Hey guys, time for the next chappie!!

Of course, some quick Review Reactions(TM):

Ri2: That's the thing--they aren't. They're just some self-inflated pricks who think they're better than everybody else.

lukekriebs: Yeah, they are. And trust me, these guys are pretty much the epitamy of a dysfunctional family, so everybody wants to be as far away from each other at all costs. Well, most of the time.

AJ: Hey, welcome! Trust me, it gets way crazier ;)

PK: *Takes a step back, but is grinning* Oh yay, it's still working!!

Oh, before I forget: *Fires off party cannon* HELLO POKEMON SWORD AND SHEILD!!!

Okay, one more quick A/N I keep forgetting to address:

Okay, so when writing the first couple of chapters, I completely forgot about the events of Pokémon Heroes: Latios and Latias. Hence, I forgot Latios died.

The only reason I even remotely remembered was because I was browsing through Ri2's fanfics (GO READ THEM THEY'RE AMAZING) and I found their oneshot about Latias (Don't worry, I'm not gonna spoil anything).

So, here's how I've worked this out: Latios is clearly alive here. The Soul Gem is embedded in his chest, and Mew gave him a new body. He offered a way to repay her, but she merely stated:

"Oh, we'll just say you owe me a favor!! Be ready for when I call it iiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!"

...Yeah, that's pretty scary, isn't it?

Oh, also, Latios and Latias's parents were Shinies.

Alright!! Who's ready to finally start this shindig?!

*Thoughts*

"Speech"

"Telekenisis Talk"

Devil's Pet

O/O/O/O

In the Distortion World...

Giratina entered his home through a portal, his form changing almost immediately.

Lowering himself onto a platform, he sank onto his snake-like belly and sighed.

"Still can't find him?" Cyrus asked, sitting next to him.

"No." The demonic beast muttered.

"Well, that's certainly strange." The former leader of Team Galactic thought aloud, rubbing his chin.

Giratina snorted in sadness, small puffs of smoke coming from his nostrils.

"Oh come on, don't cry. He'll turn up eventually."

"I don't cry."

"Giratina--"

"No, dude, I can't physically cry. Arceus never gave me tear ducts."

"...Okay then."

As the darkness Legendary continued his moping, Cyrus lay down, placing his head between his paws.

After about an hour or so, the realm began to shake and rumble.

Then, a pulsing sensation rang through, a certain space Legendary piling in.

"HEY GIRATINA!! WHERE YOU AT?!"

Palkia's brother responded with an equally loud roar:

"OVER BY THE UPSIDE-DOWN WATERFALL!!!"

Before, Cyrus may have covered his ears; however, he had long since become accustomed to incidents like these.

As the flying creature came into view, Giratina rose up to greet him.

"What are you doing here, Palks?"

Plakia landed on a floating flowerbed.

"Well, some of the guys invited me out, so I figured I'd coem grab ya and we coul head on out.

Giratina blinked before grinning.

"That sounds fun."

Suddenly, a frown began to form on his face.

"Wait, you said just guys, right? Does that mean Solgaleo's gonna smuggle Lunala along and "Powder his nose" every 7 minutes?"

"Nah, we're watching him every step of the way."

"Okay, I'm in."

Turning around, he gave Cyrus a pat on the head with his tail.

"Be good while I'm gone, okay? Oh, and if you see a giant mound of yarn covered in honey..."

The devil leaned in, eyes narrowed, a dark aura polluting the surrounding air.

"Ask no questions. Do not require an explanation from me, nor anyone else. Do not confide in the yarn, nor the precious honey that glazes over it. You must bow respectfully, quietly express that you did not mean to disrupt its almightly prescence, and flee. Do you understand?"

Cyrus, shook, nodded his head.

"Good!! I'll be leaving now."

And with that, 2/3 of the dragon trio departed.

Cyrus, waiting a few minutes just to be sure they were truly gone, turned and lept over multiple floating areas before finding what he was looking for.

Digging into the abandoned Buneary burrow, he pulled out his journal--something Girantina was not aware of.

Pulling out a pen, he placed it in his mouth and began to write, albeit messily.

Day 397.

It seems that Dialga has gone missing, and Palkia and Giratina have yet to find him.

I, however, still have yet to find answers.

As you know, I have many questions about this...'lore', of sorts, and while I have been staying with the Pokémon equivalent of the devil incarnate for over a year now; very few of those questions have been answered.

Of course, my main curiousity still stands:

Why, Giratina?

He was angry--no, he hated me for the first few months after I chose to remain here. I mostly hid, for being in his sight only caused rage and destruction.

...Not that I can truly blame him anymore. After over a year's worth of thinking I have finally seen the error of my ways.

But then, out of absolutely nowhere, he came to me one day a few months later.

He was holding a paper in his mouth--I honestly thought it was my one way ticket to Hell--and...smiling?

Sitting in front of me and handing me the paper, he was the most friendly I'd ever seen.

He began to blab about casual topics--certain females and males weird...oh, what's the word he used...'love pentagons', how his brothers were, etc. I sat in a stunned silence, not understanding how the heck we went from "My name is Giratina. You almost kill my family, prepare to die", to "Bff's yay" in under the span of 5 minutes.

After a while, the beast seemed to remember the list he handed me.

He explained that he had found what he had thought were either Pokémon I liked or were a suitable fit. I had no clue what he had in store.

I looked them over. Not bad picks, to be honest. A few of them were even Pokémon I had on my team.

Looking back up at him, I found that his face was inches from mine, eyes staring at me expectantly.

I wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. Even less when he asked which one I picked.

I, nervously, looked back down at the page and pointed at a random one.

Ninetails.

A wind blew out of nowhere. A choir, a deathly, sickening choir, began to sing in the distance, that wind picking up harder and harder. I, however, was somehow glued in place, stuck staring at Giratina's glowing eyes.

He opened his mouth. I thought it was the end.

I closed my eyes.

When I did, an excrutiating pain flooded my entire being.

Next thing I know, it's over. Just like that. I open my eyes, and he's staring at me with those gigantic puppy-eyes.

He says he's sorry if it hurt--he doesn't do this sort of thing often.

I don't know what he means. Do this often? What--

...That's when I realize I'm standing on four legs.

I thought I was going to be sucked into the 15th circle of the underworld, but no--HE TURNED ME INTO A POKÉMON.

Now, in retrospect, I'm not complaining--it's actually quite nice.

He said he released my Pokémon into the wild.

Then what does he do?

HE LEAVES.

JUST. LIKE. THAT.

I do not understand these things.

But I hate those stupid dramatics. Yes, DRAMATICS. I asked him later about the choir and all that, and that's what he said. Dramatics. He then said that if I really was being taken to the underworld it would have been much, much worse.

...I hope I never find out how much worse.

As I said, this is one of my main questions that needs answers.

I have many, many more.

But I suppose that will have to wait.

-Cyrus.

Well, does that give more lore or what?

No, I know Cyrus wasn't turned into a Pokémon. But, do keep in mind that this is a fanfiction.

AND WHEN WERE FANFICS EVER CANNON?

But for real though, since this story does have a plot somewhere, there's gotta be lore, right?

Gimme a vote here: I'm considering making these journal entries appear in random chapters, since they could be crucial to the plot. Would you guys want that?

Alright, next chappie: GUYS NIGHT!!!

Weird Pokémon fact: Mr. Mime (Yes, that thing) can be female. Ugh.

Welp, see ya next chappie!!!