. Now c'mon, we had enough of a break already! Let's g find some backup!"

…Should I mention I'm backup? Dex blinked. So he was at the station? If that was the case, then his friends should know!

Dex ran as fast as possible, grabbing the bag. This was getting more dangerous…

He didn't need to run far, knowing the city meant he had some idea of shortcuts and places to go that allowed him to get home faster. In a matter of minutes, he was in front of it.

Nick groaned, watching Dex close the door behind him and put the bag on the couch. He panted, having just enough time to say what he saw before catching his breath.

"What happened?" Meggie asked. She floated up, looking at Dex with a frown.

"...Bad stuff, Popsicle. Heard some officers lookin' fer backup, reportin' a crystal Lucario."

Brian gulped, looking at the bracelet in his arm. "A crystal… it's Lance. It's gotta be—"

"I'm knocking some sense into him," was all Nick said before crossing his arms. "He's my son, I'm sure I can reach him."

"I already fought him, but…" Brian shook his head. Even if it didn't work, he made some progress.

"Guess we're goin', then?" Dex cracked his knuckles. "Good. I wanna kick that stupid rock candy's ass."

Nick turned his back on them, opening the door. "Let's go. We'll all work together."


Corridors stretched into incredible distances, with walls of gray and white. Luminous orbs made for the light source of the ward, and even though they worked, they flashed every now and then, as if failing.

Necrozma also saw blue, metallic doors, likely for the other utilities of the prison. Of course, his stroll didn't go unnoticed. The prisoners in cells next to him sometimes walked to stare at him in awe, and some were grumbling.

More importantly, Necrozma looked back. He saw the prisoners wearing strange bracelets, gold and blue. "Tell me, officer. What is that?"

"...You don't know about Nullify Looplets? Work perfectly for suppressing abilities and moves." Apollo muttered, whining. "What exactly do you want here, anyway? What are you—"

"Shhhh. Be a good boy and stay quiet." Necrozma ran a single claw on Apollo's snout, smirking as he did so. "None of your business~"

Stop this.

Necrozma flinched. That voice came from inside his head. …You. How?

Brian helped, and I'm still here. Leave my mind alone, you monster!

Impossible. He thought, snarling. You… you were supposed to be suppressed!

Necrozma saw his hand move to the side, but he didn't move it—Lance did.

Here's what I think of being suppressed. No more!

Imbecile. He groaned, grabbing the arm to stop himself from doing anything worse. Necrozma couldn't be losing control now! He was still more than powerful enough for this. He had to be.

Necrozma snarled, clawing at the wall to calm down. To put it simply, he didn't want to feed anymore. But why…? It couldn't—shouldn't be because of the vessel.

You should've stayed buried.

"Well, I'm sure if it's a visit you wanted, you could've just… arranged with the warden. Didn't need to portal." Apollo mumbled. "And… you threatened me and my fellow officers. I can't just stand put and—"

"I said to zip it." Necrozma shushed him again, punching the wall. What was going on with him?

"Hah…"

A voice that didn't belong to either of them said, getting Necrozma's attention because of how familiar it sounded, making him turn his head to look at the cell.


It came from a Bisharp. Cuffed with two of the looplets, and sitting on a bed. He even looked thinner than the last time Lance—Necrozma remembered his vessel seeing him.

Flint. That's his name. Necrozma thought. He cringed, disgusted by the sight.

"Now, now… detective. I didn't think you'd be so kind as to give me a visitor. Even if the visitor looks… odd." Flint shrugged, not taking his eyes off of them. "Who would've thought… little old me."

"This isn't a visit, Flint." Apollo groaned. "I'm… honestly I'm not sure why I trusted this guy so easily. But I'm not going to anymore. Whoever you are, prepare to—"

Necrozma opened a portal and kicked Apollo into it, warping him back to the station. Now, he was all alone, able to do whatever he so desired. And that was… talking.

"Whoa! My visitor is stronger than I thought! Didn't even know what that was… teleport? Warp orb? What was it?" Flint chuckled, raising his cuffed arms. "I don't suspect you'll let me go?"

"Something else, actually. I like to call them… Ultra Wormholes." Necrozma leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Out of the question. You're here because you deserve it. You're the scum of the earth."

"Ouch," he moved his head back, yelping dramatically. "Fair, though. In my line of work, or former line of work, that was something I heard a lot."

"Yes, because you conspired against a politician. That kid became an orphan, you know? Not that you care…"

Necrozma flicked his ears. That was… odd. He barely realized he said that. And for the why… he wasn't sure.

"How… specific. But I suppose the citizens outside this cage know what happened." Flint scoffed. "I don't care. I needed to survive."

"So did Atlas. Until I—" Necrozma stopped again, looking at his trembling hand. Vessel. This is your doing, isn't it?

"You what?" Flint quirked a brow. "Atlas died from a cave-in. That's all. And his stupidity, but that's a different story…"

"You're free to believe that." Necrozma clenched his fist. "For what is worth, I'm sorry."

He prepared another portal, but Flint stood up, leaving the bed and coming as close as the cell allowed him to.

"Wait a minute… that scar, that voice, while distorted, that… it can't be. Can it? It's you—"

Necrozma didn't waste time and jumped inside the portal.


Apollo landed on his butt, right in front of the station. He groaned, shaking some dust off and standing up.

"What the—"

"Chief!"

A Scraggy came running. Now that Apollo had the time to see, most of the force was surrounding the entrance, ready to fight their way through Necrozma.

"Are you okay, chief?"

"Uh… yeah, somehow." Apollo mumbled. My ass is gonna hurt later, though… just what was that?

