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The moment you've all been waiting for! The Champion battle! Whoooo's it gonna be? If you're surprised, then I'll count this story as a success!


Imposter's breathing was steady as the elevator carried it into the Identity Chamber.

The air was tense and silent, save for the Ditto's footsteps. The walls were painted a deep silver, foreboding yet beautiful. The room itself was shaped like a circle, a stained glass pattern decorating most of the floor. Transparent navy blue curtains fell from the ceiling, reaching all the way to the raised section of floor surrounding the center.

Imposter tilted its cap up, heart thumping. Back turned to it and Froakie, the Champion was standing mere yards away.

Imposter squinted. It may have just been the light in the room, but the person in question... did not look like Diantha.

A raspy sigh escaped him; he did not sound like Diantha either. "Honestly, again?" he asked, an air of annoyance in his voice. "You really have to give this up, Ser-"

He turned around from his left to face the challenger, and both trainers' hearts stopped.

The Champion's face scrunched into disgust. "What."

Imposter froze, and it seemed Froakie was in shock too. The trainer standing in front of them was none other than the very boy Imposter had been impersonating the entire time.

"What are you doing here?" Calem snapped. "Is this some kind of joke?"

He looked about. "This isn't the place for you," he insisted. "This place is for trainers only. How'd you even get the door to open?"

No, no; he was misunderstanding. Imposter was a trainer. It clutched Limber's Ultra Ball tight in its left hand. It wanted to explain, but no words would be understood.

Calem's eyes narrowed. "Is that a Poké Ball? What are you doing with..." He trailed off. "No... no, no, please tell me Mom didn't really-"

But there Imposter was, Ball in hand. "...Wow. She really did."

He shook his head, arms folded. "I can't believe this. Have you been going around Kalos like that this whole time?"

Like what? It was almost an exact copy of him, bar the clothing, and that was only a recent change.

"I mean, if you're going to do all this assuming the character of me, at least try to get the look correct. You've got my hair all wrong! And I'm taller than that! You look - sixteen or something, you silly Pokémon."

Imposter shrunk a bit. Now that it had the chance to study him, he was right; his hair was now in a medium perm, and he stood at least a few inches taller than it. And, like Imposter, he had changed his outfit: his old blue and white zipped jacket was replaced by a navy blue and orange one, his jeans traded for vinyl black slacks. Gone were the sunglasses perched upon his old red outdoors cap, where instead a naked black one topped his head.

Froakie spoke up. "So, uh - you mind telling me how you two know each other? Imposter, have you been Transforming into him this whole time?"

Imposter nodded slowly, then swallowed. "He's Grace's son," it said. "The picture on my Trainer Card is of him."

"Grace has a son!?" Froakie whisper-yelled. "And he's the Champion?"

Imposter's hand was covering its mouth in shock. "We knew he was on a journey, but I never knew he'd made it this far... That explains why he's never home..."

"So what," Calem went on. "What are you doing here? You want to battle me? Hah, who am I kidding, that's ridiculous! This is all a joke, right?"

Imposter inhaled, looking him in the eyes, fists clenched. Yes, a battle was what it came here for. That was the only way out.

"Oh, looks like you're serious," Calem realized. He sighed again. "Well, I'm a fair man. You want to duel? Once you get through my Elite Four, let's have a match. You and me."

His face lifted when a ringing started coming from his back pocket. "Uh, excuse me, have to take this..." he said, taking out his Holo Caster and turning around for privacy. "Yes? Siebold! How are ya?—Awful, what do you mean by that?—Oh, I'm sure you weren't that badly destroyed.—Oh yeah, by who?—Well, I hope it was a challenger, who else is allowed in here?—Coming for me next. Hah. Well, tell them to wait up, I'm dealing with something right now. Was it that girl again?"

Calem straightened at whatever Siebold said next. Imposter and Froakie exchanged glances.

