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"I don't have a name. I've been calling myself 'Necrozma' because it means 'death prism' in my world's ancient tongue."

"I've never traveled to another universe. Most likely what you saw was a Phantom spawned by World Ender to deceive you," Necrozma said, crossing his arms and tapping his crystalline claws against what constituted his forearms.

Necrozma had no eyes to roll in his current form. "And, by that logic, you have no proof you aren't its minion. What I do know is you're concealing information from us. And there was something very off about your aura. Almost as if you were camouflaging it. There are no other psychics in the...

"You're honestly going to believe that, if something happens here, your spirit will safely return to Stoogezard's abode?" Necrozma growled. "What part of 'sacrifice' didn't sink in? Our spirits are what Stoogezard is offering. Once World Ender gets them, it will learn of exactly where each of...

"You'll just die a spiritual death. I hear those are quite painful for ghosts."

Necrozma chuffed. "People who claim to like me have a terrible habit of dying."

"I need more light than a litwick's tiny flame." Necrozma glanced skyward. "And, Charmander, that joke of yours is as sad as your species trying to convince everyone you're dragons when you're not."

"If I was a decent person, I'd still have my light." In a whisper, he added, "My mate. My child."

"Exactly what I'd expect his minion to say," Necrozma scoffed. "You've never seen how World Ender works, but I have. The giant magikarp is a sign that World Ender approaches."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Necrozma shrugged. "It's what a failure like me deserves."

Logging the rest of wave 2 challenges for writing 2000 words. granted it was all medical stuff but it fucking counts damn it

"Preposterous." Necrozma waved the little deino off. "Stoogezard isn't a god. He is undoubtedly part of World Ender... and trying to make sure the daemon claims all of our souls." This prompted a growl and a clenching of his fists. "I told you... I'm but a phantom of the dragon I once was. I...

"My... kind?" Necrozma shrugged. "I do not have a kind. I'm but a lowly phantom of the dragon I used to be."

"To weaken us and make us more vulnerable." Necrozma lifted his hand and it faintly crackled. "As worthless as I am, I could do more in my original body than in this one. As for moving around... he let us do that so that clashing personalities and egos would draw the magikarp closer to us even...

Necrozma decided he'd rather make that question rhetorical. "The answer, in my opinion, is not to comprise a team with a large contingency of pokémon weak to water." He glanced at Tricky. "Even if we looked beyond the magikarp to the possibility of other threats, the best course of action would...

"If I were in my real body, I could at least make an attempt at protecting the lot of you, but your boss stripped us of our powers." He still didn't make eye contact. "Let me ask you something, Charmander. If you needed to bring together a team of pokémon to stop a giant, rampaging water-type...

"It's not a compliment if it's not true. I'm not important." Necrozma kept eye— or, rather, core contact with Astrid. "I'm not interested in stealing your light when there's a perfectly free source right here." He pointed his left hand skyward. This fake wyrm certainly was a charmander, all...

"Greetings, Moonchild. I apologize about your pelt." Necrozma bowed to her. "I'm subjecting myself to the ocean to prepare for that magikarp's Hydro Pumps."

"And you look like the perfect spy for that fake charizard that sent us to be sacrificed," Necrozma said, not bothering to turn around and make eye contact. "Same with your two identical twins."

With another light gathered, Necrozma splashed himself with more water. The salt seeped into the cracks in his body and an angered grunt echoed across the beach.