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“If deoxys are like the ones I’m familiar with, they are viruses that mutated into Pokémon by accident.” Bahamut frowned. “Perhaps the energy Rayquaza used to stop that meteor ended up giving rise to a deoxys.”

"I don't think it works that way," Bahamut muttered. "My home dimension happens to have numerous galaxies with numerous planets harboring life. If someone as obscenely powerful as Arceus resides on this planet, I'm skeptical if any life exists elsewhere in this universe. It may be that you'd...

Chapter 9: Note that your chapter title cannot be seen on the forum's darker themes. I really do recommend not colorizing your chapter titles for us colorblind peeps. Was? That kind of implies the place doesn't exist anymore. 😅 As opposed to, y'know, annoying the people waiting for them by...

"I wouldn't say that." Bahamut scratched the tip of his beak with a claw. "I'm sure meteors would've hit the planet and started the process eventually. We had to fend off plenty after life grew on Etherium. I was simply... inpatient. And it's not like it was altruistic. I was lonely and I wanted...

"Well, there was a planet with monks. Now it's Qliphoth matter," Bahamut mumbled. "I tried to let the monks convince me to help them, but they were pacifists until the bitter end." He sighed. "I left before Eternatus showed up, then found the barren rock Etherium. I guided some meteors toward it...

Bahamut shrugged. "Well, the closest I ever got to hints was the planet with the monks that prompted me to... retire from travelling all together."

"Etherium is where I met my wife," Bahamut growled. "It must've happened after I lost my family. So, recent by my standards."

"I doubt it." Bahamut frowned. "My core has broken apart numerous times. It always pulls itself back together. Someone else must've done something to it."

"Not exactly." Bahamut tapped a leg against the edge of the roof. "I have no desire to go around destroying planets. But the last time I ever remember experiencing anything enjoyable was when my family was still alive. So, who can say?"

Bahamut chuckled. "That's the beauty of mindscapes. Your power is only limited by your creativity and imagination. And how good you are at wielding those." His expression darkened. "But I don't believe it's manipulation. More like... parts of me were unintentionally cast aside."

"Jaded. Dysfunctional. Whatever you want to call it, the answer's probably yes." Bahamut lazily flicked gray embers off his tail. "The longer I'm here and the more I do things the team's way, the more it feels like... something happened with my psyche back home. Not in a 'growing jaded' sort of...

Bahamut grunted. "It's been so long that I don't even remember what satisfaction feels like."

"Which is exactly why I do not believe in these stupid Overseers," Bahamut growled. "Otherwise, they are at best useless and at worse woefully negligent to allow such lopsided distribution of good and bad fortune between dimensions."

“I find such notions far fetched.” Bahamut shook his head. “In my dimension, the presence of humans meant Pokémon never evolved beyond their primitive ways. Their thoughts were instinctual and they couldn’t articulate beyond simple grunts and growls.” He blew out a puff of silver embers. "Maybe...

“A bit. But it wasn’t exactly fun getting smacked around by Maple.” Bahamut crossed his legs. “Not that it matters anyway. The rest of the team probably had a bunch of big action protagonist moments, so they’ll all be focused on hugging things out or whatever.”

Bahamut frowned. "She is, undoubtedly, my dimensional counterpart. One who didn't let themselves get jaded after millennia of being chased away from planets. And one... whose cursed spouse is still alive." His head tendrils receded a bit. "Like Joule, she is wracked heavily by guilt for her...

"No one can answer that but you." Bahamut shrugged. "Though if I may offer a suggestion, you'll certainly need to reign in some of your more problematic siblings. Like the fake infernape and the freakish scyther with the human head. Their 'owners' have been their voices of reason, but once...

"Unfortunately, that was always inevitable with this assignment," Bahamut said. "I don't think, logistically, you could follow Owen if you wanted to. Even though he'd probably regard you the best out of everyone once we're all stripped of our memories. There don't seem to be any good solutions...

"Well, with the way everything's gone here, I would be quite surprised if anyone was actually entertaining having to deal with her that way," Bahamut said. Anyone besides me, that is. "There are plenty of people across plenty of worlds that have... conflicted feelings about parental matters...

Bahamut's tail twitched. "Is that... how you're describing Dark Matter and Owen?" He shook his head. "Not important. Plenty on this team have stewed in anger. Look at what happened after the last fight. Half a dozen in a tizzy over Soda and his stupid living substitutes." He waved a lower wing...