"What do you mean, the Ditto trainer? No one actually battles with them except my mom.—You must be kidding me. In that case, it's standing right here, you know.—Siebold, get a grip! I can see I'm in no danger here. We'll talk about this later.—Yes, goodbye."

Calem turned around, shoved his Holo Caster into his pocket, and rolled his eyes. Moisture, presumably perspiration, caused his face to glisten just barely in the multi-colored light streaming into the room. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. So not only have you already defeated the Elite Four, but you gave them a run for their money, eh?"

He smirked. "Alright, fine. Obviously you've worked pretty hard to get here, and I'd be a coward not to take a challenge. But just so you know, I've also trained super hard to get to where I am. It took three years, but I finally beat my old rival and became Champion of Kalos, just like I always wanted. Now challengers are pouring in every day to try to take the title from me, and I've beaten all of them so far. No doubt you'll be one of the easier ones, huh?"

Imposter's eyes narrowed. He would learn otherwise, or at least, the Ditto would try its hardest.

"Alright, guess we're doing it, then, and Ditto?"

Imposter looked up.

"Don't you dare go easy on me!"

Calem flashed a Poké Ball between his fingers, grinning like he already knew just how he was going to win.

You are challenged by Champion Calem!

Imposter was smiling too.

The trainers sent their Pokémon. Calem led with a Meowstic, while Imposter sent in its first Ditto. The final battle started.

"My word," Calem spat. "Using your own kind to fight your battles - let me guess, Mom gave you the Pokémon, too?"

Imposter nodded with steely eyes. Ditto was finished Transforming before Calem even had a chance to give an order.

Imposter knew from its battles with Serena that when dealing with Meowstic, it needed to use Fake Out first, or it would not work. But this Meowstic was different: while hers was sleeker and mainly white, this one was scruffy and dominantly blue. Distracted by the difference in body, Imposter failed to react before Calem, and Meowstic moved first.

He sprinted up to Ditto, and in a split second, shoved his paws forward in the Normal-Type attack.

Ditto flinched, but quickly got back into it. As if reading Imposter's mind, it unfurled its ears. Gathering spectral energy in front of it, all it needed was the order from its trainer to attack.

"Shadow Ball, Ditto."

Calem's face lifted in shock when his first Pokémon flew back, easily defeated by the supereffective move. "Hey, y-you were supposed to go first. Meowstic, what's going on with you today?"

Meowstic's unfocused eyes opened briefly, before he closed them again and let his head loll to the side.

Calem 'tsk'-ed. "Okay, I can see it's serious. Return."

He took the Poké Ball out, called Meowstic back, and stole a glance at his challenger.

"That was a fluke, you know," he insisted. "If Meowstic had moved faster, we could have wiped you out easily."

Imposter knew it all too well, but it also knew that the chances of a Transformed Ditto moving faster than its subject were an even one in two, barring influences from items or stat changes. Those were good enough odds for it.

Calem reached back, then chucked the Ball of his next partner halfway across the battlefield. "Hey, Ditto," he taunted. "Remember this?"

The Pokémon that emerged from the Ball was one Imposter recognized quickly as the one Shauna had started her journey with - Delphox. In the back of its mind it remembered already knowing of Fennekin when she chose her, due to having met Calem's.

Whom it would have to defeat shortly.

"That's right: my starter! This Delphox was the first Pokémon other than Ditto to probably even step foot in my house. He was the one who taught me all there was to battling with your own moves, your own style. Neither of us need anyone else's power to make us strong!"

Imposter smirked. "If that was an insult," it noted offhandedly, "it went right over my head."

Calem shook his head. "Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it," he decided. "I have to smack you down quick before my other challengers arrive. Delphox? You know what to do."

The Fire-Type - significantly larger than Shauna's, Imposter noted - withdrew a burning stick and waved it about like a wand. In front of him, energy of the same essence as the Shadow Ball Ditto was preparing congealed into a small orb of ghostly power.