"We're ready to attack at your command, sir." Scraggy saluted. "Shall we?"

"No, wait… something's amiss here. I'm not sure what, but… we can't be rash."

A crowd had started to gather, reporters flashing notebooks left and right. Apollo groaned again, realizing he'd need to explain this thing he didn't even know what was to all of them.

"...For now, keep the civilians away. I'll see what I can do—"

"Mister Apollo!"

"Huh?" The Arcanine's ears flicked and he turned back, just in time to see Brian waving and running. "Kid! Stand back, we're dealing with this!"

"No, wait! I know this guy! He's dangerous, and you can't hope to fight him. Not like this, anyway…" Brian whined. Did it really have to come to fighting?"

Nick was next, folding his arms behind his back. "Chief. You might not remember me, but I'm Nicholas Williams. At your disposal."

"Okay, that's… odd." Apollo turned to Scraggy. "Keep the civilians away, I'm talking with these two—"

And the other two arrived next, Meggie before Dex.

"...These four."

"Understood, chief." Scraggy saluted once more, leaving to deal with the audience.

Apollo sighed. "So… care to tell me what's going on?"

"It might be best to keep some details to ourselves." Nick said, eyeing the crowd. "Just know that crystal Lucario… he's a legendary. A powerful creature known as Necrozma."

"...I have no idea who that is, but a legendary? Sounds a little hard to believe, if you ask me."

Dex crossed his arms. "Good thing we ain't askin', Fluffy."

"Sorry about him, he's cranky about the groceries." Meggie pouted. "Anyway, the thing is: Necrozma's dangerous, we're trying to free the one he's possessed. It's… a delicate matter."

"Possessed? Free?" Apollo tilted his head. Clearly, this was well above him. "...Let's say I believe that. I can't just let someone that threatened my force walk away."

"You can, and you will." Nick said, bluntly. "It's for the best. As Meggie said, this is delicate. We can't risk anyone else getting compromised."

Brian didn't say anything, mostly because everyone else was doing that for him. Though part of him did wonder if Apollo was trustworthy enough for this.

Amidst the audience, a Lopunny watched the five Pokémon gathered, biting her lip. She wanted to talk to them, but finding an opportunity for it was… hard.

C'mon, Lilith. What would Scar do in this situation?

She cleared her throat, puffing out her chest. Ah, Lilith, you must tell the truth. Should it hurt, that is good. Being hurt means you have feelings. You must let those feelings blossom like the prettiest flower you have ever seen.

Lilith raised a finger. Whoa, that did sound like him. Guess I know the guy better than I thought… even if things went to shit.

Still, she needed to make a decision, right there.


Well… it's now or never, I guess. Okay, Lilith. On one, two, three…

With another deep breath, and after putting a smile on her face, Lilith moved forward, shoving aside everyone surrounding her up until she couldn't anymore, when Scraggy stepped forward to stop her.

"Miss, stay back. This is too dangerous—"

"I don't have time for this!" Lilith stomped on the ground, jumping as high as she could, and landing on the opposite side of Scraggy. She grinned, before running off again.

"So let me get this straight." Apollo muttered. "You're facing a legendary Pokémon, that happens to possess a Lucario."

He put his paw on his face, groaning. "See, this is why I work at the police instead of a guild. Less stuff like this happens."

"I suppose…" Nick shrugged.

"Mate, ye wouldn't believe the stuff we saw back at the shrines—" Dex turned his head to the side, seeing a very fast bunny running towards them. "What the... Goggles, Popsicle, look!"

And look they did. Meggie noticed her first, her eyes widening. Without breaking a sweat, she launched a shard of ice, though Lilith jumped out of the way in time, seeing the ice shatter once it touched the ground where she once stood.

"You!" Meggie hissed, readying more ice. "How dare you show your face here!"

"I see you're still angry." Lilith raised both of her arms. "But I'm not here to argue, or fight—I want to join you guys."

Brian raised a brow, but unlike his girlfriend, he didn't try to attack. Instead… he was dumbstruck. "What?"

Apollo swished his tail. "I… who is that?"

"Carrots—" Dex shook his head. "Lilith. Helped Necrozma possess that Lucario."

Apollo sighed, motioning for the officers. "Fine. I'll let the others off you guys. Just… don't let this repeat itself."

He ran towards them.

"...And now you seek redemption." Nick hummed, crossing his arms. He eyed the Lopunny, giving her a fierce stare. Lilith could see the rage inside, suppressed enough for them to have a casual conversation.

"Yeah. Redemption and… kinda don't wanna lose my free will, not when Nec happens to be a damn psychopath." Lilith chuckled, not even because it was funny, but from the sheer insanity of it all. "...Also, I got the crystals you guys needed. They're in my purse."

"Oh yeah, as if we'll believe that." Meggie continued to charge her attack, seconds away from firing.

"No." Nick stepped forward, walking until he was facing Lilith up close. "I think this is a good opportunity. We have someone that was on the inside. And…"

He opened Lilith's purse, picking the two bracelets. He tossed the ghost one to Meggie, and the bug one to Dex. They both caught it.

"...It's not like we should trust you. Because let me tell you this, Lilith—" Nick snarled. "If this is a trap, I will end you myself."

"Alright, fair enough," she saluted. "Which reminds me. He wasn't there last time I checked, but I think… Necrozma might be back at the apartment."


A portal opened, and Necrozma landed on his feet, growling. He closed his eyes, still shivering. This couldn't be happening, not to him. Lance could never hope to be strong enough to start taking back his body. It just didn't seem plausible.

