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Diyem was moving around up there, but Nate still couldn't see shit. With a grunt, he reared up on his hind legs, grabbing at the side of the bed for support. If he strained upward on his toes, he could just peek over the edge of the mattress. And oh... damn. No wonder the guy had been hiding...

Nate laughed. "Well, I dunno. Grabbing a bunch of random people from around the multiverse or whatever the fuck and dumping them all off here to fight crime should have been a really terrible idea, but it's been working out so far, right? Don't sell yourself short, you've obviously got the plans...

"Well, one way or another it seems likely that we have two world-hopping Dark Matters here. It's always possible Giovanni built some kind of shadow machine, and that's what attacked Maple and them, but other than that..." Nate shrugged. "That's why I was thinking Telum, since we also have a...

"Mmm. So Buffet was just straight-up wrong about that. Dark Matters can go where they like. Or at least, you can." Nate leaned his head against his hand. "Good to hear the guy around here's doing all right, though. There's kinda too many Dark Matters floating around in this mess, so that's one...

"Damn. Must be nice to be able to pop out a casual planet kinda place whenever you like. Seems like a good idea, though... from a 'therapy' perspective." And also gave an idea of the kind of power the Overseers had, which Nate was not fucking liking very much. "Right, so Veritas City is kind of...

"Could be worse," Nate said. "But I see what you mean about that lot. Condescending as fuck." Rocky was frowning at nothing, his tail lashing behind him with agitation. Well, at least there weren't no complaints about getting a move on. Everybody was in agreement about how important this shit...

Nate sighed and sat back on his haunches. "Well, can't say I'm a huge fan of that plan. I prefer to roll with 'do the crime and don't do the time,' personally." He did smile then, crookedly. "Especially when it ain't a crime in the first fucking place. Ain't no reason you should have to suffer...

"Oh, so you've been breaking them and bending them, huh?" He nearly smiled. For a big scary hyper-evil guy, Diyem sure had the look of a surly middle-schooler right now. Not that he blamed the guy. Like obviously anybody who'd gone and turned over his whole world and then put whatever kind of...

"Well, 'course you wouldn't. That's why they should have left you the fuck alone, instead of deciding they were going to turn you into the kinda person who'd be okay with it. People are allowed to not want shit 'for their own good.'" Nate scoffed and crossed his arms. All right, all right. Piece...

Nate snorted. "Help you? Buddy, it's one thing if you asked for the whole Extreme Positivity Experience, but doing all that to somebody who didn't want it in the first place? Especially if it was gonna be scary and painful for them? Especially if they were just, like, chilling in a fucking tree...

Nate stifled a sneeze when Diyem started throwing off smoke, his eyes watering. His stomach clenched painfully under a surge of anger and nerves both. So not only was there all this shit with Giovanni and Joule and Eternatus, but there was some other shady universe-spanning group or some shit...

"What the fuck?" Nate stared hard at the underside of the pile of blankets. "Jesus, man, when you said 'therapy' I was thinking, like, with a shrink and all, not some kind of fucking deprogramming bullshit. And, I mean, okay, that seemed kinda silly, but I didn't think there was no like torture...

Nate blinked at the brief flicker of flame from under the covers, but it was gone before he could make sense of what he was seeing. So Diyem had... died? "Oh. Uh, well, you got better, I guess?"

Nate laughed. "Yeah, figured it was something like that." Well. It wasn't actually very funny, was it? He prodded at the tile a moment, thinking. "Sorry for asking dumb questions, but we ain't really got a Dark Matter in my world. At least, I hope not. So I don't really get it. But you can't...

Nate smiled at the cranky growl that came down from the bed overhead. Well, sure sounded like he was in the right place. "Surprised I caught you on your own. Looks like you had pretty much the entire team coming through here to say hi. That's gotta suck, huh, so many people being all happy to...

Silver still hadn't left the infirmary, although by this point Nate figured they surely must have, like, propped him up against the wall in a corner or some shit. The guy wasn't exactly doing much, after all, and there wasn't anything wrong with him as far as anyone could tell. With all the...

"Oh, that's fine, we ain't in no ru--" "Thanks, Starr! Good to see you, bye!" Rocky said loudly, making an exaggerated show of walking away. Nate was perfectly happy to let the dipshit go on his way, but a psychic tug behind his temples made him start with alarm. What the fuck, the guy wasn't...

"Oh, Lance! Yeah, he was Champion before Red and Blue. Not that long ago, like ten years ago or so." Nate rubbed pensively at his gills. "Actually, huh. Giovanni's still head of Team Rocket in your world, Lance is still Kanto champion... maybe your world is, like, just a little behind mine...

Traveling around a lot, never spending much time in one place... Made sense if you were defecting from Rocket, especially if you were someone as high-profile as Starr. Nate probably had the same deal to look forward to if he ever got back home. At least it sounded like she and her team were...

Quick reminder that we are now at one week to the contest deadline, and I don't anticipate any further extensions. We've received a few entries already... To everyone still writing, editing, or even thinking about how to start, good luck!