Imposter was expecting to have to time its order precisely again, as it had with Malva's Chandelure and Wulfric's Beartic. Yet Calem took a different approach, letting Delphox fire off the move as soon as it was ready.

Imposter's eyes widened, its unpreparedness for the attack showing. Froakie winced a little as the Shadow Ball came hurtling towards Imposter's battler.

Calem's Delphox was too strong for the Ditto, and it was thrown back so far Imposter likely could have caught it, if it was coordinated enough. It grimaced and called the Pokémon back. Number two, in.

Ditto was almost done Transforming into Delphox when Calem smirked a bit, then smugly raised a Ball. Wordlessly, he called his Delphox back.

Imposter and the Ditto, the latter still finishing off the change in form, watched in curious horror as the Champion sent in something else.

The Pokémon in question was one Imposter had recently discovered when spectating Shauna's Gym battle with Grant: he was a Tyrantrum, the evolved form of Tyrunt. Again, this one seemed larger than the Gym Leader's.

Calem laughed. "Hah. Weren't expecting that, were you? Now you have to figure out what to do using Delphox against this guy. Sure, you could switch and make it Tyrantrum-on-Tyrantrum, if you think you can take the hit. Either way, you aren't in a great spot, eh?"

A bead of perspiration rolled down Imposter's forehead, sticking to its hair. "D-Ditto, if you can find an opening..."

Calem's chest heaved nonchalantly. "Head Smash, Tyrantrum."

The colossal Dragon-Type bent down, skull almost visibly thickening. He began charging for Ditto.

"Go-Go now!" Imposter commanded. "Grass Knot!"

The rampaging Tyrantrum was moving too fast to stop. This was Ditto's chance: when he got close enough, it ducked swiftly and slid to his feet, shooting vines from beneath its wrists and grabbing hold, pulling them taut.

Tyrantrum was just feet away from Imposter when he crashed into the ground. With his momentum and Ditto's acquired Special Attack, there was no getting up again for him.

Calem was in shock. "Buh - guh - f-fine! I should have known he wouldn't be fast enough. And, wait, I have you in the back here. Silly me, forgetting all about you... I'm usually better than that..."

He shrugged and sent in a Pokémon he addressed as Pangoro. "That's right!" he declared, "This one's a lot better suited for the likes of my Delphox. Ready? Crunch it up."

The multicolored light from the stained-glass windows glinted off the Dark-Type's shades - Black Glasses, Imposter realized upon closer inspection. It was not eager to take a supereffective Crunch from this foe, and it guessed Ditto felt the same way.

"Well, don't just stand there; Fire Blast him!" it shouted in a rush. Ditto found its own burning wand-stick, brandished it expertly in a familiar pattern, and sent the attack Pangoro's way.

The opponent looked held off by the hit, but not destroyed. Imposter's stomach lurched when, clutching his burnt pelt in discomfort, Pangoro brought himself to his feet and clamped his jaws around Ditto's arm.

It writhed in shock, attempting to fling him off, with no luck. Finally, Ditto stopped moving, its eyes closed, and it dropped down in defeat.

Calem's eyes widened with a proudly surprised air about them. "Even with the burn, huh?" he observed. "Nice! Wasn't really expecting it, but hey, maybe I should have been. Good job, buddy."

Pangoro's heavy breathing made it seem like he could care less what Calem had to say, but apparently his trainer knew better. Calem nodded, clearly very into the battle now. "Yep, you're good, just keep breathing."

Imposter held the next Poké Ball in its hands. It was beginning to see Calem's strategy. It would have to adapt to it in order to win - but if not adapting, what were Ditto even for?

It threw in the next one, who Transformed on the spot. "Now, Ditto, Hammer Arm," it instructed the moment it noticed its friend had working ears.

It began sprinting towards Calem's Pangoro, who stood in wait for a second too long - if Calem had called an attack any sooner, it would have been Ditto knocked out first.