"Petulant child. Your tenacity remains, even after I tried putting you down." He punched the wall, leaving a hole in it, and then clawed at it, snarling. "Let me tell you the truth, vessel. You were born for me. It is only because we're connected that you still live."

…Get out of my body.

Necrozma could hear the snarl from his mind. Their mind. Or… no, it was his, as soon as he got rid of the resistance.

You're lucky. If you died, I would too. Such an inefficient way of bonding… but I'll get rid of this weakness as soon as I can.

Ah, yes. By getting rid of free will. Why?

Necrozma sat on the couch, groaning. Why have it in the first place? Why can't you see, vessel? It has led the mortals to tragedy, time and time again. It is worthless.

You say that, and yet… you're acting on your own free will. Don't you think that makes you a little hypocritical?

Get out. He roared, eyes glowing and feelers twitching. Necrozma teared the couch apart, not caring enough to answer Lance, or the other two—Scar and Max—who had come to see what was going on with him.

Yes! Go… away. To the chains you go!

It continued, until the voice in his head stopped talking. Necrozma panted, trembling. He really did need light; seeing a tiny crack on his armor. This is… so undignified.

"Sire, are you alright…?" Scar cleared his throat to get the legendary's attention.

"Uh, boss? Everything good? I was gonna ask if the prisoners' light tasted good, but… I dunno how it tastes."

"Depends on the 'mon." He replied, groaning. "And why ask?! Do your jobs! I deal with my problems on my own!"

"Because I worry." Scar said, coming closer, until Necrozma snarled at him again. "...But if you wish to be on your own, then I will oblige."

"Hmph. Don't be dramatic, I just don't want your pity. I am a God. I do not need pity from mortals. Do your job."

Max raised a claw.

"...You do your job too. Why are you still here, by the way? Don't you have a way of warping to that stupid town?"

"I mean… yeah, but I didn't expect to come here in the first place. Didn't bring—"

"Excuses," he interrupted. "Am I really surrounded by idiots?!"

"...Sire, please. You must calm down."

"Calm down." Necrozma grumbled, but he still recognized that was a useful suggestion. "...Fine. I am fine. As a matter of fact, I'm great!"

He did need to calm down. Breaths. It always came down to the stupid breaths.


"Nevertheless… it's time for us to go."

His feelers twitched again, and Necrozma looked at himself. His body—because it really was his. Lance kept resisting, trying to take control, even managing to change his actions. Acts that shouldn't even be possible.

Hypocritical. That is something reserved to mortals. I cannot be hypocritical, and I cannot make mistakes. Do you hear me, vessel?

Yes. But it's not like I have any choice. Lance snarled again. Perhaps Necrozma should get inside their head to confront him once more.

Exactly, you don't get a choice. Because if you did, it would only lead to sorrow. Understand this. It is what I must do. I am not… flawed.

Necrozma closed a fist, but it opened on its own; Lance's doing, for sure.

As a God, it's my duty to make sure you mortals don't destroy yourselves. He thought, knowing Lance could hear him. This doesn't make me flawed. I am a hero. The world WILL be saved by ME. And you can't stop me.

You say that, but the fact you refuse to acknowledge anything other than what you think proves your flaws exist.

Wretched mortal… you're worthless! Necrozma managed to shout in thought only.

I… am not flawed. I don't know how or why you managed to escape the chains, and although it's nothing short of a miracle… it won't happen again.

Lance didn't say anything in return. The silence, meant to be relaxing, only aggravated Necrozma.

Is that it? No quips? Ran out of things to say, vessel?

Necrozma grit his teeth. First, Lance mocked him by continuing to talk, and now, the mockery continued by refusing to say anything. That just wouldn't do.

You should be grateful. Before your time, before ALL of your times, worshippers submitted themselves to me, completely. They trusted me with their life. How… why can't you do the same?

Still no reply.

Answer me. I know you're there. I am your God, you will answer me, even if I must dig you out myself.

Finally, he heard something. A chuckle.

You don't understand it, do you? I may be weak now, but the seed of doubt has been planted already. The fact you had to beg me to reply proves it.

What?! Necrozma snapped back to reality, panting. No, no, no! He wasn't tricked by a mortal! That was intentional, it had to be intentional! You… come back—

But Necrozma stopped himself. Deep inside, he knew asking for Lance to reply would only feed into his tricks. Despite this, he laughed.

Ah… trick or not, it's nothing but that. It won't help you, vessel.

He stood up, his focus back on the subordinates beside him. Scar had kept a close watch at the conversation, even if he didn't hear anything.

"Like I said before… we need to go."


Yes, they were just about done in that city. Scar agreed the decision to leave was important, even if getting rid of any resistance would be better. But who was he to question his Lord?

"Understood, Sire. However…"

"Lillith's outside." Max shrugged. Oh, it would be great if this ended well, and didn't anger him that they would take longer to go home. "...At the library, but it's fine. We'll be alright, just gotta wait for her—"

"She's what?!" Necrozma glared. "You have got to be kidding me. Scar!"

Scar straightened himself. "Yes, Sire?"

"What part of "I think she's having second thoughts" do you not understand?!" He rubbed a paw on his face, groaning. "I am sure she's not at any library."

This time, Scar questioned it. "Sire, I have known her for decades, I sincerely doubt she would lie to us."

"Y'know what? I'm gonna go check if there's any clues!" Max pouted, running to the room she used.

"You trust her, but I know better. Now, would you like to tell me everything, or will I need to get it out of you by force?"

Scar rubbed his chin in thought. "...She came to us asking for the two crystals, saying she would gather some information on the library, on how to destroy them."

