I think we're getting near the end. Are we? You tell me.
Ty's POV
I groaned as I woke up, the sun coming through the blinds and hitting my eyes.
I immediately remembered what had happened last night, moving up to check Morgan and Tia.
They were snuggled around me; Tia had a small pool of drool around her face, while Morgan was tightly holding onto me.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" I groaned out, stretching my arms. Morgan's ear moved, showing that she was waking up.
"I'm up, I'm up… Where's the eggs?" She asked, rubber her eyes. I got out of the bed, Morgan still holding onto me.
"I'm gonna go make them, if you don't mind." I said, moving to go out the door. Morgan still held on.
"Don't mind me, I'll be *yawn* here," She said, still holding on. I rolled my eyes, going downstairs with Morgan half asleep and clinging to my body.
When I got down to the kitchen, I saw Skills and Flamer having a conversation. Neither looked too happy.
"-So you're telling me that she was my original wife?" Flamer asked, as if repeating a question. Skills sighed, nodding his head.
"Still don't know where they came from… Maybe the researchers triggered some kind of allergic reaction…" Skills trailed off, twirling his thumbs around each other.
"I still have a hard time believing this… We're some kind of *static*?" Flamer asked, as if nothing was wrong. Skills cringed.
"Yeah… You kinda are… and could you not say that around me? It comes out as static…" Skills said. I decided to jump into the conversation.
"Yo, what's up?" I said, walking over to them. Skills almost jumped on top of the fridge, while Flamer looked to me with a tired expression.
"Hey, Watcher, how you doing?" Flamer asked, rubbing his face with a hand. I paused for a second. No one had called me that in a long time. Why did it feel familiar?
"Uh, I was just coming in here to discuss what happened last night with Skills. That and cook some food." I explained, rubbing the back of my head. Morgan held up a hand and tiredly waved.
"Oh, that," Skills cringed, looking to me and Flamer. Flamer sighed, looking to Skills with a disappointed glare. I looked at him quizzically.
"It'd be best explained once you're done with the trees," Skills said, trying to dodge the question. I wasn't impressed.
"Come on man, it's too damn early in the morning for this…Stop keeping all these secrets, and for once, come clean with me…" I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. Morgan got off my back and started walking to the fridge.
"That's the thing; I can't. If I tell you now, lots of bad things will happen." Skills said, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"Like what?" I asked. Skills sighed.
"Uh, oh boy…" Skills started, laughing nervously. I slumped.
"Lemme' guess; you can talk about them but you don't want to think about them or think their really harsh." I said, rubbing my hand through my hair.
"Pretty much. One could be us dying, but that's a maybe." Skills explained, chuckling nervously. I sighed.
"Fine, keep your damned secrets. I'll find out soon enough, anyways." I groaned, moving to the kitchen.
"Are you going to explain them to him?" Flamer asked as I turned away.
"I don't know how to explain it to myself first. Gotta find out how they got out anyways." Skills said, going out the door.
I sighed, turning to Morgan, who was leaning down in front of the fridge looking for something. She seemed to notice me.
"Eggs or milk?" She asked. I heard Tia groan as she came down the stairs, knowing what that joke meant.
"This isn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last." I muttered, going for one of the pans under the sink.
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"Why'd the room suddenly grow really freaking dark?" Blaze asked, looking up from his giant pile of cash that some thug had just put on his dest. The thug shrugged.
"I dunno, boss-man. But if your gonna need the help from the Crash Gang, you'd betta' pay up all this cash," the thug said, eyeing the cash on Blazes desk. Blaze scoffed.
"No way, I'm not paying your little group. I'm demanding cash so you can help me." Blaze retorted. The thug got a little angry.
"Look, that's not how the deal works! I works for you, get the payment, then book it! Not, I works for you, I pays for it, then leave penniless!" the thug yelled, pointing at Blaze. Blaze didn't flinch.
"When we're done, you'll be glad you paid me." Blaze said calmly, looking past the thug. The thug picked Blaze up by the collar.