Calem called Pangoro back and gritted his teeth. "Yeah, I can handle this. Sure sure," he decided, arms crossed. "We both have three left. It's still my game."

He formed a determined fist, then reached into his pocket and sent in his fourth Pokémon.

Imposter recognized the beautiful green fur immediately. Calem was using a Gogoat. For some reason, the Ditto thought it should feel proud.

Both trainers knew neither Pokémon was fast, but one still had to be faster; in the end, it was Calem's that moved first.

"Aerial Ace, Gogoat!" he instructed, and Imposter attempted to defend its own battler.

"Get out of the way. Watch for his horns!" it called, but there was no dodging an expert's Aerial Ace. However, despite being supereffective, the move hardly phased Ditto. "Great! Now, Hammer Arm."

Calem's face seemed to fall as he realized the battle was not yet won. Ditto, still in close range to its opponent, drew a fist up and brought it down hard on the foe. "Gogoat, y'okay? You got some energy left?"

Gogoat shook himself as if to get water out of his fur. "Plenty," he said, his voice deeper than Imposter expected.

"Okay, good. Leech 'im."

Leech? Imposter looked on in equal parts fascination and horror as vines from Gogoat's pelt reached around Ditto and squeezed, visibly sucking bits of life force from it.

Imposter tensed. It was not looking forward to losing yet.

"Ditto, H-Hammer Arm again. Try your best..."

Despite being held back by the Leech Seed, Ditto wriggled out enough to land another blow to the opponent. Slowly the vines started retracting, and Imposter realized Gogoat was down.

Calem looked on in concern. "Hey, hey, no need to get so rough," he hurriedly said. "It's fine. I'm going to stop messing around and deal with you quickly, now, so don't do anything crazy."

Was that - worry in the Champion's voice? He only had a couple of Pokémon left to fight with, but then, so did Imposter. They were almost evenly-matched, but he seemed more distraught than the Ditto felt. It decided to take this as a good sign and keep on battling.

Calem bit his tongue and sighed. "Okay, I know you're really supposed to save this for the end and all," he started, fingering a Ball, "but I'm the Champion here, and I make the rules. This is what it makes sense to do, so here we go!" He whirled the Ball onto the field. "Go on, Blastoise! I know you can do it!"

Out of the Poké Ball came a creature that was large and clearly defensive, but otherwise not intimidating for a Pokémon. That was, not until Calem raised his left arm into the air.

Only at that point did Imposter notice the Mega Ring adorning his wrist.

It and Ditto were now the ones watching in fear as the opponent underwent the same form change that made trainers like Serena and Lysandre so powerful. This Mega Blastoise was the most synchronized with his trainer out of all the Mega Pokémon it had battled.

It swallowed.

"D-Ditto, if you can... One more Hammer Arm, for me?"

But Imposter should have known better than to ask so nicely and forgo the urgency the situation required. Calem smirked as he gave the next order, as if knowing he had nothing to fear.

"Aura Sphere."

From the large cannon on Blastoise's back a ball of light formed and was forcefully released. Poor Ditto was unconscious even before the move threw it against the back wall.

Tears welled up in Imposter's eyes. Not only had it just watched its friend take the supereffective move in such close range, but it was now much less likely to win. Two Ditto left.

They were neck-and-neck, but Imposter felt awful about its chances now that it had to defeat this mighty Mega. But losing now would be so terrible - it would have to start over from the beginning, facing all the Elite Four members again. Even it did not feel lucky enough to pull off four more consecutive victories.

It was frozen in place; it knew that it had to call Ditto back and send forth a new one, but it had to think first. It needed motivation. What was it fighting for? In the back of its mind it knew it was only doing this because someone else said it might be a good idea. But it had something to prove, too. Lysandre, Chesnaught, Zoroark, and now Calem himself had each shown disgust for its dreams and actions, treating it like Trubbish for wanting to be a human. That was it: it would have to prove them all wrong, that Pokémon could be trainers too, if they so choose. That was what Imposter was fighting for.

