The next morning, the Doom Slayer was up and walking throughout Heahea city. The townsfolk were still rather nervous of him, but a few were more comfortable with the large being. Admittedly, the Slayer didn't blame them, as to them, he was a stranger who appeared out of nowhere, never spoke, and kicked the crap out of multiple Pokémon and scared off a team of Skull Grunts by himself. Add to that his (what some considered) paranoid reactions when someone walked up behind him, and all the weapons he was carrying, and it made sense some of the people were just a bit nervous.
Regardless, the Slayer had met with Tammy again, and she was showing him what the small red-and-white balls were. While the Slayer thought it was an odd idea, VEGA found it almost impossible to believe. However, when Tammy showed how it worked on the Cubone that had been following the Slayer, VEGA decided not to question it.
"So, this Cubone." Tammy remarked, looking down at the Cubone sitting on the table. "It's just been following you?"
"Indeed." VEGA replied. "I don't know why, but after we landed on a beach a few cities over, we came across it, and it's been following us ever since."
"Has anyone explained to you what exactly Pokémon are?" Tammy asked, genuinely curious.
"Somewhat." The A.I. replied. "We've been told some keep them as pets, and others fight with them."
"That's a bit of a simplified answer, but effectively, yes." The older woman nodded. "Pokémon are companions to some, and fighters to others. But at the bottom of it all, there's a strong bond between the trainer and said Pokémon."
The Slayer looked down at the Cubone, who was munching away on some food. He looked at the skull again and pointed to it.
"Does this creature's skeleton grow on the outside like some sort of arthropod?" The question did seem to make both Tammy and more surprisingly, the Cubone, downcast.
"Typically, a Cubone wears the skull of its deceased mother." Tammy explained. "It's the only connection to them they sometimes have."
"That may explain why it was crying when we found it."
"Most likely." Tammy nodded, noticing the Cubone seemed to be sniffing now, as if it was trying to hold back tears. To her surprise, the Slayer gently reached out and began petting it, trying to calm it, and it seemed to work. The Cubone leaned into the hand and let out a happy trill.
"I'm sorry if this sounds offensive, but I didn't expect someone like… you, to be so gentle with a pokémon." Tammy finally said, now addressing the Slayer. The Doom Slayer looked up, then shrugged slightly as if to say 'Eh, fair point'.
"Those red and white balls, what exactly are they?" VEGA then asked, still trying to figure out what exactly those were and how they were able to contain a pokémon.
"Oh, well Pokéballs are devices used to hold your pokémon when they're not out with you." Tammy explained, picking up an empty pokéball and handing it to the Slayer, who looked it over. "It's also used for catching pokémon in the wild."
"Why would someone do that?" VEGA asked, genuinely baffled.
"Well, when people want to become trainers, they need a team." Tammy replied. "After catching a wild pokémon, the pokémon tends to grow friendlier to its new trainer as time goes on."
"So, would this Cubone still be considered 'Wild'?"
"Yes." Tammy nodded. "People would know better than to try and catch it, as some trainers don't use Pokéballs during their travels and trials, but it doesn't make much difference."
The Cubone had walked over to the Slayer, and looked at the small ball. He pushed the button in the center of it, and then seemed to be sucked into it by a red beam. The Slayer seemed frozen then leaned back in a 'What just happened?' way. The ball seemed to beep a few times, then clicked.
"Well, now you've caught him." Tammy laughed slightly. "I've never seen a Pokémon accidentally catch itself." When she saw the Slayer turning the ball over in confusion, she added: "Just push the button in the center."
After pressing the button, the Slayer watched as Cubone re-appeared in a flash of white light, standing on the table in front of them.
"When we arrived in this world, the Slayer encountered two titanic pokémon, they were named Dialgale and Palkeya I believe." VEGA added as Tammy's eyes seemed to pop out of her head like a Cacodemon's eye when the Slayer was done with him.
"D..d..Dialga, and Palkia." She very slowly said.
"Yes, those were their names."
Tammy blinked, completely silent and having a hard time believing what she had just been told. Many knew the legends of the guardians of Time and Space, but very few could even begin to fathom how to reach their plane of existence… and apparently, the Doom Slayer had seen them.
"You saw them? Did they see you?" Tammy finally asked, in a rather quiet voice.
