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Jeez. "Guess I should've seen that one coming, huh." Dave exhaled through his nose. "I'm human. You don't have humans in your world, do you?" It was hard not to automatically picture Nero's creators as human, even when he'd said it was similar to Cibus, and Cibus had people like Chip. Pokémon...

"Great. Good. You're not out there blowing up planets. That definitely helps." Dave paused, thinking back through the conversation. "What about, uh, your main creator? He just die of old age while you were sealed, or what?"

Dave broke into a laugh. "You fired the gods? Just, sorry, you've been demoted? Fucking amazing." There was a cheerful thought, that there were universes where you could just do that. "And what, did you replace them, or just poof, godless universe now?"

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Dave raised his eyebrows. "To take down a god?" Okay, fine, he did want to hear this. He sat, cocking his head at Nero. "And what, did you do it?"

Dave winced. "Oh. Jesus. What, why'd they create a weapon? Some Giovanni-like ambitions going on, or what?"

What the fuck. "Unown...? Are you not a Silvally over there? Because you look like several other Pokémon stitched together but none of them are Unown." Dave squinted at him. He couldn't exactly identify what the components would be, but for one thing he clearly had bird talons (Skarmory...?)...

Dave glanced down the street. Fine, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to get anywhere. "Okay, let's back up a bit. Your real body as in, the one in not-Cibus, your original world? Your world has alchemy? Like, transmute lead into gold alchemy? And it works?"

Dave tilted his head. "...Alchemy?"

Drinks with Kora went okay. He wasn't exactly about to sit there getting hammered with him of all people, but one beer, fine, and he was left feeling a bit less restless by the time he headed home. Along Parfait Way, he eyed Bahamut and the Potluck lookalike from the Miracle Matters engaged in...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Kora. 'Really nice'? "Well, okay. I don't know what kinds of humans you've been around, but I'll take it." Drinks or lunch? It'd been like five seconds since Kora was dripping darkness at him, but okay. "...Tell you what, sure, we can get a drink." At least he could...

"Okay, Jesus, sorry for taking you at your word. When you're telling me all about how great he was the whole time he was alive, what the hell do you expect. If he actually sucked, then great, congrats, join the Terrible Dads club, it's pretty densely populated up here." Dave clenched his jaw...

Dave kept a wary eye on Kora. "...Didn't you say your dad made modifications to himself, and then they were passed on to you by some mumbo-jumbo means when he happened to have kids? Kinda sounds like he wasn't exactly out to make things like you." But it wasn't like he even knew anything about...

"What." What on God's green Earth. "Blueberry, but what the fuck are you talking about. I'm not your fucking dad."

Dave took a step back as Kora got way too close, staring at him in the creepiest way. "I mean, yeah, I've got a kid. What's your point?"

Chapter seventeen! Featuring the first of my elemental towns, Sharpedo brutality, and a jarring comedy routine. Chapter 17: The Shark and the Serpent When Mark exited the gym, he noticed that May wasn’t there. Even as he continued down the road, he saw no traces of her. He assumed she had...

"Until a year before he died? Any idea why he stopped?" Dave glanced at the bizarre Giratina-headpiece out of the corner of his eye. If it'd existed in his world, they probably could've found out which genes were involved, spliced them into another genome. Like Roselia's spikes, or Scyther's...

Dave looked away, a sudden tightness in his throat. "Right. Who the fuck knows." This was not even any of his goddamn business. "What, there something specific that made you reevaluate?"

Dave watched Kora as he talked, uncomfortably reminded of Green. Shit. "I mean, if you're worried your memory's been fucked with, Breaker's the one who confirmed what was going on with Soda. Said his mind was like, uh... shattered glass held together with silk? Something in that direction." He...

“Jesus.” The Miracle Matters apparently had the same kind of collection of wacky backstories Team Spectrum did. “I mean, the way genetics works in my world, if you alter your own body you’re generally not going to pass it on to your kids, directly. You’re sure he didn’t do anything to you?”