If not that, then just to save itself from dealing with Froakie's teasing if it lost.

With its next throw, two Mega Blastoise were now ready to throw the other down. Imposter did not even blink. "Ditto, use Aura Sphere."

"Blastoise, Dark Pulse!"

Two balls of energy pummeled through the air towards each other, each flying en route to the Pokémon across from that which launched it. They crashed in the air, slightly blowing the trainers' clothes back.

It was the Aura Sphere that burst through the Dark Pulse, hurtling into Blastoise with the force of a Rhydon. Calem's Pokémon stepped back. He was recovering very well, much to Imposter's dismay.

Calem smirked. "Is that all you got?" he taunted. "Funny, here I was being worried when all I had to do was send out this guy."

The Dark Pulse coming Ditto's way was almost completely out of the blue, and avoiding it was impossible. Ditto survived well, although it faltered a bit.

"Okay, just breathe," Imposter chanted. "We still have this. Ditto, Dragon Pulse."

Of course, Calem thought the same. Ditto was knocked out first.

Imposter hung its head. Fine; it still had Limber left. There was still hope.

"You're in charge, Limber! Transform!"

Limber, whom Imposter felt rocking in excitement within its Ultra Ball the whole time, took in the situation. Champion battle. This was its time to shine.

Limber turned back toward Imposter and nodded in understanding!

With a toothy grin, Imposter watched as it rapidly set to work. Calem looked out of it.

"Waitasecond, does - that one not have the Imposter ability? What the heck?"

Imposter shrugged. He should know his mother trained all sorts of different Ditto.

"So you're going to try finishing me off... with one Limber Ditto?"

Imposter nodded. "Yes," it insisted, not to the opponent but to its friend. It could use all the confidence it could get.

Calem giggled a little. "F-Fine by me," he chuckled. "Boy, what a silly Pokémon you are, you know that? Are you sure all this isn't still a joke? Just... give it a Water Pulse, Blastoise."

What Calem was not counting on was that by the time his Pokémon's attack reached his challenger's final Ditto, the Normal-Type had already fully Transformed.

It's not very effective...

"What?" Calem wondered aloud, "What was that? A Ditto, faster than my Blastoise? It's not holding an item or anything - how did that happen?"

Imposter did not feel like trying to answer this question. Instead it felt like commanding one of the coolest-looking moves it had ever seen.

"Limber! Aura Sphere!"

Mega Blastoise knelt in defeat at the hit. He stumbled to the stained glass ground.

Calem stood in shock. "No, no, this can't be happening," he panicked. "You're getting much, much too close for comfort there, Ditto, and I don't like it anymore!

"Now, Blastoise, come back, come on back..." His sweat was visible at this point. His words were mostly muffled by the thumping in Imposter's chest.

Calem sighed. "One more, huh? Go, Delphox."

When the Fire-Type landed, Calem's face twisted into a grin. "Hey now, listen," he started. "I know it looks like you've got a pretty good advantage over me, Type-wise. But I'm the Champion of Kalos!"

His arms were spread wide, showing off his size and stature. "And I'm ready for anything! The bond between Delphox and I is stronger than any Pokémon move... but this one will be getting pretty close to it."

He crossed his arms. "Delphox. Grass Knot!"

Imposter's gut dropped.

Limber's face distorted in fear.

Delphox sneered victoriously as it rushed in, vines already emerging from his wrists.

"Limber," Imposter whispered. "Try to do what you can, but even if we lose here... You know how strong you are."

Delphox slid to Limber's feet, vines shooting forwards with stunning velocity.

"Stronger than them. I know it," Imposter added meekly, pulling down the brim of its cap. As optimistic as it was being outwardly for Limber's sake, it knew that it could not remain standing after this final hit.

Thud.

That was it.