"Destroy them? Wha—Did I not mention you can't?!" Once more, he roared, tapping the ground repeatedly. "...She lied. She's not at the library. Luckily, I have an idea of where she might be."

"...The police." Scar muttered. As he did so, Max came back empty handed, walking with a shrug.

"Found nothing. Guess she really did run off, right?"

"This is disgusting. It's what I get… my reward."

"No, no. Perhaps we can still catch up to her. Though the city is humongous, I doubt we will find her quickly."

"Thanks to my power, this body has increased range for sensing." Necrozma flexed various claws. "I can try—no, I will find her. But, of course… our first stop is at the station. If that fails, then I'll begin my search."

"Don'tcha worry about being drained, boss." Max saluted and grinned. "Once we get the emeras, everything will be a-okay!"

"It better be."

He sighed, cursing the body for needing gestures like this to ease nerves. Necrozma started walking with his arms folded behind his back, twitching his ears every now and then. "I will not be denied. Not when I'm so close to completion. And you two better not betray me. Traitors don't sit well with me."

"Fair enough, then." Max adjusted his hat and put a bag on, getting ready. "Guess we're warping, then?"

Necrozma clawed at the air to open the wormhole. "Does that answer your question? Actually, don't say anything. I know it does."

"Lilith…" Scar whispered, frowning. How could she betray them like that…? Once more, my family leaves me. If the prospect of my Lord did not exist, I would still believe myself to be cursed.

"Just get in already!"


Apollo kept talking to the press, and to his officers. Some still tried to advance to ask questions, but he had kept them at bay for the moment.

"Hm…" Nick looked at the bracelets. Or, more precisely, at the crystals they contained. His sensors kept moving as he felt the aura inside. A very strong aura in both of them. "Can't say I've heard of this before. Meggie, did you?"

"Not really, no… so it's not something from the humans," she replied.

Dex grinned, showing off some of his fangs as he gazed at Lilith. "So Carrots joins us, eh? Hell yeah! Now I'm not the most recent member!"

"Technically, we were allies a few months ago, but—"

"She's not joining…" Brian said, interrupting the Lopunny. "We're just allying again."

"Great." Lilith sighed. This somehow ended up a lot better than she anticipated. "...Guess we'll regroup, then?"

"Aye." Dex chuckled, wrapping his left arm around her. "I'll show ye the place!"

Meggie huffed, floating next to the two, and creating another icy shard.

"Not a good idea. If this is a trap, then it might be best to pick somewhere neutral."

"Good point." Nick added. "Then, let's find a good spot—"

His feelers twitched again, just as a portal opened and a sphere shot from it, but Nick shot one of his own, the two attacks colliding into a smoky explosion.

The crowd behind them began to scream as three Pokémon walked out of the portal. Necrozma had his arm ready to fire another sphere… and chuckled at the sight of Nick.

"Ah, hello. Sorry to crash the party, but I've heard you had one of our own!"

Scar didn't waste time, setting his sights on Lilith. "Daughter. Please tell me you have not forsaken Him…"

Lilith froze, gulping. She didn't dare to answer, and couldn't, no matter how many times she tried. Meggie turned her back and seeing her enemies. And with how the Lopunny seemed to be trapped in fear… she probably wasn't lying.

"Somewhere neutral…" Brian muttered to himself. I wonder if I can force him to bring us back home again.

Meanwhile, the audience had began to run away, though the officers remained. Apollo himself barked, trying to get their attention.

"Mister Nicholas! This isn't ideal, but I also don't want a fight to break out here."

"At this point, I doubt we have much of a choice." Nick sighed. "But go away! We'll handle this on our own!"

Apollo drooped his ears, and then motioned for the officers to run off into the streets, to protect the civilians in case something happened.

Lilith panted, and finally managed to get a reply. "I'm sorry, Scar, but… this has gone too far! I can't handle this anymore. I'm… really sorry."

Scar clutched his club as tight as possible, and it audibly cracked. "I see. If this is the case, then… I am sorry too."

"Don't be, she brought this upon herself." Necrozma said, and then he looked at Nick, keeping a bright, cheery grin.

Nick didn't seem fazed by it, simply staring. He knew how to handle emotions, and rage made one reckless. He didn't need to be reckless.


He closed his eyes. "Though, I suppose we can at least make the number of combatants go down…"

"Lilith," he cried out. "Hand me the emera. I want to try this… mega evolution."

"U-Uh? What, oh. O-Okay!" Without waiting any further, she tossed the bracelet.

"And now…" Nick said as he put it, clicking the looplet into place around his right arm. "Necrozma, was it?"

"How adorable. Another mortal thinks he can defy me." He just chuckled.

"Here's what will happen." Nick raised the arm and touched the stone inside his looplet, letting the energy envelop him. A bright, orange flash of aura surrounded him.

"You will give me my son back."

Brian gulped, not noticing Meggie hovering to hold his paw. "D-Dad…"

"Hmph. When will you mortals learn?" Necrozma eyed his subordinates. "Do not interrupt."

Nick already started running, closing a fist. It began to shimmer with a gray, metallic light. He jumped, aiming at Necrozma and falling towards him like a meteor.

"Bah!" Necrozma blocked with an arm, but he was dragged back a little. "Thanks, Dad! It's so nice fighting my old man!"

"Don't speak in his voice!" Nick jumped back and rushed again, firing an orange sphere to Necrozma.

The attack landed, but he simply laughed it off and responded with a sphere of his own, cracks of black surrounding even the air around the attack.

"See, Dad?! This is what you get when you acquire unsurpassable power!"

