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Also late with this one because uuuugh. Chapter nine, wherein we finally leave this gym behind, oh and Mew is there. Chapter 9: Mew's Escape The old woman by the counter looked dully up as Mark walked past, but showed a great deal more interest upon noticing that his clothes were dripping...

Okay. Okay, he was thinking about it. Dave took a breath, watching him warily. "...You want to grab a beer and talk about it?"

It'd be hard to tell how hard he was punching without it hitting anything, so she waited and let him hit her. Her new body was denser, springier, more solid, and the impact satisfyingly threw her backward rather than being mostly absorbed by the ectoplasm. That was good, because it meant the...

Dave nodded, heart hammering, still thinking of the way Yellow had reacted to it, but at least Blue seemed to have calmed down first. "Adne."

Substitutes? "That could work." Soda was good at making Substitutes. Maybe if they got the parasite out of him like Dave wanted, he could make some that would be interesting to hunt. That would be nice. She thought over what she wanted. "I think we should fight and then get food. We're already...

"Soda--" A desperate Radiant impulse rose in his chest, no, he couldn't lose him right now, and golden shields formed around the both of them. "Please just fucking listen to me for a second. We've got the parasite that was in Mewtwo back at the lab. I can take you there if you want. Yellow...

Blue. Yeah, he'd been expecting blue. Dave exhaled slowly. Take three. "It's not bullshit. Look, I did talk to Prime at Spirits' Edge. He'd forgotten why he was even doing this. Breaker checked out Green and his mind was like a broken husk stuck together with duct tape. Your memory's shot to...

"I would like to hunt but I can only pretend to with my sister. Do people let the other you hunt?" Dave had always been very insistent that she could not. He didn't mind if she killed flies, but that was not very satisfying.

He felt his fur rising on the back of his neck. Yeah, there he was. Figured. "...Flesh, hang on a sec. Don't worry, okay? Everything's going to be fine." Cautiously, he followed the presence back out the door, into the street. "Soda? Come on, talk to me."

"The other me liked meat," Mia said. "I could probably eat raw meat now. It's not safe for humans unless it's been cooked to sixty-five degrees but I probably can't get sick in this body." That was intriguing. "There is a lot of food made with a lot of salt and fat to taste good, like hotdogs...

Mia watched the Eternatus head dissolve, satisfied. She might have liked it more if it stayed tangible, bleeding, but when she played with Lucy she couldn't cut anything off at all, so this was still better. She didn't really want to get hurt. But it would be interesting to try. She stood...

He really should have gone here sooner. Fuck. Had Flesh been here this whole time, in the dark, getting all his information from the last Substitute who still believed Soda was up there to depose an evil Arceus and rescue Adne and then put Cibus back the way it was? “Flesh,” he began, trying to...

It was lucky the God Squad paid for everything. Where did they get all the money, to be able to keep up all of Team Spectrum for all this time? Mia’s eyes narrowed in an instant as Rocky’s arm extended toward her. She lashed out with her scythe in a powerful downward slash. Maybe it’d cut the...

Dave let out a long sigh. “Look, we want to help him. This thing that’s in his head, it’s—” He paused. “I mean, do you know what’s going on, with Soda Prime on the moon?” Christ. Did he? Wasn’t it Green who was supposed to look after Flesh, and now he was in the Holding Cells? Had anyone told...

Jesus. Dave clambered back to his feet. “Flesh, I’m… I’m not going to hurt him. Why the fuck would you think that?”

Dave took a deep breath. "Flesh. Is he here right now? What, is that him?" He gestured at the translator hologram. "Are you him?" God, wouldn't that be something. "Look, if this is where the last Substitute has been this whole time, just... can we talk?" Under other circumstances the idea that...

Dave nodded slowly, on guard, ears perked at Flesh's hesitation. "Which ones?"

"We can battle first. The order doesn't matter," Mia said. "I don't think we need to eat food. Being able to taste it but not need it is good." There was a lot about being properly hatched that was good. Would battles feel like more now? She still didn't think she could feel pain. "I wanted to...

Dave blinked at the hologram. That was one way to do a translator device, he supposed. "Hey. He's talked about you a bunch, too." He looked around. "Are his Substitutes still coming round here often? They keeping the place clean?"

Mia arrived not long afterwards, following the sound of Rocky's battle cries to the correct room. "Hi," she said. "Do you want to get hotdogs? I want to taste them properly but Dave is busy." Dave probably didn't want her to tell them what he was busy with. He was still upset and acting weird...