Author's Notes

Fans of The Guardian rejoice! This is a series that will run alongside The Guardian and it will crossover many times. Like The Guardian, it will follow the same format with a shorter prologue to kick everything off. If this is the first story you've read of mine, please go over and read The Guardian. As my final message, join the Discord servers, mainly Writer's Haven and Dead Poet Society. I have some work that I haven't posted here, posted there, so I would really appreciate it if you checked the server out. If you don't have a Discord account, it is really easy to make one.

Unhinged: Prologue

The frigid wind of the cold winter blew in my face as I traveled down the street. I was fired from my job just because of an "altercation" between another coworker and me. His words echoed through my head. "Hey, Keith. You going kill your girlfriend just like your father? I'll have you know I visit her every night you're gone." I hate when people bring up my father like that. Every place I've worked at someone has always brought that up. Every time. This is the first time I acted out, but when I told the manager what happened, he got me fired. He didn't even take into consideration what I said. People are always on edge around me because my father was a killer and they think it's genetic. I need a drink.

Continuing down the street, I arrived at my favorite bar: The Whitefield Tavern. At least the people here won't look at me like I'm a psychopath.

"Hey Keith," the bartender greeted as I entered the tavern. "How was work?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I grumbled, taking a seat at the bar. "Give me your strongest drink." He shrugged and poured me a glass of vodka. I downed the burning liquid, and the effects were instantly felt. I could already feel a buzz. "Damn. This drink is powerful." The bartender chuckled at my comment and turned on the television. Instantly, my mood soured. I hate the news with all my heart. All they talk about is depressing stuff, and today is no exception. That headline already bodes us all ill.

"Good morning Hyatia. I am your nightly news host, Kevin Delaney. The wildfire still rages across most of the Bore forest causing hundreds of thousands of dollars worth in damage to small villages within the forest. Firefighters equipped with water types are attempting to contain and control the fire before it reaches Coulter. In other news, the infamous gang leader, who went by the name Fang, was found dead in a warehouse along with a pidgeot of unknown origin in Varenfield. Later tonight, the police chief will be making a statement against vigilante justice." The television was shut off before he could spout any more depressing news stories. I looked back at the bartender, who had a grin from ear to ear.

"When our police force doesn't do shit. Count on organizations like the PLE or street vigilantes to take care of disgusting people like that." The bartender mused. For some odd reason, him saying that made me a mite bit angry. The more I thought of Fang and his mystery killer, the more agitated I got.

"I guess those people make the world spin. Now, if you would be so kind as to refrain from speaking about that while I'm around, that would be great." I said coldly. The bartender looked at me shocked. I have never had an outburst like that before. Maybe there is something wrong with me.

"Suit yourself." He mumbled, cleaning a cup. He left soon after to tend to the other customers leaving me alone. I took another swig of my drink and pondered my actions and outbursts. I was usually able to keep my cool while under tons of pressure, but today I'm snapping at people left and right. Something has to be wrong with me. I should go home and get some rest before I do something else.

I finished the vodka and speedily left the bar. Outside, the frigid air blew on me again, but this time, it agitated me further. "What the fuck is wrong with today!" I screamed out the top of my lungs, scaring nearby pedestrians, and their pokemon. They looked at me in utter fear. Like I was some monster. They all do. I can't trust anybody.

Before anyone could move, I took off dashing back to my apartment down a few blocks. They didn't know who I am. They all put on a fake smile, but I know how they feel. They all hated me. They all wanted me gone, and it's all because of him. He's the reason I lost my job, and I'm going to take revenge.

(? Pov)

It is almost a pitiful thing watching these ants crack under their weight. It is nearly as pathetic as watching those that consider me their sibling not take rightful ownership of these beings. My "mother" always works with them to help them save themselves, but it keeps backfiring. I don't know why they are so excited about this new one, but he'll never get the chance to save his race. Not with my puppet attacking him at every turn. Pokemon will reign over our slaves. We will do to them what they did to us. Today is the day of reckoning for all those abused by the dirt of this world!

Now, it is time to bend him to my will.

(Keith's Pov)

"I can't do this." I cried to myself. Murder isn't my thing. I have to prove them wrong instead of giving in. I can beat them at their own game.

But it is right. They hate us, remember?

"Who said that!" I said, looking around frantically for the source of the voice.

I am the unknown portion of the mind that you have unlocked by tuning into the "buzz." I am the voice gifted to humanity when Arceus made us.

"What?" This is so confusing. What do you mean voice of Arceus?

I know this may be confusing. After all, you are the first human to unlock the voice after the fall of my religion. I am here to guide you on the right path. You must listen to everything I say carefully, and you must comply with everything I tell you to do. There are a few undesirable people that must be purged from the Earth before you can help your friends join you.

"What is the first thing I need to do then?" I asked. Today is my lucky day after all. A god has decided to grace me with its presence and help me rebuild what we threw away so many years ago.

The co-worker that angered you earlier today must die.

"It'll be done, Arceus. I wanted to get revenge anyway." I said, picking up a knife that was on the nearby table. "Now. It's time to visit him, and give him what he deserves."

Play "Psychosis" by Cardinal