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"I never said everything's bad. Doesn't mean I'm going to pretend everything's sunshine and rainbows, either. Maybe, on balance, there's just a lot that fucking sucks, and you can't just shrug and go it's fine because the food is good, or whatever the fuck."

Dave rolled his eyes. "I mean, I'm pretty sure Diyem is unhappy because he's an incarnation of darkness and negativity and being happy causes him literal physical agony, not because it's familiar." He glanced at Owen out of the corner of his eye; the Charizard looked innocently thoughtful as...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Owen. "...What's your point?"

"Well, if you've got a magic ability to just decide to be happy despite every reason not to be, that's great for you." Didn't have to be all that magic, though, did it. Jean could sure perk up instantaneously when it pleased her, too. How the fuck Owen, four-hundred-year-old supersoldier, kept...

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Your situation's shit too, and you think that means you should be happy about it? Don't think you're quite making the point you think you're making there, buddy."

Dave's eyes slid towards Owen. "What, I'm supposed to be ecstatic about the existence of Happy Pokémon Land when I'm going back to my shithole universe in, what, weeks at the most? And my kids still have to grow up there, under these asinine fucking house arrest laws? And the Mia who's alive...

Did another hour of writing, before I forget.

"Yeah. Soda talked about that, how Pop is just so fucking nice that Cibus is a place where things work out and good prevails and everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sure isn't the case in my world." Dave rolled onto his back, sighing at the ceiling. "Wouldn't you know it, cartoon utopias are...

“I mean, it’s normal to me, but it sure feels like the majority of everyone else is from these worlds with no humans and a bunch of talking Pokémon living in towns and omens and legendaries.”

Chapter nineteen, in which we learn a minor detail not mentioned in the book in chapter two and my fourteen-year-old self makes some truly inspired decisions. Chapter 19: Good or Evil? When Mark regained consciousness, he was still in the Pokémon Center, lying on one of the sofas. A crowd...

“A few. The Emolga invited himself to my table at the X-Eye, I met the Zoroark when I visited Soda and had a drink with him, and earlier I was talking with that Nero guy.” Dave sighed. “Seem like the same sort of bunch as Spectrum. Crazy backstories, some shady shit happening in their worlds...

"Well, have fun with that." Dave raised an eyebrow before throwing himself down onto his bed. "Have you been talking to your mirror-universe self much? Any tips for this dumb fight we're apparently having?"

What the fuck. Wasn't Owen like four hundred fucking years old? "Hey. Already ate." He looked over the obstacle course. "What are you doing?"

Finally home. Dave had time for a bit of a nap before Mia got back, probably. He shut the front door, now modified for Owen's ridiculous size, and looked around for whether anyone was home.

"That's not really how... you know what, never mind." For all he knew, other universes did have physics that actually meant godlike powers running around free wreaking havoc unless somebody controlled them. What a dystopian fucking thought. Dave shook his head. "Anyway, I'm off. Enjoy this Cibus."

"That's not really how it works where I'm from, but sure. Better in the hands of somebody who's not using it to decide to blow up planets." Dave let out a long breath and stood up. "This has been great. See you in the fight." Only... He stopped. "What do you mean, a human would understand?"

Dave sighed, looking away. Wasn't like interrogating this poor guy back and forth was accomplishing much of anything. "Well, good for you. I'm not a big fan of anyone having god powers."

Dave looked at him, deadpan. "So with great power comes great insanity, but only for people who aren't you and your friends. That's your point?"

"And where's the 'great insanity' come into it? Other than resurrecting his personal friends?"

"Oh, fantastic. Great insanity is definitely what I want from my god-cops." He could've sworn that was some kind of mangled quote from a movie...? Did they have the same movies? What the fuck. He narrowed his eyes at Nero. "You never did answer when I asked if he shares your philosophy of...