"Hmph." Nick launched another sphere, colliding both of the attacks. Amidst the smoke, he still ran, trading blows and kicks with Necrozma, one unable to land a significant hit on the other.

"Dad!" Brian gulped, trying to go ahead and help, but Meggie pushed him back. "B-Be careful!"

Lilith watched the fight as well as she could, but she spent most of the time looking at Scar, the disappointment in his eyes was almost palpable.

"Goggles, yer dad is incredible…" Dex whistled, watching the fight after the smoke cleared.

"C'mon, Dad! Stop trying to hit me!"

Nick jumped, igniting his leg on fire and landing on Necrozma with a powerful, flaming kick that finally dragged him back further.

"And you… stop pretending to be him." Nick stated, clenching a fist and coating it in the same metallic shimmer as before. "I know my son. Lance… would never say "dad". He always called me father."

"Oh well…" he stood up and chuckled, grinning as wide as possible. "Was worth a shot anyway! Now… Father, did you know him? Really know him? If you did… you'd notice the signs way before I took control!"

Nick didn't have an answer to that. He simply sighed. "I failed in many things. But I'll be better. For my sons."

And he charged again with another punch.


Necrozma responded by clocking with an arm, though the impact left whirlwinds surrounding the two. Nick growled, closing his other fist and trying a second punch.

Once more, his opponent blocked it, but now he was defenseless. Nick smirked, igniting his leg again and kicking him right in the chest.

"Urgh!" He roared, sticking his claws on the rocky ground and charging again. "You know what?! Enough of this! Killing you will serve as a great lesson for the vessel!"

His words dripped with venom, but Nick wasn't about to let them intimidate him. With quick feet and determination, Nick ran ahead. His claws started glowing, surrounded by eerie ectoplasm.

The two clashed, slashing at each other like wild beasts. Nick was far more savage than usual, letting roars and grunts at every opportunity possible. Necrozma, on the other hand, composed himself, but… he took hits.

More than one hit. As the fight dragged on, Necrozma found himself taking strike after strike, and sometimes, not even dodging them. Unusual, even to him. Normally, he would at least try to dodge.

Nick noticed this. The strange way Necrozma seemed to move towards the shadow claws, getting hit time and time again. Just what was going on?

"Tch! Just die already, you worthless mortal!" Necrozma jumped back, blasting three spheres towards Nick.

"I already said it," he replied, ethereal claws forming once more. "I'm getting Lance back!"

In a flash, Nick disappeared, and each of the spheres was cut through like they were butter, exploding into aura, while the Mega Lucario advanced, preparing another hit—

"Enough." Necrozma blocked, holding Nick's arm when he was close enough. He began to grasp it, with enough force to hear bones start to pop. "I've had it with…! W-With—"

"I'm not sure how a God like you didn't notice it before. You're holding back." Nick closed another fist and punched him once more, this time, on Necrozma's chin, sending him upward and then backwards.

Brian's ears twitched once more. "Lance… Lance's doing it! He's fighting!"

"You said I didn't know him. That I should have seen the signs." Nick closed his eyes and let out a short breath. "That's true, I should've paid attention. But I know him much, much more than you ever will. That's why I can say… Lance, my son, return to us!"

Necrozma put a hand in front of his face and groaned, coughing. He screamed, a guttural, primal scream that shook the area. "I-I… I already said it! I won't be denied! I am Lance! And you've used my body for too long!"

Was this working? Necrozma began shivering and trembling, coughing again. With one arm, he tore through the helmet, trying to remove it.

"N-Now…! Get—"

Brian tried getting closer, and once more, Meggie stopped him. On the other side, Scar tried the same, only for Max to grab him. Whatever was going on, they shouldn't get near.

"I said—" Necrozma roared, his voice turning back into the distorted one. "S-Stupid vessel! Stop struggling so much!"

The Lucario stopped moving, and remained frozen, much like a statue. He then shook his head back and roared once more, aura bursting from his body in a massive purple explosion.

Nick was dragged back, covering his face to let the dust settle.


Once it was away, Nick had a clear line of sight to a portal slowly closing. He tried to run inside, even jumping to get a better chance… but it dissipated before he was able to go.

"D-Damn it!" Nick fell on his knees, grunting as the mega evolution aura left his body, going inside the emera again.

"This ain't good…" Dex ran, and saw the distinct lack of their three enemies.

"They probably warped to Cydonia…" Lilith was next, rubbing her arm. "I'm… sorry."

Brian remained in place, however, holding Meggie's hand. "And we failed. Again. Lance's still possessed."

"But we did get close! Just… a little longer. Not that we counted on him doing… whatever that was." Meggie hovered down a little, and then leaned closer to Brian.

"A burst of aura," Nick answered, standing up. "At least, that's what it looked like. But… we can't go there now. We need to rest."

"Rest? Sorry, sir Goggles and Pup's dad, but we can't let 'em get away with it!"

Though Dex had a point, Nick did too. They were tired, and with no way of quickly getting to Cydonia. Nick, in particular, wondered if they had any cards.

Even so, the mood had been soured. Lilith realized this, with everything going silent. She sighed, and now that she was on the road to redemption, needed to help them.

"I'm not giving up," she said. "And neither should any of you. We just… need to keep trying."

Brian looked at her with teary eyes. "You… you're right. You know what their plan is! How they're gonna do it and all! And you're helping us!"

"For now, son…" Nick walked to him, touching Brian's shoulder. "We need to rest. For as little time as we can. Lilith… do you have any idea?"

"I dunno. Days, weeks, maybe? Necrozma said to get the emeras in some random western town. Depends on how fast Max does it."