"Well, they did see the Slayer." VEGA admitted. "And the Doom Slayer may have shot both of them…"
On Another Plane of Existence, Super Far Away… (No, I Don't Know How Far, Don't Ask.)
"WHAT DID YOU TWO IDIOTS DO!?"
The guardians of time and space respectively winced and seem to freeze in place as they heard the deep, and very angry bellow. Flying in from somewhere, was an ash-grey dragon-like beast, with golden rings around his neck and head. He flew with two crimson-blood wings that seemed to cause shockwaves with every movement. It seemed to hover as legs began to form, allowing it to land and stare daggers of hatred at the two guardians.
"We, er- I have done nothing to your world Giratina!" Dialga said, finding his voice.
"What brings you here?" Palkia asked, somewhat confused as to why the 'Anti-matter God' as some reffered to him, was currently standing in front of them, and wondering what Dialga had done this time.
"I AM NOT SPEAKING OF MY WORLD YOU TWO DESTORYED! I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT WORLD YOU TWO IDIOTS MAY HAVE JUST DESTORYED!" Giratina roared, pointing with one of his stubby legs towards earth. The two guardians blinked, turned to look at earth, then looked at one another, then back to Giratina.
"We haven't done anything to that world." Dialga said flatly.
"They've been doing a pretty good job destroying it themselves." Palkia nodded. "You think they would've realized fossil fuels was a bad idea that was causing more harm than good at this point."
"Some regions have." Dialga shrugged, verbally, because he didn't have the arms to do it physically. "The Galar and Alolan regions seem to have adapted to new modes of transportation."
"They have?" Palkia asked looking to his quote-unquote 'brother'. "Hm. Perhaps I was-"
"WILL YOU TWO IDIOTS SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Giratina roared, louder than the guardians thought possible. His wings extended and seemed to turn to a murky-blackish colour, before briefly flashing the void that Giratina called home. Inexplicably, thunder cracked in the background as lightning scorched the space sky. The guardians remained frozen in terror, now afraid of what Giratina would do. "I care not for your pathetic squabbles, but you may have unleashed a creature onto their world that not even Arceus could stop!"
"Wait… that mortal?" Palkia asked. "The mortal who bested Dialga?"
"He shot you first!" Dialga snapped, still bitter about his missing horn. It would grow back eventually, but they would probably be different lengths, and that was going to drive him crazy.
"That. Was not. A mortal." Giratina seethed. "That creature may have been the being written about in the unspoken texts. The Doom Slayer."
Dialga and Palkia didn't say anything. The… Doom Slayer? That name sounded familiar… but where had they heard it before? Seeing their confusion, Giratina sighed, face-palming with one of his wings.
"Long ago." Giratina began. "In a time before even Arceus walked this world, this was darkness, and born from this darkness came the twisted wasteland that humans would come to call hell."
As he spoke, Dialga and Palkia watched as their plane seemed to shift, as if some sort of invisible wipe appeared, and the stones and stars melted away into nightmarish imagery. Screams of pain and sorrow could be heard amongst the fire and lava that seemed to endlessly consume this plane of existence."
"Born of the wickedness of a fallen angel, those in humanity with no love in their hearts, no kindness in their eyes, would be cast to an eternity of suffering for their actions. But when that much hatred is contained in a single place, it can give birth to monsters."
Palkia raised a finger to ask a question, but thought otherwise and lowered it. Dialga was munching in popcorn that appeared from… somewhere. Heck, how he held it was probably the bigger mystery.
"They would be the first or trillions of their kind. Inhumans wretches who gave into their darkness, into the wickedness of temptation. They became… Demons."
Now, imagery of small demons appeared, hissing and shrieking as what appeared to be a giant red floating one-eyed demon passed by overhead. The smaller demons seemed to be trying to work together to take down a large centaur-like demon who stood on cloven hooves with black horns on his twisted face.
"Their kind unrelenting, unstoppable, they would tear the fabric between world apart, and slaughter any who they could. They didn't care for anything, or anyone, themselves included. All they cared about was carnage." Giratina continued. "In time, a group of warriors would rise, their names forgotten to the fires of the lost, they mounted a crusade to force these monsters back where they came from, they entered the demonic realm itself, they drove their blades into the heart of their realm, and slaughtered every demon they saw."
