"Well, we are in prison." VEGA commented.

The Slayer didn't say anything, predictably.

"Hm… one moment." VEGA commented, looking through a series of files he had, including some of the weirder things uploaded by UAC scientists for reasons without any real explanation. A few moments later, harmonica music began playing in the Slayer's helmet. After about ten seconds, the music stopped. "There, I believe humans would often play music such as that while in prison. Or jail. Whichever this one may be."

The Slayer said nothing, leaning against the wall and letting the time pass… he had been here for six minutes. He had been allowed to remain in his armor… mostly because no one wanted to try and remove the armor, and a few of the officers were too afraid to ask him to take it off, even if the Slayer/VEGA hadn't put up any sort of struggle while being guided towards the cell.

"Accessing databases… looking for typical stereotypes of being in prison… Oh. No. No, that's just wrong…" VEGA remarked, and the Slayer rolled his eyes. The Doom Slayer wasn't sure what to do right now, he could easily punch the walls down in about five seconds, but he had already damaged a number of buildings, and didn't want to damage more. Admittedly, now that he had calmed down, he kinda felt bad about that. These people weren't warriors, they were just trying to live their lives. But some orange-haired idiot decided to try and piss off the one guy who doesn't like getting pissed on. Or, off… uh, that didn't come out right.

Regardless, the Slayer figured he'd wait until he could 'talk' with the officers, and then figure out a way to leave. Be that in a sort of agreement, or through an escape plan that was simply 'Punch wall until free'. Honestly, either were possible, and the Slayer had very little fear that they would be able to stop him.

"Arc…"

However, he was a bit intrigued by the large flaming lion-dog pokémon that seemed to be acting as a guard dog. It reminded him of the Spectral Wolves which used to roam D'Nur, and some of the summoned hellhounds he had encountered while in hell. He almost, almost felt pity for them, as they weren't sinful people or twisted souls, but tragically companions who were cursed to follow their master wherever they went out of a sense of truly undying loyalty. Which in turn, led to them becoming corrupted and twisted into the monsters which plagued hell, and which had gotten more than one bite off on the Slayer over the years.

"Sir, please keep walking." A voice spoke, getting the Slayer's attention. From outside, he could hear what sounded like two people walking down the hall, probably a pair of officers.

"I didn't do anything wrong, and you know it!"

"Sir, you were found robbing a store."

"You have no proof!"

"You literally shouted 'I was robbing a store, baby!' before we showed up." The female voice remarked, seeming annoyed. By now, the Doom Slayer had gotten up and looked out seeing some figure with blonde hair and a sleeveless jacket being pushed forward by a smaller officer. He had a red 'R' on his vest, and the Slayer frowned, having a feeling he knew who was, or more importantly, associated with.

"You know this won't end well for you, right?" The man remarked, a statement which did get the Slayer's attention.

"Uh-huh."

"The others will come find me, and look, I don't wanna frighten you, but the others aren't gonna be as understanding as me. It probably won't end well…:

"U..uh-huh, you think I haven't heard that before?" The younger voice remarked, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

"Yeah, I expected you have. But why don't I show you what happens to people who mess with Team Rock-"

THOOM!

The Doom Slayer punched the door off of the cell, sending it slamming into the wall. Officer Jenny and the Mook both froze in terror as the Doom Slayer stepped out and glared at the Grunt. The sound of tightening leather could be heard as one hand closed into a dangerous-looking fist. Wordlessly, he pointed to the cell, and the Team Rocket Grunt nodded, wordlessly entering the cell as it was locked behind him. The Doom Slayer nodded and picked up the door, putting it back into the hole he made in the cell before sitting back down returning to a game VEGA had downloaded at some point. Snake, or something like that. Either way, the Slayer guided the pixelated character with his eyes, as the game appeared on his HUD. The silence returned for a few minutes, and then the younger officer appeared again, getting the Slayer's attention.

"Uh, we need to move you to another cell." The Junior Officer said, clearly nervous around the Slayer. The Doom Slayer nodded, then blinked, she looked… EXACTLY like the other officers… weird. Leaving his cell, he looked around, then nodded to one. The young officer blinked, questioning if this was against protocol or not, and frowned. Unfortunately, they only had a very small number of jail cells, as they rarely if ever needed to use them. The Slayer had effectively rendered one unusable, one was being cleaned, and – while this was most definitely against protocol – one of them was used as a storage closet. That left them with one option…

"Okay, this one it is." She nodded. "Hey, Atilla? You're getting a cell mate for a little bit."