"I've about had it with you stuck-up pokemorphs thinkin' that the rest of us is weak. Either you pay us for our services, or there ain't no services at all!" The thug yelled; spit flying into Blaze's face. Blaze smiled a bit. The thug was confused for a moment.
"You're all the same." Mundo said from behind the thug. The thug turned around to see a large, almost indescribable pile of ooze and impossibility.
"What the hell is that thing?!" the thug yelled, falling back on the desk, having let go of Blaze. Blaze straightened his suit.
"A friend of mine who wishes to destroy this world. You either are with him, or not. So choose." Blaze said coldly. The thug looked from Mundo to Blaze and back to Mundo. Something was stirring in his heart, something cold. With a bright flash of light, the thug was replaced with an Umbreon morph with Ty's usual clothes, but no scars.
"No. I'm not about to have some world I care about become destroyed for no reason. Sorry, Blaze, but it's about time we ended this." Ty-9 said, looking Blaze in the eye.
"I-but-How?! You're not supposed to know about me yet!" Blaze cried. Mundo scoffed.
"This one isn't Ty Prime, like the one in this world. No, this is Ty-9. One that never met Morgan or Cassandra!" Mundo bellowed, moving towards Ty-9. It was then that the lights that were out suddenly turned red.
"Alert, virus detected, removing virus now." A robotic voice, similar to Skills, said. With a small flash of red light, Mundo was 'deleted' from the reality.
"Sorry man, but we can't have you here. It's about time for Ty-Prime to wake up." Ty-9 said as Mundo was 'deleted' from existence.
"You'll never be rid of me," Mundo cried. Ty-9 shook his head.
"But from here, yeah, we will." Ty-9 said as the last of Mundo was 'deleted'.
Blaze stood there with his mouth ajar, the thug once standing before him now replaced with a version of Ty that survived the Ty-War. Ty-9 looked at Blaze with a surprised look.
"Considering the last time, I'm surprised you aren't in a mecha suit trying to kill me." Ty-9 said. Blaze shook himself out of his shock to address the question.
"Well, a lot of things have changed from the original illusion; for one, this one is more realistic and not jumbled together last-minute, like the original. Secondly, it's taking more time, and has more experience. Lastly, it wasn't really initiated by Ty, but it is being kept up by him." Blaze explained. Ty-9 stroked his chin.
"So, who started it?" Ty-9 asked. Blaze shook his head.
"I believe you already know." Blaze said, sitting down.
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Ty's POV (Prime!)
I opened my eyes to see Tia on my chest, Morgan nowhere to be seen. I yawned and looked around.
And then Skills slammed open the door.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe there're here, it's been so long and I…" Skills rambled off, running up the stairs. I blinked my eyes a bit before looking at Tia's face. She was waking up.
"What was Skills talking about? I didn't catch all of it." Tia said, getting off of me. I shrugged as I sat up.
"I dunno, I wasn't able to catch it all either." I responded. Storm then walked through the door, with what looked to be Phalanx. I shot up right and so did Tia.
"Phalanx! What are you doing here?!" I yelled. Phalanx put up his hands in defense.
"Here to do something that needed to be done." Phalanx said cryptically. Storm groaned.
"Ty, Tia, we don't have time for this. We just got a lead on a black tree! It's in the reverse world." Storm said, going downstairs. I blinked in surprise.
"Wait, it's in the reverse world? How are we going to get there?" I asked. Flamer came into the room next; a Charmeleon morph and an Umbreon morph that looked scarily like me also coming from upstairs.
"Got some colleagues that are here to help with that," Flamer said, motioning to the Charmeleon morph.
"I've got a special vehicle that will allow us to fold the space time gap between our world and that one. We just need to get on it." Blaze said, motioning outside. I held up my hand.
"How many of us can it carry?" I asked. Blaze scoffed.
"Twelve people. Some others will still be here." Blaze said with confidence. I sighed.
"Looks like this is gonna be a long ride." I said with a grin.
Nobody laughed at my pun.