Hero: If I hadn't made it clear in my other stories that all I need is 30 minutes to make a chapter, then I don't know what will get it through you're mind.

Ruby: So why haven't ya updated our story?!

Hero: ... Summon Spell: teleport. *disappears in an aura of purple*

Ruby: Son of a-

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ChronosSplicer: Thank you, mon ami. And you're right, we need more Champion stories! And Silver/Dante's meeting with his parents will be... Based on how I'd react to meeting my own. Thanks for the review.

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Chapter (Omake) 3: Wake up and smell the trash

My insides have never felt this out of order. I opened my eyes and looked into the bright blue sky, with birds flying high over head. I shot up in a sitting position and looked around. No fire, no screaming, no hell! Giratina actually brought me back to life! Thing is... she could of dropped me somewhere better.

I was sitting in a pile of junk and garbadge, surrounded by hundreds of other massive heaps of trash. In the distants I saw a black plume of smoke raising from ground with a horn somewhere honking. Stray Rattatas and flies where here and there. It must have been raining the night before because puddles of mud and water where everywhere.

I was in a dump. Great.

I shut my eyes and shook my head. "Well, at least I'm alive." I said quietly to myself before rubbing my face. Wait... What the fuck is wrong with my hand? I opened my eyes and looked at my hand before I felt my jaw lower.

My own trademark silver fur was missing without a trace, leaving pale yellow skin. My fingers had blunt claws at the end and a silver line running along them. I looked down at my body to notice two things. 1: I was a different pokémorph completely. 2: I was as naked as a newborn. Wouldn't I actually count as a newborn? Meh.

I saw that my fur wasn't missing from just my arms and hands, but my entire body and replaced with the same pale yellow skin. Cream skin? No... Arceus, I need to work on my voc... V word.

My underbelly was black with shocking blue strips running side to side. My feet seemed the same with only being larger. In fact, I think my whole body has gotten a bit larger with more muscles. Along my ribs were three large silver half circles... what's that color..? The same one on my claws that aren't silver, but close... Fuck it, moving on.

My short and fluffy tail was shipped out and a long, serpent-like tail trailed behind me, at the near end having black and blues strips with three small silver spikes in between.

I hopped off the junk and landed on my feet in front of a puddle of water that looked clean enough to act as a mirror. I peeked over and wasn't very surprised to see my face was different. My jaws and mouth were hidden behind large silver... guards? Pincers...? Mask...? Chalk this up as another I dunno. On the top of my forehead was an oval shape silver bone, that sprouted two small curved silver horns. My underbelly, excluding the stripes, had continued up to my stop around my bright blue eyes. My collar of fur was now three smaller versions of the rings on my sides.

I opened my mouth to see the mask open up as well. I closed my mouth to see it close right back up. Ha, I want to see someone stick a di-

"What the fuck are you?!" My thoughts were interrupted by a man yelling behind me. I turned to see a white male wearing an oversized black hoodie in blue jeans, a chain strapped onto the side, and black boots. His hood was down, revealing his bald head and pale face. He pointed a handgun at me. "Y-you're some kind of... fucked up morph, aren't ya?" He asked, from the tone and look he had, I could tell he wasn't a fan of pokémorphs.

I held my hands up, signaling that other then my claws, I was without weapon. "Listen, guy, I-"

"I didn't fucking say you could talk!" He shouted at me, his grip on the gun getting tighter. "Now, what the fuck is an abomination like you doing in my landfill?" He questioned me and took a few steps forward, in which I stepped back.

"I don't know." I gave my honest answer. "I just woke up here, naked and not even knowing what I am anymore." I don't like this situation. I didn't just come back from hell only to be sent back.

"Don't fucking lie you piece of shit! All of you freaks need to die, bloody and painfully." He said as he advanced.

I dropped my arms and glared at him. "You know, maybe I should just shut you up." I took a step forward. "Righ-"

BANG!

The berriel of his gun was smoking and I felt a small sting of pain in my shoulder. I grisped my shoulder, my clawed digits touching something wet. I held my hand to my face to see an almost black shade of blood. I looked back at the man to see his gun shaking in his hand.

"I-I missed..." With that said, the man threw his gun at me and bolted. I dodged the handgun and sprinted after him, a growl rumbling in my throat.

I was faster then the human and soon was a mare foot out of reach. The man looked behind me with fear in his eyes. I just wanted to stab the bastard in the face. First he insults me, then tries to shoot me? He isn't getting away.

I felt something burst from my back, and as quick as I could react, one found its way into the back of man's throat. The man stopped and reached up as if in an attempt to remove the tendril, only to have another enter his skull. He hung limp with his arms soon after falling to his side.

I could feel it... The blood and everything. I moved my supposed new limbs out of the human's face, allowing him to fall face down. I moved the tendrils in front of me to see a total of three on my left and right. They were all a solid black with pointy blue tips.

"Just what did Giratina do to me...?" I felt a light breeze blow by me, causing me to shiver and remember that I had no fur or clothes. I looked back to the body of the man I killed to see a bluish-green orb float out of him and upwards.

Curious, I made a grab for the sphere and successfully held it in my hand.

Until I crashed it.

The orb dissappeared and a bluish-green glow radiated off of me. I was suddenly hit with a wave of memories that weren't mine.

They all seemed to be of someone's life, from birth to death. I saw another person's birthday, his grewing up, his abusive parents, his failed friendships and relationships, him being bullied by both morphs and humans and his crappy appartment. I was a number of reflections to guess it was, of course, the man who laid dead on the ground under me.

What the hell kind of ridiculous bullshit did I guess see? I rubbed my eyes. Wait... Did I just say ridiculous? I didn't even know that word's meaning... though I do now. Whatever just happened, I'm not sure how I should feel about.

The breeze reminded yet again I was naked. I finally looked at the downed man's corpse and decided on the only thing I could think of. Plus, I doubt he'll need clothes where he's going...

End of Omake

Crap description of a shiny Giratina, so sue me. Read and review, see you next class students.

P.s.: Points to those of who know where I got the name Dante from.

Live, Love, Learn. Light's out.