"Ha, that ain't no- wait! What are you doing?!" The man began but suddenly seemed to enter a panic when he saw who would be his cell mate.

"Hey, if you're part of Team Rocket, you should be able to handle tough guys, right? That's what you were going on about." The younger officer shrugged. "Besides, he's restrained and isn't violent, don't worry, it's just for a few minutes." With that, the young officer left.

"I feel like this is against protocol." VEGA remarked, although only the Slayer could hear him. "…oh well."

There was silence in the cell, the Team Rocket mook unable to tell if the Slayer was looking at him or not. After a few minutes, the Slayer looked down and pulled his hands in opposite directions, snapping the chains on the hand cuffs with the ease of ripping through tissue paper. While the Slayer was sitting and looking in the direction of Attila, he was more focused on his game of Pong he was playing against VEGA on his visor.

"…probably should've asked someone to feed the Pokémon…" The Doom Slayer thought. He blinked, then shrugged slightly, figuring someone probably would, or he'd be out of here soon enough.

Attila breathed somewhat nervously, having heard from Jessie and James that this guy was armed. Still, he figured he could take him. He was just some guy in armor, take that off, and he was just a man.

"Whatever…" Attila muttered, shaking his head, looking around the cell.

"You are part of the organization, Team Rocket, correct?" VEGA suddenly spoke up, startling Attila with the sudden question.

"Yeah?! What about it?!"

"What exactly is their end goal? The operatives we've encountered seemed… disproportionally incompetent

"It's 'Steal Pokémon for profit. Exploit Pokémon for profit. All Pokémon exist for the glory of Team Rocket.' The ultimate goal is to take over the world using Pokémon." Attila said proudly, then realized two things. One, he had just admitted to much more than he was supposed to too a non-member of Team Rocket. Two, and far more importantly, the guy he just told this to punched solid steel bars out of solid concrete walls. So that probably wasn't his smartest move.

"Interesting." VEGA said, the oddly friendly and approachable tone in his A.I. voice gone. The Slayer rose to his feet and closed the distance, clearly unnerving Attila, but he refused to show it. In actuality, the Slayer wouldn't have noticed the fear in his body if it wasn't for the HRM built into his HUD showing him that Attila's heart was going berserk. He leaned against the wall and looked down at Attila. "And how exactly does that work?"

In another room, the eldest Officer Jenny was setting up an interrogation room for the newcomer, and looked about before nodding.

"Right, get the Space Man, we need to talk to-" Officer Jenny began.

Thoom!

The officers jumped as the wall suddenly gave way and the Slayer stumbled through, having accidentally torn it down after leaning on it for an extended period of time. The Doom Slayer quickly collected himself and looked at the officers. Casually leaning on one hand against the wall.

"You wanted to speak with us?" VEGA asked.

"Uh… yeah… normally we'd open the door." The Officer began, but stopped when the Slayer nodded, turned around, and walked back into his cell. Seating himself on the bench and looking to the door. The officers winced but shrugged, opening the cell door, and letting the Slayer leave through the door. He followed the younger officer into a plain room and sat down across from the older officer, casting a glance to the hole in the wall. Oops.

"All right, my name is Officer Jenny, how do you wish to be addressed?"

"You may refer to him as 'The Slayer'." VEGA answered. "I, am VEGA. Artificial Intelligence and assistant to the Doom Slayer." The Slayer decided to try and seem friendly, giving a bit of an awkward wave. This… didn't really help.

"Right. Okay." Officer Jenny muttered, writing something down. "So, what happened? Could you explain what happened?"

"The Slayer was at the Aether Paradise Foundation, and we had left our armor with Miss Krystal, a metal worker in town to fix it while we were gone. We returned, and someone made the unfortunate mistake of thinking stealing it wouldn't end badly." VEGA explained.

"Right, so… he took your clothes, why did you beat him half to death?"