"They… attacked…" Palkia asked, utter disbelief in his voice, trailing off in disbelief.
"Yes." Giratina nodded. "These heroes, forged by war and tempered in the darkest pits of the afterlife repelled the demonic intruders, but at great cost. The texts don't say what happened, but all but two of them were killed. Legend claims that one still remains down in that world, a traitor of sorts, but there isn't much written about him."
"And… this creature, he was the other one?" Dialga asked.
"He was worse." Giratina said, suddenly DEATHLY SERIOUS. "Against all the evil that this unspeakable plane could conjure, all the wickedness that mankind could produce, they sent unto them one figure. Doom incarnates. This beast, called by some the 'Doom Slayer' was a force that frightened hell. His bloodlust knew no limit, his rage no end, he ravaged the realms which in he found himself, slaying titans with nothing but his determination and blade. Nothing could stop him, he was believed to be immortal, the wrath of God given form."
Now, the background shifted to show ancient drawings, what seemed like demonic hieroglyphs, depicting a figure, standing atop a pile of bodies, holding the decapitated head of a beast in one hand, and a sword in the other. He seemed surrounded, outmatched, but it became clearer and clearer to the two guardians that indeed, they were surrounded, they were outmatched…
The monsters didn't stand a chance.
They were trapped with the Doom Slayer.
"This man, this… warrior, was believed to have been sealed away by dark forces eons ago." Giratina continued, their surroundings returning to normal. "In many ways, I respect him. He was a warrior of virtue, a beast who fought for the innocent. His rage and bloodlust were so untamed, that I never feared these demonic entities attempting to enter this world. The Doom Slayer was a guardian to every world, even beyond the realms that we know, or that even Arceus could hope to travel."
"So, why does it matter if he's here or there?" Dialga asked. "If what you say is true, there isn't a demonic threat here, so-"
"Wherever the Slayer goes, these beasts follows." Giratina cut the time lord off. "These creatures will not rest until the Slayer is dead. If he is here, then it is only a matter of time until they arrive too."
"How do you know that?" Palkia asked bluntly.
"E..excuse me?" Giratina blinked, shocked by the disrespectful tone in Palkia's voice.
"How do you know they will follow?" Palkia asked again. "If they were so terrified of the Doom Slayer, then he would they follow? If he's gone, wouldn't that be what they wanted?"
Giratina didn't reply. He seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact actually.
"There's something else." Dialga spoke up. "You're… You're afraid of something. Do you fear the Slayer?"
"Once the Slayer's bloodlust is re-awoken, he will search for demonic entities, or beings that he sees as a threat to humanity." Giratina finally spoke. "Countless innocent pokémon may be slaughtered by his hand, and when he's finished with them, he will turn his attention elsewhere."
Looking up, Giratina added:
"To us."
"US!?" The two guardians shouted in unison. "WHY!?"
"We are beings who control time, space, and anti-matter. In his conquests' the Slayer killed many beings more powerful than us, he would most likely see us as a threat and he most likely won't be willing to listen to any sort of reason." Giratina explained. "You, me, Zekrom, Shaymin. All of us may be targets to him."
"He is but one man! Legends or not, Yveltal alone could-" Dialga began in annoyance.
"HE HAS SLAIN HORDES OF BEASTS THAT MAKE YVELTAL LOOK LIKE ARCEUS-FORSAKEN MAGIKARPS WITHOUT FAIL!" Giratina bellowed. "HE IS RAGE, HE IS DOOM. HE. IS. ETERNAL!"
Dialga and Palkia turned away as a sort of shadow shockwave burst forth, blowing harshly against the two titans. Once the winds died down, the two guardians knew one thing clearly: if Giratina was this angered, or perhaps this frightened by this being, they shouldn't take it lightly.
"So, what do we do?" Palkia asked.
"For now, we must find him." Giratina stated. "There are some who would be willing to help, human and pokémon alike. If we can find him, we may be able to convince him to leave peacefully. To return to whence he came from, or we may be able to send him somewhere that he could do no harm."
"Should we rally the others?" Dialga asked.