Lilith paused, considering another variable. "Though he is pissed off. You hurt him real bad last time, Brian."

"We still need to talk about that…" Meggie sighed. "Man, I can't wait for this to be over. I'm in desperate need of a vacation."

"Despite that, we have a countdown to our destruction." The Lucario added, frowning. "Which is never a good thing. Trust me, I have experience with Gods."

Brian looked at the sky, but kept quiet. With so many speeches, fights and all… he was tired. Tired of it all. Yet, he had to keep going. They all had to. Giving up was… not a choice they could make.

"Dad. Let's regroup. Neutral place, right?"
 

Ambyssin

Gotta go back. Back to the past.
Location
Residency hell
Pronouns
he/him
Partners
  1. silvally-dragon
  2. necrozma-ultra
  3. milotic
  4. zoroark-soda
  5. dreepy
  6. mewtwo-ambyssin
Blitzy New Year
Disclaimer: Reviews are generally stream of consciousness stuff. Feel free to take with a grain of salt or ignore them entirely.

43
-How can one bruise a gengar? It, presumably, has no blood. Nor skin. There's probably a better comparison to draw for a ghost.
-So Lance just kills a salazzle and the cult takes in her whole reverse harem? How very cult-like.
-Max: [wants cake]. Lilith: I got your cake right here [wiggles hips].
-We interrupt Brian waking up to bring you Garfield.
-Wait, Brian never told his dad Lance was gone? That seems... remarkably irresponsible. He doesn't even have a solid excuse, either. He's not that forgetful.
-Really shouldn't use dialogue that consists of only ellipses. That's a very video gamey thing to do and prose fics have better ways to convey that.
-I dunno, man, I think Meggie likes her froslass life enough that I'm not sure why she's looking so hard into the human life she forgot. XD
-Lance hates sweets? Of course he does. What an edgelord.
-Wait, Brian's haircut is a mullet?! Oh god. Oh why? The mullet died out for a reason! 🤣
-Max ordered more cake, did he? [lenny face]
-So, we're bringing Z-crystals into this, eh? Unsurprising with Necrozma involved, I suppose, but at least it's being clearly denoted as Z-power.
-Scar's planning to off the king, eh? Still think you're really working with the good guys, Lance? (The answer is no. Because he joined a cult.)
-Brian didn't even tell his dad about what happened in the Tree of Life?! Son of the year, right there.
-Armor for a lucario sounds cool on paper, but lucario kinda rely on being speedy to be effective in fights and weighing Lance down with armor is counterintuitive to that idea. Even if it is magic armor, it's still pushing suspension of disbelief.

44
-Opening is suitably disgusting in its description. Nice. But "blushed" is not a dialogue tag. It's not a verb that describes speaking at all. XD
-Dexter abandons every team he joins, huh? Could that be... foreshadowing? 👀
-The Dexter flashback seems kinda random and out of nowhere. As it stands, it's not really doing anything to push the plot and I'm not sure why it's been placed here.
-Seems like Lilith's always eating something. Really baking her personal cake, huh? >:3
-If I'm reading this right, Lilith's mom was a prostitute? I suppose I could understand why she ends up in what's basically a cult, then.
-To be honest, I'm not sure why Dexter's flashback stuff gets broken up like this. Come to think of it, I almost feel like this chapter would read smoother if all the Dexter stuff was kept together and then the Lilith stuff was put together. Jumping back and forth between them feels very disjointed to me, especially since it's giving us these big backstories for these secondary characters, who I guess you're trying to make even more prominent for the chapters going forward.
-So, they're fighting because of a fight picked at the guild? Okay. I guess it's short enough as it is, but low stakes stuff like this can be skipped over without much being lost.
-A hookshot? Suddenly Legend of Zelda!

45: Undertaking? We going WWE?
-Lemme guess, Necrozma got sealed in the Darkinium Z because darkness sealing the light? Or something like that.
-Yup, there it is. King gonna get killed, ain't he? Get your Fs ready.
-"I'm not smiling!" ... So tsundere.
-Honestly it's surprising Lilith is as well-adjusted as she seems given last chapter. Or she's so hopped up on cult juice that it overrides her messed up childhood that should leave her in need of a therapist.
-"My wife and kids are dead, Lance. They're fucking dead." The irony of this for me is palpable. Maybe Scar should talk to Bahamut. 🤣
-I feel like the intention is for the haxorus guy to take over and be the vessel for Necrozma, but it's somehow going to end up as Lance.
-The wife got sick with a rare disease as a result of the invasion? Or just coincidentally during it? Not entirely sure of which is which.
-Wow, it sure was easy to get Lance to buy into killing the king. Almost like he's hopped up on cult juice or something.
-I fail to see the logic in just walking up to the king and saying they're going to kill him. That's... not how coups work. They usually need an element of surprise to them.
-Never mind, I guess Lance was always going to be the vessel king. 😆

46: Send it to voicemail
-If Brian hasn't been sleeping there's no way he's got the proper cognitive function to be building machines. [shakes fist] It's almost like Brian's actually bipolar and going through a manic episode, but even then he wouldn't actually be that productive.
-If Dexter is really Brian's friend, why is he still living in the slums? Wouldn't the team have enough resources to get him out of there?
-That's right, Brian, Lance is gay and doing crimes. [evil laugh]
-From family angst to sea shanty singing. Ah, mood whiplash.
-Nice to see Apollo's doing well. And got a promotion, to boot.
-Okay, so we're finally going to reunite the team, in a manner of speaking. I'm glad, because these parts where Lance is split off from everyone else did feel disjointed, as I mentioned before. Too much jumping back and forth where I would have preferred things consistently sticking to one faction while they went about whatever business they were conducting. Especially since the rest of the team... hasn't really done much that was productive? Mainly been a lot of Brian being depressed.

