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Anyway, here's the bonus. I apologize if there are any snafus. My grandfather literally just passed away this weekend, and I'm hastily posting this ahead of a busy week. Thanks for understanding!

Bonus: Memories

The first thing I remembered was waking up. I was on a floor. It was cold. And dark. I was so confused. But I couldn't form the words needed to ask what was happening. Golem never gave me the time to. He descended on me with his assistants. He frightened me. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to ask who I was. And why I was in such a strange room. But I was still trying to figure out how to get my body to work. It wasn't listening to me.

Nobody out there can understand how I felt. No Pokémon has ever had to deal with thinking they don't belong in their body. To feel like they want to burst out of their scales. But that's what it was like for me. In those first few moments, something simmered inside of me. Trying to claw its way through the flesh Golem had created for me. I wanted to scream. To shout. To tell them all to back off. But then he slipped that looplet onto my leg… and my world descended into chaos.

Suddenly, I wasn't me. I was a wild Manectric, stalking the cliffs of Aurora Vale. Launching myself at an unsuspecting Eevee and slaying it with my claws. Then, I was a Sharpedo, prowling through the Midnight Sea to pray on unsuspecting Magikarp. And then I became a Snorunt, looking up in terror as an avalanche descended upon me. A thousand memories flashed by in a matter of seconds. I now had hundreds of sets of parents. I was hundreds of Pokémon's mothers. I was hundreds of Pokémon's fathers. But none of the thoughts were pleasant. In some, I killed my own children, because they refused to listen to me. In other memories, I was the child, abandoned to the forces of nature for proving to be too weak to survive in a harsh Mystery Dungeon.

I had barely been alive – been me – for seconds, when Golem stripped me of my identity and replaced it with this dreadful surge of emotions. A thousand voices rose up and screamed at me. They filled my mind with rage, terror, hatred, and despair. They overwhelmed me. Searing pain gripped my head. I wanted to make it all stop. So, I gave in. I let the fury consume me and slaughtered Golem's assistants. "They deserved it," the voices said. "Look at what they had done to us. They'd stripped all of us of our freedom!" Initially, I didn't understand that. But after everything in the Catacombs, I realized what those voices meant. I finally knew why I always felt my scales crawl. And why this body never felt "right." Because it wasn't my body. It was a body that shouldn't have existed. I wish I could've known that when Golem restrained me. Maybe it would have given me some peace of mind.

Instead, I had to lie on his table, gripped by confusion, fear, and agony. The voices shouted the whole time he put on the mask. "Struggle," they said. "These restraints mean nothing to us. Destroy him. Kill our creator and go free!" But I couldn't break out. They blamed me. They tried to completely wrestle away my control. But, by that time, the mask was already on.

The battle in the Catacombs made me remember how painful the mask was when it was first attached. Its weight pressed down on my neck and shoulders. It crushed my face until I couldn't even feel it any more. I was suffocating, so I roared in pain. I still couldn't speak coherently, but I would've begged Golem to kill me. The agony was unbearable. The voices had gotten quiet, but I could still hear them. And they had only grown angrier. But there was nothing I could do. The pain continued to swell until darkness swallowed up my entire world.

Then there was nothing, until I woke up in the Observatory. Those memories? They had been sealed off. It was like I was coming to life a second time. But this time, there was a sense that something was missing. I was incomplete. There was this giant void in my mind. The entire time the mask was on, I imagined some sort of missing puzzle piece sitting in front of me. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach it. In fact, the more I thought about it – the more I struggled – the further the piece drifted away. That became my reality. And, of course, there was the pain. The mask still weighed on me. It still suffocated me. And the voices were there. But they weren't making sense any more. I could pick out the occasional word…

Maim. Kill. Slaughter. Revenge.

… but I didn't understand why they were so hostile. It terrified me. The Pokémon who tended to me did so cautiously. I saw the fear in their eyes. I was different. And different was bad. Different was scary. I didn't know what to tell them. All I could think about was the voices. And the pain. I just wanted to make them stop. Shaking my head worked. And hitting the helmet – hard enough to dent the walls – that helped a bit, too. That freaked out the Pokémon I'd started living with. But I didn't care. Nobody really talked to me. Even once I figured out how to speak… I didn't have anything to say. So, for almost half a year I sat there in silence. Wondering who I was. Wondering how I ended up like this and why I hurt so much. But most of all… what had I done to deserve this?

