Hello again, surprisingly I got no complaints about my last chapter dragging things on a bit so I'm happy about that. Also every legendary after gen 4 (expect for Victini) won't count and we'll pretend don't exist, the Deoxys don't count either (and some others that I've excluded). One thing I'll point out is that if Dean doesn't know the name of the legendary he will sort of give a general description of it, sort of like he did with Dialga in the last chapter.

Also I made a list of the legendaries that will be good/bad towards dean. It was hard to make due to me putting too many "good" ones in, I might put the list up on my profile page so you can see what legendaries currently roam the halls, anything that isn't in there I probably won't talk about.

Edit: Updated chapter

Enjoy.


They both stopped as they walked in, the room deathly silent. Dialga looked at Dean and made a head motion saying "follow me" and she started to make her way towards the right side of Arceus. Being one of the creation god Pokémon gave her exceptional status, although now it seemed to have sunk. Dean surveyed his surroundings; most of the champions were simply shocked and didn't look like they had a taste for his blood, while most of the legendaries looked like he was an abomination. There were a few notable exceptions being mew, the giant ice bird and one of the other creations Pokémon that sat on the left hand side of Arceus, hopefully there were more but at the moment he was more or less looking out for 'stray' attacks. It also didn't help that he looked like someone who would stab you and then ask question rather than talk it out.

As they got to their spot they both turned around to face the rest of the circular hall, when they did the biggest verbal shitstorm Dean had ever head started up. Most of the champions probably didn't care, but he could tell a few were getting in on the action as well; probably some of the more 'devote' followers. The loudest of the entire room, more than half the noise level, was a fire bird; it was quite literally screaming profanities at both Dean and Dialga. He used this time to figure out who was out to get him and who wasn't, it looked like it was actually split down the middle but some might not be bothered at the moment so he just used that information as a general starter point, it was better than expected.

After what seemed like 2 minutes or so Dean guessed that Arceus had either gotten bored or annoyed by this immature display of verbal abuse. He knew this when she stomped her foot and very loudly yelled out the word quiet. Needless to say the whole room obliged, for about a second before the flaming bird walked into the middle.

"Why on earth are you protecting Dialga Arceus? Everyone here knows that you are not allowed a," she stopped and looked at Dean, who was picking his nose, "male champion. It has been social custom to have female champions ever since that incident." This grabbed Deans attention, did a past male go on a killing spree or something of the likes? He'll have to investigate later when the hall wasn't inspecting him.

Dialga stepped forward, her weight shaking the ground, "Ah yes Moltres but it is a custom, or did you just forget to acknowledge that fact? Did Arceus or anyone else for that matter ever state that it was against rule to have a male champion?" The look on Moltres face gave the answer away fairly quickly. Her face had been scrunched up and then coved in a look of disgust, she wanted to say it was but she knew what Dialga said was true and so backed off, on her.

"Still," Moltres said through gritted teeth, choosing her words carefully, "that does not excuse you for bringing this filth into our halls. I and my champion will enjoy getting rid of it and I'm sure some others will love to help me." The smile on her face was evil, pure evil but Dean just stood there picking his nose, that was until Dialga looked like she was about to pounce on the bird.

He sighed and poked one of Dialga's legs, getting her angry attention. He made a couple gestures, hinted towards that he wanted to speak. She angrily backed away and Dean walked forward.

He walked about 3 or so metres in front of Dialga and waited until he had everyone's attention, it wasn't hard when it was already focused on him, "Hello all and greetings," He was formal but his words sounded like venom, "my name is Dean," He glared at Moltres, "that means this filthy thing has a name and it would greatly pleasure me if you were to call me that. Is that Understood?" The shape of the hall amplified his voice; everyone could hear the venom, even if it wasn't directed at them.

He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, then starting a casual stroll around the hall. "Now let's get down to business shall we? First off what you call me does not bother me, unlike most of you I went to school and was bullied tremendously, this means whatever you have to say which you consider mean, I've probably heard before. Second to those who won't insult me the second they look at me," his tone softened a bit, "feel free to talk to me about anything you desire and lastly." He stopped in front of Moltres who was practically fuming; he could even see steam coming out of her ears. "Don't talk about killing me when I'm right fucking over there, Milady." The way he said the last word to Moltres could have corroded steel.