"No. By now they must have felt his presence." Giratina remarked. "They will either go to investigate themselves, or call upon you two to assist them. Until then, we can only hope that the Slayer is somewhere remote, and may Arceus have mercy on any creature unfortunate enough to cross his path…"
Back in Heahea city, the Doom Slayer was currently watching a pokémon battle between two trainers. He had entered a building marked 'Gym' assuming he could maybe workout here (hey, he may be an interdimensional demon-killing legend, but he knew you don't skip leg day) only to find it occupied with people and pokémon. Initially, everyone was freaked out after having heard about the 'Green Giant' who had appeared in town yesterday. Also, they didn't know if he was here to battle, or if he was lost. Once he saw they were fighting with pokémon, the Slayer decided to stay and watch for a bit. VEGA had begun gathering information about each pokémon they saw, under something called the National VEGA-Dex. One of the pokémon looked like a tree, and was called Sudowoodo, and it was fighting a purple snake pokémon called an Ekans.
The Slayer didn't know how, but the Sudowoodo somehow was able to create rocks, which he then hurled at his snake opponent. The Snake seemed to take the brunt of them and hissed in agitation.
"Ekans! Use acid!" The trainer yelled, and the snake swung its head around before launching a ball of black liquid at the Sudowoodo. The tree seemed to be heavily damaged by it, and began swaying around in a circle, as if it seemed sick.
"It appears that some pokémon are more susceptible to attacks of different types." VEGA remarked. "And to the same effect, some attacks are ineffective against others."
The Slayer nodded and looked down at the Cubone he was now 'partners' with. After VEGA's sort-of update which allowed him to keep data on Pokémon, he had found that VEGA was able to determine what attacks the Cubone had.
(Look, I don't know how to explain this, just roll with it.)
Currently, Cubone had four moves, Tail Whip, Leer, Bone Club and Headbutt. Admittedly, the Slayer had no idea what those moves did (aside from the last two).
"If you are going to consider training Cubone to use in pokémon battles, perhaps we should start somewhere much simpler in order to help it train." VEGA commented. The Slayer nodded and stood up, picking up the Cubone in one hand and heading out. Both the pokémon and trainers who were battling stopped for a moment and watched the Slayer go.
The Slayer walked through the city, trying to determine where he could train Cubone. Tammy had explained that pokémon could be found in tall grass and lakes, so that was somewhere to start.
As the Slayer walked along a beach, he was half paying attention to tracking pokémon, and half looking at the world around him. It was so… bright, so colourful, there was life everywhere! It had been… Honestly, he didn't know. How long had it been since he had seen a planet that was full of life that didn't require him to immediately kill everything? It could be years, centuries, millennia, the Doom Slayer didn't know how long.
"Karp!"
The Slayer paused mid-step, seeing he almost stepped on some weird-looking fish. He got down on one knee to get a closer look. This pokémon seemed… it seemed like it wasn't all there… It was flopping about on the beach, not even a foot away from the water, and it didn't seem like it was able to get back in. VEGA scanned the creature, and pulled up a log from the poke-archives.
"Magikarp. It is virtually worthless in terms of both power and speed. It is the most weak and pathetic Pokémon in the world." VEGA read before pausing. "I can't say I disagree."
The Slayer felt, wait. Was he feeling… Pity?
…yes. Yes, he was. The Doom Slayer looked at this (quite honestly pathetic) pokémon flopping on the sand, trying to get back to the water. He didn't know why, but he felt bad for it, so he picked it up, walked a few steps into the water, and tossed it back in.
"Karp! Karp!" The Magikarp seemed to call to him, jumping out of the water, seemingly overjoyed.
The Slayer turned and kept walking.
Thanks to word-of-mouth from the folks in Heahea city, word had gotten to a few other small towns about the Slayer. Not only that he was real, but how he chased down and beat up a team of Skull Thugs. Lana had heard of this, and quickly passed the message along to the professor, who along with Ash, Lillie and Hau, had arrived in Heahea to try and find him.
"Look, I still think it's a bad idea to bring you three along." Kukui commented as he got off of the bus. "You didn't see what we saw."
"Yeah? The people here are saying he's some sort of hero. He can't be that bad." Hau shrugged.
"Hau, he aimed a massive gun at you. Why would you think that?" Lillie asked.
