On a distant beach in the Hoenn region, a small Pokemon sat with a fishing rod in her hands, trying to catch a fish to eat.

"... This sucks." Hoopa announced, reeling her rod in to reveal nothing on the line. Again. For like, the eighth time in a row, minimum.

"I told you this would happen without bait." Diancie replied, sunning herself on a beach chair.

"Yeah, but what are we gonna do? Eat Berries? Again? I'm pretty sure if I eat another one, I'm going to have an aneurysm." Hoopa replied, getting up to cast again, when the sound of something opening came from behind her.

"Hoopa, Diancie." A familiar voice announced from the portal. "You need to help me save the world." Darkrai said as he stepped out, removing his pair of cool shades. He was also wearing a punk rock jacket covered in spikes, and various colored lasers constantly shot out of the portal behind him.

"Darkrai? Where have you been, man?" Hoopa asked, floating up to him.

"Oh I've been raving like a madman." Darkrai admitted, holding up his wrists to show the numerous glow stick bracelets on them. "But that's not important! We're getting the band together."

"You don't mean…?" Diancie asked, sitting up.

"Yup. The Legendaries are coming together once again."

Out through a portal, the trio stepped into a seemingly abandoned Pokemart, the shelves empty and the lights flickering ominously. "Well this place is clearly haunted." Hoopa remarked as she floated out, looking around. "Who lives here anyway?"

"You'll see." Darkrai replied, stepping over a few empty jars of Nutella. "Dialga, buddy, you in here?"

"They all called me crazy." A voice whispered back. "They called me crazy! Said you couldn't eat all the Nutella in the world!" A large blue mass started rising up from behind the shelves. "Well I showed them all! Who's crazy now, huh, Palkia?!" Dialga shouted, letting out a crazed laugh.

"... Whaaaaaat happened to him?" Diancie asked, giving Darkrai a look.

"He basically went crazy trying to eat all the Nutella across time." Darkrai replied dismissively. "Dialga, buddy, we kinda need your help."

"H-Help?!" Dialga yelped, whirling around. "I can't help you, you can't get me more Nutella! Delicious, hazelnutty Nutella…" He added, an eye twitching.

"..." Hoopa opened a portal and pulled out a jar of Nutella. "How about now?"

"Bitchin' what we doing." Dialga replied, standing up and seemingly dropping the crazy act entirely.

… Does he just do that to get more Nutella? Diancie asked herself, frowning.

"We're getting the Legendaries back together, do you know where Arceus is?" Darkrai asked, tossing Dialga the jar of Nutella.

"Oh Mom? She's doing what she always does when she has a Mental Breakdown."

"... And that is?" Hoopa asked.

"Well we have to wait for the transition line." Dialga replied, looking at me, the author. Unfortunately for him, I'm lazy, and as such, even an hour later they were still there.

"... Still nothing?" Hoopa asked, lazily bouncing a ball off the wall.

"They're usually here by now." Dialga replied. "He uses them all the time, some would argue too much even."

"And we can't just use my portals?" Hoopa replied, opening a portal to pull out a paddleball.

"No that would be a waste of the-"

"-Plot space aaaaaaand we're here." Dialga replied, looking around.

"... Anyone else ever feel like he has it out for us?" Diancie asked. Little did she know, I did. Anyway, our heroes were standing outside a bar named "Toxicitry's Trouble Drownings". "... What's a Toxicitry." Diancie asked, squinting.

"Oh yeah a new Generation came out while we were split up." Darkrai replied, waving it off. "Apparently there's something about it though that's sketchy? I'm not really sure what however." He added as he walked into the bar.

Inside, it was dark and grungy, with the only lighting being the various neon pieces over the walls and the spotlights pointed at the stage… Where an incredibly plastered Arceus was singing her heart out in her Fairy Form.

"DOOOOON'T STOP. BELIIIIIIIEVING. HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEEEELING!" She crooned as she gave the mike as she had… and her two companions backed her up. A pair of blue and red wolves.

"Yeah baby knock them dead!" Zamazenta shouted as he fucking whaled on the keys of a piano with his paws, sounding about as horrible as Arceus and looking just as plastered. His sister, Zacian, was going hard on a saxophone, and compared to her bandmates, she sounded like gold. She also was actually sober, so when she spotted Darkrai and co. she pointed them out to Arceus.

"Ay Arcie isn't that your old family?" Zacian asked, pointing her saxophone at them.

"Huh…?" Arceus replied, squinting to try and focus on the blobs Zacian was pointing out. "Uh… Maybe…? H-Hol' on." she mumbled, taking a step forward… And completely flopping off the stage, faceplanting. "... Ow."

"What do you want." Arceus grunted, holding a bag of ice to her head as she sat at the bar. "Bartender, give me another Berry Juice."