That's when Riolu entered my life. Even though our first encounter was nothing special, it stuck with me. Even as the mask broke and all the voices came surging back into my mind, I remembered her. Those soft red eyes… filled with curiosity. But also holding a great sadness. And yet, I zeroed in on Shane at the time. Seeing him made the voices mad. "He's a mistake," they said. "We can sense it. He's a beast. You must kill him, before he kills us!"

I tried to ignore them. After all, I didn't expect that Shane and Riolu would show up at my sentry station. I wasn't prepared. I had to stretch my willpower to its limits to stop myself from pouncing on Shane and tearing him limb from limb. After that day, I had expected them both to give me the cold shoulder, just like everyone else in the guild. Heck, Shane took it a step further. He openly mocked me. Called me a freak. Those words hurt. But I didn't want to let him see that he was getting to me. If I did, I feared those voices would get so loud I'd lose control.

So, imagine how surprised I was when Riolu came up to me. She wanted to talk to me. She wanted to know about me. I thought she was screwing with me. But then she told me I should join her team. I was stunned. And scared. I hadn't spent any extended periods of time with other Pokémon. The closest I had come was with Trapinch. But he never said much to me when we were on sentry duty. The voices didn't care about him. That was good enough for me.

I'm still not one hundred percent sure why I agreed to Riolu's suggestion. Maybe it was to spite the voices? I vaguely recall them thinking Riolu was doing this to distract me and protect Shane. Which seemed pretty absurd. Or maybe I had actually gotten sick of being indoors? In hindsight, even that sounded ridiculous. No, I think the real reason was because I sensed something in Riolu. There was loneliness and emptiness inside her… just like me. I mean, yeah, she had Shane. But I didn't get the sense the two of them were close. It seemed like them working together was a matter of happenstance.

I must have latched onto that thought. Because I stayed with Team Radiance, even with the voices telling me to stop. Even with Shane taking whatever opportunities he could to take digs at me. Riolu kept me going. She was a beacon that drew me to her. When I talked to her, I actually felt like I was someone who mattered. Like I was meant to be at the guild. The idea of being an explorer didn't seem so alien to me anymore. That nagging sense of emptiness slowly started to close.

But then the Mellath Bog mission happened. I was a bit shaken up at the prospect of Shane and Riolu splitting up. Sure, I thought Shane kind of deserved it with the way he'd been acting. But a small part of me believed there was something off about it. When Riolu asked me to take part, I just wanted to make sure she and Shane stayed off each other's backs. Guilty doesn't even began to describe how I felt when I brought that mission crumbling down. Seeing that Poipole whipped the voices up into a frenzy. It must've been because of the Poipole that Golem used to make me. I lost all control. I attacked Shane. He almost drowned because of me. If it wasn't for Riolu, I would've done something horrible. Even then, I had destroyed the last of Shane's patience. I don't blame him for acting the way he did. I'll bet he was scared. And upset. I can't imagine I'd have acted all that much differently.

I could tell that the Mellath Bog mission ended in a bad way. I was worried about Riolu, so I followed her and Shane. I was blindsided by the turn things took at Riolu's old house. To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement. The voices tried to seize on that. They wanted me to finish the job and take care of Shane. But I fought them off, for both Shane and Riolu. Because Riolu needed someone to be there for her. And Shane just needed someone to believe in him.

"You matter to me."

When I was trapped in those chains, I flashed back to the moment I said that to Riolu. Back on Azure Cape. Those words lingered in my head. They practically became tangible. I wanted to reach out and grab them. But then I heard Riolu say that heart-wrenching line…

"I've befriended a bloodthirsty killer!"

… and the voices came to life, seizing that memory and dragging it into the deepest, darkest abyss in the back of my mind. Their collective anger bubbled up inside of me. But it still wasn't enough to break the chains. So, they turned their vitriol on me. It was like I was falling back into the dark place I had started at before I met Riolu. There was nothing I could do to stop myself from slipping… until the Unown showed up and I heard the cries of pain above me. That ignited a spark deep inside me.

