CHAPTER TEN
"Hello, hello, welcome back to the show. You know, from time to time, we like to do little contests to perk all of you, my dear listeners, right up. I know how boring it can be, folks. Wake up, send the kids off to school, 9-5 job, all the usual humdrum." Eevee said, lifting his microphone up slightly, walking back and forth in front of his desk as White, Pikachu and Lucario stood nearby, eagerly waiting. "So here's a little something to spice up your life. I've got with me a list of random names selected from the Census. I'll be picking one name from that list every day. They'll get a chance to come right here to Saffron City, all expenses paid, to win an amazing mystery prize!"
Mew, tuning in on her own radio at the Legendary HQ, blinked a few times. "Oooooh!" She cooed, clapping her paws together. "Hey, Mewtwo! Quick, quick, come listen!"
"Can it not wait? I was reading "A Treatise on Government"..." Mewtwo murmured, floating into the room as Mew turned up the volume on the radio.
"Would my assistant be so kind as to tell me who today's lucky winner is?" Eevee's voice rang out over the radio.
Wait. His voice. There was a new, more chipper tone to it. Something was in it that had not been there before. Mewtwo frowned slightly. What was-
"Hai. It is...Pidgeot of Celadon City, who lives in apartment B-21."
Mewtwo's eyes widened. That voice. He recognized it anywhere.
"Mew, I'm heading off to Saffron City." Mewtwo announced as he quickly made for the door. "Inform the other Legendaries that I shall not be able to make the meeting tonight. I've got to catch a-"
"Hold on, big guy, not so fast." Mew insisted, shaking a paw in the air, whisking towards Mewtwo and dragging him back. "You can't go! Tonight's "that" night, remember?"
"But-but-I-I...I've...I need to..." Mewtwo stuttered.
Oh no. Oh NO. Not tonight. Anytime but tonight...
"Oh, you know you'll enjoy it, you always do." Mew laughed, whacking him on the shoulder. "Now come on. Let's get going." She said, tugging him through a doorway as Mewtwo nervously gulped.
Meanwhile, a large, bird-like Pokémon held one wing to her pinkish beak, grinning broadly. "Oh my-I...I can't believe...oh, HEEEELLLLLZ YEAAAH!" She cheered, jumping up and down. "Who dah man? I dah man!" She called out, the orange and yellow feathers on her head-crest bouncing up and down. She took off the sunglasses she had, showing off the black markings around her eyes, looking herself over in the mirror.
"Hmm." She mumbled, looking over her dark tan underbelly. "I need to lose a couple pounds..." She thought out loud. "...ah, whatever. They don't like it, they can kiss my big, fat, black butt." She smacked it loudly, the loud "WHACK" noise ringing through the air, bringing a delighted smile to her face.
There came a knock at the door and she opened it up...White standing before her, grinning broadly.
"Hello. I'm here to take you to Saffron City."
A human?
"What...the..."
Her next word was unsuitable for print.
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...meanwhile, the Space Pirates that had been holding Samus, Nick and Snizzi hostage had just found out the hard way that they did NOT handle the cold very well. Every single one of them was now submerged in an thick sheen of ice, enormous icicles jutting up from the ground, the entire room frosted over, everything now 100 degrees colder.
"It's so-so-so-so c-c-c-cold..." Nick stuttered, shivering madly, clutching himself, his teeth chattering madly.
"Well next time, THINK before you open your mouth to sing, Mr. Grey." Samus said, shaking her head, grateful that her helmet kept her smug smile from being seen...and grateful that her suit auto-regulated her temperature.
"Wh-why are-aren't you fuh-fuh-fuh-freezing?" Nick groaned at Snizzi as he staggered out the door past a frozen-alive Kraid, who a tongue sticking out...stuck to the icicle he was trapped inside. Ridley, standing nearby, his legs frozen and his arms frosted over, was trying not to laugh at the ridiculous sight around him as Dark Samus also stood frozen, still trapped in her chair.
"There's an entire hell devoted to Traitors that's colder than a freezer in the middle of a playground in a Minnesota Winter." Snizzi said calmly. "...also, it's the gloves. They're really nice gloves." He added, holding up his gloved hands. "Here, feel." He said, putting one hand on Nick's cheek. "Feeeeeel."
"...yeah, th-they're...really w-warm...you can stop feeling my face now..." Nick murmured.
"You feel BEAUTIFUL." Snizzi whispered.
