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“Oh, she’s gone,” Seb muttered, letting out a small chuckle. “Good riddance, don’t you think?” He looked around and placed his wings on his hips. “Now, what were we doing again? Oh, right, truth or dare. Well, I haven’t said anything for a while, so…”

“Woah, wait!” Seb raised his wings defensively, but they couldn’t stop the splash of gold paint. He looked at his now-golden feathers in disbelief. “Aw, man, I’m soaked. At least I look shiny.”

“Uh, miss, sorry, but you’re not exactly making me like you,” Seb said, holding his wings in front of him. “In fact, I think it’d be better if I avoided you. You’re scary.”

“Okay, seems like there’s a lot to take in,” Seb muttered, holding a wing under his beak. “So there’s two people here, one is a Giratina in disguise who supposedly destroys worlds for some reason and the other is…” He points to Admon with an irked eye. “Are you some kinda guardian? Like Rayquaza...

“Uh, what is going on here?” Seb asked, looking at the two individuals in confusion. “Is this how rival Legends talk to each other? I feel like I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. Also, what was that about digital monsters? Something about digitized Pokémon or something? I know PCs in Pokémon Centers...

“AH! Why are you here again, you monster!?” Seb jumped back and raised his wings defensively in fright. After a few seconds, he noticed the absence of the Golden King and glared at no one in particular. “Okay, whoever did that, not cool.” He sighed, relaxing a bit. “I thought I was over this...

Seb visibly cringed, his face scrounged up. “N-No, not really.” He quickly turned around, trying to hide his blush. “Sorry, I have some bad memories of that guy.”

“Uh, well, it was mostly the lack of paint on you.” “The multiverse, huh?” Seb looked up with a smile. “It always fascinated me. I always believed it was real. At first it was just wishful thinking, but I got to experience it—even if it was just a small part of it, I was happy. I got to meet an...

“Yeah, but he was hiding in his smaller form before we washed off his dye job,” Seb replied. He covered himself with a wing during the Rain Dance, looking closely at Hoopa. “And let me be honest, I had my suspicions on you.”

“Oh. Hi.” Seb gave an awkward wave at Hoopa. He seemed a little nervous. “I’m Seb. Pretty sure you aren’t the only Hoopa out there. I’ve seen two in the same place; one is just a normal Hoopa who’s friends with a rich guy who owns an island resort he invited us to for a celebration of friendship...

“Gabriel, huh? That’s a cool name,” Seb said and smiled. “And yeah, I was juman at first. I like being a bird, though. If only I knew how to fly…” “Oh, I actually have a Farfetch’d called Jack! He’s kinda like your Jack, looking after me and Zack, my Pidgeot. Fun fact: he’s training with an...

Seb muttered another question for everyone. In all honesty, it kinda came out of nowhere without much prompting, but it was better than nothing, right? Maybe he should have added more context to that question…

“Not at all,” Seb replied as he shook his head. “They will fight back and break free from the Poké Ball.” When he noticed that the world changed into a cold tundra, he became worried. “Huh? Snow?” He panicked, covering himself with his wings. “Oh no! I don’t like snow! I’m weak to ice! Someone...

Another whisper interrupted Seb. Favorite food? Oh dear, he had a clear answer for that, but it may sound terrible now that he thought twice about it. Oh well, better late than never… “I like to eat fried bird meat. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! It’s not what it sounds like! I’m no cannibal!”

“Oh yeah, I’m a bit of both.” Seb spread his wings, showing his skinny humanoid body at Gabriel. “I’m kinda full Murkrow, but still retaining a bit of my humanity. I don’t know if it’s symbolic or something.”

Once again, Seb was fascinated as he caught sight of Gabriel’s humanoid body transforming into that of a normal Slugma. “Yeah, hello, I can still understand you. My name is Seb. Although, why did you turn into a normal Slugma instead of evolving into a Magcargo?”

“Really?” Seb’s face became red once more, his embarrassment becoming more evident. “Uh… I don’t really know what to say about that. I mean, should I say thanks? It’s just that I’ve done this before.”

Seb’s beak twisted into a strange smirk after hearing those words. He had previously imitated other voices he heard throughout his life, mostly ones from fictional characters and celebrities on TV. This had to be easy, especially thanks to his flexible vocal cords. Being a Murkrow most likely...

“Oh. Okay.” Seb calmed down after his small outburst, the red on his face fading out. He sighed and walked away from Arctozolt. The harshness in their tone made him feel down.

“Don’t say that!” Seb shouted. There was a bit of red in his face. “Don’t be so harsh on yourself. I demand that you stop being sad right now! It’s not good for anyone!”