Both Dean and Dialga are standing at the main doors leading into the Main Hall. They were just given their minute notice before the doors open and Dialga is currently attempting her best at making Dean look good.

"How on earth have you already managed to get dirt on your coat?! We haven't even been outside yet."

"I'm a man with many skills and I'll let you know that getting down and dirty is one of them." He told her with a smug smile before faltering. "Wait that came out wrong..."

"It doesn't matter for now." Dialga said with a shake of her head, "Pull up your bandana and hoodie, I want you looking mysterious." She told him before transforming into her Pokémon form.

Dean complied and didn't question why she wanted him to look like he'll stab you if you ask him where the nearest pub is but he reasoned it was because currently she could eat him in one bite. That reason alone was enough to put him on his best behaviour and he wasn't even considering that inside the room is technically god.

"Walk behind me at the end of my tail with your hands held behind you. Walk with your head high and do not look around the room no matter what. Do not talk unless spoken to and please, at least try and talk like a gentleman."

Dialga stood directly in front of the doors and Dean followed her instructions and stood a metre behind where her tail swished across the floor nervously. As the seconds that felt like minutes dragged by Dean wondered if the doors would ever open but before he could really think about the question he swore he heard a buzzer go off and before he knew it Dialga was walking forward with himself in tow into one of the biggest and whitest rooms he had ever been in.

What followed was an extremely uncomfortable silence a for somewhat obvious reasons. Thankfully nothing too eventful happened as they trekked their way across the large room to where he guessed they were due to sit. Even then nothing eventful happened until they arrived at their arranged standing place and that was only because a booming female voice telepathically washed over the legendaries and champions there.

"This is Dialga of the Creation Trio's champion. Those with objections may now step forward and present their case."

Since Dialga had mentally told Dean that it was ok to look around now Dean watched as 11 legendaries walked forward from where they stood. Dean noticed that it seemed that none of the newer or lower ranked legendaries moved forward with the majority of the objections coming from the mid-high ranks. Only one of the top 10 moved forward, Mewtwo according to Dialga.

"As per customs we will start with the highest rank first." The booming female voice told the room. The main god Pokémon - whose name was Arceus as he was now told by Dialga whom he had a sneaking suspicion was monitoring his mind - looked towards Mewtwo and spoke. "And what is your reason for believing this champion should not be one?"

"My Lady," Mewtwo telepathically said to everyone in the room in a very tomboy voice as it bowed to Arceus. "My objection is not born of hatred as some here are, but of distrust. As a human I believe that eventually the power will be too much or they will lust for more. Both outcomes will destroy the champion and their soul. I was not there but I believe that if this champion were to stay the last incident will need to be studied to prevent such atrocities from ever happening again. That is my reason my Lady."

Mewtwo bowed again and stepped back to where it was before, seemingly done with what it had to say.

"While I do not disagree with your objection," Arceus said before turning and seemingly boring holes into my very soul, "I have checked this champion and found it neither good," Arceus paused for effect to let the verdict sink in while still boring into me, "nor evil." Finally turning away from me it addressed the rest of the hall I let go of a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"This champion has done many a foul deeds which stain its soul, but in almost every incident there is a reason with the most recent and notable example being killing others to save another. This champion even gave its own life to do so. This champion has extraordinary potential in both the good side of things and the evil. Let's hope it is the former." Arceus stopped talking to let the news sink in, the legendaries and some champions seemingly expecting it to say some more with Dean being the odd one out. "I have judged this champion and found it worthy to become one and is now officially a champion. Furthermore those who have the same objection as Mewtwo or have objections based around the fact of this champion's gender may step back. Those who have other objections may stay where they are."

With the outright dismissal of those who wanted Dean out because he was male, those who held such objection created a reasonable amount of protest, all of which was instantly squashed and warned by Arceus. The remaining 'objection', if you could even call it that, was the fact of where was Dean going to eat, sleep and overall just exist. They had not exactly planned to have a human ever again and all of the previous accommodations had been removed in favour of Pokémon ones.

Dialga seemed to already know the answer to these questions so her advice was taken; for now Dean would sleep where she does and generally live there. That arrangement would last until a cottage in the woods surrounding the halls that had not seen use for centuries was renovated into something more modern and comfortable. As far as food went it was figured that Dean would have to live without meat and survive off berries and water for about a week until things would be sorted.

With the main matter of the day out of the way most of the formalities dropped and champions were told they could leave the hall in favour of free time while the legendaries dealt with more boring matters. It took some convincing but Dean managed to get Dialga to agree to let him explore on the conditions of not causing trouble.

Upon exiting and taking off his hood and silly looking bandana he was greeted by the majority of the champions, or well, Pokémon in laymen terms and was quickly assaulted by a barrage of what he assumed to be questions. All of which he could not understand due to the fact of them speaking another language.

"Hold it, hold it." Dean told the group to which they quickly complied. "You do all realise I have no idea what your all saying right?" Some champions looked embarrassed about this revelation, others looked annoyed and others somehow seemed confused. "Unless there is a psychic that can translate I'm afraid you're all out of luck."