I had finally found it. The missing piece of my mind.

I grabbed it tightly, refusing to let go. And then the chains crumbled, taking the mask with them. The lost memories all returned at once, including the ones from the spirits Golem had used to create me. For a brief instant, I thought I would pass out from shock. But then I saw Riolu and Shane. I saw how hurt they were. And I took the voices' anger and directed it toward the Unown. I got us out of the Catacombs. But the adrenaline burst had worn off. My control over the voices was fading. So, I ran. I ran and I didn't look back. But Riolu and Shane… they came for me anyway. They helped drive the voices back one final time. Thanks to them, I finally had an identity.

All of these thoughts ran through my head as Comfey tended to my wounds. She didn't say anything to me. Was it the black blood that threw her off? Or was it my face? It didn't matter to me. She finally gave me the okay to leave. My first inclination was to find Riolu. But, Comfey plopped a bar of soap on my back and pointed down the hallway. One look at the bloodstains on my fur told me she had the right idea. So, I plodded out of the infirmary and made for the showers.

They were empty, thankfully. It felt strange standing in them. Mostly because I had tended to avoid them my whole time at the guild. The mask made it too hard to shower properly. But it was gone now. Its remains buried deep underground, never to be seen again. I turned the handle. Hot water cascaded down my face. It felt so soothing. The steam loosened my muscles, while the water droplets pelted my feathers and fur. I looked down at the soap bar on the floor, and then glanced at my looplet.

Psychic.

A tingle ran down my spine. For a brief second, I vanished from the showers. Suddenly, I was a Gothitelle, levitating up a small soap bar to scrub a young Gothita's head while singing a lullaby about Lugia. I blinked and jumped back into the Observatory. I looked around in confusion. That memory wasn't like the others. It was… sweet. Heartwarming, even. I was astonished. Weren't the spirits inside me angry? And focused on all the bad things that had happened when they were alive? Why did I remember this?

I pushed that thought aside and concentrated. To my delight, the bar of soap fluttered into the air. I moved it onto my chest and started rubbing. The suds tickled my feathers. I let out a giggle. I liked this feeling! It made my fur prickle. I couldn't help but start humming. I must've stayed under that shower for a good twenty minutes. Thank the gods no one walked in on me. That… would've been really awkward.

I forced myself out of the shower and found a new sensation. My stomach gurgled. An invisible hand had taken hold of my insides and started wringing them out like a wet towel. At first, I was puzzled. But then more memories started surfacing. I became a Snover. Weary. Tired. And trying to drag myself up the Invern Mountains. I managed to crawl into a cave, where a friendly Vanillish lay against a wall. It had a trio of berries next to it. I perked up and went for the berries…

… except my beak only managed to snap up air. Because I wasn't actually a Snover anymore. But the message rang loud and clear. This was hunger. Riolu had told me about it. But, when the mask was on, it somehow blunted that feeling. Just like it killed all the feeling in my face. I shoved those thoughts away and marched down to the dining area. Steenee was in the kitchen. She was quite surprised to see me.

"Oh. Hi," she greeted, looking up. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um, when's dinner?" I asked.

She could tell I was a bit embarrassed. The psychic memories helped me see that. But, to her credit, Steenee smiled and told me, "I can whip something up quickly for you. I know it's been one crazy day for you and your teammates."

"I'd really like that," I said. Before I could really process what was happening, she popped out of the kitchen with a plate in hand.

"Here. Mixed berries with a nutmeg glaze," Steenee declared. "This is your first time eating a berry, right?" she asked. I nodded. "I figured. The glaze will help them go down smoother and settle your stomach. Go on, try it."

I leaned over and nibbled at the dish. Berry juice splattered against my beak. It wasn't all that much different from the shower. But the taste. Oh, gods, the taste! The sweet bits of fruit spread out across my tongue and took in every bit of the syrupy texture. My eyes widened. My tail wagged slowly. This was what food was like? I can't believe I'd gone so long without getting to experience it for myself!

