It was a rainy spring day when she finally arrived at the base of the Dark Mountain in front of a large statue of a somber Ezra holding flowers up to the sky. There was an inscription underneath her, but Formora was unable to read it.
Formora frowned at the statue. Though she approved of its existence, why was it here and not at Celestial Spire? Did the mason not want to risk it being vandalized? Well, whatever the reason, it made no difference to Formora. She traveled up the flat narrow path, taking note that the ditches where the murdered were once thrown in were now filled with flowers.
The compound itself had been destroyed, with not even a speck of rubble left behind. Too many lives had been destroyed in that building, including Formora's. She was glad she didn't have to enter its evil halls once more. The only thing that was left were the set of stairs leading down into the heart of the mountain, aka Giratina's dungeon.
A pair of giant ornate silver doors greeted her descent into the mountain. Wooden boards had once blocked off the sinister dungeon, but someone had broken through in the past. The boards lay in pieces at her feet. Formora stared up at the doors. Depicted on them was Arceus surrounded by the Lake and Creation Trio, no doubt at their births.
"It's kinda funny," she said idly to no one. "All those months in the Dark, and this is my first time going through the Cavern. Let's see how Giratina will react to me."
Antithesis Cavern
B1F ( watch?v=DXweQ0y1PDc)
The doors closed behind her with a deep boom, and she found herself in Antithesis Cavern. Well, she would have if she could see. So dark was the dungeon, that she could only make out the vaguest of outlines in her surroundings.
She held out a hand and summoned a Shadow Ball. Fortunately, though its purple glow didn't spread far, it provided a dim view of the area.
The floor was made of reddish-orange hard-packed dirt, while the walls were a smooth navy blue. And that was it. Literally nothing else adorned the dungeon, aside from stale air.
Formora snorted. She'd seen much better from much worse.
B2F-B5F
Arceus, there were too many foes in this place. Garbodor. Scolipede. Slurpuff. Raticate. Gengar. Scizor. Abomasnow. Goodra. Typhlosion. Grumpig. Staraptor. Linoone. Not even Giratina's own dungeon lackeys could lay a hand on her. How pathetic. Typical, but still.
As she slaughtered her way through, she noticed a distinct lack of apples, gummis, Reviver Seeds, and Escape Orbs. Anyone who was unprepared or not Formora would be hindered, but nothing could dissuade her from her goal.
B6F
Some Grumpig had a death wish and thought it was wise to tangle with her. It threw Power Gems at her with all its might, each and every one of them failing to get even a grunt out of the bored Froslass.
"What did you feel when you came through this dungeon all those years ago, huh, Ezra?" she said softly to her bag while absentmindedly negating another Power Gem with Shadow Ball.
"Were you scared? Or determined?"
Bored of this 'fight', she ended the Grumpig's frustration with Shadow Ball.
"Ha, I bet you one-shot all these enemies too."
B7F-B8F
After cutting down a Staraptor, Formora shook her head in confusion. She could have sworn the foes knew who she was, and nobly accepted their defeats. A Goodra saluted her as it faded away; a Typhlosion and a Raticate gave her smiles. The Staraptor she'd just obliterated nodded at her as it vanished.
Shaking her head again, Formora pressed on. At least these dungeon Pokemon gave her some respect, though if they had really wanted to please her they would have given her a challenge.
B9F
Monster House!
She'd just stepped into a room after a while of aimless wandering when two Slurpuffs, a Scolipede, four Scizors, two Garbodors, three Linoones, and a Typhlosion fell from the ceiling, all eyes cast hungrily at her.
Formora snorted, brandished her dagger, and dove into the fray.
Five minutes later with only a bruise on her forehead, she emerged victorious from the House seething with annoyance.
"You think a stupid Monster House would stop me?! You underestimate me; I cannot be defeated."
B10F-B13F
Giratina didn't throw anymore Monster Houses at her, but in came an influx of Gengars who all knew Destiny Bond and were determined to snag her with it. It took some careful finagling, but she managed to get past them all unscathed.
You. Can't. Stop. Me.
B14F
Ah, the Stairs had appeared alongside her. However, she heard the sludgy gurgle of a Garbodor behind her. She whirled around, hitting it with a Shadow Ball. As it turned out, there was a Scizor behind the poison-type, who was pummeled by the 234-pound Pokemon. Both enemies fell to the floor in a flustered heap, and two follow-up Balls ended both of them.
B15F
This dungeon is unworthy of us, the demon was grumbling. Formora could only agree; Antithesis Cavern was the home of a Creation Trio member, and this was all it had to offer?
Don't worry, I'll make sure Giratina feels our displeasure, she reassured it, patting her dagger.
A shadow flew across the wall in front of her, disappearing as fast as it had appeared. Formora stopped dead in her tracks, anger boiling inside her.
Had that been that Giratina's shadow?! Had he read her mind?! He had to at least know she was here; was this his way of taunting her?
She raised her knife, scanning the hall for his presence. All seemed normal, but she kept her guard up.
The shadow did not reappear.
-Waypoint-
The all-too-familiar Kangaskhan statue greeted her from its place in the center of the dull room. The floor had now changed into loose gray gravel, and what appeared to be smooth platinum walls boxed her in. Beyond the statue, leading to the second half of the dungeon, sat a set of silver doors similar to the ones she'd gone through before. Instead of depicting all of Arceus' creations, it only showed murals of Giratina.