"He didn't aim it at us, I asked how he could possibly fight monsters, and he pulled it out from… somewhere." Hau replied, annoying Lillie with his almost excitement about potentially meeting a creature that could kill everyone.
"Hey, you didn't tell us, what is the plan once we find him professor?" Ash asked.
"The plan. Right." Kukui replied, speaking in a tone of a man who had everything planned out. "Once I have one, I'll get back to you."
"Alright then…" Ash rolled his eyes.
The group of four walked the streets for a few moments, noting that heading off in one direction was a trail of footprints in the concrete streets. That meant he had been here, but he may have left…
"They said he was here yesterday." Kukui muttered, deep in thought.
"That dude ran nearly two hundred miles in a few hours! If he took off again, we're never gonna find him!" Hau groaned. He really wanted to meet the Doom Slayer again, he had a bunch of questions, but he didn't wanna run all over Alola to try and find him.
"Pika?" Pikachu said quietly, looking over towards the beach, he saw a big figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Hm? Do you see something?" Lillie asked, looking in the direction the Pikachu was looking at. The yellow pokémon climbed off of Ash's shoulder and onto Lillie's, pointing towards the beach. While the three boys tried to determine if the Slayer had disappeared or not, none of them noticed Lillie and Pikachu walk off towards the beach. Once she crossed a small bridge onto the beach, she gasped slightly as she saw the Doom Slayer again. Now seeing him in the daylight, he seemed… smaller.
"Pika… pika?"
But at the same time, his armor seemed more dangerous, as if he was a soldier who had seen a thousand wars.
"Pika! Pika!"
But at the same time, the tiny Cubone was walking alongside him, so maybe he wasn't-
"PIKA!"
Thump
Lillie was ripped from her thoughts and her whole body seemed to freeze over in terror as she realized she had kept walking, and walked directly into the Slayer. She took a step back, still looking nervously up.
Then the Doom Slayer turned around.
She looked up into his helmet, and the Doom Slayer looked down at her.
"Hello." VEGA broke the silence.
"H..hi…" She said quietly.
"You were one of the one's we met during our arrival, correct?" VEGA asked. Lillie blinked, confused, then realized what he was asking.
"Oh, yes! Of course." She nodded. "My name is Lillie."
"Greetings Lillie, I don't recall if you were told, but my name is VEGA, I am the Slayer's… assistant, so to say."
"Does… does he talk?" Lillie timidly asked.
"No." VEGA simply answered. "I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are clearly distressed. I can assure you, the Doom Slayer would never hurt someone as young as you. Actually, he would most likely not hurt most of the residents in this world, his only targets are demons and those who hurt the innocent."
Lillie nodded in understanding. That was a slight relief to her.
"Karp karp!"
The two turned and looked at the Magikarp that seemed to have followed them.
"Why is that fish following us?" VEGA asked.
"I don't know." Lillie shook her head. "Magikarp's are… dumb, to be kind."
Before either one of them could say anything, Cubone let out an angered growl, the Slayer turned and looked to see Cubone seemed to be in a stare-down with a small dark-grey rat. Said rat hissed territorially and tried to stand on its hind legs.
"Perhaps this would be a good time to let Cubone train." VEGA remarked, and the Slayer nodded. He looked down at Cubone, and four boxes appeared, each with the attacks he had found that Cubone could use. Lillie watched, now genuinely curious as to what the Slayer would do, only for him to stand there. His Cubone looked over its shoulder in confusion at his partner, waiting for the order. Even the Rattata looked up at the Slayer, confused as to why nothing had happened.
"Oh, my mistake." VEGA said, realizing something. "Slayer, look at the attack and I will speak it."
The Slayer nodded and looked.
"Bone Club." VEGA then spoke.
"Cu!" Cubone said with a nod, grabbing its bone and swinging hard. It struck the Rattata and the rat hissed, clearly in pain. It shook its head and rushed forward, scratching at Cubone, scratching his skull-mask. When Cubone yelped in pain, the Slayer felt his hand drop to where he could grab his rocket launcher and blast this rat across dimensions.
"No." The Slayer thought.
He slowly raised his hand, and pointed to the wild pokémon. Cubone seemed to take a stance, ready to fight and VEGA spoke.
"Headbutt."