Moltres now with enough anger to fuel a volcano silently charged up an extremely powerful flamethrower attack as Dean started to walk away. "Then die now for all I care, YOU WORTHLESS MUTT." And as she finished that she let loose one of the most powerful flamethrowers ever witnessed.


Dean had turned around from Moltres, quite smug at what he had said and still a tab bit angry, but when she started shouting and a loud hissing noise filled his ears he knew something was wrong. Time stood still for Dean, literally, everything went a shade of blue and he could walk around the meeting area while everyone remained as motionless as a statue, even Dialga. It was weird to say in the least and his brain was currently in overdrive for some reason. He thought about the possibilities and came up with a few, either he was doing this and had somehow linked with Dialga or Dialga had done it but forgot herself in the process, he'll need to ask later.

He went back and surveyed the situation, currently the flame was only a few centimetres from where his head used to be, not good and probably meant his death if this didn't happen. One thing he did notice now were a blue portal of some kind on the other side of the room, created sometime during his inspection. At the moment he only had one guess of what that portal would do and that was time travel, he was probably going to throw up after this.


The flamethrower hit and an even louder hissing sound was heard, with the entire section of the floor where Dean was a moment ago was reduced to nothing but a smouldering hole in the floor filled with lava. Everyone tried to see in but there was too much smoke for anyone to even get a glimpse into the centre. Everyone was in a shocked silence; even Arceus did not expect someone to do that here. As it cleared though it became clear that there was a sizable hole in the floor, and no Dean. Dialga transformed and rushed over to the hole, her human form being faster than her massive dragon form. She looked over the edge and just saw lava in the hole the heat hurting her face, again no Dean.

Tears started to well up in Dialga's eyes, not even sure what to do anymore, should she kill Moltres for this? It seemed like a pretty good idea.

"Pitiful, could not even withstand an attack." Moltres was enjoying this. Dialga looked up from her hands-on-knees position, the look of she was going to kill in her eyes mixed with tears.

She got up and started to transform, that was until she heard a thumping sound and looked to her left, just in time to see Dean throw up. "Urgh I'm never going to get used to that am I?" Talking to himself was his specialty. He heard the slaps of shoes on the floor and looked over to his left to see Dialga literally spear tackle him to the ground, and she was in her human form.

She held him close with him unsure of what to do, it was a bit like before, she wasn't crying but he could tell she wanted to. He just let her do what she was doing and looked around, he saw some very shocked faces and Moltres face was priceless, he knew it was because she didn't kill him and he was sitting right there in front of him. She was about to say something, stupid no doubt but Arceus shut her up with a juggment attackto the face, and it was super effective, that's got to sting.

"You will not leave this room Moltres until that hole in the floor is fixed, I want it better than before and perfect, we shouldn't even be able to notice that there was a hole there. Do I make myself clear?" She hung her head in defeat and said some things, while Dean made some hand gestures to Arceus saying that he would rather leave, it was granted and he stood up and left with a clingy Dialga, while everyone watched.


They were both back in the medical ward with Dialga robotically checking him over for any injury, even after he insisted he was fine and tried to walk out she just time warped him here. You couldn't really win against her when she wanted something. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he realised he just described Dialga and his Ex in on sentence. His Ex was nice but didn't understand the word no, so he left her for his right hand and has been going strong ever since.

Something Dean had noticed was that there was an abundance of what looked like Pokémorph champions outside the door ogling shirtless Dean and maybe even Dialga who was currently looking at him to see even if he had the smallest of cuts. He didn't understand the ones outside the door, he didn't have much in the way of muscle mass and he didn't find himself partially attractive, but then again he wasn't looking to screw himself. His thoughts led him to ask Dialga a question.

"Erm, how long has it been since they," he gestured toward the door, "have seen a male or even interacted with one, they look at me like I would an alien." Dialga looked at the door and practically all of the onlookers disappeared behind the parts of the door she couldn't see, when she turned back around they got back up and continued staring at him.