"Whuh-what?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Let's get going!" Snizzi commented cheerily as they exited the room, heading through an enormous hall...with an even more enormous pit located in the middle. A tremendously large cannon of some kind hung over their heads. At one point it had been used to drill through the ground to find valuable minerals, but now it-
Wait. It was ACTIVE. It had been booted up and flashing blue lights lined up and down the futuristic drill cannon, as unmistakable, horrifying laughter filled the air. They whipped around, seeing Dark Samus standing there, lowering her hand from a control panel hidden in one of her arms.
"Don't get me wrong, you've been a nuisance, but now it ends. I suppose the saying is quite true. If you want something done right, you do it yourself." She commented coldly, holding up her clawed fist and clenching it.
Samus took up a fighting position as Nick and Snizzi turned their heads to look at each other. It was then that Nick noticed that somebody was sitting atop of one of the large cables that were connecting the cannon to the wall...a very large power cable. And it was not just ANYBODY somebody.
"KIRBY!" Nick gasped as Kirby, holding his still-copied-from-Samus buster arm up, brought it down hard, causing the power cable to spark and disconnect. He went tumbling down towards Dark Samus, firing off a round of plasma shots at her, making her jump backwards. He landed by Samus, bouncing back to his feet as he turned to her.
"I think we can take her." He told her.
Samus nodded, holding up her buster arm and saluting. The two turned to face Dark Samus, who held up a hand. Dark, pulsing blue light erupted from her hand, followed by a harsh torrent of Dark Phazon which rushed forth to envelop the two. Kirby and Samus quickly dove off in different directions as Nick and Snizzi ran around to the other end of the pit.
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... some time before the "ice incident", Link had finally made his way to a spaceship and Erin began to instruct him of what he needed to do. Understandably, he found the controls...odd.
"This is...hmm." Link frowned slightly, looking down at the millions of blinking lights and buttons. Which one of them was he supposed to use?
"Erin!" Alex's voice called out. "I do not mean to rush you, but...GET OFF MY HEAD-hurry up!"
"Right, sorry, sorry." Erin apologized over the intercom. "Okay, Link. Look for the thing that looks like it's a circle."
"A...circle?" Link asked, scanning over the control console, sitting in the plushy black leather captain's chair.
"Yes. A circle. A circle placed within what looks like a big red slab. To me, it'll look like a cupholder. Do you know what a cupholder is?"
"...eh?"
"Look for the red slab with a circle cut out of it." Erin decided.
Link noticed a small red slab partially sticking out of one part of the panel, pulling it out. Sure enough, there was a circle space in the middle of it. "Found it." He informed Erin, the earbud vibrating slightly in his ear.
"Good. Grip it firmly. That's your central control. Now you just need to place a control mechanism...something that looks like a glowy stick thingy with a red dot at the end. You stick that into the circle, it should do the rest." Erin went on.
"How?"
"It'll synchronize with your thoughts and move the ship the way you want it to move."
Link looked around the cabin, frowning. No, there was no "glowy stick thingy"...
Wait.
He stood up, looking back at the seat he'd sat down in.
"...I kind of...broke it." He said nervously. "I sat on it."
"...oh fuddy-duddy." Erin mumbled.
"Wait. What if..." Link murmured. "You said this thing would "synchronize" with my thoughts...think as I do...I HAVE something that thinks as I do..."
He held his hand up, the Triforce glowing brightly, and he grabbed ahold of the steering slab. The Triforce began to violently hum, and suddenly a golden light washed over the entire console as a sudden, surprising change came over it. Now there was a large pedestal clearly visible in the center, and Link quickly deposited his sword within it, gripping the handle tightly.
At the moment he thought of the ship leaving the docking bay, it soared out into the expanses of space, and he broadly smiled. Just what he'd been hoping for.
"I'm out of the dock." He told Erin. "I'm...I'm going through space." He whispered, looking around at the passing stars. It was all so serene, so...so peaceful and sacrosanct. "...I used to dream about one day seeing the stars up close." He murmured, reaching out with his gloved hand, brushing against the screen.
So close. It was like he could reach out and pull them into his hand...
And so beautiful...
"I don't mean to rain on your parade, but we're kind of in the middle of fighting for our lives here." Erin apologized. "Have the ship engage the Hyperdrive and head to the coordinates I read out to you..."
Alex took up a fighting position, facing down a particularly large-looking Space Pirate, who held up two wicked-looking plasma scimitars that were jutting out from a region above his wrist.
