Cha. 51

Dexter coldly stared at the skinless baby in front of him. The Mirage crumbled beside the two who stood like statues holding up the rest of the barren pieces.

The skinless baby crackled. Eight crimson tentacles extended and lashed at Dexter. Red, blue, and green lights emerged in the air and sliced them into a fog of gore.

Shining behind Dexter's head was a crimson sun. "Regret your decision. I lost my powers in the real world, but I can dream up anything in your defected Mirage."

"I can boost my powers all the way up to Cosmic here." The Porygon smirked slyly. "So let's see what will happen. Will your Mirage fail first because it can't simulate that kind of power, or I break your Mirage once I reach Cosmic?"

The sun became brighter. A beam of red struck out at the skinless baby with ferocity. He had already boosted up to Pluto. The skinless monster roared and pulsed out a wave of black, which evaporated as two crashed.

Dexter's Qi fluttered and boiled. The sun dazzled. A majestic aura of potency radiated in all directions.

He was back to Medieval. "Hahahaha! Tactics are nice, but who cares when you can battle with brute force!"

Another beam, five times the size of the previous lashed out. It soared through the wave of black ooze, unable to even slow the trajectory this time, and slammed onto the baby.

It let out a piercing cry and exploded in midair. However, the Mirage did not break. Black and red smoke wavered out and condensed into a giant skull.

The skull opened its jaw and rushed at Dexter, intended to swallow him whole. The Porygon roared. The sun shone brighter.

His Qi steamed and bubbled. Pre-Medieval. Mid-Medieval. Late-Medieval. Top-Medieval…

ANCIENT! The sun expanded to the illusion of a scarlet dimension that hung behind Dexter. The image of the Reverse World dawned, but the Mirage still held on resiliently, struggling near the brink of destruction but yet still intact.

The skull cried, and its jaws burst under the pressure of the Crimson Sun. The cracks spread to all around, before the entity blew into pieces.

Pre-Ancient. Mid-Ancient. Late-Ancient. Top-Ancient. Dexter's Qi was still on the rise, but the previous surge of excitement and high had died down.

His brow condensed into a knot. A terrible intuition flooded his mind. Something didn't seem right… at all!

The pieces sparked and attached together, this time forming a hand the size of a mountain range that snatched at Dexter, intending to clench him in palm.

Dexter growled. His Qi boiled. FORMATION!

A crimson hand materialized in front of the Porygon and clashed with the dark hand, sending shockwaves through the broken Mirage, so impaled at every side, but still eerily standing.

Dexter stopped raising his level. He stared at the giant hand. He exhaled a deep breath. He knew what was wrong with this entire situation.

There was not a single ghost that could support a Formation in its Mirage, unless it was a Cosmic. But, Cosmics weren't to unleash their power in the Worlds, or else the Universe would intervene.

He had a fragmented guess who this was. If it really was him, then…

Even if he became Cosmic, it would be useless. Hell, even if Giratina was here himself…

The Soul of the Universe was Top-Cosmic, but there was one ghost entity who surpassed him, who could sneak past his detection. Dexter's mouth opened slightly. "You're Lord Gho…"

"Shhh, little sun." The hand transformed into a twisting column of smoke. "Tell me, when did you notice?"

"I had suspicions since the Mirage was handing out unconscious, emotional attacks, and the landscape was wider than anything I've seen." Dexter paused as he realized how foolish he must have looked chanting about his imagined Qi. "But I thought it was a Medieval doing this. I only knew it was you when I upgraded into Formation."

"A little slow, but not too bad." The darkness chuckled. "So, when did you switched sides?"

Dexter fell into silence as his Qi reservoir tanked like a balloon, from Formation back down to Earth. He knew it wouldn't matter anyways. "Giratina banished me down to the Worlds. He doesn't know the existence of The Light."

"That dragon is pitiful. It's time for him to taste betrayal for himself!" The smoke hummed. "I shall give you all my spiritual support when you decide to take your revenge."

Spiritual support… synonym for absolutely nothing…

Dexter coughed. "Why are you here… sir?"

"Well, the damn llama decides to evade responsibility right at the brink of the transition of the Modern Eon with the next eon because he doesn't want to be tangled up in Sequentials, and he left the MEW twins in charge."

"MEW!" The voice emphasized. "Are you kidding me!? I have so much stocks in the Worlds, so if he doesn't take responsibility, I will! I came to test the Chosens that they sent down to regulate the rules."

"I didn't know The Light has usurped the kid from Giratina's wings. I thought he was a Chosen too. Mew's Chosen fared decently, but she has many flaws too, namely being too hands-on. Everything else is pretty amateur too. It wouldn't surprise me if she only stop at pre-Cosmic in a thousand years."

Only… Dexter sweatdropped.

"I would rate her a bare 7 out of 10. I'm sending down my own Guardians to help stabilize this world." The smoke strand said calmly.

Dexter shuddered in surprise and fright. "You can do that!?"

"Of course. Even though they have to start from scratch, my Guardians could reach Formation in a decade or so. The Calamity would come very soon. The other five are doing the same thing."

The Porygon sighed. It was so tiring communicating to these beings. Now he knew what it must be like for Ash to talk to him. "So, if you had seen The Light, can you release us…"

"Hurry not." The smoke sighed. "Why are all of you people so scared of me? It had been like this for so many eons. I'm not that evil… most of the time."

The Porygon spoke not another word. It continued. "Anyways, your master took the opportunity to blackmail me into giving you three compensations, or else he would ruin my name by telling other Five that I attacked a child."

"You know, on second thought, I could just destroy this strand of conscious of his Soul for it not leak out…"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Dexter's back. The smoke laughed. "Jeez, just a joke. Lighten up! I wouldn't want to have to deal with his True Self."

NOT FUNNY! Dexter bellowed internally as he choked up some dried laughter to please the being.

"Anyways… the boy's gift I gave already. He's extremely weak in the psychic field, while extremely strong in Qi. I've encarved in him the Mirage of a simple maze with some moving toys. It could fend off any attacks of the psychic under Medieval. As for using it to attack, that would be for him to discover."

"Also, I returned Giratina's Sickle of Gathering to him, since he is the…" The voice snickered. "Reverse World's 'Ambassador.'"

"I gave Mew's Chosen the Book of Names. It helps with her casting psychic spells. Let her explore the secrets to that Artifact by herself."

"For you and the boy's other Pokémon, I've prepared something else."

Dexter's eyes lit up. This was a gift from a God! "Artifact?"

"Hell no! You don't deserve one." The smoke retorted without the slightest politeness. "Ash's Sickle is the tool of the Reverse World anyways. The Book I 'borrowed' from Arceus three eons ago and 'forgot' to give it back. I'm just returning the toys."

Dexter's face fell. The smoke split apart, and shining red orbs appeared and shot into the Porygon's hands. "Rare candies. I don't need to elaborate, right?"

The Porygon nodded with somewhat satisfied gratitude. "Yes. Boosts a level if you're below Medieval."

"Four for the four of you." The smoke began to dissipate. "I also left some other playthings in the Lavender Town tower. Four Pokémon at the very top. If you want, you can take the kids up and have a game.

"Yes sir." Dexter bowed. "Thank you. They do need some good Pokémon. The Worlds has nothing that has potential."

"Of course it doesn't. Why else would they have arranged the Prehistoric freeze?"

The smoke completely faded away. The Mirage broke around Dexter, who was trapped in torrents of thought.

The darkness was filled up by a blinding white.


A/N: Thus ending, the Mirage Movie.