"Cu!" Cubone nodded, rushing forward and bashing the rat with his skull mask. The rat let out a cried pain and began swaying, before falling to the ground, its eyes appearing as swirls. The Doom Slayer figured the fight was done, and the Cubone turned around and jumped up and down, seeming proud of how it did. The Doom Slayer got down and patted Cubone on the head, like a proud pet owner after their pet performed a hard trick.
"Aww…" Lillie couldn't help but let out as she watched their interaction. The Slayer seemed… human.
"Lillie!" A voice called.
Lillie and the Slayer turned to see Ash, Hau, and Kukui running up to them.
"Uh, whoa… are you oaky?" Kukui said, nervously looking from her to the Slayer.
"Yes, professor. I'm fine." She nodded with a small smile. "Pikachu saw the Doom Slayer and I wanted to see if it was him, and well, I got caught up speaking with VEGA."
"Look, Lillie. I don't want to be 'that guy' but that dude is bad news. Someone pushes him too far, he'll level a city."
"Professor…" She frowned.
The Slayer wasn't paying attention, he and Cubone were looking at the tall grass, trying to find another practice target. This time, a woodpecker-like pokémon (ironically named Pikipek) appeared. The fight began once again, only this time, there was a bit more of a crowd as a number of beach goers had made their way over to see the mysterious green giant.
"Headbutt." VEGA gave the command. Cubone looked back with a 'Dude, really?' look before rushing forward.
The bird simply flapped its wings and avoided the attack. The Doom Slayer paused, realizing he probably should've seen that coming. Heck, even Cubone was giving him a 'I told you that wouldn't work.' The small bird shot forth with surprising speed and seemed to peck at Cubone, before flying back a few feet. The Cubone growled, seeming angered now.
"Bone Club." VEGA ordered. Cubone threw his bone as hard as he could, and it smacked the Pikipek right in the face, but seemed to do nothing. "It appears, this pokémon is immune to that particular type of attack. Perhaps you should consider calling Cubone back."
Cubone hand turned and looked at the Slayer, seeming genuinely concerned, as if it knew it couldn't win this fight. However, it also looked at the Slayer with determination in its eyes. He was gonna fight till the very end! The Doom Slayer seemed to think, then began making weird hand gestures at the Cubone.
"Is… is he talking in sign language?" Hau asked, surprised. "Never thought of that…"
The Cubone seemed confused at first, then its eyes widened as it realized the game plan. It nodded in affirmation and looked back at the bird. Screeching again, the Pikipek rushed forward to attack Cubone with its wing.
Only for Cubone to move to the side and grab the bird's leg. The bird pokémon screeched in surprise as it found itself being slammed into the ground, sending sand flying upwards. It picked itself up and spat sand out, seemingly taken aback by the surprise attack.
"Headbutt."
The Pikipek saw Cubone rushing towards it. There was a (somewhat) loud THOOM! As Cubone collided with the wild pokémon, clearly hurting it.
"Slayer, it appears weakened, this is what Tammy suggested, is it not?" VEGA asked, and the Slayer nodded. He pulled a pokéball out from behind him (no one knew where) and tossed it at the Pikipek. It was sucked into the ball and said ball fell to the ground. The Slayer watched with interest as the pokéball shook a few times.
Click.
The Slayer walked over and picked up the pokéball. He was somewhat amazed and still confused as to how these worked, but he figured he had just caught a pokémon. That made two for his team.
VEGA seemed to process something, before finding the full explanation of the pokémon the Slayer just caught.
"Pikipek. This pokémon pecks at trees with its hard beak. You can get some idea of its mood or condition from the rhythm of its pecking."
No one could tell, but the Slayer cracked a slight smirk. He hadn't expected this, but his team was effectively becoming made up of pokémon who's main form of communication was bashing their heads against one another. Some may find that annoying or painful, but the Slayer knew from times long gone it was how fighters greeted one another.
"…okay, I'll admit it, I was not expecting that." Kukui admitted. "I honestly thought that the Cubone following him was a weird coincidence, I didn't expect him to know how this works…"
"I understand your confusion, but the Slayer is human." VEGA spoke up. "He is no stranger when it comes to strategizing, and he is excellent at adaptation and improvisation."
"Karp!"
Everyone turned and saw a Magikarp had somehow beached itself once again. The Slayer blinked, then effectively facepalmed as he walked over to it, picked it up, and tossed it back into the water.
