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Bahamut's expression darkened. "My universe... the prevailing theory has always been that it's the result of a cataclysmic explosion of energy from a singularity. I never thought much of it... until I was broken by Eternatus. "Since I've taken on this bizarre form and have had to sleep... I've...

Bahamut had been taking in Kyurem's words. The silhouette abruptly faded, however, when she talked about their differences. "Not... the first..." Tiny slivers of different-colored light projected from his forehead. Without Bahamut realizing, they coalesced into... an outline of a butterfree?

"His memories were supposedly scrambled when he first showed up here," Bahamut explained. Owen had gotten flattened by a magikarp dripping with Eternatus corruption. He was lucky he didn't get turned into a magikarp. "Regardless, mine was less interpersonal anger and more anger toward entities...

Ejecting spirits and returning them back to their worlds? Well, that sounded like how Dark Matter had created Team Spectrum's whole arrangement. "This spirit ejection... I'm not sure we have such a concept back home. I was hoping that, because Dark Matter was missing, if someone killed me I...

Bahamut accepted a cookie. "Water is fine. Hydration is... still somewhat foreign to me." He ate half the cookie with a single bite and swallowed before continuing. "So, you were some sort apocalypse seer, then?" His toes curled and he tensed up. Bahamut's core flickered erratically.

"Well, it's better than lying down in caves or against rocks." Bahamut padded his way through the house. "Yes, you're correct. I'm not exactly a cheerful individual. Life circumstances have hammered such feelings out of me." He lifted his right hand, which sparked with a bid of radiance. "I...

"Kyurem, correct?" It looked like introductions wouldn't be necessary. "Arceus had suggested I seek you out. I had asked him if there was anyone on this saccharine planet who has a similar mindset as me."

"A new member?" Bahamut turned his neck right until a crick sounded. "Delightful. They can have my spot." He heard the footsteps. Heavy, thudding. Made sense if the information in that children's book was to be believed.

Bahamut gnashed his metal teeth together. He'd ditched Owen Seven for Owens One through Three. "You know full well I do not spar. And the team doesn't want me around anyway." He knocked on the door again with a bit more force. "Unless you've all decided to shift your priorities toward rescuing...

Finally, there would be no more distractions. Frankly, Bahamut viewed Esper staying back to annoy Saltriv and BurhallaOwen Seven as a good thing. Now the poipole wouldn't get in the way. Bahamut followed the instructions Bean had given him. He paused in front of the house door, however. Maybe...

"Whatever." Esper shrugged from atop Bahamut's back. "Gimme a ring when you're done doing... whatever, Owen Seven. You and the other Owens can get working on your musical act: 'Owen and the Owenettes!' I'm sure it'll be a hit." His face scrunched up. "Actually, wait, do they even have music on...

"Aww, look. Maybe they're lovers?" Esper pursed his lips and made kissy noises before a psychic force yanked him back toward Bahamut. The necrozma squished Esper's head into his torso. "... hmph. Perhaps I'll just leave you two to get reacquainted." Bahamut cared not for this mushy scene. He...

"Seriously now?" Bahamut shook his head. Another charmander? The team was over half charmander and vulpix lines at this point! Perhaps they ought to change their name to Team Unoriginal. "Heh." Esper popped out of Bahamut's bag. "Check it. It's, like, the sixth Owen. Or is it the seventh?" He...

“Ah, so you’ve found your voice?” Bahamut opened his hand up, looking to see what had emerged from the stone.

“Oh? Lovely. The late bloomer is finally hatching.” Bahamut maintained his grip on the stone. If it was going to display the same naive optimism, that would need to be quickly stamped out.

"Then that's what you should be preparing for." Bahamut glanced down. He reached out with his hand and grabbed hold of the ultra stone. "I don't think almost losing this stone is a good use of your time. You don't want it to fall into the wrong hands, do you?"

"Oh?" Bahamut approached Saltriv, towering over them. "You're twisting my words. The way to rescue your so-called friend is by beating Giovanni. But as long as Dark Matter presently remains captive, that is not something I see the team accomplishing." He looked skyward. "If that gremlin is...

"That's all well and good, but we can't do both at the same time." Bahamut's eyes and core were red. "The team needs to prioritize based on what's best for all of Cibus. And, bizarre as it sounds, that's rescuing Dark Matter." He flexed the claws on his back. "He might even be able to provide us...

One-hundred percent Monokuma approved. Puhuhuhu~

Bahamut shook his head. "If you're going to focus on saving anyone, it should be Dark Matter. We don't have the resources to divide the team... and from the sounds of it, he is under heavy duress. It's only by his power that we ended up here in the first place. If he were to perish... what do...