"There are two reasons for the Slayer's reaction." VEGA answered. "One, it has to do with what the armor stands for. He was given his original armor by the ones known as the Night Sentinels, an ancient race of warriors whose sole duty was to protect the world from demonic threats. There is no record of them in your world, as we are not from your world. Even then, in the Slayer's world, there exists very little information on them aside from what was discovered in hell and the Slayer has revealed."

"Stop." Officer Jenny frowned. "I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous, you expect me to believe that this guy is some sort of dimension-traveling warrior who fights demons?"

"I mean… how do you explain his armor?" The younger officer asked, raising a fair point. The older officer looked over to her with a somewhat annoyed look, but knew that she had a fair point.

"If you value this world's safety, you will believe every word this man speaks." A new voice spoke as to everyone's shock, Darkrai made himself known, floating up from the floor, oddly carrying Cynthia White with him. "Everything Vega has told you is the truth, it is not wise to disregard the stories and warnings the Slayer brings with him."

"Can no one use the door!?" Officer Jenny exclaimed, a bit more annoyed by that than she probably should've been considering what just happened.

"Darkrai is correct." Mewtwo spoke up, walking in through the door, Officer Jenny recoiling in shock at the two pokémon who were now in the room with her. She had heard the stories of both of them, and had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to win a fight against them. But what did they want with the Slayer?! Also, Cynthia White was here!

"Are you with him?!" She demanded.

"Yes." Darkrai nodded

"No." Mewtwo shook his head.

"Sort of." Cynthia added.

"Not really."

"I mean, kinda…"

"In a sense."

"We are not traveling with him. We're looking for him." Mewtwo corrected.

"Yes, that." The ghost nodded, pointing to Mewtwo.

"What he said." Cynthia nodded to Darkrai.

...

"I'm sorry can one of you repeat that in one sentence or less?" The younger officer asked, timidly.

"We're not with him, but we're looking for him." Mewtwo said flatly. Officer Jenny sighed, rubbing her face, but nodded in understanding. This was getting out of hand for her, and she really wasn't sure what to do.

"Okay."

"We've been looking for him for a bit now." Mewtwo commented.

"Fine." Jenny frowned, not sure if arguing with Mewtwo was the greatest of ideas. "Can you confirm what is being said by… The Slayer?"

"I, am VEGA." VEGA answered.

"Yes." Mewtwo nodded. "Everything that has been said was true."

'Greeeeaaatttttttt…' Officer Jenny exhaled deeply though her nose before remembering something. "You said there were two reasons." She added.

"The second is what is inside the armor." VEGA said matter-of-factly. "Contained within the armor are trace amounts of Argent Energy. While harmless on its own, Argent can be turned into extremely dangerous and lethal weapons if improperly handled. Someone like Lysandre wouldn't have the first idea on what to do or how to properly use it, therefore, he was a risk not just to himself, but to everyone on these islands."

"Right, even if everything your saying is true, that doesn't give you permission to beat a man half to death and destroy a good chunk of the town!"

"The Slayer was not asking for your permission. He acts on his own accord, and cares little for what you think." VEGA replied flatly. "Nothing he has seen thus far has proven to be a threat or challenge to him, ergo, he sees no threat in your law enforcement. However, the Slayer also recognizes his mistake in trashing several businesses, and is remorseful for that destruction. He does not come here to kill and maim indiscriminately, rather he does not wish to do that at all. Typically, he would've beaten Lysandre into the ground, and left, but considering the nature of what he did, the Slayer's anger overtook his ability to think rationally."

"Is that why he came in so easily?"

"Yes." VEGA answered matter-of-factly. "You may never fully understand this, but the Slayer's anger was as much due to the disrespect of his identify as it was anger for Lysandre's arrogance. A lack of thought which could have easily cost him his life."

"Because you'd kill him." Officer Jenny said flatly.

"If the Argent Energy had leaked or gotten corrupted in any way, shape or form, then yes. The Slayer would most likely have killed him as a mercy compared to what would come next." VEGA answered, brutally honest. Officer Jenny bit her lip, not liking that the Slayer just said; 'Yeah, I'd shank a mofo if they angered me', but there was something about the unspoken threat about this Argent stuff that gave her pause. At the end of the day, she needed to do right by the law, the innocents of Alola needed protected. Oddly, she felt like the Slayer (somewhat) understood that.