"I can help with that." Said a calm and confident female voice from inside Dean's head before a Gardevior teleported directly in front of him out of nowhere.

"Ah!" The teleportation startled Dean and he fell backwards in an automatic attempt to get away from what startled him.

"Ohmygod I'm so sorry. I was just trying to seem cool." The Gardevior told him as it stood at his feet with her hands covering her mouth. "Here, let me help you up."

Dean felt weird as she picked him up with her psychic force and set him on his feet once more but he accepted the help none the less. "Thanks, now to get back to the matter at hand, what did they want to know?" He asked as he gestured to the crowd around him.

The jumble of sounds he couldn't interpret started back up around him and Dean looked helplessly at the Gardevior for translation. "Well the general gist is that they wonder how you got picked as a champion in the first place."

"Oh, well that's simple," Dean said as he crossed his arms, "in short I think I saved Dialga from some thugs in an alleyway but now I know it wasn't some helpless woman and instead a legendary I suspect it was more of a test. How were you all picked?"

The Gardevior seemed to lose its exited attitude as Dean told the group his story and when it came to his question she seemed even embarrassed. "Well compared to what you told us and from what we gleamed in the halls we were basically just asked to do this from the legendaries that matched our types."

"Oh," Dean thought out loud before shrugging, "that's easier then what I had to go through. "Anymore que-"

All of a sudden the memories of the repressed night came flooding back to Dean and the implications of what he had done hit him. He had killed 3 or 4 people in cold blood without thinking. Is that the true person he was? A cold killer? Why was he so casual and ok about it for this long? Was his mind suppressing it or was he just okay with it? He looked down at his hands in the dank room he was in, his hands had blood on them but it wasn't his blood. He panicked and attempted to wash his hands in the ankle height water but the blood stayed, it was a part of him now, maybe even forever.

With this realisation Dean's mind started running on instincts and they told him to get away from here and that if he ran far enough the problems won't be able to catch up. He took his first step backwards then another before turning around almost making a mad dash away. He was stopped however by a hand on his wrist and with it came serenity, he forgot what he needed to run from and felt so calm. He could smell cherry blossoms and even saw a few land in the water nearby before his world went dark.


Dean woke with a start, sitting up and clutching his head due to a powerful migraine currently gripping his head. He would have sworn and almost did but not knowing where he was and who might be listening meant it was better to shut up and take the pain.

After a couple minutes of sitting still Dean finally opened his eyes and looked around with the heartbeat in his head not helping in the slightest. He seemed to be in some sort of cave without a better word to describe. He looked down at where he was sleeping and saw a wooden cot with hay as a matress serving as a bed for him. Whoever had put him here had left a lit candle which now had a small amount of life left and a glass of water.

He gulped down the water due to the current lack of any moisture in his mouth or throat but found the water somewhat strange tasting and had a slimy texture but Dean paid it no notice in favour of figuring out where on earth he was.

"You gave me quite the scare you know." The unmistakeable voice of Dialga said from behind him.

For the second time that day Dean was startled and this time he screamed and almost bolted out of bed before his brain processed the information. "Jesus Christ woman, warn a lad before you do something like that."

"Like what?" Dialga said as she walked around the head of the bed in her human form and sat on the now unoccupied head end.

Dean meanwhile wasn't sure if she was being serious or not.

"Well if you didn't notice you scared the absolute hell and I almost made a run for it."

"No," Dialga said with a frown on her face, "your soul is still fairly tainted." After a couple seconds of uncomfortable seriousness Dialga broke into an expression that Dean had yet to see, goofiness. "I'm just kidding about that but I wasn't about scaring me, do you remember what you did?"

Dean was about to reply that of course he did but for one of the first times in his life he had no idea what to say. He couldn't remember a thing after he left the main halls save for a Gardevior and for some reason cherry blossoms. "No," Dean said uncomfortably, "I can't say I do."

It was now Dialga's turn to look uncomfortable in a stark contrast to her recent behaviour. "Good, let's keep it that way."

She got up from the bed and walked a dozen feet before turning back into her Pokémon form with Dean musing that he needed to ask how she did that. Jumping back to what he was dwelling on before Dean felt like he was missing a part of himself now, something important that led him to where he is today. He looked down at his hands and he swore they were red but after rubbing his eyes they were gone and he dismissed it as a hallucination.

"Say," Dean asked Dialga as he stared at his hands, "what do you want me to do now?" He looked up into the darkness surrounding his bed and realised he had little idea where she was or if she was still here.

"For now, sleep." Her voice came at him through the darkness, "It's the early hours of the morning and you'll need your rest for tomorrow as you'll be going through multiple tests to determine your current capabilities."

Dean quietly accepted the proposition and laid back down in his cot, staring up at the ceiling at the candle coincidently went out on its own after running out of wick. He turned his head to stare into the abyssal darkness surrounding him and before he dozed off he swore he saw red eyes staring back at him.


