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“Hold on.” Necrozma held his hands up, one still clutching the light orb. “Whatever this little thing is, we shouldn’t destroy it. We should capture and study it! That way, we know what to do if we find similar creatures.” He turned to Maple. “Can you get a jar with a lid?”

Necrozma followed her through to the Bluff, unprepared for what awaited him.

"Sharpedo Bluff?" Necrozma looked at Maple. "How far away is that? Oh, wait, I suppose it doesn't matter with your wormh— I mean portals." He was only very much salty.

"I think that would be for the best. Maybe you'll get him to be more honest about his role in all of this." Necrozma's shoulders sagged. After some silence passed, he looked around. "Say, is it just me, or does it seem awfully quiet in this building? Did everyone leave?"

"He has some sort of mental link with us and listens in on our words and thoughts." Necrozma squeezed the light orb again. "He does not appear to be listening at this moment. He got very upset that I told you this." His core brightened further. "For what it's worth, despite not being here, he's...

"... mmm. Perhaps he is either directly or indirectly responsible for what's plaguing this world." Necrozma concentrated on the light. His arms brightened, as did his core. "And rather than coming clean and owning up to his mistake, he sent us in to try and clean up his mess."

You have no one but yourself and your own dishonesty to blame, Necrozma telepathically sneered. Had he actually been there in person, perhaps he could've intervened against Necrozma. But as it stood, Necrozma intended to take full advantage of the countless light years separating them...

“We were struck by black lightning... from a charizard clearly hiding the true extent of his aura like you are.” Necrozma squeezed the light orb. “I can tell from your body language that you do not trust us. I wouldn’t either. However, I genuinely believe my teammates do not mean harm. They were...

"Badges that... communicate?" It must've been some sort of technology in this world. "Right." He grasped the light orb with his other hand. Both arms trembled slightly, but light still funneled into his core. "You're the 'supervisor' for your team, so to speak, and you're here working on the...

Necrozma grasped the orb. His core immediately glowed brighter, but he wasn't fond of the heat spreading down his right arm. "This feels like... I'm clutching a slugma's body."

"I wasn't spawned from nothing." He dug his claws into the light and, like a sliced citrus fruit leaking juice, light trickled down his hand. "I witnessed the end of my creation as I was gaining sentience. A giant star grew close to a dwarf star. It erupted in a supernova and the dwarf star...

"It just... doesn't make any sense. It defies nature itself." Necrozma took the sphere of light in his right hand. "The only creature I know of that is capable of producing something from nothing is World Ender. And, even then, it does not create matter. Merely energy." His core's triangles...

"You want to test something?" Necrozma looked into his right hand. "Fine. But such gestures are two-way streets. I would ask something in return." He stuck out his right arm. "I'm not going to do any digging this time. I just want to understand something about this Arceus character. Did he...

The week had been... quiet. Perhaps that was for the best. While his teammates had slept and rarely left their living quarters, Necrozma didn't want to stay in those dark, barren rooms. Besides, his awkward body structure wasn't well-suited to lying down. He'd propped himself up against the side...

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Sighing, Necrozma floated toward the door. "There is no rest for someone like me."

“Isn’t there a chance the child’s illness will progress?” Necrozma tapped his claws together in thought. “They might turn out like the magikarp if no one can do anything.”

Necrozma compared Maple's statements with Cynthian's startled reaction. "It sounds like... there's more than one of these Dark Matter daemons." He looked into his right hand. "Perhaps a Dark Matter from an alternate world sensed the lack of its counterpart and chose to strike? Maybe we're...

"You are... not fazed by my appearance either." It was, again, an observation. "I take it that everyone who works for Maple knows about my so-called 'kind?'"

"It's nothing." He waved Jaro off. "A psychic-type thing. You wouldn't understand." Necrozma couldn't bring himself to look at Potluck, but addressed him anyway. "You there. Silvally. Are you with Truffle and Maple? Why weren't you helping with the rampaging magikarp?"