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Chapter 27! Get ready for a stretch of several chapters where it's very obvious that Scyther was my favorite character when I wrote this. Heads up that this is another one that heavily discusses suicide, suicidal feelings, and societal glorification of suicide. I told you this would be a...

Dave grabbed a mozzarella stick, raising an eyebrow at the portion size. That was a whole lot for one person. Had he been planning to just lock himself in his house and eat nothing but this for two days? (Or maybe he was just making more substitutes, and they all wanted some.) "Yeah. I assume...

Dave followed him, sitting down with a sigh. "Yeah, well, we're not gone just yet. Still got that final battle and all." He glanced at Soda for a reaction. "Planning to eat all that?"

At the Holding Cells, Soda was no longer there. Poffin told Dave he'd left a little while ago, was going to get mozzarella sticks. Only one thing that could mean. He found the Zoroark on the Crossroads with a takeout bag, seemingly heading home. Yeah. Good. He was recovering, wasn't he? "Hey...

Dave blinked. He was still talking like he'd gone to his literal death. What the fuck did 'decide what you wish to take to your grave with you' even mean here? Bizarre fucker. He shook his head and sighed before heading out of the library. <><><><><>

And they were back to this. Dave had slightly more of an idea what Mergo was on about, after all this circling around, but only slightly, and he was not curious enough to take a whole other round of this. The main point was he'd managed to drag out of him (eventually) that Arceus had arranged...

Chapter 26, in which people don't act like people, we learn more about Mitch, and Mark is cajoled into battling another gym leader even though the world is ending. Chapter 26: Dead or Alive Branches rustled. Taillow chirped. Beedrill buzzed. Mark lay with his eyes closed. The stinging...

Dave raised an eyebrow. Punishment? I've asked more of people for less noble tasks? It took a special sort of person to choose to just cryptically, off-handedly say that without elaboration. "Well, if you're fine with it, be my guest. Personally, I'd be less happy. Especially if I'm being...

One more hour of writing.

"Wouldn't say you all were cast as villains. Whole thing was supposed to be some kind of bullshit training exercise, wasn't it? We were supposed to be learning from you. Ostensibly. Always sounded like a dumb excuse to do a pointless sports match to me, but I guess it was actually a dumb excuse...

Dave glanced at Mergo. Effectively dead. That was one way of looking at it. From Cibus's point of view, was there even a difference? For all they knew Diyem wasn't sending them back at all. "Well, unless we get whisked off to another universe later for a show fight, I guess."

Dun dun duuuun... it's time. Time for Chaletwo arriving, the start of the plot proper, and some legendary bickering. The Pokémon Festival – May 25th: Chaletwo's Arrival Mark just suddenly realized that he was awake. He couldn’t recall waking up, or dreaming anything. That was a relief. He...

"Yeah, can't say I'm a huge fan of him making a habit of this. Maybe a literal god should be able to come up with ways to make people hopeful and inspired that don't involve cheerfully lying to them." Dave sighed irritably. "Not that it fucking matters. We'll probably be gone not long after...

Dave looked down at the pendant as it played its looping animation. A bit overwrought and dramatic, like Mergo himself. Probably been the perfect gift for him, hadn't it. Who was the girl who'd given it to him? "So what you're saying is," he said, peering back up at the Gardevoir, "this...

...The f-- Look, okay, if I get over there and try to sniff out the other Overseers, what then? Aren't they still a bunch of interdimensional over-gods? What do we do about it? And hang on, did Bahamut just reference some decades-old sci-fi from his world?

Dave squinted at Mergo as he tried to explain his theater metaphor. What on earth was he talking about. "I mean, sure? There are decent people around. Probably proportionally fewer asshats than where I come from, honestly. Why?"

...What? "I guess? I'm not sure where safety comes into it, but whatever. Point is, announcing to everyone that the show fight was a show isn't about to improve anyone's life, sure. I'm not going to walk into children's playgrounds to announce there's no Santa Claus. Not going to try to hide it...

Thank you for your most excellent reviews, I will treasure them. <3 And light a candle for Spikeon :sadbees: Aaaand here's chapter 24, in which Mark continues to inexplicably have an uncontrollable compulsion to throw a ball at a legendary. The Pokémon Festival – May 24th: The Threat...

Mergo pushed down on the book on the table, and it shook and then just fucking disappeared with a sudden whoosh that made Dave jump. Wasn't that a library book? Maybe that was just a very showy way of teleporting it back onto the shelf where he got it, but it was real hard to tell with this guy...

"Oh yeah. Standing there and taking whatever bullshit is slung your way, or sunshine and rainbows and everyone singing kumbaya. The only two options." What the hell was his deal. Who the fuck thought like this? Even Howard wasn't operating on some kind of philosophy that being a doormat was...