"Prepare to meet your end, human! I've hunted your kind before...and I'll be gnawing on your bones tonight!" It crowed proudly, banging the scimitars together, drawing a shower of energy sparks.
Alex smiled. "Ooooh, sparkly!" he said as his face split into a grin. Electricity began to wind around his arms.
"I hope for your sake those aren't for show." He told the pirate, rushing forward at him, the two of them grappling for a moment, the pirate sneering angrily, shoving Alex back a few feet before Alex shoved HIM back a few feet.
"We...ergh...seem...evenly...matched..." The space pirate muttered hatefully, as if it physically hurt him to admit that he wasn't winning. And in a way, it kind of WAS.
"And God forbid the fact my immortality is no longer present..." Alex mumbled to himself, forcing the pirate around in a circle, now HE was standing where the pirate had been.
"What was-"
BUDDA-POW!
Erin lowered the very large pipe she'd ripped out of the wall and panted, wiping her brow. "PHEW. Link, how do you HOLD those swords of yours? I'm just using a pipe, they're friggin' heavy!"
The space pirate gurgled slightly, lying flat on his face on the ground below, still slightly conscious.
Alex allowed the lightning to recede from him. "Nice shot beautiful." he said, giving her a thumbs up.
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...meanwhile, Samus and Kirby were circling around Dark Samus, as the sinister doppelganger launched wave after wave of Dark Phazon at them. It was turning into a fairly predictable pattern, luckily. She would fire upon them, they would double jump up into the air, or in Kirby's case, puff himself up several times, and then rush forward, coming a little bit closer.
It wasn't long before they were within arm's reach of Dark Samus, the two of them quickly striking out at her. Her clawed hands grappled with their buster arms as they growled and grunted, trying to force Dark Samus to her knees.
"Pests." She muttered, tossing them backwards, her clawed fingers twitching as she struck down into the ground, an enormous, pulsing shockwave of Dark Phazon energy rising up around her body, threatening to impale her two foes.
"Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!" Kirby laughed gleefully, jumping away, backflipping to safety and smirking, HIS facemask not covering his mouth as he held up his buster and fired off a rapid series of plasma blasts.
Dark Samus was suddenly in his face, pinning him to the ground as she held up one hand, a disgusting, foul-looking mouth opening up upon the palm, a serpentine tongue swaying back and forth as she sneered behind her visor. "Pucker up, buttercup." She whispered darkly.
There was a loud roar and Dark Samus was suddenly blown off of Kirby as Samus, her "inferior" copy, lowered her buster arm as it smoked visibly from it's barrel. "Remember Kirby, when you're not firing, always charge your buster." She informed him.
"Hmm. Thank you for reminding me!" Dark Samus whispered coldly, her voice like black ice as she rose into the air, brightly shining with foul light as powerful shockwaves slowly rippled out from her body, a circular dome of energy surrounding her form. She held up her clawed hands, the energy slowly beginning to form into an enormous circular point at the top of her palms.
"Stop her, quick!" Samus called out, firing off her plasma buster as Kirby did the same, unloading his buster at Dark Samus. But it didn't seem to be enough. Dark Samus tossed the enormous circular ball of energy at them and they didn't dodge fast enough...the two of them were launched backwards through the air.
"Uggggghhh...somebody please...please get the license plate of the truck that hit me..." Kirby moaned, his copied ability fading away as Samus slowly staggered back to her feet, Dark Samus hovering towards them.
"It's a good attempt, really. But you didn't stand a chance." Dark Samus said calmly as she hovered over the pit towards them. "It's actually a testament to my power how I'm able to speak to you-"
"How do I operate this thing?" Link asked Erin...or rather, was ABOUT to ask. "...nevermind. No time. By the Goddesses, let this WORK!" He prayed, tugging down on the biggest, most fancy-looking lever he could find, a string of lights lighting up by the control panel he was standing at, looking out the window as the digger cannon roared to life, letting out a groaning hum, making Dark Samus look up.
Though they couldn't see the look on her face, Samus could imagine a look of horror spreading across Dark Samus's face, a look that was no doubt quickly changed to one of indescribable pain as pulsing orange/yellow energy slammed hard into Dark Samus from the cannon far above, driving her down into the pit. She faded down into the inky blackness below, screaming and howling in pain as Samus and Kirby waited...waited...
No sound of her hitting the bottom. She'd be falling for a long...long...time.
