Giratina flew through it's negative world, observing the adverse affects it had on everything, and trying to find out how that...human got in.
It kept flying, searching for an exit when it paused. Something wasn't right. Something was...off.
Giratina couldn't quite put an appendage on it, so it bayed no mind, instead, it continued to search for that fabled exit.
It paused again, okay, now it knew something was off. It wasn't alone anymore.
Giratina now switched priorities, find out whatever the source this...disturbance was coming from.
It searched and searched until it stopped dead cold, and it's eyes widened. A section of his land, of his very place, was nothing more than a pixelated mess.
Giratina nervously flew forward, worried that his land turned into..this
It heard a noise, an ear splitting, and terrible noise. The anti-pokemon cringed a bit, stopping.
It saw it, and Giratina recognized it at once.
The Mistake.
When Arceus was making the world, it made but only one mistake in it's entire immortal life span, one it has been trying to correct for ages.
And it was now somehow occupying Giratina's home.
It shot back out, and Giratina raced to where it knew it was safe, where the Mistake wouldn't find it.
It now had to wait, and bide it's time
Giratina had a war to settle.
And he wasn't going to let a mistake win it.
First pokemon fic. Giratina and the Mistake are properties of pokemon n shit
If you can guess what the Mistake is then go ahead.
See you all next time
~Naru-chan