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Jesus. That did sound pretty fucking bad. At least Pop was, uh, on it, with the planet-relocating thing? Nate listened to Joule's theory, head tilted and eyes half-closed. "That's a good point... I wasn't really thinking of the mewtwo being able to make another mewtwo, cause they ain't proper...

"Unown on the moon?" Nate grimaced. "Fuck. Yeah. I ain't too surprised about that. And now they've had Blacklight and... tree... tree energy shot up at them. How scary would some fucking Blacklight unown be, scale of one to seriously fucking scary?" And it seemed like whoever or whatever the...

Ah. Destroyed. How very fucking specific. The mewtwo very clearly hadn't been oblivious, even if he was acting on someone else's orders. "Well, I'm glad you're confident you can rebuild the thing. I got a feeling losing those couple days is gonna bite us in the ass, but getting it back online'll...

Ultra Space... whatever the fuck that was. At least it didn't sound like there was anything sketchy going on with Giovanni's plans. Nobody dragging him to Telum, or even giving him a nudge. Or not an obvious nudge, anyhow. Nate smirked. Giovanni was sure sounding more like himself today. "Yeah...

"Wait, you wanted to swap?" Nate said. "Jesus. And then you hid that you'd done it from yourself. There's complex-ass plans, and then there's complex-ass plans." He shook his head. "One thing I don't get, though. How the fuck did you end up on Telum in the first place? Like, yeah, power, I get...

Nate narrowed his eyes at the mention of Kanto. By now he'd heard about enough different iterations of it that he wasn't by any means surprised that that's where Karat came from--hell, where else would a mewtwo come from?--but it wasn't exactly a happy reminder. If people from Kanto could show...

"Mental landscape, huh?" Nate said. Good thing the mewtwo he knew wasn't capable of doing anything like that, or he was pretty sure anyhow. "I figured you weren't really there or nothing, but that weirdness was a representation of your powers, like you said... Well, being made of Dark Matter...

Nate scowled when Owen said the Overseers couldn't be involved. Bean wasn't exactly the only one of them in the whole fucking universe. Those bastards had to be involved here, somehow. Holy fuck, though. Breaker's description of whatever the fuck was up with Soda's mind. Nate dug his fingers...

There was a brief standoff between Rocky and Nate, a furious telepathic debate about whether anyone was going to be mean, or fuck-you-this-is-fucking important. Rocky relented in the end. He could at least tell that Nate wasn't going to say anything super nasty. He stepped aside, so the mudkip...

When Soda started for the door, Nate immediately turned, and Rocky could tell he was gathering water for an attack. The familiar hastily stepped between him and Soda, ready to block his host further with a foot as necessary. "Please," he called after Soda. "If someone did something to your...

Nate stopped glaring death at Rocky long enough to laugh. Rocky tugged sheepishly at an ear, but he was smiling, too. Rocky might be too nervous to snicker at Soda, but Nate had no such reservation, and cackled until he was wheezing. Nate grinned at Owen. "Okay, that," he said, "was pretty...

God, more of this shit. Nate sat and fumed, wanting to point out that all this drama was literally what Soda said he wanted, as Diyem had pointed out like two fucking seconds ago, and it was a fucking waste of time, it wasn't like they could trust one word out of this shithead any more than they...

"Oh," Nate said flatly. Next to him Rocky was tense and ramrod-straight, like he hoped he wouldn't be noticed if he didn't move. "So the 'real' you's actually chilling up on the moon. That it?"

And once again they were back to arguing about whether Soda was a good guy or not, like it made even a shred of difference. Who gave a fuck if he wanted to kill people or not? He seemed perfectly happy to do it if it got him what he wanted, and it wouldn't matter to nobody who died and then...

I've added all the story links that I've seen so far--if you've posted your story somewhere, please let me know so I can add links to the results posts! I've also edited in some author interviews. We'll also be seeing the in-depth interviews with our winners starting soon; this weekend, probably!

"A core, or Maple, or something else..." Nate sighed. "Yeah. Sounds like my favorite kind of plan. Any way we can get at least a little better picture of the situation before we go? Is what a Dark Matter's voidlands is like at all related to the world they come from, anything like that?"...

"Okaaaay..." Nate started to tug at his gills but stopped with a wince. "I'll take your word for it on you being able to do that. You're the fucking expert and all. But what're we supposed to do once we get there? I mean, I ain't asked too much about what happened to everybody who went for a...

Nate nodded. "Yeah. I got a feeling there's another player here. At least one. Maybe more."

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Ain't nobody's wrong for not having noticed, I'm saying the situation's fucked, because if it wasn't somebody would have. And yeah, exactly. Why was Soda the only one to figure it out? When a fucking reformed-Eterna Dark Matter, an actual arceus, a Life Necrozma...

"Nah, that sounds more like your bag. I'm asking because this shit seems fishy to me, and if there's even more wild shit going on here, I'd kind of like to know about it."