"You're cut off you crazy broad!" A Toxicitry shouted from down the bar. "I cut you off an hour ago!"

"... I made you." Arceus grumbled.

"Look, we're getting the band back together." Darkrai replied. "We've been apart so long the viewers of this story have gotten sad, and as such I've taken it upon myself to fix that! And to do that, we'll need you."

"More importantly, who are these two." Hoopa asked, pointing at Zacian and Zamazenta.

"Well we're the Rulers of Galar baby!" Zamazenta replied proudly. "Well, we were."

"Until you decided that being a ruler was too boring and that we just had to get into music!" Zacian replied angrily.

"... But you're good at it." Zamazenta replied, frowning.

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT YOU IDIOT."

"They're my friends." Arceus interjected. "Better friends than any Legendary was." She added.

"Ouch." Diancie muttered, sipping a Lemonade. "Nice to know we left a positive impact on you."

"Well how could you when you-" Arceus began angrily, getting up, when Dialga pushed her back down.

"Stop that." He said. "You need-" He was cut off by a patron shouting "HEY! It's Dialga! What's he doing in Galar?!"

"What's his problem?" Hoopa asked, looking over the patron, a rather angry Mr. Ryme who was trying to light something.

"Oh, yeah we forgot to mention!" Zamazenta replied, grinning. "Ya'll foreign Legendaries aren't allowed around here!" He added as the Mr. Ryme lit his object: a pitchfork.

"..."

"WE'RE WHAT?!" The group shouted as the bar erupted into chaos.

"Okay! Think we lost them, finally." Darkrai huffed from the trees they were all hiding in, although the one Darkrai and Arceus were in looked like it was about to snap at any moment.

"Y'know, it would've been real helpful to let us know about that ahead of time!" Hoopa hissed, smacking Zamazenta on the back of the head.

"Sorry, sorry!" The wolf replied between laughs. "But the look on your faces was absolutely worth being chased by that angry mob!"

"Well, where do we go from here Darkrai?" Arceus asked, trying to right herself in her tree. "Because lemme tell you, I'm not hiding out in this tree any longer, I've got branches in my-"

"Okay okay I get it. Look, I didn't want to do this, but… We might have to camp out at the Hall." Darkrai replied, looking down at the still searching

"The Hall? As in, the one we all used to live in before the incident?" Arceus asked. "Can we even get there?"

"Yeah it's really easy. You just gotta let the Author warp us."

"Wow it really is that easy." Arceus remarked as she looked at their new surroundings. The group was standing in front of the massive doors to the Hall of Origins, still as gleaming as ever. "... It's amazing this place still looks this good after how long we were gone."

"Yeah, it's almost like we never-" Diancie began, only to watch Articuno casually fly in from behind them and land at the door to open it. "... Left… Articuno, is that you?"

"Hm?" The Ice Bird looked behind him and saw the group. "Oh hey guys, how's it going?"

"How's it- We've been gone for years!" Darkrai replied incredulously, pointing at his rave gear. "Where have you been?!"

"... At… the Hall? You guys left a week ago after a spat that Arceus got really angry about and started calling 'The Incident' and got so angry she went to some new region to get plastered."

"... Wait… Oh yeah that makes sense!" Hoopa recalled, thinking back to The Incident.

One Week Ago...

"Hey Arceus, what's your favorite color?" Hoopa asked as she passed the Pokemon in the Hallway.

"Oh! … Ah, I'm a bit of a charleteuse 'mon you know?" Arceus replied after giving it some thought.

"Oh. I'm not a fan personally." Hoopa replied, before floating off.

"... Not… Not a fan…?" Arceus repeated, looking after Hoopa in shock. Shock quickly gave way to anger, and she angrily shouted "HOW CAN YOU NOT BE A FAN?!" and started firing Judgements at Hoopa.

"... Kinda forgot it was over something that stupid." Hoopa admitted, rubbing the back of her head.

"Oh yeah! That explains why the last thing I remember here was seething anger!" Arceus replied, frowning. "... Huh. This feels really anti-climatic."

"I think the Author just wanted to get this chapter out and couldn't figure out a sexy way to end this." Articuno replied. "Well, c'mon, let's get you folks inside!"

So yeah, uhhhhh… Hi! It's really been five years since I started this story. And uh… Two years since I last updated it. As you could probably tell… I'm rusty. But with some luck, I'm back as well.

And, well, I intend to finish this story by the time I leave again. Finish up the Team Eternal thing, get the whole story wrapped up! So before that, I want your help! For the next ten chapters, I'll be basing them off fan submissions. Got a character interaction, a funny joke, anything? I'll try and squeeze them in! So… Here's to hoping I don't abandon ya'll again. Cheers.