"Well Dean, most do see males on T.V. and movies often but they never get to interact with them. Really the only time they talk to men is on missions and they don't partially go on them often, more like every 2 weeks or so is the average." Dean nodded and looked back at the door where he saw what he thought was an Evee morph practically start to drool and then scratch a heart into the glass. He gulped, it was practically a death wish if he went out there, but after a week they'll lose interest, hopefully.

"Well your all done for now, but if you need a medic or someone to patch you up I think most of the champions will know a thing or two, otherwise talk to Shaymin or Mew they know more." She started to make her way out of the room until Dean grabbed her hand.

"And what do I do, where do I sleep, where do I go, FOOD, etc." A devilish smile spread across Dialga's face.

Dean had a good impression of what she was going to say, "No, don't say it." The smile grew even more.

"Well I thought it would be a learning experience that some of the champions show you around the place, get to know their names, maybe even their bedrooms," Deans face deadpanned, he thought he made his position clear, "and to top it off they all volunteered for this, I sent out a notice as we were coming here. As for me I'll talk to you at lunch and dinner times, sometimes breakfast, unless otherwise specified I'm probably somewhere in the flow of time doing stuff. If you need me just contact me. Toddles." With that she let go of Deans hand and walked out the door and said something's to the champions outside and walked away. They all looked at him with renewed vigor, what did Dialga say to them?

Dean scratched the back of his head, the second time today where he was unsure of what to even say or do, he decided with the friendly approach. With one hand still scratching the back of his head the other was out for a handshake and Dean said some simple words of wisdom. "Hey it's nice to meet you all, I'm Dean." His hand was taken and shaken faster than a 13 year old who just discovered porn. He got maybe one name out of the blur that took place, there was about 9 champions in front of him currently, all of them were easily 2 heads or so shorter than him, as was everyone else he assumed. They had all shaken his hand and vomited their names at him and they got nothing done, it was like someone had morphed the fast side of Spanish with English, it was horrifying.

They had all stopped talking now and stood a good 50 or so centimetre back, mouths agape waiting for him to say some more words of wisdom. All he asked for was to be shown around the place and this is what he gets? Apparently Arceus and Dialga do have a humorous side, just not the right kind for him to be ok with. "Ok, I got none of that but I'm sure I'll learn them slowly, I am a slow learner." The other champions looked at the floor in defeat, was this really as bad as they made it out to be? "But since this is my first day I'll need some guides for the hall, does anyone want to help me with that?" He knew the answer to the question and the possible aftermath but he needed to be friendly.

Their faces instantly lit up like the fourth of July and an electric type Pokémorph grabbed his hand and shot electricity through his veins due to the levels of excitement she was currently experiencing. He really hoped this died down quick, he wasn't sure if he could handle more than a week.


Dean was currently in the cafeteria room, the other champions that were showing him around were currently fussing over what food they were going to eat, all of them in one big group while a woman with pink hair and chewing a pack of bubble gum was waiting with a bored expression for them to order. Dean on the other hand was still blinking furiously, while also trying to smooth his hair back to its original form, scruffy and shaggy. His hair was currently wind lashed backward and his eyes were on par with the dryness inside of a hot oven, without the hotness that is.

What had happened was a couple of the champions thought it would be a great idea if they used extreme speed to show the place to him, skipping minor details like halls and peoples room. They did stop at each major place fortunately and explain where they were and what it was, but the damage was now done and Dean looked like he had walked through a wind tunnel while trying to hold an umbrella in front of him.

All the girls practically all at once came back and sat at the long table, most sat on the other side but a few still choose to sit next to him. The evee from before had even tried to get her hand down his pants at one point but a slap on the wrist and a stern look gave her enough information but she still 'pestered' him.

Dean decided his hair was good enough and went up to look at the menu and order some food. "When you're ready honey, just give me a holler and I'll be back in a jiffy, and take your time, the food doesn't take long to cook." She seemed like she had cooked her for way to long, she had not stoped chewing gum the entire time and she gave him a wink and a cheeky smile as she walked off.