… except that wasn't entirely true. I froze with my head hovering over the dish. And, just like that, I was a Rockruff, looking at a freshly-picked oran berry my Midday Lycanroc mother had scavenged for me. And then I became a Geodude, gripping mineral rocks in my hands, eager to scarf them down. I squeezed my eyes shut and returned to the present. Again, I was surprised. These seemed like pleasant memories. Had something changed? The voices… were they not angry anymore? I heard the faintest whispers in the back of my mind but couldn't make anything out.

"Is everything okay?" Steenee asked.

I turned and smiled at her. "Everything's fine," I chirped and gleefully dug into the rest of my dish. I probably should've eaten it slower. I could've savored it that way. But I didn't care. My mouth tingled for a good minute after I'd swallowed my last bite. I thanked Steenee and departed the dining area. The hunger was gone, but a fresh dose of sluggishness had taken its place. I had a strong urge to go curl up in a ball and fall asleep.

"Oh… hey."

Shane's voice snapped me to attention. "Were you looking for me?" I asked.

"No. I was napping in our room," Shane admitted, letting out a yawn. "Guess I must've lost track of time."

"Do you know where Riolu is?"

"She had gone downstairs to see Milotic," Shane said. "I think she's still down there. Want me to go get her? I don't mind getting yelled at for going into the veterans' quarters again. Odds are, Haunter's probably hiding in one of the walls."

I turned my head to the right. For a brief second, I saw a cloud of dark blue and purple floating in the middle of the wall. "Haunter, I see you in there," I said. It was a bit surprising, just being able to see a life force like that. But I wasn't all that bothered by it, strangely enough. I couldn't help but smirk when Haunter popped out of the wall, a disappointed look in his eyes.

"Great. Just we need. Another psychic killjoy," he grumbled, and floated off dejectedly. I turned back to Shane, who had a relieved look on his face.

"Thanks for that," he said. "but, uh, you never answered my question."

"Oh, right," I said. "No, it's fine. I don't want to disturb her. I was just curious." I started walking away, but Shane stepped into my path.

"Um… listen. Can I talk to you… f-for a second?" he stammered.

"Of course," I said.

"I, um… hang on," Shane said. He looked down at the floor and rubbed his forelegs together dejectedly. His mind was a fountain of nervousness, gushing all around him. That thought made me consider turning off the psychic memories. But, I ruled against it.

"Take your time," I said.

Shane took a deep breath. "I want to apologize. For the way I had treated you back when… y'know…" He awkwardly pawed at the ground. "Back when the mask was on."

"I see," I muttered. It was refreshing to hear that. I knew that I had tried to come up with reasons why Shane acted the way he did. But at the time, I wasn't sure how much I really believed them. "You know, some of that stuff was pretty hurtful."

"I had no idea how bad things were for you," Shane said.

There was more to it than that. I wanted him to admit it. "And?" I said, trying to coax what I wanted to hear out of him.

Shane's shoulders sagged. "And I guess I was being pretty selfish," he whispered. He didn't see me give an approving nod. That's exactly what I hoped he would say. "So, um, I want to say… thanks. For encouraging me to do better. And saving my life today, of course." He stuck his forepaw forward. "Friends?"

Sure, it was just a word. But hearing it made my heart flutter. I stuck my foreleg forward and pressed my claws against his paw. "Friends," I said. We both lowered our forelegs and stared at each other for a moment.

"Heh…" Shane whispered. He blinked a few times. "I'm, uh, gonna go see if I can get something to eat. Catch you later." He walked past me, heading for the dining area.

Having a metal beak made smiling pretty hard. I could curve it slightly. But I had to settle for opening my mouth. I couldn't help it. The joyful thumping of my heart. The prickling of my fur. The tingling in my hind legs. I liked it. The idea of being happy. When the day started, that seemed out of my reach. But somehow, I had found it. I was staring it in the eyes. It even seemed to be soothing all the spirits inside of me.

That's when I heard their voices. "Go outside," they whispered in unison. "Please… do it for us." There wasn't any malice to them. And it was a simple enough request. So, I climbed up the stairs, and made my way out through the main entrance. I stepped onto the grass and plodded toward the edge of the hill. I lay down and looked up into the sky.