"This Argent Energy, is it what brought you to this world?" Mewtwo asked, now picking up on some sort of… force. It wasn't living, but it wasn't man-made, it was hard to put into words, it almost seemed like the energy Rayquaza emitted via space travel.

"I… cannot say." VEGA answered, seeming disappointed. "If we had an answer, perhaps we would have an easier way to get home."

"Okay, another question." Officer Jenny spoke up, setting the notepad down. "Let's say for the sake of the argument that I am having a hard time winning, I believe your story; you're some sort of inter-dimensional traveler who was tricked and sent here. Where you're from, you're a demon slaying legend and all that. If you get home, what's your goal? To bring some army here and conquer our world?"

"Of course not." VEGA answered, sounding almost offended. Jenny looked to Mewtwo, who nodded, singling the Slayer (or VEGA) was telling the truth. "The Slayer wants to stop the Union Aerospace Cooperation from opening another rift into hell which could potentially kill trillions."

"…I'm going to be totally honest with you." Officer Jenny said with a frown. "I don't know what to know what to do right now. With you three here, I don't know if I should release him into your custody, or if he should be sent to prison for his actions."

"I'm not saying this as a threat, but you should be able to tell that the Slayer wouldn't be in any prison for long."

"No, unless he was taken to some sort of supermax prison, but…" Officer Jenny trailed off, considering something before adding: "What genuinely concerns me, is aside from property damage, and the fight itself, it's not like you murdered anyone. Technically speaking, Lysandre instigated the fight, and you reacted to it… uh, do you have a license for your guns? Or how does that work where you're from?"

"….." VEGA didn't say anything, and the Slayer looked away awkwardly.

"Perhaps it is best that we move on from this point." Darkrai remarked.

"So, what is it you're after here, presently?" Officer Jenny asked, knowing that trying to take the Slayer's weapons probably wouldn't end well.

"We are looking for a way to go home." VEGA said matter-of-factly.

"And we believe we may be able to assist him in that." Mewtwo added. Normally, the psychic living-weapon pokémon would've grabbed the Slayer and warped out of there, but he understood that doing that would only cause more issues with the police, and would probably agitate the Doom Slayer, as they hadn't even met yet. While Mewtwo was skeptical to some of the claims he had heard about this being, from appearance alone, he understood that this was a warrior of power. So, he decided cooler heads would most likely prevail. Their conversation continued for another fifteen minutes, until Officer Jenny remembered something else she wanted to discuss with the Slayer.

"Right, there's also another matter to discuss." Officer Jenny remarked, setting down several pictures of large buildings either mid or post explosion, fire consuming them. "We don't know who's responsible for this, but a number of Team Galactica bases have been found absolutely destroyed. Security footage is scarce, but weaponry of a highly explosive Calibur was reported to have been used. Presently, you're the only one who has access to such weapons, reportedly."

"Hm… when did these events occur?" VEGA asked.

"Over the course of the last three days, mostly."

"The Slayer is not responsible." VEGA stated matter-of-factly. "During that time, he has been in the Lush Jungle with Trial Captain Mallow, working on repairing his suit with Miss Krystal, or accompanying Ash and Hau to the Aether Paradise Foundation to meet President Lusamine."

"Mmhm." Jenny nodded in understanding. She didn't think it was the Slayer, but still. "Because of how many witnesses there were, I think it's safe to assume that you weren't behind this, but I wanted to ask, does any of this look familiar? I know this is a long shot, but do you think you could identify any of the weap-"

"That damage was caused by a Milkor MGL grenade launcher." VEGA stated as the Slayer pointed to one picture. "The width of those blast marks points to 40mm ammo being used, and a Milkor MGL is commonly used in present day military."

"You mean the Milkor Bayshore Launcher?" Jenny asked, confused as to what VEGA was talking about.

"If that is what they are commonly called, then yes." The A.I. answered as the Slayer looked over some more pictures. "That was made by a double-barrel sawed off shotgun. The spread of the pellets is far wider than a regular shotgun blast."

"How can you tell?"

Without warning, the Slayer pulled his super shotgun out and set it on the table, making everyone in the room recoil in shock. Yes, they knew the Slayer had guns, but this was so… blatant.

"Furthermore, this figure is far too small to be the Slayer." VEGA added as the Slayer pointed to a pair of figures, one human and one that looked like a small pokémon, clouded in darkness and smoke.

