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Nate sighed, taking a last look around the area. It would be a real kick in the balls if whoever'd been making that projection was hiding behind a bush a few hundred yards away or something, but even if they were, they'd be gone before anybody found them. He couldn't think of anything...

Divine? God, the Mightyena would love that. Heh. Those fuckers again, huh? Well. Guess we've got to find ourselves some way of tracking down "massive quantities of unown, then. Among so many other fucking things. Thanks, I guess. Sounds like we got a hell of a lot of work to do yet.

Oh, yeah, I can imagine. Nate glanced over at Owen. On the other hand, the way that guy had reacted to Owen's display wasn't normal, but whatever. He'd have to defer to the expert on Dark Matter. That shithead mentioned he was trying to gather five kinds of energy to power himself up. We got...

Wow. Where to begin on that? We chased some invisible thing outside, and it decided to stick around and give us a villain speech about how it's gathering power to do whatever crazy master plan. Supposedly it's our invisible spy who showed up to nab Regigigas and was working with Giovanni, but...

"All right, 'That Shithead' it is. I can work with that." Nate sighed, rubbing at his gills. Whoever--whatever the fuck this was sure seemed to like hamming it up with the whole "bwahaha, I know so much more than you" thing, all the taunting and shit, but if they lost it over one fucking "thank...

Nope, nothing. Really nothing. Reminded him of a certain someone. Nate didn't know who the weird familiar asking about the mewtwo was, but yeah--they had a body with no spirit, and here was what looked like a spirit without a proper body. Chip hadn't picked anything up with his sensor, but who...

Got it. Thanks. Well, assuming that whatever that thing had been doing around the Worldcore required at least a bit of juice, that at least seemed like it ruled out a couple possibilities. It was a long shot, given how fucked everything about this weirdo seemed to be, but Nate figured he...

Damn. Not Giovanni? Could be a lie, but, well. It hadn't sounded like Giovanni, neither. Fucking tragic. And now the guy was going on with the whole dramatic backstory shit, blah blah work for me and I'll give you the universe, whatever. Nate tried to ignore it, but... damn, some of that was...

More inscrutable bullshit. Somebody trying to fuck with them, acting like they knew all the good shit and they'd give it up if everybody kissed ass hard enough. He could see Giovanni and this one being pals, for sure. A load of bullshit is what it was. Nate wanted to turn around and leave right...

To no one's fucking surprise, Nate was getting left far behind. He would have been totally fucked if the whatever-it-was that they were chasing hadn't decided to... stop and wait for all of them? The whatever-it-was gave an even weirder display than most pokémon. Full-on evil laughter and all...

This didn't feel like the most dangerous fight they'd ever had, but it was sure as fuck the trippiest. Nate cursed and tried to duck under a swarm of charmander phantasms, while Rocky laughed, bounding after them and snapping pictures with his badge. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nate...