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Nate nodded. "That's what I was thinking," he said. "Diyem says not to worry, he's fine in there, but last time Diyem said something like that, he spent like two weeks making out with a parasite that we had to go rescue him from, so, you know. Don't want to take no chances there." He squinted...

Nate reached down to scoop the ball up without thinking. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. It'd be nice to be able to just fucking snag Eien, but I ain't surprised it'd take Chip and them a while to figure out how to do it." He really should see if they could at least duplicate them or something at this point...

It was always some fucking thing. Karat hadn't fucking died, great, that was one thing off the list. That fucking soda was still out there somewhere, probably ready to pop up at the worst possible time. He should probably get on that, it wasn't like he was going to trust the fucking mightyena to...

"Yeah. I think we're done here," Nate said with a lackadaisical wave at Karat. All things considered, that had gone better than it could have. Karat didn't seem like he was dying or going batshit or nothing, and what he'd said about the other mewtwo, well. Nate was going to have to think about...

"No, it's not the same person," Rocky said. "I mean, we know the mewtwo from this Red's world is still--well." He brightened. "We'll free him. For sure." Given Rocky's track record, Nate doubted Karat would find that reassuring. "Thanks," he said. "That helps a lot. And I'm glad you two are...

Rocky laughed. Puddle had to be joking, right? "It's Red!" he said. "And of course we know him. He's a charizard now, but it's still him. We fought him and everything!" He went quiet for a second, thinking. "I think he even lives with some people on the team. Somewhere in Destiny Village...

"Oh, shit," Nate said involuntarily. In Karat's world, too? The similarity between Karat and the mewtwo he knew only made the differences more unsettling. Almost made it feel like there was something wrong with his world. Or, well. He still thought he'd take it over all this fucking eterna...

Nate blinked. Now that was, that was interesting. And really fucking sad, honestly. "Thanks," he started to say, "that's--" "Who was it?" Rocky asked. "The person who told you to be free. I-if, umm, that's okay to ask." He might be regretting that he'd blurted out that question.

Rocky's flames crackled, leaping high. "That would be cool," he said. "That would be really cool!" "And if you decide you don't want to, ain't no problem with that," Nate said firmly. "But yeah. I imagine it's gonna take a while to get used to... things. One way or another. Ain't no shame in...

Rocky drooped. "Oh, that's... that's not fair. It would be boring... Being stuck out here and not even getting to battle." Puddle was always full of ideas, though. "Oh," Rocky perked up slightly. "The training facility is nice! And there's lots of people on the team who are really strong. I bet...

Rocky yelped and leapt back when Karat's attack burst in front of him. "Sorry!" Nate winced. "So that's it, huh?" he said. "Gonna hang out by yourselves, all you need is each other, put the world on ignore for the rest of your lives?" Sounded like a fine fucking plan, to be honest. Nate was...

Yeah, looking like that, Nate thought. Thanks, Diyem. "That's what I figured," he said aloud. "But hanging out here in the woods don't sound like a good time to me. Is it just other people being nosy that's got you hiding out here?" Rocky stared at Karat's mutated form. It didn't look nice...

Once again Nate was left rubbing his face, though at least this time nothing hurt. It just felt fucking weird. At least a century? That how long it's gonna take Deoxys to get enough energy to live on his own again, or what? To Karat he said, "I mean, I don't blame you. The team definitely...

What, wouldn't you know if I'd died? Voidlands just got a little more crowded and all that? Nate thought at Diyem. I'm fine. Looks like Karat's pretty fucked up, though. Guess the whole fusing with Deoxys thing didn't work out so hot. He ain't gonna die from that or nothing, is he? Rocky wished...

"But you're--!" Rocky started, his glowing eyes going huge. Not now! Nate cut him off. "Wait! Hold up! I get it, you're fine, Deoxys is great, what the fuck ever. Giovanni's mewtwo, though. Remember him? Chip had him in the lab for a while? Well, we found him again. And whatever Giovanni says...

"Well, I mean, I feel that," Nate said. "You kinda didn't say nothing about Deoxys, though. What's up with him?" Even that wasn't all, and Nate now had an extremely strong suspicion what was up with Deoxys anyhow. But Rocky would probably explode with anxiety if they didn't cover that first.

"Ow! Mother--" Nate rubbed at his head, eyes watering with the pain. "We didn't want to bother you!" Rocky said hurriedly. "W-we just wanted to check on Deoxys. And I guess M-marshtomp was worried..." "Seriously," Nate growled, still holding his head. "I figured if you didn't want company, you...

Well, that wasn't fucking creepy or nothing. What was the point of showing up if you were just going to stand around silently, like a fucking weirdo. It reminded Nate too much of the other mewtwo, honestly. "What's up, Karat?" he asked. "Figured we'd come check up on you, since you ain't...

"Puddle's right," Rocky said. "If Karat can make a barrier, then he's probably okay. We should leave." "Leave? You want to know how Deoxys is, don't you?" Nate asked. Rocky didn't have anything to say to that. He stared through the shield, looking miserable. Nate paced around its perimeter...

"Yeah, we ain't heard nothing," Nate said. "We sent a couple different messages, so hopefully Karat wouldn't be sleeping that whole time"--definitely something wrong there if he was--"but who knows? We're just seeing what's up." He started forward, deeper into the forest. "Karat! Hey, Karat!"...