"Hm… do you know anyone who this may be?"

"No."

"Why does that…" Mewtwo muttered, looking at the picture. "Never mind. If we're done here, there are matters we would like to discuss with the Doom Slayer."

"Well, we're not quite done." Officer Jenny shook her head. "There's still the matter of the property damage caused by the Death Slayer."

"Doom Slayer." Darkrai corrected.

"I believe we may have a solution..." VEGA remarked.


And so, a few days passed. The Doom Slayer did what he could (mainly lifting and moving supplies, working with other sizeable pokémon) to help jump-start the reconstruction of the businesses he had damaged. Some shopkeepers were thankful, some were frightened, and the Slayer couldn't blame them for either kind of reaction. Also, Team… well, you choose which one, all the teams collectively give the Slayer a wide berth. In a somewhat surprising turn of events, some of those whom the Slayer assisted actually seemed to grow to like him somewhat. Either thankful for the assistance, or thankful for the now unspoken mark their store carried of: 'The Doom Slayer will find out if you try and rob from us'. Now, 99.999999% of those on Alola wouldn't begin to imagine about doing such a thing, but there were some people who were dumb enough to try that. They also had terrible fashion sense and followed and idiot with orange hair. (Seriously, the Slayer REEEEEEEEEALLLLLLY didn't like Team Flare that much…) Oh, and Team Skull got the message too.

The Slayer also spent some time training with his team. Marowak and Aron seemed a bit hesitant about Daisy (at least Marowak did), but they both quickly warmed up, seeing her as another member of the team. Magikarp… well, no one could tell if it felt anything, really. Also, Marowak kept using it as a projectile weapon. However, the Slayer also reduced his team size by one; as the Pikipek he caught back when this all began had been very aggressive from the start. It was hostile to the other team members, and even Ash and his friends. Sensing this pokémon really and truly did not want to be part of this team, the Slayer had released the small woodpecker pokémon into the lush jungle, and it did seem genuinely thankful when that happened.

The Slayer wouldn't say he was sad, but he felt like there had been a failure on his end. As if he hadn't done something righ to try and bond with the bird pokémon. It was an odd feeling, and one he couldn't really put into words he wouldn't speak.

"Well, it happens." Hau had frowned as the small pokémon flew off, and the Slayer had nodded. "Sometimes, no matter how badly you want something to work, a bond just doesn't click, y'know?"

The Slayer had nodded again.

"…listen, I… I don't wanna try and sound like I know everything, but… that's the hardest part of being a Trainer, to me at least." Hau had remarked, and the Slayer looked to him curious where he was going with this. "It's a two-way thing, if the pokémon don't wanna work with you, you can try and work with them, but eventually they'll either change or break away. Sometimes… sometimes you have the bond, but they don't… and no matter what you do, you can't make that connection."

"From your tone, I believe it is fair to assume this has happened to you?" VEGA had asked, and Hau seemed to realize how much he had been saying, and quickly looked away awkwardly.

"I… it doesn't matter…"

"Hau, one of the leaders of these islands is your Grandfather, correct?"

"Yeah! Hala, he's the Kahuna of Melemele island!" Hau had smiled. "And someday, I'll be like him! The Kahuna of Melemele Island!"

"What exactly is a Kahuna?"

There had also been the blonde boy who grabbed Lillie post-Lysandre-smack-down. While he had yet to learn his name, the Slayer knew three things about him; one, he had one of the stupidest looking hairstyles the Slayer had ever seen. Two, he had been at the Tide Song hotel, and three, he was Lillie's brother. However, the Slayer kept those thoughts to himself, and didn't ask Lillie anything, as he had a hunch that may be a somewhat sensitive subject. He couldn't say why, but there was something about the way she had looked at him, as if she had seen him for the first time in years… but again, the Slayer didn't want to open more wounds. At least as far as Lillie was concerned.

Presently, the Slayer was finishing with the last batch of material moving he was 'assigned' by the police force, and now knew it was time to meet with these so-called 'Legendaries' Cynthia had been telling him about. While apprehensive about meeting pokémon with apparently such immense power that the Slayer wasn't sure how he could fight them, Cynthia and Mewtwo had raised a number of fair points, and in the end, even if they couldn't get him home, the Slayer wasn't here to make enemies. Perhaps meeting with some of the more powerful entities here would be beneficial to avoid any more senseless (but admittedly, kinda fun) violence.

