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Squiggly happily disappeared into the lump. "Everything good?" Dave asked; the lump wiggled enthusiastically, but then stilled, without doing so again. "Well, okay." He could feel some psychic echo of giddy joy from within the lump. Who was he to question it at this point? "Well, I guess that's...

"You sure?" Dave tilted his head. "Whatever, fine. Wiggle a bunch if you want out." He pushed his useless lump towards Squiggly. If these were basically Pokéballs for shades, did this technically make him a trainer?

Dave looked at Squiggly once again. "Well, let me know if you ever want to get into one of those, I guess." He paused. "If I let you out, I'm not carrying you on my head. Deal?" He opened Squiggly's container, pulling out an Oran Berry to give him, still watching him closely. "Maybe you should...

God, his fucking obnoxious emoticons. If this was actually the creator of this universe and not Soda being a dick, maybe they should think twice about saving it. [Scotch > Pop]: Cool. Thanks. He put his badge away. "Well, 'Arceus' says he's doing fuck-all because it's all a distortion but...

[Scotch > Pop]: Well, I don't recall saying anything of the sort, so that's a fail grade on the infallibility. Did you find Brisa and Starr, or are you just taking your time fucking around on your badge a bit first?

Dave stared at the badge. "Wh--" He narrowed his eyes towards Soda, who was busily tapping at his own badge, but the holographic interface showed some kind of game (...was that Flappy Bird?), not the messaging app. Not that he couldn't make it look like he was playing a game while actually doing...

Oh, of course Arceus was out there personally searching for Starr and Brisa. Just eager to help these two particular people. Why didn't they just fucking call God for every problem. Not that he'd believe this was really Arceus and not Soda's illusions (fucking Christ, Pop, it was practically a...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Karat. "...A Pokéball? Is that what you were going to say?"

Dave let out a burst of laughter as the Mudkip waltzed in and barely paused before throwing insults at Karat. The balls on that kid, huh? But then... "Pop, huh. Pop. So you think he created the universe? Has he always been so friendly and approachable?"

Dave snorted. "Yeah, uh, they're not very old tales. Mewtwo, the definitely real superweapon genetically engineered from the definitely real Mew by the government, hidden at a top-secret military facility, something something aliens, Big Brother is watching us, the deep state wants to...

Dave blinked, looking between Chip and Soda. "I'm sorry, a Mewtwo?" He let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Are you serious? Fucking Mewtwo?"

Dave glanced at Squiggly. This whole thing still gave him the creeps, to be honest. Could they get out? Even if they were drawn to it, did that actually mean it was good? Flies were drawn to Venus flytrap plants, for fuck's sake. Even if they felt great in there, technically, if you locked a...

Dave narrowed his eyes at the lump. "Hey, wiggle once for yes, twice for no. You comfy in there?"

"Owen, what--" Dave was about to say it could infect him, but no, clearly Owen had done this before, which was still bad. "They only brainslug when they're hungry? Did you seriously just let it out and see what happened?"

"What do you mean it doesn't seem to mind? Can you ask it and get an answer while it's inside? Can it get back out?" He glanced at Squiggly, over in his cage. "Look, science isn't just about fucking around and seeing what happens. You could chop people in half and see what happens, but that's...

Dave gave Soda a skeptical look. "So you think the Shades get... absorbed by these rocks somehow? Is there a reason you think that's a good thing?"

Dave blinked at the Porygon-Z. He'd gotten used to this world having all the same Pokémon except they talked, but a fucking AI virtual assistant? What was next, Clippy? "Hi," he said. "What's this about?"

"Wait, excuse me?" Dave said. "Let me get this straight, the so-called God Squad just appeared out of nowhere one day? Nobody has any reason to trust them? Other than the god that conveniently came down to tell you to? Even if you think Arceus is real and omnibenevolent and just conveniently...

"Yeah, also, just so you know, the other day Maple told me if she ever caught even a hint that we're not trustworthy and aligned with their goals of saving Cibus, she'll just fucking obliterate us. So there's that."

Dave sat in a corner and sighed in exasperation, waiting for Diyem to get to the point. Curio had already told him the what, but exactly how Diyem went about talking about it was probably worth hearing.