Chapter 2: Dimension Tension and Poké-morph Village

Normal POV, midnight, 3 months later.

Anth had been doing a recap of his own studies on the Pokémon universe. He had realized that they had landed in the Hoenn region, which meant he would be coming face to face with Teams Aqua or Magma soon. As a result, Anth had taken on the habit of going out at night to hunt for any unsuspecting members. He left the machete in Grace's hands for her protection, as she was showing signs of being pregnant. He would be damned if she were to get captured somehow. As he trekked through the forest, he couldn't help but get a foreboding feeling fuming from his past.

John's POV, 1 AM, Anth's dimension, meanwhile

Shit! Those Americans are insane! They have already found enough research to rip open the space-time just to reach Anth! Damn! It had been three months since Anth and Grace left our plain of reality into the Pokémon world. I was raking it in big time with the crime lords, ever since I had acquired Mike, Anth's old laptop. I have gotten reports of scientists testing transdimensional machines capable of warping people to other universes. I didn't think we as a species could reach that! I thought about why they would do such a thing, but then I realized it. If they could capture those Pokémon from the other world, then the other countries here are fucked! They need to be stopped.

I called up all the crime lords, and proposed that we either use this research to warn Anth of the upcoming war, or destroy this research entirely. We can't be having all this strife. This planet can't handle it. Using Mike, I began taking the research. Anth was such a mad genius, making an untraceable computer, and be able to just walk up the front door to any facility on the planet by a whim.

Anth's POV, 3 AM

I spotted a Team Magma base within a forest adjacent to mine. It was time for a slaughter. As much as I liked a summary liquidation of an opposing force, I wasn't above getting my hands dirty with the blood of my enemies. I charged up 4% of my power, enough to change my eye color to a complete red. I charged into the base, destroying its gates, and attracting a bunch of Houndoom. They stopped short of attacking me as I looked at them with a bloodlust so vile, it would make Satan shit himself with fear. I let out a booming roar which caused a large crater to form. I avoided the Pokémon entirely, and decided instead to attack the humans that were their apparent masters. One by one, the Magma grunts fell, into bleeding heaps.

I decided to make this attack into a warning shot. They would either cease their vile business of trying to dominate the land, or die by my hand. In just a few minutes, seventy-four grunts fell with deep gashes in their stomachs or severe concussions. When I was just about to leave, I heard a howl of a Houndoom behind me. I turned to see the creature, only to be surprised. This one looked like a morph, like me. The Houndoom spoke, "My name is Doom, and you are trespassing on my territory, vermin!" I looked at him, cracking a smile. I burst out laughing suddenly. "What the fuck is so funny?" He shouted. "Oh, it's just that I'm a morph, too, you 'doom' fuck," I continued to laugh.

"I am the pride of Team Magma! No one is better than me!" I stopped laughing, setting a dangerous edge in my aura once again. He looked at me with fear. "Pride, you say? Team Magma wouldn't hesitate to fuck you up the ass and toss you out like a common hooker! They are liars and thieves! I was going to spare you a nightmare blast, but because of how misguided you are, I have no choice. HYPNOSIS-NIGHTSHADE COMBO!" I knocked him out in an instant and watched him twitch in his nightmare. When he wakes up, he won't be himself. He'll attack any Team Magma member without restraint. He may seek me out for help if he wants to.

God knows he will need it.

Grace's POV, 7 AM

Anth had been sleeping in quite a bit, thanks to the threat of those poachers. Through our telepathy, I saw that he did manage to find a base, and another Pokémon morph. He didn't seem troubled by much at the mere sight of another half-Pokémon, but the thought of the morph in question worshipping the bastards that made him rubbed Anth the wrong way. Despite the Houndoom being a part-Dark type, Anth would let Doom in within my vicinity. Doom would know quite well not to mess with me.

I ate my morning breakfast of Oran and Pecha berries, and left to go foraging for more. My trek was slower than it normally would, because of the baby I'm carrying for Anth. I didn't mind. I felt good at the prospect of being a mother. I am even happier that Anth is the father of my new child. I picked a few berries and stuck them into the bag I carried with me. I felt fatigued, so I returned to my home and snuggled with my Anth, setting the bag down onto a log inside my hut. I soon fell asleep while cuddling into that wonderful tuft of chest fur.

Doom's POV, 8 AM

That nightmare… scary… I don't want to go through anything like that again. Not again… I wandered through the forest which that morph had told me about. I learned his name to be Anth, when the dream ended. So far, I could not see any sign of it. After a few minutes of walking, I come across a burnt danger sign. I was close to the place. I just hope that the morph doesn't put me to sleep again and kill me. I approached cautiously towards the house, and low and behold, I find that Ninetales morph awake and ready to kill. He was about to strike out, when he saw my visage.

"So, I would guess that you would either come to join me and my cause, or surrender your life to me. Personally, despite you being a part-Dark type, with fire as your main element, I would prefer the former," said the morph. I looked at him with determination, "I want to join you. Those Team Magma assholes had me bent over for them for far too long." He nodded, and shook hands with me, striking the contract of trust. I saw a small village by the hut that Anth lived in. I would assume that the village is for any refugees he rescues.

I found a hut designated to me with the name "Doom" above the door. Inside was a bed of blue fire coals for a bed, and a small shoulder bag with "Doom's berries" sewn on it. This bag had the scent of a Gardevoir on it, and a pregnant one, no less. It must be Anth's mate. I saw Anth outside making more houses by bending the growth of the trees to have large lumps in a few sections. Eventually, this will become a small town, one that I aim to help Anth protect with my life.