"All right, you all ready?" Cynthia asked, nodding to the Slayer and the others. Ash and Hau seemed rather taken aback by the question.

"W..wait, what!?"

"Yes, the Slayer asked that you three come as well." Cynthia nodded. "As did Mewtwo, he asked that Lillie act as a sort of moderator for the Slayer, and he figured she'd be more comfortable if you were there as well."

Ash and Hau looked to Lillie, who smiled innocently, trying to make it clear she meant nothing by her request, but she didn't really want to go at this alone.

"I'm in!"

"Totally!"

"All right, let's go." Cynthia smiled, and the group got onto a small boat. Cynthia listed off the legendaries who would be there, as apparently not all of them would convene at once, as they were either doing their tasks, or didn't want to overwhelm everything all at once. Once they reached the meeting spot, the group got off the boat, the Slayer's Marowak carrying Aron while Daisy sat on Aron's back. There was silence, and then the sounds of wings flapping as several pokémon appeared from the sky. One looked like a flaming phoenix, the other looked to be made of ice, the third looked to be made of thunder, and the fourth looked to be simply white.

"…birds? Are you joking?" The Slayer thought, raising a brow in… honestly, in disappointment. He expected something grand and unpredictable, something like the two beasts he had encountered when he first arrived, Dialga and Palkia.

"That's him?" Moltres asked, looking down at the Doom Slayer. "This, is the infamous 'Doom Slayer'? He's just a man." There was something about the confidence and brashness in the flaming bird's voice that the Slayer honestly kind of respected. But at the same time, the Doom Slayer felt like he was being challenged.

"Wait… how… how are you talking?!" Ash asked, bewildered. "When I met you guys, you couldn't speak, so how-"

"Hey." Mewtwo nodded. "I have created a sort of translation field around us, allowing us all to commune in a langauge we will all understand."

"Back up! You've met these guys before?!" Hau asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, a while ago. It's a bit of a story." Ash remarked, rubbing the back of his neck. The Slayer sensed the immense power coming from Giratina, and immediately was put on edge. That power, that aura… it wasn't outright demonic, but it was far too close for comfort. He pulled out the gauss cannon and stepped in front of Ash and the others protectively.

"Lillie?" Cynthia said, looking to the young girl. "Is this normal?"

Lillie however, was too taken aback by the presence of the pokémon who surrounded them like some sort of ancient council to answer. Some of the present legendaries were agitated by the Slayer's reaction, and Moltres felt the need to fight, but Giratina stepped up and spoke shockingly calmly.

"If holding your weapons makes you feel more comfortable with this meeting, then I am just fine with it." Giratina spoke in a surprisingly calm tone, or a tone of someone who was thinking 'Screw it, just go with it.' "I understand I may remind you of the beasts you have encountered in your many years, but I speak truthfully now; I am not like them."

Okay, so that maaaayyyyyyy be a little bit of a lie, but still. Giratina figured (and really, really hoped) that the Slayer hadn't done a whole lot of research on the legendaries and seen some of the stories of him in the days of old… and what he used to be. Thankfully, the Slayer hadn't, but he didn't loosen up in the slightest. He did nod, signaling he was willing to listen at least. But he wasn't as concerned for his safety as he was concerned for the safety of those he was here with.

"He is a mere man, his strength lies in weapons, not in combat prowess." Moltres scoffed dismissively. "Yet you bend to his will, Giratina?"

To everyone's (Moltres included) shock, the Doom Slayer tossed his gauss cannon to the side and held his arms out as he approached Moltres, his body langauge saying 'I-will-kick-your-feathered-fiery-tail-all-over-these-islands'. No guns, no melee weapons, the Doom Slayer was going to fight Moltres with his fists.

"That's enough, you two." Giratina said matter-of-factly, looking over to the legendary birds with a flat look. Articuno nodded, Zapdos shrugged, and Moltres grumbled something inaudible. The Doom Slayer looked over to Giratina, and gave him an appraising look, as if questioning why he should listen to him. However, the Doom Slayer decided not to start something and listen to what this… dragon-thing was. However, Moltres wasn't quite done.