"Again, I don't wanna seem rude professor, but do you really think he's some sort of psychopath?" Ash asked, watching the Slayer walk away, only for the Magikarp to beach itself again, and the Slayer having to pick up and throw the Magikarp back into the water as it repetitively beached itself after the Slayer threw it back in. Finally, perhaps out of anger, or maybe annoyance, the Slyer pointed to it, and Cubone whacked it with his bone. The fish continued flopping about and the Slayer eventually took out another pokéball and seemed to begrudgingly catch it. However, it seemed less like he was going to train with it, and more that he just wanted it to stop trying to kill itself out of stupidity.
A few islands over, Darkrai was still looking for the Doom Slayer. His search had been halted when he felt Giratina's presence, but the Ant-Matter God wasn't there over something the guardians had did. He had sensed fear from him, something Darkrai couldn't recall if he had ever sensed from Giratina ever…
Darkrai slipped into a shadow cast by a building, becoming invisible to all, he had sensed rage and fury coming from the Alola region, and had figured that it was most likely the Doom Slayer. However, when he arrived, the anger seemed to have dissipated, leaving him to traverse the cities looking for any sort of clue as to where he could've possibly been.
"That much rage doesn't just… vanish." The ghost thought. "Was he transported somewhere deep below the island? Did the guardians somehow seal him away in their anger? Honestly, if they did that, I may have to thank them for their arrogance."
Deciding that the Slayer was not in this town, he flew upwards towards a cliffside. He landed and looked out over the island. He had checked most of the cities and villages, but nothing. Not even a crazy person with a sign reading 'The End Is Nigh' claiming to have seen a monster…
"I take it you're here for the same reason?"
Darkrai didn't bother turning to look, he knew who had landed next to him.
"Indeed." He nodded, before asking. "Mewtwo… Do you think your powers might be more suited to find him? Or perhaps find some sort of trail?"
"If you're asking me that, then I know the answer to my question." Mewtwo replied with a slight shrug. The cloned pokémon had effectively vanished a few years ago, supposedly finding a place to remain where no trainer could find him, and he couldn't hurt anyone in return.
"If you're here, then that means things are getting worse." Darkrai muttered.
"Giratina spoke with me." Mewtwo commented. "He told me to ask you if you knew the story of the Doom Slayer."
"I saw into his mind." Darkrai answered honestly. "I saw anger, I saw fury, and I saw death."
"There's much more to it than that." Mewtwo replied solemnly. "And while I may not care too much for most of these humans, the fate they may face should the Slayer be left to his own devices would be worse than any nightmarish reality even Yveltal could conjure."
"Then I recommend we both keep moving." Darkrai stated, before suddenly realizing something. "Wasn't there… wasn't there a kid who helped you once?"
"Tim?"
"No, the other one."
"Who are you? Ah, Ash." Mewtwo began confused but nodded when he realized who Darkrai was asking about. "Sort of."
"He's seen most of the regions this world has to offer. Perhaps he could contact trainers in each region, and they could start a sort of Slayer watch." Darkrai mused.
"Hm. Perhaps." Mewtwo conceded. "Giratina also said that he was going to be in touch with some other humans who we've had experience with, ones who may be helpful should the need to fight the Slayer become a reality, and not a fear."
Darkrai nodded, seemingly understanding.
"We should go." He said, beginning to fly again. "There's still a city I haven't checked yet, and consider my suggestion, regardless of your apprehension towards humans, it could be that both pokémon and human lives are at risk here."
With that, Darkrai flew off, leaving Mewtwo to contemplate everything he had been told recently. There were a few potential courses of action, and to be honest, he didn't like any of them.
A.N. And done! I kind of hoped to have this chapter done yesterday, but… whatever. Sorry it was nearly two months between updates, but I'm still working on all my other stories.
Now, to answer a few questions you may have: Yes, the Slayer is building a team. I know a few of the pokémon he'll end up with, and no, I'm not telling.
Secondly, you won't see him capture all of them, that would take away from the actual story.
Third, the Slayer isn't going to do the island trials, but he is going to have run-ins with the Kahunas, and a bunch of others, old and new.
Also, the Slayer may not have heard the last from the legendries…