"Perhaps there is something to be said for the power of prayer?" Nick mused as he quickly ran towards Link, hugging him tightly as Snizzi nodded in approval. "You WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL person you! You're absolutely amazing!"
"Oh, really, it wasn't anything." Link insisted nervously, a visible blush on his face. "It was just the luck of the Goddesses smiling upon me...though I greatly appreciate your kind words."
"Well, Dark Samus may be gone, but I am not satisfied with that. I'm not taking any chances." Snizzi insisted as Samus and Kirby made their way up to where they were. "We're still going to blow this whole planet to Kingdom Come. I don't want to just walk away and declare this a victory until the only thing left of this planet is SCRAPS."
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... "Here, here." Mew laughed, tugging Mewtwo into the darkened rom.
"Really, there's no need for-" Mewtwo nervously insisted.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY!" All of the Legendaries shouted happily, the lights of the room flooding on to reveal each of the Legendaries had been hiding in the little grotto room. The waterfall was gently trickling what appeared to be WINE now, and there was an enormous table loaded to the brim with various finely-wrapped presents...okay, not ALL were finely wrapped, but it was the thought that counts.
In addition to the wine, there was a circular table with several bowls of different kinds of snacks and the like, most noticeably...little hotdog weenies. Mewtwo had a place in his heart for little cocktail weenies. He tried to recomopose himself, taking one in his paws and putting it in his mouth, pulling out the tiny little birthday-cake-ended toothpick out as he slowly chewed, the other Legendaries all smiling at him.
"You always put up such a struggle. Why are you so ashamed about getting old?" Jirachu laughed, twirling around on his butt as he sat on the far end of the circular table near what was obviously a birthday cake...shaped like Mewtwo's head.
If Mewtwo was a "chibi". His eyes were too big and starry, his features exaggerated...
Ah, but it was the thought that counts. Lugia took a carving knife and held it up above the cake. "Would you like us to serve the cake now, or later?"
"Er...whichever makes you all comfortable." Mewtwo decided.
No matter how many times it happened, he always felt so strange about celebrating his birthday. It had been about 72 years since he'd been made, but it wasn't growing old that bothered him. It was...this. The balloons tied to the chairs. The streamers overhead. The wine he now tasted as he took a cup and scooped it out from the waterfall. The cake that was soon to be served.
It was...the sociality. He always felt so uncomfortable around others, even when they were celebrating HIM. And it bothered him. He should be happy, he KNEW he should be happy about things like this, and yet...
Why was he not happy?
It wasn't bad. It really wasn't, he thought to himself as Mew handed him a slice of cake that was almost as big as her fraternal grin. It just didn't have that "special" feel it ought to have had. Something was missing.
But what?
As the party went on, Mewtwo moved out onto the natural balcony at the far end of a hallway that was connected to the grotto, folding his arms and looking up into the night sky.
What was missing? What?
Was he still being bothered about those prisoners escaping? About Pikachu assisting Eevee?
That was odd. Why would Pikachu assist that radio host? They didn't-
...didn't know...didn't know each-didn't...
He sat inside of his room, calmly examining the tome he had within his paws, slowly turning the pages one at a time. There were few things more enjoyable than being able to relax at home with a good book.
He wondered what his old friends were up to. They'd gotten requests, naturally, but those days were behind him. No, he was retired now. Just him and his memories. This was all he needed.
Though, he thought, it would be good to call them up again. See what they were up to.
He took off his reading glasses, stretching slightly, letting out a long yawn as his arms and legs fully stretched out as he flopped onto the floor to stretch like the cat he was. Nervously blushing at this momentary lapse, he placed his copy of "The Leviathan" on top of a copy of "The Prince". He was still trying to find a political philosophy that he found satisfactory.
Moving to the cellphone by his bed, he picked it up, dialing as best he could. It was slightly annoying how small the buttons were in comparison to his fairly large balled paws, but he'd paid 200 dollars for this phone and he was going to USE it, damn it all.
It was then that he felt something. Something prickling at the back of his head. He frowned, putting the cell phone down. Somebody was at the front door. Why had he not sensed them approaching sooner? How odd...
He opened up the door, eyes widening. Pikachu? Eevee? What in-
Wait, who was that-
"YOU. But...but how? Nobody should be able to-"
"Your kind. You're so...anthrocentric. You think because of your abilities nobody's better than you. Well... an ant with the best of intentions is still an ant. And it doesn't matter how harshly it bites, either..."
