Commence Chapter 6

POV: Protagonist

The details concerning the events which transpired after the arrival to my house and before my going to sleep were extremely foggy. My only assumption was that I was unable to produce clear memories through the excessive fatigue and abuse my body had sustained on the trip up the mountain. I did not even have a recollection of my dreams; although I do attribute this to my failure to focus while in a dream state.

The next event to register in my memory was me waking up to the sunlight beaming through a window. I looked around my room to see if any of the two guests were sleeping in it. My initial scan revealed that they were not in the room. I attempted to rise from my bed, but soreness attacked every area of my body, pinning me down to the bed. I groaned in slight pain, and pulled the covers back up over my head in an attempt to reenter sleep.

I was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Upon looking over, I saw that it was Mewtwo who had opened the door.

"Good morning," I mumbled out, half asleep.

He stared at me funny and responded, "Good...morning? I fail to see how this morning is superior in quality to any of the other mornings this planet encounters."

I managed to summon more energy, and responded back, "It's a plesantry. According to human culture, saying 'good morning' is a way to greet people."

He came back, "But I am not a person, and my last interaction with people was a very long time ago. I am unfamiliar with your culture and pleasantries."

I responded with, "It'll be your choice on whether or not to learn human cultures, but I also wish to learn about your culture."

"Maybe some other time," he said, "but for now, why do you not rise Jason?"

"The ordeal on the mountain was extremely taxing to my body," I stated, "I am extremely sore all over and will require more rest to recover."

He nodded and then went towards the door, but stopped and said back, "Thank you. I wasn't sure if I would ever leave that hole in the ground." He then left me.

After about thirty minutes, I managed to pick myself up off the bed and on my feet. Standing was a challenge due to the soreness. Frankly put, my legs were a shaky mess. They improved as I walked out the door. As I entered into the main room of the house, I turned and saw Arceus stretched out on the sofa. I could tell that he was sleeping so I tried not to wake him.

Despite my efforts, he did rouse and eventually woke up. He then telepathically said, "This fabric structure is extremely comfortable. I have never encountered anything like it before. It seems to be that this is how you humans compensate for not being able to sleep while floating."

"I'm glad you like it," I said nervously while trying to decide if what he said was a compliment or a joke. "I plan to make breakfast," I continued, "I would like to know; how do you consume nourishment?"

"There are several ways I can do it," Arceus responded, "One way is to place the nutritional material on my skin and it will pass into my body."

"You're talking about diffusion?" I asked.

"If that is what you humans call it," he replied, "then yes. For today though, I will use the other method." I saw a fissure form along his face where a mouth would normally be present. I then expanded along his face horizontally until a mouth was formed, teeth and everything else included. "I still possess enough power to alter by physiology by adjusting slight components," he added.

"I hardly believe that a mouth is a slight component," I stated. I walked over to the kitchen area, and pulled out a box of cereal. Then, I proceeded to my refrigerator and acquired a container of milk. The equation is obvious from here. I took the bowl over to Arceus and presented it to him. "I understand that this is no food for a god, but please accept this."

He looked at me funny and said, "Jason, I've been eating moss and questionable plants at the bottom of a hole for a long time, I think that anything you could prepare would be a step up." He dipped his head into the bowl and nodded after swallowing it. "And one more thing," he added after chewing, "Just because I'm a god doesn't mean that I speak like...what was his name...I think it was Wallace Rattlesword."

I saw him smirk a little when he had uttered the name, and I responded, "Firstly, it was William Shakespeare, and secondly, I saw you smirk. That means you have a sense of humor."

"I am a god," he adamantly, but with a hint or sarcasm, came back with, "I do not waste my capacity on frivilous pursuits such as humor. Now leave me to my breakfast." I did as told and moved to the bathroom. That is where I found Mewtwo observing my toothpaste.

"Some of the ingredients of this chemical mixture are toxic," he told me with a hint of concern, "and yet it has a minty flavor. Is it considered a sign of bravery or courtship to consume this in human society."

"No, it's either out of habit, residency, or stupidity that you swallow it," I replied.

"Residency?" he curiously asked.

"Humans who live in space cannot spit out the toothpaste because the blobs of it would go flying throughout the compartment they were in," I replied. He was still slightly perplexed.

"Are you implying that the laws of reality are different in this place?" he asked.

"I'm implying that there is no gravity," I responded.

He put the canister down and looked at me. "Forgive me," he said, "but I used to be knowledgable in all subjects. I used to be an enlightened pokemon, but the amount of timeI have spent in solitute has caused the knowledge and values I once possessed to degrade."

"I'm sure you'll be able to learn that knowledge again," I reassured him.

He smiled and walked over towards me. When he reached my position, he whispered into my ear, "Do you think Arceus and I are the only pokemon alive?"

I was sort of taken aback by the question and responded with, "I'm sure that there are other pokemon out in the world."

He moved in my ear closer and said, "You are correct, there are two others besides us. Their names are Darkrai and Kyurem. They too were witnesses to the end of pokemon, but they did not emerge as we did. Instead, they focused their energy, or what little of it they had, on the destruction of humanity. They believe that you all are inferiors who need to be exterminated."

"I could understand why they would have harsh feelings towards humanity," I responded, "but I don't understand why they would blame all of us for the actions of a few."

"They are extremely twisted. They bend reality so that it fits their minds," he whispered, "Kyurem would murder you violently, but Darkrai would want you to stick around for his...own purposes."

"What do you mean?" I hastily asked, now intensly curious.

Mewtwo suddenly caught me in a tight embrace and whispered, "I've only known you for a few hours, but you've been the best friend I've ever had. I've never been treated well or appreciated by humans. I do not want anything negative to happen to you for as long as I am with you."

"Mewtwo," I replied, "the town we live in really doesn't care if you're here or not. We aren't going anywhere for right now. Grant it, I have had my fair share of frightful encounters, but I managed to get through them. You and Arceus have been to Hell and back, so what I've been through must have been child's play for you." I looked at him in the eye and said, "Honestly, what is the worst that could happen?"