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Dave broke into a wide grin. "You know what, never mind." He took a satisfied sip of his beer. Another notch of circumstantial evidence for no Arceus, he supposed. Not that you could trust anything from one world to apply in another, but if there was a virtually identical world with no Arceus in...

Dave chuckled and shook his head. "Wow. Wish that was me." He paused for a moment. "Well, they're a bunch of shady assholes who claim to have been sent by Arceus. Literally just showed up a short while back out of nowhere but supposedly Arceus was conveniently there to vouch for them so everyone...

Dave blinked. "Wait, you... what? Maple, Truffle, Soda, all of them? The God Squad? Have you just been living under a rock the entire time we've been here?"

"Where's your village, if it exists here? Relatively speaking? Do you travel to your Treasure Town much?" Dave wondered if there were alternate versions of the same people. "Do you have a 'God Squad'?"

Oh, really, did he? Who told you that, Maple? Somehow I'm not impressed. Why the fuck would Arceus trust us anyway? Because, if you forgot, we've never even met him. We had one text conversation where he abused emoticons and explained why he was totally helping but coincidentally the best thing...

"Mmmm." Dave took a sip of his beer again. "I don't know, it sounded to me like Diyem got up to some pretty dark shit before his..." He waved a paw. "His redemption, or whatever the fuck. Maybe you could ask him about it. See if he could tell you how to stop your world's Dark Matter early...

"Huh. Did you also have a Dark Matter in your world, or just the same geography?" The distribution of worlds here was curious - multiple Pokémon seemed to come from parallel versions of this particular one. And then on the other end of the scale there were people like him, humans, from worlds...

Wait. You fucking - oh my God. You fucking idiots. Why would you - fuck. Why'd you go fucking anywhere with her in the first place?

"Good question," Dave just said. He shoveled more curry into his mouth. "What's your world like? More sunshine and rainbows and happy Pokémon prancing around?"

Right back to politics. Dave took a swig of his beer before answering. "Yeah, most humans don't tend to fight for fun. Mostly to settle disputes, one way or another. Sometimes it's some drunk guys in a bar punching each other, sometimes it's large-scale warfare where thousands of people shoot...

Dave chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "One of those worlds, huh?" He took a sip of his drink. Humans as myths. Good to see the universe wasn't entirely upside-down and actual myths were, in fact, still completely nuts. "Yeah. I'm a human. No, we don't have laser eyes. Two legs, two arms...

"Dave," he said. "Tricky? That a nickname, or do people have names like that in your universe? You're, uh... full Pokémon, right? Not a human?"

Dave glanced at the Fennekin as she took a seat. "Sorry, your name was...?"

Dave smirked. "Well, since it's free if you finish it, the restaurant's strongly incentivized to make the bowls too big for anyone to finish. They want you to pay for the food, so they're going to make it too big for almost anyone. If most people could finish it, they'd go out of business." The...

Dave looked down at the Fennekin. What was her name again? God. "Eh, sure? Why not."

Dave sipped his beer at a table in the full curry restaurant, waiting for his food. The waiters had tried very hard to sell him the Great Curry Bowl Challenge, which as far as he could tell was some combination of obvious scam and excuse for the God Squad's Snorlax to eat for free. He'd just...

I should probably log the three hours of writing work I've done before I forget about it entirely.

Squiggly happily disappeared into the lump. "Everything good?" Dave asked; the lump wiggled enthusiastically, but then stilled, without doing so again. "Well, okay." He could feel some psychic echo of giddy joy from within the lump. Who was he to question it at this point? "Well, I guess that's...

"You sure?" Dave tilted his head. "Whatever, fine. Wiggle a bunch if you want out." He pushed his useless lump towards Squiggly. If these were basically Pokéballs for shades, did this technically make him a trainer?

Dave looked at Squiggly once again. "Well, let me know if you ever want to get into one of those, I guess." He paused. "If I let you out, I'm not carrying you on my head. Deal?" He opened Squiggly's container, pulling out an Oran Berry to give him, still watching him closely. "Maybe you should...