Mewtwo's eyes slowly widened, his pupils turning into pinpricks. His mouth opened slowly, then closed to a horrified, silent "no" as his hands were raised to cover his mouth, a shuddering terror filling him.
No, no, no, no, NO...
It...no, this couldn't be fake. This couldn't...
He...he was...
"Mewtwo? Are you okay?" Mew's voice called out from the end of the hallway. "You look cold."
Mewtwo summoned up all of his courage and tried to squelch his indescribable terror. "I'm just getting some air, I'll be right back in momentarily."
"Okaaaay!" Mew called back, heading back to the party as Mewtwo bowed his head, tightly gripping the railing of the balcony, gripping so tightly his paws almost crumpled the railing into pieces.
It wasn't possible. It shouldn't have happened. Not to him. He'd always been...
But the evidence was something he could not ignore.
He had been living a lie. All of this...a monstrous falsehood.
"Can this even be altered?" He thought to himself. "The bomb has already gone off. This is more like containing the damage than cutting through the red wire...and...and aren't I happy here? Can I not just go on living like this?"
It's dishonest.
"It's practical."
You'd never be able to live with yourself.
"I was living fairly well until I found this knowledge lurking in my-"
Ignorance is bliss.
"But perhaps, just this once, being ignorant may be preferable to being informed..."
You don't believe that.
And it was true. He knew it wasn't logical to believe in something he knew to be untrue.
...but it would be nice to pretend...wouldn't it?
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... "It's all loaded up." Snizzi said cheerily, putting the finishing touches upon the explosive charges, stepping back. "We've got enough here to blow three of these planets to smithereens!" The imp informed them all, tail swishing back and forth happily like a cat that was being scratched in just the right place.
"But what about the other Space Pirates?" Kirby inquired. "They're all stuck in that ice still."
"Ah, it probably melted by now." Samus said dismissively. "Come on, Nick said he was going to meet us at the ship with Link, they should have gotten it ready by now." She commented, heading out the door of the room they were in, Snizzi following after, a nervous Kirby following him.
In reality, Link was standing in the center of the icy room, Nick standing near him. Holding up his palm above his head, he concentrated, calling on the innate power lying dormant in the Triforce. Remember...remember...
"Din's Fire!" He called out, slamming his palm into the ground, crouching down as Nick followed suit. A moment later a rushing, dome-shaped wall of flame roared up around him, swiftly spreading across the room, melting the ice away, the Space Pirates dusting themselves off, looking at Link and Nick in confusion, Kraid muttering angrily under his breath as Ridley simply stared, his face unreadable.
"Why." One of the pirate asked.
"Thank HIM for this." Link said, pointing at Nick. "It twas his suggestion."
"I can't leave you to die with this planet. I'm giving you a chance to leave. Go away. Stop hurting people. Find something better to do with your lives. Or we'll track you down and do this all over again...and that time...I won't be there to talk someone out of leaving you to rot." Nick told them softly.
Ridley turned to them. "Move. We're out of here." He barked out, the Space Pirates trailing quickly out of the door, Kraid following behind them as Ridley turned to Nick. "You have dishonored me by doing this...accepting the mercy of an enemy."
"I don't care, as long as you get to live." Nick said. "In doing this, I'm upholding MY honor, Ridley. You can respect that, can't you?"
Ridley gave Nick a wry, dark smile. "Well...I'll be seeing you, then..."Captain"." He spoke softly, leaving the room as Link and Nick headed out, exiting through another doorway, heading back up to the front entrance of the cave.
"...Nick..." Link spoke solemnly. "I hope you don't regret doing what you suggested we do. I truly do not."
"Do you think we should have done something else?" Nick asked.
"No, no, I shall not judge. Not so long ago, I called you a "monster" simply because you were different in appearance and culture from me...because of prophecy. Yet I must learn to open my mind and my heart if I am to be a hero worthy of the Triforce."
"I admit it, Link, I was...kind of...scared." Nick said softly as they finally reached the entrance of the cave, a wind ruffling through their hair. "I was worried that they were going to attack. But I guess it seems silly...I mean, I could probably just magic them away with a song..."
"Things that seem silly at first can be of real alarm in different situations." Link told him sympathetically. "Once, when I was younger and out in the forest, I went fishing in a canoe upon a pond. My father had told me I should never stand within the canoe, for I would fall into the water. I'd laughed at that, saying it would never happen. I said it was silly to imagine something such as that. Yet one day..."