Dean woke feeling oddly refreshed which was strange judging he couldn't remember the last time he ate. It was morning now or he assumed it was since lights he didn't know were in the high cave ceiling were now turned on. As he sat up and looked around he realised the lights looked very out of place in this 'cave'. Near the back was where he assumed Dialga slept due to the large pile of hay and other comfortable looking organic material was laid. Near where Dean assumed you enter the cave from was a very large bowl that was the height of him. What the bowl contained he could only guess but he assumed it was food of some sort.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Dialga from inside his head.

"Good I guess..." He told her as he looked around for her, "Hey, where are you? I can't see you."

"Well to put it simply, I'm currently fixing some important things in the time stream. Or well fixing is a broad word; I'm more accurately watching to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Well that's cool I guess." Dean told the air in front of him before yawning and stretching. "Wasn't I meant to do important things today or something?" He asked before mumbling to himself, "Why am I having trouble remembering things?"

Dialga didn't seem to hear his mumblings or she didn't pay it any notice. "Yes, if you look on the nightstand you'll see a phone." Dean looked and lo and behold there was a phone there. He mused to himself as he picked it up that this was very much like a movie he'd seen a long, long time ago. "It doesn't have a lock screen and in the contacts is someone who volunteered to show you where you need to go. They are a legendary so be on your best behaviour."

"Riiiight, how do you turn on the phone? The last time I used one was when they still had buttons." Dean asked Dialga. He could have sworn he heard a sigh.

After she ran him through the basics of the phone, how to use it, all its features and what not, Dean finally got to the part where he needed to call the other person. He wondered where a Pokémon even kept a phone and furthermore where they had gotten a phone from, he hadn't seen it on any champions or legendaries from what he could remember.

Dean rung the number in his contacts and put the phone up to his ear and waited for the call to connect. After connecting the person picked up almost instantly.

"Hello this is Dean, I was told you volunteered to show me where I needed to go."

"Mew!"

"Excuse me?"

"M-mew..."

"Well this could be a problem..."

"Is this better?" Asked a bubbly female voice on the other end.

"Yes! I can understand you now, although I don't really know how."

"That's not important right now but I'm sure Dialga will explain how we do this later." Dean assumed she had turned into a woman, how he had yet to understand how.

"Riiight, so where do I need to go for these tests?"

"Meet me outside Dialga's home and I'll guide you there. All the other champions are currently training so the halls are going to be empty in case you get lost."

"Alright give me a moment to-" Dean was now outside and staring at the same strange pink Pokémon that he swore wore the nurse cap when he was in the hospital. "-get outside."

He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket before watching the pink flying Pokémon's phone blink out of existence.

"This may sound rude but no one actually told me what your name was." He thought for a moment, "Actually now that I think about it I barely know anyone's names."

It felt weird what happened next, like he suddenly remembered everyone's name and the entire layout of the halls as if he had been living here his entire life. It was overwhelming to say the least.

"What the hell did you do Mew?!" Dean accusingly asked as the migraine from before came back in full swing.

"Relax, the pain your feeling right now will wear off soon. It also beats learning things from scratch."

Dean knew she had a point but he also knew she could have warned him first. "Jesus Christ that felt bad; I've had hangovers better than this. Any more knowledge you want to impart on me?"

"Well now that you mention it..." Mew started with, even going so far as to put its tiny paws on its chin and look wistfully into the distance.

"No no, that was sarcasm. Please don't do that again." Dean said nervously.

"I know," Mew smiled at him, "I was just teasing you now come on, let's get you to the testing arena."

Dean was glad that she was just joking, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to cope with it again besides from drooling on the floor.

Mew and Dean quickly struck a chord once Dean realised she wasn't much for formality and such. It made Dean feel comfortable that there was at least someone that could laugh at his silly jokes and possibly not be offended or disgusted. By the end of the 20 minute trip Mew was laying on Deans head with her front paws covering his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how weird this feels? I know I can't see anything with my eyes but at the same time I know I can through you." Dean told her as he blindly looked around the entrance of the mini arena.

"Well this was your idea and I must say I haven't done this before. What's fun is that I can do things like this." She giggled to herself while Dean remained confused as to what she did.

"OhShit!" Dean yelled as a monster jumped out at him in the vision Mew was supplying him with. "God damn it Mew." He said as he pulled her paws away from his eyes causing him to see a double vision from both himself and Mew. After a couple of moments the second vision was cut and Deans mind was now only filled with what he could see.

"You know, you remind me of someone..." Dean said out loud as he pondered who. "A Gardevior for some reason."

"That's because the Gardevior is my champion and I know you already know her name at the mention of that."

"Yes, Kat. Strange name for a Gardevior don't you think?"

"Careful what you say, I picked that name for her." She didn't deny is so Dean assumed she was playfully warning him.

"Moving on, what do I do now I'm here?" He asked as he looked up at the freeloader on his head.

"Go inside, the test is automatic so it's quite easy to start. I must say though, do try to do your best, it looks bad when you don't." With that his occupant disappeared from sight, teleported probably. "I'll come and get you when you're done. Just tap the heels of your feet 3 times while saying 'There is no place like home.' That or you're walking back."

"Ha ha, very funny, I'll see you once I get out." He told her just before he entered and once he did he felt the presence of Mew disappear from his head. He looked around the arena or more accurately a empty sporting complex. This should be fun.