"He is a man! What could he possibly do against a being of such power like myself!?"

The Slayer looked around, then pointed to a nearby clearing, overgrown trees and floral practically strangling the ground.

"Are there any pokémon in that general vicinity?" VEGA asked. Everyone looked to one another, then finally, Hau spoke up.

"No…"

Without warning, the Slayer pulled out a massive gun, it had a flat top and all sorts of… things. At the centre was a bright green core, and it seemed to be charging up, creating a greenish-yellow ball which suddenly fired. The moment it skimmed the trees, they were no more. Everyone watched in amazement, horror, disbelief, or some combination of all three as a massive chunk of the forest was incinerated to nothing in mere milliseconds, and then the large sphere exploded, sending a shockwave out which destroyed another wave of trees.

"How…what…you just…"

"Did he just use Aura Sphere? From a gun!?" Hau asked. "That was awesome! What is that thing!?"

"Yes… what is that…?" Zapdos asked warily, amazed that such a (relatively) small device could do that much damage. He believed he could beat the Slayer in a fight, but if the Slayer had an arsenal with a weapon like that, brute force was not the solution.

"This is one of the largest accomplishments of the Union Aerospace Corporation." VEGA spoke. "It is known as the BFG, or 'Bio Force Gun'. However, it has an unofficial codename, which was far more frequently used. However, I am hesitant to say it due to the younger members of this mee-"

"What was it?" Ash cut in, and the Slayer nodded.

"…it was more commonly known as the Big F**king Gun 9000."

"I won't lie, that is somewhat impressive." Zapdos blinked.

"Is there a reason you wanted to speak with us?" VEGA asked, as the Slayer looked around the small meeting space.

"Yes." Giratina nodded. "We have heard stories of you, Doom Slayer, and are uncertain how much are fact and how much are fiction. Regardless of that, we do not seek conflict with you, and wanted to try and find a solution to your current situation that would be beneficial to both parties."

The Slayer nodded. That sounded good.

"Part of which would involve helping you find a way home."

The Slayer nodded. That sounded good.

"But would also involve you having to hold back on some of your tendencies."

The Slayer didn't nod. That sounded bad.

"What Giratina means, is that we ask you to not viciously attack everyone who angers you." Lugia spoke calmly, and the Slayer… seemed annoyed. He understood these people/pokémon hadn't met him until a few days ago, but he was more than a psychopathic mass murdering machine. Still, he nodded in understanding.


Somewhere far, far away, a small spherical mound rested. It floated in the air, in a cave lost to time awaiting… something. It didn't know what, but it could tell, that time was coming, and soon it would emerge once more.


"…he is gone."

A man spoke the words aloud, but didn't seem to believe them, as if he had been told that everything he ever knew was wrong.

"Impossible." The man frowned rising to his feet and looking out over the… well, sights. "Yet… it is so." He looked to his hands, clenching them into fists, shaking with anger, regret, self-loathing… sorrow. So many things he regretted, so many choices he wished he could take back, and the one who he owed more to than anything… now gone, forever.

"When his heart is laid to rest, then his soul will be at peace... and so will mine." The figure thought, looking up at the jagged stones which seemed to be flying of their own accord. "Yet now, he may never rest. He never truly could rest, could he? Perhaps, perhaps not…"

A calm sense of serenity washed over the man. A sense of… peace. For lack of a better word. Not real peace, not the kind of peace one would seek for in life, but rather, a sort of peace that one would've believed had long since been lost, and they would never find it again.

"May your battles be glorious." The man said quietly, nodding solemnly as if honouring a comrade who fell in battle. "May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never meet again."

The silence that followed was eerily unsettling, as if some unseen force shook their head at that remark.

"Yet I can sense this is not the case… there is a storm coming, and hell will ride with it."


And so round one of the meetings begin! Will things co smoothly? Will the Slayer be calm and understanding? Well, if the answer was 'Yes', then this'd be a pretty boring story…

I dunno, I've read a few DOOM crossovers in my time, and most of them don't even have the Slayer's thoughts. I'll try and keep it to less than one sentence at a time, but every now and then, I think having the Slayer's thoughts being heard by only himself (and you, the reader) makes sense.

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