47: They're going to DA GOOGLE?! D:
-Max in a fedora. Max. In. A. Fedora. What? Why? That's hilarious, but it makes me think of him like a pimp. Especially with how thuggish he acts toward the barkeep. If these awakening emeras are dangerous and frightening people, I feel like Max could've taken a lighter approach. Even if he is a big fella.
-I swear POV characters get jumped so often I feel like I'm reading something out of Yakuza/Like a Dragon with how thuggish these random mook jumps feel. [beat] Lmao they were just the sheriff's deputies or whatever. Sounds like law enforcement here is quite corrupt to be acting like they own the place.
-D'aww, Brian's fan being a vulpix is cute. Li'l fox fren. :3
-"Tongue" is not a nickname, Dexter. It's just Greninja's most notable body part. e_e
-Yes, Heliolisk, "Ma'am, this is a Wendys" her. Though I feel like the fic is lampshading this is less tongue and cheek and more pointing out how awkward it is for Meggie to be thinking about this. I'm not sure if she's determined to figure out more about humans to try and dissociate them from what she knows of Gallade. Because I'm not sure reclaiming her own memories would make her much happier. Possibly the opposite.
-There's being humble and then there's having an inferiority complex. Brian's falling in the latter right now with his behavior. Which I guess makes sense if he's still depressed because of Lance's situation.
-Brian's making Dexter pay for drinks even though he's well aware of the guy's living situation? Seems a bit fucked up to me.
-With all Dexter's monologuing about being a replacement, I firmly expect him to play a more consequential role in rescuing Lance from Necky's cult. Would be a nice character arc for him to undergo in the context of the fic.

48: V4
-Is an ego stroking really all Lance wants from Vulcan? [lenny face]
-Serperior is totally the sibling of one of the other test subjects Lance had to kill for Gallade or something, isn't she?
-Lilith gonna give herself diabetes with all the sweets she eats.
-All the psychic weaknesses sealed Necrozma, then. I guess it sealed him as the big blast crystal, since there are other weaknesses from any form. would necky!lance be steel/psychic or psychic/fighting?
-Serperior would have a pretty difficult time being stealthy without any magical abilities. They're long and have to slither everywhere.
-Eeeeeyup, there it is. Not sure why it's taken this long for this plot beat to manifest. Might've been nice if it had more foreshadowing before.
-Lance invented socialism! ... I mean government handouts! ... I mean a welfare program!
-Serperior doesn't care for Lance's tragic backstory™, how rude.
-I'm... still not really sure what the overall purpose of Serperior is here, though, unless she's going to escape or something. Lance has already been doubting if this is truly the right path so having Serperior here to remind him of what he already knows doesn't do anything for me other than bloat the word count a bit. I'd have rather the rest of the team get closer to getting to this island city or the other cultists get closer to the other Z-crystals.

49: This Crisis Core reimagining looking kinda sus ngl.
-I'm with Dexter. Brian, make up your mind if you want him helping with the water journey or not.
-Oh no! Lance is... having poison-types do custodial work? HOW EVIL! (Would've been cute to put an alolan grimer or muk here.)
-Mid-scene perspective swap from Dexter to Lance is a bit sudden and abrupt. Think the scene break should've come at this point.
-Good job, Brian. You remembered your ability. It's only been, like, ten chapters since you've used it. XD
-If it's raining out and the ground's all soggy and stuff, wouldn't Brian leave behind footprints that a guard could see? 🤔
-How nice of Max and Lilith to discuss their plans so openly without taking the time to check their surroundings to make sure nothing was amiss. Guess Scar has not secured things as well as he would've liked.
-Lance, you're not classy enough to sip wine on a throne like Dracula in SotN.
-Well that sure was two brothers punching themselves in the face until Brian wins with the power of anime. I... really feel like they could've actually talked things out or else Lance needed to show a bit more of cult juice kool-aid drinking. He was already wavering in his faith before, so his motive to descend into fighting feels lukewarm. Especially when he doesn't have it be an act until the very end. I've brought it up in other reviews, but it reads like another instance of you having a specific plot bit in mind (the brothers fighting) and brute forcing the fic to that point even if it doesn't quite add up.
-I firmly expect whatever Lance's idea is to fail and for him to get possessed.

50: Darkrai time? Probably not.
-Scar employing the traditional tactic of gaslighting and gatekeeping Lance from his friends and family. Too bad he's not a girlboss.
-There must be something specific about Lance that Scar needs for Necrozma vessel status, otherwise it makes very little sense why Scar would be okay with being betrayed, as opposed to seeing through the betrayal and finding a different person to be the vessel. Someone more willing.
-Oh, hey, is this the first time the cult is actually being referred to as a cult on screen? :V
-Brian: We, uh, had a fight. Meggie: What kind of fight? Brian: [sigh] A big, anime fight. Meggie: I knew it.
-If Brian is supposed to really be on the run, shouldn't the team, y'know, leave the city instead of squatting in a warehouse?
-So, I guess Necrozma's will is strong enough to impose itself on Brian and force him to draw out the power from the crystal and undo its seal? I'm going with that, because otherwise it makes Brian look quite foolish. ^^;
-Necrozma sounds like a feral here. Maybe because it's only part of its imprisoned essence that Brian unleashed? It's certainly a far cry from what Lance found on that island a while back.
-So, I guess specific pokémon sealed themselves in certain Z-crystals to contain Necrozma or something? I'm not entirely sure, because Darkrai's power only shows up at the end there before Meggie gets woken back up and the truth is dropped that Brian's apparently got Darkrai powers now.
-Scar: lmao i'm literally too edgy for Brian's acquired edginess. [time passes] Brian: Ha, you thought!
-Why is Brian caked up in that pose?! XD Though I guess that art suggests it was always Darkrai power and nothing to do with Necrozma? I think the crystal stuff made that rather unclear initially.
-Another big anime fight. I do wish we heard glimpses of the seal mentioned more often until the end because it actually gives a bit of a glimpse into what Darkrai's warped mindset is right now.
-This chapter was also pretty dang long, too. I think it could've been split at some point, like everything within the nightmare castle contained as a separate chapter.