The sun was setting. It had painted the sky a mix of yellow and orange. Warm sunlight spread across my face. I shut my eyes and let out a happy trill. The heat wrapped my face up like an invisible blanket. As it did, memories flashed through my mind. I saw the same sunset, but this time I was on a plateau, overlooking lava. I was a Charizard, with a pair of children climbing onto my back to get a better look. Laughter filled up my mind. It quickly disappeared, and instead I was a Swablu sitting on Mt. Freeze. Fluffy wings enveloped me, and I looked into the shimmering eyes of my Altaria mother…

"Shane said you wanted to see me?"

I blinked a few times and turned to see Riolu standing there behind me. "Not exactly. I was just curious where you were."

"Right," Riolu mumbled. There was trepidation in her voice and it made my scales crawl. I still needed to get used to the more sensitive hearing that came with losing the mask.

"You can join me, if you'd like," I offered, scooting to the side. There were a couple of seconds of silence, followed by the crinkling of paws on grass. Riolu sat down next to me. Her shoulder brushed against mine, tickling my fur. I clamped my beak shut to avoid chirping and startling Riolu.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?" Riolu asked.

"I wanted to see my first sunset," I said.

Riolu looked at me in shock. "Wait… that doesn't many any sense. You've been here for months. Surely, you must've seen plenty of sunsets."

"Not really," I said. "Actually, I never left the Observatory before I met you." I poked at some blades of grass. "My old bedroom didn't have any windows, so I never saw a sunset until now. I don't think it would've mattered much, anyway. The mask… it made it pretty hard to see anything that wasn't directly in front of me."

"I'm so sorry," Riolu whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder. A warmth surged inside of me. My heart fluttered again.

"Don't be. It's not your fault," I said. "I mean, technically the spirits have seen plenty of sunsets. But I wanted to experience one as me." I furrowed my brow. "That… probably didn't make much sense. Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I think I can understand," Riolu said. She sighed.

"What's bothering you?" I asked.

"Huh? N… nothing! I'm okay," Riolu said. She was lying, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. So, I quickly backed off.

"How's, uh, Milotic doing?" I asked instead.

"Not so hot," Riolu said. "I think she's taking Dragonair's departure pretty badly. She's blaming herself. Told me that if she had just stayed by Dragonair's side the whole night, maybe she would've stuck around."

"Maybe." I gave a little shrug. "I don't really think any of us could've possibly known what was going through Dragonair's mind yesterday. Well, except for Metagross, I suppose." Tessa shuddered, bristling my fur. "Yeah. The less said about him, the better," I added. Silence followed. Tessa's trepidation continued sounding through my head. I turned and looked at her. Her aura feelers kept twitching and rubbing up against my leg. My chest knotted up. I didn't want to upset her, but I hated seeing her conflicted like this.

"Riolu, I'm a psychic-type right now," I said. She looked up at me and her eyes widened in realization. "I can tell something's troubling you. Please… just talk to me," I begged. "I want to help."

Riolu slumped down. "I'm not really sure it's something you can fix. It's… complicated."

"Complicated is my life," I said, adding in a chuckle for good measure. "Try me."

"I was just thinking," Riolu whispered, "about what I saw in the Catacombs." She wrapped an arm around my knee. It was weird, feeling her fur brushing against my chitin. "It was hatred that drove Golem to do everything that he did, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well–" Riolu took a deep breath. "–Isn't it pretty much the same with Zero? She wants to destroy all the Legendaries. She has that same hatred Golem had. And, judging by Espeon's memories, it sounds like she might be related to the Guiding Light thing that Golem created. Umbreon seems to think it may have possessed Lunala somehow."

My chest tightened as yesterday's conversation with Shane sprang to mind. He was absolutely sure that Zero was Riolu's mom. And I believed him. I wanted to tell Riolu about it so badly. But seeing her sitting there next to me… trying to keep her composure… I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I said, "She's not going to succeed. Someone will find a way to stop the Prism Virus."

Riolu winced. "I guess so," she mumbled. "I just wish we didn't have to do this."

"Do what?"

