Ghetsis groaned and withdrew his Hydreigon. What'd he have it out for in the first place? Oh, that's right. The Plasma Grunts were acting retarded again.

"Well anyway," Ghetsis nodded to himself. "That should do it."

Not a single Purrloin was left at the nursery. That's right. Team Plasma had a nursery. Ghetsis grew about dang tired of having to go back and forth from Route 3 to breed them. Every time he went, it went a lil like this:

"...But Ghetsis sir, they only had one egg!"

"Eustace, I tell you, it's been 3 months! You know how many STEPS I walk in a day's time?! Enough for you to make at least one hundred so I can walk 5,180 steps to hatch them all. AND WHEN I'M ON MY BIKE, IT DOUBLES!" Ghetsis growled, caressing the first egg he gained in, like, a year. "I PLAY 12 HOURS A DAY, AND THAT MEANS 50,000 STEPS. YOU KNOW WHAT 50,000 STEPS MEANS?! IT MEANS WHEN I COME BACK HERE, I WANT MORE THAN ONE PURRLOIN EGG!"

With that and without waiting for a logical response to this whole egg business Ghetsis clutched the egg and made a run for it. He wheezed and sighed, "...I guess I gotta liberate some more Pokemon."

Yeah. So anyways. Liberating was sooo two years ago and it was hip n trendy to bully breed the Purrloin. They bullied everything. Yeh. In the safety of their own boat. Ghetsis commanded his pirate ship to go to Liberty Island, to think about liberating, of course. But not really. He just wanted to torture the two or ten people who chilled there 24/7 for absolutely no reason.

"But... didn't Hilbert beat us to the Victini though...?" A grunt asked.

"Big butt so what you lil Plasma Grunt!"

A long drive through the ATLANTIC OCEAN send Ghetsis over the edge, almost literally. Good thing all he did was puke up the Tepig he stole from Juniper, otherwise he would have tossed himself overboard. "C-curses..."

Frolicking off the ship with glee, the 50 year old man made his way toward Victini's monument wearing a hopeful smile. CLUNK! and it seemed Ghetsis was trying to pull the doors open again. lmao So he pushed it anyways and felt kind of embarrassed. He was beet red. Another groan escaped the man's lips as he aggressively took one step forward onto the second stair and literally flew down the flight of stairs like that chick in Paranormal Activity where that demon dude dragged the shit outta Katie. It was just like that, basically.

He lifted himself up off the ground and patted himself on his god damn awkward cloak thingy. He had a lot of dust left on his back, so he was doing a terrible job of cleaning himself up. Especially in the shower. That's a story for another day. Ghetsis stood outside Victini's room and peered through the tiny square window.

There was Natural Ghetsis Harmonia sitting there playing Barbie with a Deino plushie he got when he was just 8 years old. Ghetsis put a hand up to his mouth and started to weep into it, crying like a kawaii desu chibi on Ouran Host Club or whatever. "That's my boy." His sobs echoed into the empty room.

It took Ghetsis a moment to recooperate from the sight to behold and he swung open the door with a bright smile, but instead of being greeted gracefully THE DEINO HIT HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE!

"DA-AD!" N screamed like a big baby and kicked the rug he was sitting on at his father. "Get the heck out you snooping idiot!"

"Oh son," Ghetsis frowned happily, tears streaming down his face. He took a step forward and slipped on the Deino and fell down on his face. "Oh... Mother of Arceus..."

N felt and looked like he had just been penetrated through the ear canal. His dad was that annoying and painful to look and be around. There are a lot of ands in these two sentences whoops lmao. "Your Hydreigon wants the Pokemon food you have in your pants."

Ghetsis embraced him and ruffled his hair. "It's been two long, gruesome years!"

Then N got straddled and did it with his own father.