"IF THOU ART THE CREATION TRIO, ACT LIKE IT," Arceus snapped, turning his attention back to Mario Kart 8. Behind him, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina pouted…well, as much as all powerful deities could pout anyway. Arceus could feel a vein pop in his head and his concentration waned to the point where he fell off the side of Rainbow Road. That never happened to him before.
There was a growl from behind him. "Poke me and die," Dialga muttered. A few seconds later, loud snarls erupted as Dialga and Palkia wrestled on the floor, breaking various pillars and a large glass case.
Arceus threw down his controller, the air shimmering dangerously as he prepared a Judgement attack. "SILENCE BEFORE YOU FORCE MY THOUSAND ARMS. I CREATED YOU AND I CAN UNCREATE YOU AND FORCE YOU TO LIVE YOUR PATHETIC LIVES AS LOWLY BIDOOF."
Giratina hung suspended in the air, shaking in silent laughter.
"AND I SHALL PUT THAT ACCURSED MILTANK IN THE DISTORTION WORLD WITH YOU IF YOU DO NOT CEASE YOUR MOCKERY IMMEDIATELY."
Giratina sobered up, whistling innocently. Dialga and Palkia hung their heads, casting mutinous glares at each other.
The room had taken plenty of damage from Legendary fights before, so Arceus had to keep all his gaming systems and discs in protective, unbreakable cocoons so they didn't get damaged. Gods couldn't exactly stroll into the nearest Gamestop and replace their game systems every couple months.
However, there was one game that was placed on a pedestal. Literally. WIth sunlight glinting off it and a choir of Meloetta to sing every time he removed it to play. He'd confused the poor deliveryman. Poor guy. He'd made it up to him with a few Master Balls though, so things worked out.
And now the disc was shattered beyond repair.
The Creation Trio was immediately bombarded with meteorites from Judgement. "BEGONE AND LEAVE ME TO MOURN FOR MY BELOVED BREATH OF THE WILD," Arceus said in misery. He summoned a small coffin and slowly picked up the pieces with Psychic.
"So," Dialga said as Palkia and Giratina attempted to drag him out of the room. "Ow, guys stop! Not the spikes! Kyogre and Groudon are trying to steal my thunder with the whole Primal Reversion thing. When can we get cool, gamebreaking power-ups in our remakes?"
Arceus promptly shot a Hyper Beam a few inches away from his head.
"Is that a no to the remake then?" Dialga shouted as Palkia tugged on his tail. He kept a grip on the door, his claws sinking into the frame. Nodding, Palkia and Giratina fired twin Aura Spheres and knocked him out.
"THERE SHALL BE NO REMAKE UNTIL DIALGA BUYS ME ANOTHER COPY OF BREATH OF THE WILD."