Limber had hit the ground, and Delphox was standing nearby, snarking it up. Tears returned to Imposter's closed eyes. The defeat itself was not as disappointing as the confidence Limber must have just lost, after it had only gained it back so recently.

Imposter ran its fingers along Limber's Ball. It slowly brought the contraption up, ready to call it back, when it head its voice again.

"No... No, I'm not going to be the reason you lose this..."

Imposter looked up in confusion and surprise, stunned by Limber's words. It was going to keep trying? But there was no way the move had not knocked it out...

Limber toughed it out to show its best side to Imposter!

Calem's face was incredulous. "Survived with one HP!?" he observed, "That's total garbage! How is that fair?"

Delphox just stopped his snickering and began walking backwards cautiously.

Limber ignored them. "We have one shot at this," it voiced in nearly-silent mussitation. "What move? You're the trainer, Imposter: you tell me."

Imposter stuttered, its face red. "Th-That's right! I am the trainer!" It threw its head back, relieved. "I am the trainer! Au-"

It stopped itself. As much as it wanted to defeat the Champion using a move like Aura Sphere, a thought tickled the back of its mind. Delphox was a Psychic-Type. He would resist Aura Sphere.

But he was also a Fire-Type; he would not appreciate a Water Pulse.

That was right! Imposter always considered itself bad with Type matchups, but in this situation, it seemed its memory pulled through.

"Okay, Limber! Water Pulse!"

The battling Ditto bit hard, then launched many gallons of water forward from its three huge cannons.

The room was frozen for a moment.

...

Delphox fainted!

Imposter's eyes doubled in size.

It threw its arms up. "Whooo! Limber, you did it! We beat Calem! Our Calem! Champion of Kalos! Look at us!"

It was wrapped around the enormous turtle, crying into its shell. Through the natural armor, it could hear Limber's heart beating just as hard and fast as its own was. It no longer had to worry - now its heart was beating in excitement, rather than fear. It felt amazing. Even Froakie was cheering loudly, speaking faster than it thought he could about how proud he was.

Meanwhile, Calem knelt over his fallen starter. Wordlessly, he retrieved Delphox's Ball and returned him.

Politely, he waited until the Ditto were done celebrating and acknowledged him first. Only then did he speak. "I guess that makes you the Champion, now," he said quietly, gently. He chuckled, then slowly stood up to meet his image's gaze.

"It was all my fault for underestimating you," he explained. "But a Ditto - who would have guessed a Ditto would ever make it this far? Only one of my mom's could do it, that's for sure."

He breathed deeply, then his voice took on a certain edge. "Now, this is me trying to be a gracious loser," he pointed out. "Outwardly I'm congratulating you on becoming Kalos's next Champion, but inside... it's ripping me up that my reign was cut so short by the very species of Pokémon I went on an adventure in order to get away from."

Imposter looked him curiously in the eye, not understanding his words.

Calem sighed heavily. "But enough about me. You wouldn't care either way. So I'll just say... you've made it pretty dang far, for a Pokémon."

He stepped up to the Ditto. "Now, come with me... I was hoping I wouldn't have to come back to this place so soon, but I have no choice."

Imposter looked on in wonder as Calem stepped onto the elevator that took it to this place. As if cautiously, it arose and strutted over to the platform, Limber and Froakie in tow.

"Er, this is kind of awkward," Calem said with skirmish, "Can-Can you please call that Ditto back? It's weirding me out looking like that. You understand, right?"

Of course; it looked just like his Mega Blastoise. Imposter glanced at its friend, who was still out of breath and hanging on by a thread.

"Limber... you can deform now, if you want," it suggested. Limber looked happy to.

Imposter carefully bent down and scooped it up, creating an acceptable base with its arms. It turned back to Calem with an expectant smile.

"Uh, sure, I guess that works too," he acquiesced. "Let's just get this over with."

He tapped his foot twice on the glass, and suddenly the whole elevator started rising. Far above in the ceiling, a hole was opening up, large enough to fit the circular stage.

