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"...What are you doing?" A Mewtwo was watching this all unfold near the crossroads--once their enemy, now their ally due to some mental shenanigans. Formally Giovanni, currently Silver. "Do you guys want the math on why this isn't gonna work out, or do you guys want to figure that out yourselves?"

Dunsparce doesn't remember the details, only that things had gone dark suddenly, and then the next thing he knew, he was rampaging around without thinking about it. When he returned to normal, he 'woke up' with the usual aches and pains of battle. He had just been on a morning stroll and didn't...

Diyem sighed, picking the bread up as it wriggled and squirmed. "Another lost soul, but this one a long-time inhabitant of my Voidlands. Have you chosen here to revive yourself?" It growled at him, biting ineffectually at his fingers. "...Mm. This is a defiant one, but he also does not wish to...

Just asked Pop, moon isn't made of cheese, Owen reported. ...You actually asked? I mean, with everything else that happened, who knows?

"Rah!" "...I think it is a Void Shadow," said Diyem with a low growl, sighing. "I must have channeled too much darkness into my baking supplies, and now we only have..."He frowned. "...Apiece of bread, animated by a corrupted soul. Hm." He reached toward the bread, and it snapped at him...

"Nothing to concern yourself with!" Diyem shouted. He had tossed Puddle down and managed to squeeze himself through the rest of the window with some effort, but the bread was already rolling far down the street. Owen had been sitting on his front yard with Cal, chatting about something while...

The evil baked bread smashed into Puddle before chomping at its body with its sharp, yeasty teeth. Diyem flared out his wings and leapt, reaching for the bread, which broke through Puddle's ill-defined body. Diyem ended up grabbing Puddle and getting his body caught in the window. "Ngh--!" He...

"...No. It was not." "Grr... RRRRRGH... RRRAAAA!" The oven exploded open from the inside, swinging the door hard. Something flew out of the smoke and the shadowfire, striking Diyem harmlessly in the chest. He tried to grab for it, but it was too fast and it went leaping through the plumes of...

"No. Bread does not move. I've seen instructional videos and they only expand." Within the oven, as Diyem eased up on his shadowfire, he wondered if he'd pumped too much of his energy into it while thinking about Void Shadows. He looked at his tail, which had a similar, shadowy flame, and then...

"No," Diyem replied simply. "Vix is not someone... that I would personally worry about. Void Shadows without a Dark Matter to drive them... may be hostile, but only because they are afraid and do not know who allies are. Vix already has allies. An autonomous Void Shadow can do as they like, and...

"Hmm..." Diyem hummed. "I do not know. Every world is different. Some worlds are vastly different. If there is no Dark Matter, then a Void Shadow might have been formed some other way. Perhaps from a spirit that could no longer bear its memories, and so they try to seal it away, becoming...

Diyem growled and pulled his arm aside. "I think I know what I'm doing. I've used shadowflame all the time to keep things warm, and food simply doesn't taste good without it. I'm just using more of it this time to harden up the dough." Diyem continued, but he did move the flame away. The dough...

"Hmph. In the end, you are a lot like a Void Shadow, so I suppose there is some indirect resemblance that way," commented Diyem as he stepped through a book nearby that had apparently been the recipe and instructions for bread. "More heat," he murmured to himself, and then pointed at the base of...

"I can sense negativity, Puddle," Diyem replied idly. "I know what you are feeling right now and how much you are trying to mask it. It isn't working. I am a child's worst nightmare." He inspected whatever was cooking in the oven, frowning. It wasn't rising fast enough and something that had...

Hmph, do you take issue with being hellspawn? Therapist's offices are just down the road. No different from usual kids, I guess, Cal commented.

"...I am trying to learn how to cook, yes," Diyem said. "It is none of your concern nor business why. But I shall be fine learning it on my own." He turned around, leaving the door open for Puddle to enter and close. "We learned that the Ultra Shades are actually unhatched eggs of some kind...

"...What do you want." The response was somewhere between tired and annoyed. Heavy footfalls got closer to the door until it finally opened, and Shadowy smoke poured out of the room. Most of the home had been converted to a giant indoor garden, but Diyem largely ignored it and only brought back...

I like to think my Shadow essence is involved as well. This is not a normal mating ritual. I am your fathers as well. Well, someone's feeling possessive, Cal commented. I am only stating the facts. It was Joule's energy, Eien's egg, and my excess Shadows from your hosts that became involved in...

There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary with Marshadow, and while Owen would probably be able to provide further details about it, Marshadow didn't seem to have proper anatomy within his body, either. But at the same time, he also lacked any sense of Eterna-parasite, too. Then...

"...Don't remember," Soda said after a long moment of trying to recall. It seemed to be a genuine struggle for him; too much strain, and Soda feared he might not last even as a Substitute. "Eien has a Core of a sort," Diyem said, "but it isn't one of stone, or one you could call a meteor. It...