Floating around the box-like room were iridescent green antimatter orbs. They hovered lazily in the air, but should they come into contact with anything, they'd explode like an angry Electrode.
She passed the statue, frowning at the atmosphere. Sometimes her steps were more like bounces, other times she felt as though she were carrying a boulder on her back. Was she still in this world, or had she traveled to another one entirely?
Well, it's not like it mattered; a little gravity fluctuation wasn't going to stop her from reaching Giratina. She stared up at the grand doors for a moment before pushing them open.
I'm coming, Giratina.
Deep Antithesis Cavern ( watch?v=QWCU395U3nk)
B1F-B2F
Formora had found a new game to play, one that satisfied her and her demon. They called it "Knock the Enemy into the Antimatter Orb and Watch it All Explode".
Now if only she could bring some orbs to the tundra...
B3F
"Welc-oh." said a voice.
Formora blinked. She was in the middle of a Kecleon shop. She looked over to see the shopkeeper staring at her in awe.
"Oh, Lady Dark," he whispered, dropping to his knees. "Forgive me, I didn't know I'd be graced by you today."
Formora walked over to the kneeling Pokemon, lifting his head up with her hand. In one deft motion, she slit his throat, not bothering to watch his spasms or delight in his flustered gurgles.
"Sorry, Ezra," she sighed, flicking the blood off her dagger. "but this dungeon's personal."
B4F-B5F
Giratina seemed especially anxious to get rid of her now. He sent her not one, not two, but five Monster Houses in the span of two floors!
With every new House, her rage grew, and her takedowns more and more brutal. How many times did she have to tell him: HE. COULD. NOT. STOP. HER.
B6F
Finally she was free of Monster Houses.
Pieces of the floor had fallen away, revealing nothing but an inky black void underneath the dungeon. Formora dropped a Blast Seed down a hole out of curiosity, where it vanished from sight after only a few moments of falling.
B7F-B10F
Much like the antimatter orbs, Formora had discovered great fun in tossing enemies down the oblivion pits to their doom. Watching them sink into the endless sea of ebony nothing brought faint smiles to her face.
B11F
Now the walls had crumbled away. Formora could clearly see the entire floor laid flat all around her. The black void surrounded everything, its deafeningly silent endlessness threatening to overwhelm her senses. Everywhere she looked, there was nothing but black-the only color that existed in this little corner of this universe, and no doubt the moment she left the floor it too would be swallowed by the abyss until the next fool came upon the dungeon.
Formora pushed these thoughts out of her head. Now was no time to get existential.
On a whim, she tossed an Oran Berry at where the wall would have been on the previous floors. It bounced back at her after sailing through the air for a yard or two. She caught it in one hand, and ate it. She was getting hungry.
B12F-B14F
The hungry Froslass spent the next few floors chowing down on every edible item she could find, no matter the secondary effect. Blast Seeds? Spicy. Chesto Berries? Like eating sand. Sleep Seeds? A nice nap.
B15F
Death is too good for him.
Nonsense, he deserves every iota of agony for what he did to you. He created me, didn't he?
Ezra-
You just killed a Kecleon. You have no argument here. Come, give in to your desires. Let the rage blind you until the Reverse World is naught but a sea of ancient blood.
I promised-!
WHY?! So you could feel redemption? You think you deserve it? Stupid, stupid Formora, you'll be joining Giratina in Hell. Stop pretending you're some kind of martyr and GIVE. IN.
Formora bit her lip until blood dribbled down her chin, but readied her knife.
Antithesis Chamber
She scowled. This room was too small, and way too narrow. As she shuffled down the passageway fighting varying weights of gravity, visions of the walls suddenly squishing her floated through her head. She shook her head, trying to focus instead on getting through the hall.
After what seemed like ages, she finally arrived in a room similar in size to Waypoints. The walls here were similar to the dungeon's first half, while antimatter orbs floated lazily throughout the chamber. The entire wall in front of her, however, was nothing but a giant mirror.
She approached the mirror. Giratina traveled through worlds via reflections. This, then, had to be the entrance to his personal dimension. The mirror's cool surface rippled at her touch, but otherwise remained solid. She tried pushing against it to no avail.
"I'm here, Giratina. I told you that you couldn't stop me. You threw everything you had at me, didn't you? Ha! Even after all these years you still underestimate me. Well? Any last words?" Formora said to her double.
Nothing happened. A flicker of annoyance flashed across her face. "Do not keep me waiting, Giratina."
Still nothing. Instead of annoyance, rage flooded within her this time. "Seriously?! All that, and nothing?! Face me like a man, Giratina! Stare into the face of the monster you created!"
Nada.
"GRAHHHHH!" the Froslass roared, hurling her dagger at the mirror. It bounced off like it was made of rubber, ricocheting back at her. The blade grazed her cheek as it sailed past her before clattering somewhere far behind her.
That was the last thing she remembered.
When she came to, she was lying on the ground perilously close to a wandering orb. Getting up revealed the sting from fresh sets of cuts all over her hands and arms she didn't remember existing before. She groaned, inexplicably exhausted, and took a long, hard look at herself in the mirror.
"There's nothing you can do to make me feel pain, Giratina. These little scratches mean nothing to me. You're a coward, and I have no idea why I even bothered to come here," she told her double before turning around and leaving.