It was hard to focus on the menu as she walked away but Dean tore his prying eyes off her and stared at the menu, he still couldn't believe this was all free to. There were the normal things on dinner menus like burgers, milkshakes and even a Milktank thick shake, those rivalled concrete but man, and did they taste good. A few things caught his eye, a couple of delicacies and easily his favourite food. On the menu was smoked salmon, an entire smoked salmon with garlic salt and some herbs, he was already drooling at this.

He hollered for the woman and told her his order, a whole smoked salmon, a medium French fries and a medium Milktank thick shake. She looked at him in disbelief, "You can't be serious about that, the salmon is family size, your one person and you're ordering one with all that? Where are you going to put it anyway?" Maybe he was someone who competes in food eating or something?

He chuckled a good chuckle, he always could eat large amounts of food, but since he was up until recently living off the streets he hasn't had a good buffet in over 2 or so years now. "Well I'll give it a good shot and if I don't eat it then I'll pack it away for dinner or breakfast or something, I lost my watch somewhere along this "tour" and I need to find it. Anyways I'll find a way." She chuckled herself and wrote down the order, if he ate all this, even if it was just the whole salmon she would be impressed.


Dean did not feel well, he had done it but at the price of movability and some of his pride. The other champions had looked on in wonder and some in disgust. No-one had said anything and they simply admired what he could do in 1 hour, granted he was groaning and he couldn't move fast but he did still do it.

Dean grinned, he had another wild card up his sleeve, in about 20 minutes he'll be fine, although no rigorous activates can be done he can move around with ease in 20. Unfortunately he couldn't show off again as one of the psychic champions had teleported him to the main hallway of the sleeping quarters, she herself looked bummed and tired and she simply pointed to the end door before walking to what he assumed was her room. There was also a clock which said 10pm, how long had they been touring for anyway? Didn't matter now so Dean walked over to his door and giggled at the door number, "He he 69, of course I got this room."

He reached for the handle and turned and noticed nothing happened, he did feel a small prick in the palm of his hand and he let go of the handle to find a small amount of blood on his hand and door handle. A small screen popped up on the door and showed his basic information, height, gender and other assorted goods. Dean, now curious of the door twisted the handle again and this time it opened, he guessed it was sort of like a finger print scanner but more painful.

He walked in and noticed a timetable on a desk, he also felt as if he was being watched, although in an apartment thing this size they could be hiding anywhere. "Hello Dean and welcome to your apartment, would you like to have a tour or would you like something else." Some sort of holographic woman appeared from the ceiling asking him these questions. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the woman before him now, mainly because she wasn't wearing any clothes, completely stark naked. She looked like a barbie doll really, just the outlines.

"Erm, where are your clothes?" It took a lot of willpower to stare at her eyes, too much and it started to hurt his head.

The hologram looked herself over, "Does this not please you? My database suggested that the one thing any male likes is female nudity, so I thought this was most comfortable for you." Well it was honest and innocent at the least.

"No it's just um..." The ceiling suddenly became a whole lot more interesting, "well you don't walk around naked in my books unless you really like someone, so much so that you'll want to have sex with them. Since I doubt that was your intention I suggest you put some clothes on. You mean well but let's not get off on the wrong foot and make this harder for me." Even in this state Dean was still cracking bad jokes.

A digital shimmer was heard, "Is this any better Sir?" Dean looked down to see the hologram now wearing one of the most revealing maid costumes ever to grace the earth.

He sighed in defeat, "It'll do for now, but can you just show me where I sleep? I'm hammered."

She bowed giving him a nice view but he quickly adverted his eyes, "Certainly, follow me Sir."

After a bit of walking he found himself in his room, it had a Plasma T.V. at the end of the bed and a bathroom connecting to it. He was breaking something soon that was for sure. He was going to ask his hologram a few more questions tomorrow but until then he just wanted to sleep, he set an alarm for 7am because apparently he had a meeting of some sort after breakfast and he also needed to talk with Dialga. Until then it was lights out.


Edit: After updating this I laugh at past me, why did I take it the way I did? Oh well, the damage is done and now I'm fixing it. Again, sorry to people who were put off my past content.