It was a tense trip up, with Calem hardly uttering a word. Even Imposter could tell he was downtrodden about something - the loss, probably. That must have been it.

When the elevator finally slowed to a stop, the trainers were in a room completely different: the lighting was much dimmer, the ceiling lower, and the space smaller in general. But even the attic of Kalos's Pokémon League was dressed in shiny, polished metals in which Imposter could see its face.

"This is the Hall of Fame," Calem moaned monotonously, as if reciting lines he repeated daily. "Here is where League Champions are recorded for all eternity... or at least five weeks." He had mumbled the last part, just barely audible.

So - was there something Imposter had to do? It felt unprepared for making an accomplishment such as this.

"What are you waiting for?" Calem asked impatiently. "Put your Balls in the machine. Get this over with..."

Okay; Imposter could do that. In front of the two was a large device with six Poké Ball-sized indentations in it. Imposter stepped up, plopped Limber onto a flat part of the machine (causing Calem to wince a bit), and dug around for the Balls of its teammates.

There were five; it made sure specifically to put Limber's on last. But there was still one empty space, making the Ditto feel uncomfortable.

It knew a solution. It returned to its bag - there it was, nestled right in its special mesh pocket. Imposter placed the Premier Ball in the final slot. That looked much better. That looked like a real team.

Calem looked at it sideways. "You only used five Ditto in our battle," he observed apathetically. "What's with the sixth Ball?"

Imposter looked at the capsule, then to Calem. The look in its eyes must have said it all.

"Oh. That's... yours, isn't it?"

Imposter nodded. It reached over and hoisted Limber back into its arms, to watch the six Balls glow rhythmically. Somehow it felt its heart bleating in tune with it - it felt weird, but only lasted a few seconds.

It turned to Calem. The defeated Champion was looking down in disappointment and shame, but was clearly containing most of his feelings. Finally he spoke.

"That confirms it. You're the Champion, now," he lamented. "And I'm the first one to ever lose that title to a Pokémon... much less a purple jelly blob playing dress-up."

That was right. The Champion! That was its title now: Champion Imposter. It found the thought very amusing indeed. Serena would be proud... or greatly upset... or both.

But, looking to its left, it found one of its Ditto instincts going off: its subject was hurting, and it began to feel sorry for him. But the battle was over - Calem should have moved on by now. He even lost so incredibly closely that there should have been no chance of a confidence problem, so Imposter knew not how to handle it.

Yet his face was filled with such sullen disappointment that it had to do something. It liked Calem, after all. Who would not? Especially after he let it borrow his body for so long. Seeing him sad made something cold tingle in its breast, an uncomfortable sensation, so it decided it had to do something.

So it poked him. Why? That was all it thought to do.

"H-Hey, don't touch-" he darted sideways, then shuffled back. "Whatever. Let's just get out of here."

He turned around and didn't stop until he was back on the elevator. Imposter glanced down to Limber, then sideways to Froakie, and followed suit.

And that is how a Pokémon became the Champion of Kalos.

~End of Part Nine~


Imposter Fact of the Day: (Spoilers for S/M, but it's been out for long enough that you probably already know it) So, in Sun and Moon, the player - as Champion - has their own Champion battle music. And it's a slightly altered version of the iconic Pokémon title screen theme for all the games. Which makes me think that every time a player is the Champion themselves, the title screen music for that game, or a slightly altered version of it, is their Champion theme - so in this case, Calem's is the opening theme from X/Y. Much more fitting for him than Diantha's, anyway.


So there we have it! Mind blown yet? I really hope I pulled this off right, my goodness... Anyway, just a heads-up, there is one more chapter in this story, and it probably won't be out next week. There's a few things I want to do when it comes out, and at the moment I'm unable to have them ready. The week after that should be fine, though.

Well, that's all, folks! See ya, and have a fantastic day!