"Y'know… fight the Prism Virus," she whispered. Riolu turned to the side. Her snout came to rest on my back and she let out a shaky breath. "After a year on my own – of feeling lonely all the time – I've finally found someone I can relate to. Someone who's filling the voids that my family left."

She was talking about me, of course. Though I also saw the faintest glimpses of Shane in her mind. Granted, it was only the Shane from the last couple of days. But he was still there. I didn't say anything. I couldn't figure out to respond. So, Riolu continued, "All I want to do is spend time with you. Relax. Maybe play games, like we did this afternoon. I want to go back to the fun times I had before my family started disappearing…"

Something wet dripped onto my fur. My heart sank.

"I want to recreate those nights on the beach with Gallian, gazing up at the stars, telling stories, and eating roasted marshmallows. I want to bring back the picnic lunches I had with Mom and Dad in Sunrise Village. B… but… I can't." Riolu shivered. "Instead, we wake up every morning, and our backs are put against the wall. Every day seems to bring new, terrifying things for us to deal with. And I just…" She sucked in a breath. "I just don't know how we can possibly make it through this stuff."

Her head flopped onto my back, making me grunt in surprise. "You've been the lone bright spot in all of this for me," she whispered, rubbing my back with a paw. "Shane's… getting there. I'm much more comfortable around him now. But you're still my best friend." She got choked up. "I almost lost you today. And not to the Prism Virus. To my own cowardice." Her snout brushed against my fur. "I don't want to fight the Prism Virus anymore. Because I don't want to lose you. I've lost everyone else. I need you in my life."

I shuffled to my right, giving me room to crane my head to my left. "Riolu," I whispered. I pulled psychic power up from my pool of spiritual energy. It rushed up my neck and settled at the tip of my beak. I leaned over and gently touched the tip of my beak to Riolu's forehead. Her ears stuck up and her aura feelers stiffened. She squeaked in surprise.

"W… what are you–?" she started, but then her eyelids slowly fluttered closed. I wrapped my upper body around her and squeezed her in a tight embrace.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said. "You're right. Golem did make me with hate in his heart. He wanted me to channel hate… and use it to kill. But that's not what I want. I have friends now. You and Shane… you make me happy. You've helped the voices remember the happy moments from their lives."

"I… I did?"

I nodded. "That's why I'm going to put a stop to the Prism Virus. I'm going to fight so that Pokémon of all shapes and sizes can know this feeling. This happiness. And it starts by taking out the Prism Virus," I said. "And when that's done… I promise, we'll spend a day together at the beach." I nudged the tip of her snout with my beak. "Just the two of us."

It took a moment for my comment to sink in. When it did, Riolu blinked the tears out of her eyes. A smile crept onto her muzzle. She rested her head against my shoulder and rubbed my back. "Thank you," she sniffled. "That would really mean a lot to me."

"You're worth it," I said.

"Oh… I'm interrupting something, aren't I?"

My head snapped around to see Shane standing behind us. I was surprised I didn't sense him coming, but I guess that meant I still needed practice with my new powers. Shane looked down and sheepishly poked at the grass with a forepaw. "Err… sorry… I didn't mean to bug you guys. I'll, um, go back inside."

He was halfway turned around when Riolu said, "Shane, do you want to join us? We're watching the sunset."

My eyes widened. I had considered making a similar offer, but figured Riolu wouldn't like that. Guess I wasn't the only one full of surprises. Shane turned back around, his tails wagging independently of each other. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude," he said.

"You're fine," Riolu said. "I think after the last couple of days, we could do with a quiet moment like this… as a team."

Shane's ears perked up and he walked over. He looked between me and Riolu. To my surprise, she scooched closer to me and patted the grass next to her. Shane smiled and sat down next to her. I lowered my head down to the grass. Riolu leaned over and rested against my shoulder. Shane looked awkwardly at the two of us, until Riolu extended a paw. Shane scooted closer and lay down on the grass. His head came to rest in Riolu's lap.

"I wish this moment could last forever," Shane sighed.

"Me too," Riolu said.

I nodded silently. Golem had created the God Killer to make his hateful wishes come true. But after today, I wasn't the God Killer anymore. I was Silvally. And I was going to fight to preserve happy memories like this one.

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