Suddenly Link's voice became...quieter. A nervous lok passed over his face. "If I were to pick a moment in time...that moment when I tipped over...and water, instead of air, flooded through my lungs...that would be the most frightening." He whispered.
"...I'm sorry." Nick said. "I didn't know."
"My mother saved me, ironically. She had followed me there. Since then I was always much more careful." Link added as they approached the ship. "Do not worry. Being afraid is nothing to be shamed for. To be without fear is not to have courage. To be afraid, yet to face what you fear with a keen mind and a noble heart...THAT is having courage."
"...I like talking with you." Nick admitted. "I don't get to do this as often as I'd like."
"You're most welcome."
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...it wasn't long before they had all arrived back at the Galactic Federation, with a large pile of tied-up, incarcerated Space Pirates deposited nearby, Erin and Alex standing proudly in salute as Snizzi nodded firmly, several dozen LOYAL troops moving the traitors and the spies off to jail. Leading them to his office, Snizzi clasped his hands together, rubbing them eagerly.
"I am very, very proud of all of you! You've done a great service to the Galactic Federation. And, true to my word, you'll have access to the portal technology you want. And, for you, Alex...a full pardon." Snizzi said, nodding at the brown-haired Briton. "If you could step forward?" He asked, motioning for Alex to move forward.
And so Alex did!... but not before leaving two large molten spots on the metal floorwork, courtesy of his pyrokinesis.
"Yes, oh small and mighty one?" Alex inquired with a small smile.
"Heh. Show-off. You remind me of my sweetie." Erin giggled as Snizzi held up a stack of papers with his official seal upon it.
"These papers grant you a full pardon. But I need you to sign your name in blood right here." Snizzi said, using his tail to point at a spot near the bottom.
Alex calmly slit one finger upon the end of the bladed tail, signing his name upon the document. A moment later, the letters all glowed brightly, a blend of orange and blue and red before finally the entire sheet of papers rolled up like a traditional scroll, and Snizzi caught it in the palm of his hand.
"Remember when I said that all I had to do was fill out a form to gain control over the Galactic Federation? Well it helps that I moved my "territory" to here." He explained. "I've got total control over the Headquarters and all that goes on in here...at least, in regards to the building and the nonliving things."
"Territory?" Samus inquired, seeming confused.
"There are beings of great, great power in this universe." Snizzi said softly. "And they were chosen to act as...stewards, of a sort. They have power over their "territory", they are capable of controlling reality to an extent within a certain realm. The Goddesses, for example. Their "territory" can be seen in Hyrule, most visibly in the places where they currently reside."
"No wonder they could introduce all of those things to the different races." Nick murmured.
"And I? I was given this power because I'm just a charming individual..." Snizzi remarked. "I mean, who could say "no" to this face?" He told them, giving them a "Bambi" look with big Doe eyes.
"...just...lead us to the laboratory." Samus mumbled.
Soon, they were stationed in front of an enormous, circular device that had a dimensional control console attached to it, hovering in the air slightly, propelled by anti-gravity lifts. A group of scientists added the final touches to the controls as Snizzi nodded firmly at them. "Where will you be going? We'll need a "dimensional frequency" to hone in on. A path for you to follow that'll lead you to a specific location."
"We need to track down White. He's in the world of Pokémon." Nick announced. "Though I'm not sure what the dimensional frequency would be...wait." He snapped his fingers. "What if I had something FROM that dimension? Would you be able to glean the frequency from here?"
"Of course! There would be traces of the dimension where it came from lingering on what you'd show us." A scientist insisted as Nick reached into his backpack, pulling out what appeared to be a psychological journal filled with entries on various Pokémon. Scanning it over with what looked like a large magnifying glass of some kind, the scientist then nodded firmly, turning to his fellow brainiacs. "Input the coordinates M-1-SS-1-N-6-0." He informed them.
The machine roared to life shortly after, a shimmering, glittering veil of light separating them...from an entirely different realm of existence.
"Be careful." Snizzi informed them all. "Especially you, Nick." He told his best beloved.
The others headed through the veil...
And found themselves immediately surrounded on all sides by a very, very angry tribe of Smeargle.
"Ha-HA! I knew it! Big Chief Black Sachem has big heap wisdom indeed! He's caught MORE humans seeking to steal our hunting grounds!"
"...aw, dang." Nick moaned.