51: In this fic? Not a chance. :P
-Boy, Brian sure is quick to bounce back from getting possessed by Darkrai, huh? No time for personal angst, gotta angst over Lance's current situation. XD
-Scar having second thoughts but at the same time he's like "Nah, too late to turn back now." This is actually something tragic villains do a lot. Nice.
-Ayy, Entercards. Shame there's no Espeon and Umbreon for them. 😭 I guess the bad guys using them for traveling is a (unintentional?) Tales of Elysium reference?
-I don't remember canon Entercards, but giving them a symbol to match a specific type for the dungeon is a nice little touch.
-If the hideout sucks so much, why don't y'all move it?! 😆
-Lance: Theoretically a bug crystal shouldn't react with you. (Narrator: It's going to react with one of them.)
-Ah, there's the "I'm letting them betray us so that I can betray the betrayal" plan. Of course it won't work if the team destroys the crystals in the dungeon itself. Unless, of course, destroying the crystals breaks the shield. Don't know why the team didn't think of that possibility.

52: Sounds like we're going to Honey Nut Cheerios land
-These bug stereotypes are hilarious when you consider there are plenty of big bugs in pokémon.
-Oh, we buzzwolin? Flex time? 💪
-Having made the mistake of trying to write a puzzle solving dungeon in a PMD fic before, I can say it's not something that translates well into a prose fic. It's more like... reading a game walkthrough than a proper scene, if that makes sense.
-The amount of tempting fate the team is doing by not bringing up the lack of enemies is comical. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? 😈
-So our ghost representative is Blacephalon? Is the dungeon gonna be party/disco themed? C'mon, you gotta do it. You gotta!
-The cocoons remind me of Burgh's gym in B2W2 but I think you're actually trying to reference one of the Ultra Space pockets from USUM. Like the one you find Buzzwole or Pheromosa in, IIRC.
-Mutated 'mons is a nifty concept, though the fact that they seem to mostly stick to traditional attacks does turn it into a bit of a mook fight. At least it's fairly quick. ^^;
-Look at all the Master Hands! What is this, World of Light or something? Though it really is just a bunch of dungeon crawling with some fairly traditional tropes like a looping maze. And the chapter's already long enough that you probably could have cut down on some of this stuff, sticking to things with more plot relevance, like the big statues.
-Aww, no flex off. 😔Though Buzzwole really should've been put into a new chapter.
-At least we got the obligatory "Never skip leg day" meme. And buzzwole is a fitting 'mon for a chapter that's all about Dexter proving his credit to the team.

53: Right to the ghost dungeon, I guess?
-This mysterious new emera feels more like a Necrozmium-Z. Which means Scar is definitely setting Lance up to be a patsy in this situation.
-Lance needs to listen to Edna. NO CAPES.
-Fireworks already. I like where this is going. :V
-One the one hand, fusing past, cursed specters of their past fusing with actual dungeon 'mons is an intriguing idea. On the other hand, however, it's... another mook battle. And dungeon crawling in general that's identical to what we read last chapter mechanically. That doesn't strike me as the best pacing to take.
-Suddenly romance! I guess that was nice for Meggie and Brian. Maybe that should've been the big main dungeon test, though I do think since it's so thoroughly explained to us it feels like a game walkthrough... again.
-Little to say about the blacephalon fight. It was just another battle immediately after a previous Ultra Beast battle. It involved Mind Blown, as expected. Not much else to it.

54: Personally I'm more of an Emerald guy.
-So we're just jumping straight into more battling, huh? This is reminding me of the Tree of Life which was... a lot of battling. 😅 I skipped over a lot of the early stuff because some of the prose and character thoughts are retreading stuff from the last two chapters, particularly for Dexter and Meggie. But, hey, at least now the cult is really sounding like a cult!
-Justice is... finding meaning in battle? I'm a bit unclear of these dueling thought processes between Lance and Scar here. ^^;
-W... why would Scar not have one of them stay behind to make sure Team Liberators doesn't attempt to follow? That strikes me as a very stupid decision on their part. Was there really no other possibilities you could think of to get the heroes there? Especially since it reads like it's leading into more fighting.

55: No Hoenn confirmed here.
-I preferred it when they sounded like cultists. Now it feels like the cultists are sounding less like the people who fought by the Liberators' side at the Tree of Life and more like the thugs they were fighting there. I feel like there'd be more emotional weight if they behaved like the former instead of the latter.
-And there's Necrozma in all his clearly hammy glory. That seems familiar. I do think he's a bit contradictory but I get the sense he lost his sanity a lot time ago and I'm thoroughly surprised his behavior doesn't seem to raise any alarm bells with his little cult, but I guess they're too drunk on kool-aid to care how OBVIOUSLY EVIL their savior looks. Oh well.

This is a good stopping point for me.
 
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