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Dave glanced at Soda. "Well, we've been thinking it'd be good to have Soda along for that fight."

"You've got..." Dave mimed brushing something off his head. And then half-wished he hadn't. Imagine this whole conversation playing out with Maple having half a fucking mozzarella stick sitting on her head.

Dave exhaled through his nose as Soda picked up his badge. "What could Maple say anyway? She tried to kill us while corrupted. Joule fucking did kill us, and they're still happily married, or whatever they are." He stuffed another mozzarella stick into his mouth. Took a breath. "Look, just...

Fuck. Dave sighed, rubbing his face. "Look, you want me to come with you to talk to her?"

"Who's they? What, Maple? Pop? Look, we can take whatever precautions. Breaker can check you out for anything suspicious. Hell, I can sniff around inside your head again if you want. For all we know anyone could have a secret Blacklight fragment in them, not just you. Apparently fucking Kyurem...

"I mean, you of all people would know you really don't want to get possessed by the Blacklight. You were fucked up about what it made you do for weeks." Dave chewed on his mozzarella stick, glancing at Soda. "You said you wanted to make up for it. Help clean up the mess. Right?"

Chapter 27! Get ready for a stretch of several chapters where it's very obvious that Scyther was my favorite character when I wrote this. Heads up that this is another one that heavily discusses suicide, suicidal feelings, and societal glorification of suicide. I told you this would be a...

Dave grabbed a mozzarella stick, raising an eyebrow at the portion size. That was a whole lot for one person. Had he been planning to just lock himself in his house and eat nothing but this for two days? (Or maybe he was just making more substitutes, and they all wanted some.) "Yeah. I assume...

Dave followed him, sitting down with a sigh. "Yeah, well, we're not gone just yet. Still got that final battle and all." He glanced at Soda for a reaction. "Planning to eat all that?"

At the Holding Cells, Soda was no longer there. Poffin told Dave he'd left a little while ago, was going to get mozzarella sticks. Only one thing that could mean. He found the Zoroark on the Crossroads with a takeout bag, seemingly heading home. Yeah. Good. He was recovering, wasn't he? "Hey...

Dave blinked. He was still talking like he'd gone to his literal death. What the fuck did 'decide what you wish to take to your grave with you' even mean here? Bizarre fucker. He shook his head and sighed before heading out of the library. <><><><><>

And they were back to this. Dave had slightly more of an idea what Mergo was on about, after all this circling around, but only slightly, and he was not curious enough to take a whole other round of this. The main point was he'd managed to drag out of him (eventually) that Arceus had arranged...

Chapter 26, in which people don't act like people, we learn more about Mitch, and Mark is cajoled into battling another gym leader even though the world is ending. Chapter 26: Dead or Alive Branches rustled. Taillow chirped. Beedrill buzzed. Mark lay with his eyes closed. The stinging...

Dave raised an eyebrow. Punishment? I've asked more of people for less noble tasks? It took a special sort of person to choose to just cryptically, off-handedly say that without elaboration. "Well, if you're fine with it, be my guest. Personally, I'd be less happy. Especially if I'm being...

One more hour of writing.

"Wouldn't say you all were cast as villains. Whole thing was supposed to be some kind of bullshit training exercise, wasn't it? We were supposed to be learning from you. Ostensibly. Always sounded like a dumb excuse to do a pointless sports match to me, but I guess it was actually a dumb excuse...

Dave glanced at Mergo. Effectively dead. That was one way of looking at it. From Cibus's point of view, was there even a difference? For all they knew Diyem wasn't sending them back at all. "Well, unless we get whisked off to another universe later for a show fight, I guess."

Dun dun duuuun... it's time. Time for Chaletwo arriving, the start of the plot proper, and some legendary bickering. The Pokémon Festival – May 25th: Chaletwo's Arrival Mark just suddenly realized that he was awake. He couldn’t recall waking up, or dreaming anything. That was a relief. He...

"Yeah, can't say I'm a huge fan of him making a habit of this. Maybe a literal god should be able to come up with ways to make people hopeful and inspired that don't involve cheerfully lying to them." Dave sighed irritably. "Not that it fucking matters. We'll probably be gone not long after...

Dave looked down at the pendant as it played its looping animation. A bit overwrought and dramatic, like Mergo himself. Probably been the perfect gift for him, hadn't it. Who was the girl who'd given it to him? "So what you're saying is," he said, peering back up at the Gardevoir, "this...