Many weeks had passed since Mew had fled, and Arceus suspected he was slowly going mad.

Yes, bonkers.

Looney.

Insane.

Perhaps even psychotic.

Whatever adjective you deemed worthy, yes; mentally unstable.

At first he though little of it, being to enraptured in the bliss of having the solitude denied to him for centuries, but slowly the feeling started to creep up on him. At first it was nothing more than looking over his tail every once in a while, believing he had heard Mew playing one of her games. Then it progressed to him talking to himself, but he merely played it off as him simply not being used to having no one around.

But then after he started screaming at the walls to stop whatever devious schemes they were carrying out, he realized that there was a problem. It was only reinforced by the fact that, judging from the pink shards of broken glass before him, he had painted a vase in a crude rendition of Mew, levitated it, and started chasing it around his home while shouting for it to halt. Fixated at the mess he had apparently created, Arceus was too mortified at what was happening to him to detect a presence approaching. He turned around when he heard the doors opening to see Palkia standing in the doorway, a white arm outstretched to keep the door open.

"Son!" Arceus exclaimed gleefully, galloping up to Palkia. Said Legendary of Space was so startled by Arceus' behavior he lurched back and was promptly hit in the face by the heavy bronze door.

"Ugh..." he grunted as Arceus mentally lifted him back to his massive feet.

"It's so good to see you again! It's feels like ages since your last visit." Arceus said, nuzzling his head on top of Palkia's.

"Dad, you're scaring me."

"Oh nonsense, can't I enjoy a moment with my son?"

"No. You haven't given me a hug since I trapped Dialga in the Super Smash Bros. dimension seven years ago." Palkia then took a step back, breaking free from his 'Father's' embrace, and raised a claw to Arceus' grey forehead.

"You don't feel warm, but you're certainly not acting right..." he mused to Arceus' confusion. "You wouldn't happen to be Ash masquerading as Arceus, would you?"

That idiotic statement seemed to ignite Arceus' temper once more. "Of course I'm not! How could you even propose something so preposterous, let alone doubt my authenticity!?" The equine being nearly shouted out in a barely controlled fit of rage. Palkia seemed to be satisfied with his response, despite having to hold his head in a futile attempt to block out Arceus' powerful voice that seemed to transcend even telepathy.

"Dad? Who are you talking to?" Arceus' head snapped to the side as he saw Palkia standing on the glass platform outside the door, looking at him like he had grown a second head. Arceus quickly returned the look before going back to the other Palkia to see that he was no longer there. While Palkia looked on the scene with confusion and mild concern, Arceus slowly came to a mortifying realization in the back of his head.

He needed Mew.

Without warning, Arceus disappeared in a blinding burst of brilliant gold light, forcing the real Palkia to cover his eyes to keep from being blinded.

Mew was frolicking about a field of daisies, happily munching on a chocolate bar and humming a merrily little tune to herself without a care in the world. In the background, the city she got said chocolate bar from was ablaze and tearing itself apart in a frantic search, having dissolved into pure anarchy and chaos at the mere sight of her. She then floated down to the sea of flowers beneath her and rested in them, stubby arms behind her circular head, and began watching the clouds pass by. Her view was suddenly blocked by Arceus appearing out of nowhere, towering above her resting form and gazing down at her. Mew cringed, but realized she was trapped and closed her eyes so she wouldn't be forced to look death in the face.

When she opened her eyes again, fully expecting something radically different from where she had just been, she was met with an amused look from Arceus, who was resting in the meadow across from her. Not knowing what else to do, she pushed herself off the ground a bit into a sitting position and waited for him to say something. After some undetermined amount of time had passed, one that had been completely dominated by silence save the occasional gust of wind, Mew came to the conclusion he had the same idea and decided to break the ice with the most obvious thing she could think of.

"So... you're not going to kill me?" Arceus shook his head.

"No, Mew. I-" Arceus swallowed his pride and bit back some nausea as he prepared himself. "I would like you to come back to the Hall."

"Really?" Mew asked excitedly, beginning to rock back and forth on her feet like a giddy child. "Does that mean-"

"No!" Arceus snapped, but quickly reversed his position with a sigh. "Perhaps... Perhaps I might have come to... appreciate you in recent days."

Arceus' face turned a shade of green after saying that, but Mew took no notice. "Aw... This is great Arcy! We can be best friends and play games and go to carnivals and-"

"No! NO!" Arceus quickly screamed out in fear, but quickly berated himself internally at seeing Mew's quivering lip and silently apologized. "I... I guess I could make some time to play with you. But we can talk more about this back at the Hall." Arceus' eyes shimmered for a moment before he and Mew were consumed by another wave of golden light, both vanishing without a trace. Unless if you count the giant burning city in the background, news reel of Mew buying a candy bar, and said wrapper carelessly discarded in the meadow, complete with one of her hairs stuck to the plastic via chocolate.

A few weeks had passed since Mew returned to the Hall, and things had returned to their semi-chaotic normal. Though Arceus still disliked her antics, he reminded himself it was far better than the alternative, and ultimately made his peace with them.

So, on one rather bland morning, Arceus awoke and immediately realized it was Christmas. He immediately looked around his room, half expecting Mew to be hiding somewhere so she could pounce on him and announce the obvious like an excited child, but was surprised when she was nowhere to be found. He excited his chambers and floated into the main hall where she would usually be in the mornings, but there was still no sign of her.

Just as he was about to go search the rest of the Hall for her, the doors to the room suddenly opened. Mew sauntered in, eyes half open and clutching a small package concealed in the cliché colors of green and red. She proceeded to float up to him tiredly, placing the small package at the base of his golden hooves like a peace offering.

"Merry Christmas, Arcy..." she managed to say while yawning. Arceus smiled inwardly, floating up the parcel to his eye length and used his obscure mental powers to remove the wrapping from the gift to see what it was.

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Seasons 1 - 8

Arceus rolled his eyes at the gift.

"Mew, you just ripped of Nine in the Afternoon."

"Hey, I spent all night looking for the change to buy that for you! Besides, it's the thought that counts." she said indignantly while crossing her arms.

"But it wasn't your ide-"

"Well, that wasn't the only thing I got you." Arceus stopped mid-sentence, partially afraid of what else she had got him. Mew proceeded to pull out the Lustrous Orb, Adamant Orb and Griseous Orb from virtually nowhere, and immediately flew across the room, dropping each one a distance from the others. Arceus could hear the voice in the back of his head yelling at him to stop her, but for reasons he could only identify as plot convenience, he permitted her to continue. After creating a triangle with them, she floated back to Arceus' side and immediately exerted her psychic powers. The orbs seemed to respond to them, as three portals were generated by them, and trio of dragon types promptly tumbled out of their respective ones before they closed. Arceus stood horrified at the scene, while Mew floated up to his face.

"Merry Christmas, Arcy!" she shouted, this time far more energetically, once more. Unfortunately for Arceus, she happened to be close to his face, and the equine being stumbled back at the sudden noise. "I know you haven't had a Christmas with your sons in a while, so I figured that maybe you've missed being with them."

Arceus smiled at that, his hard gaze softening as he looked at Mew, genuinely touched by her gesture. He was shocked out of his short state of elation when he noticed the Creation Trio beginning to shake out of their stupor.

"Thank you Mew. While this means much to me, you really shouldn't have done that."

"Why?" It was a simple, innocent question, which unfortunately held a very ugly answer. Arceus couldn't muster the heart to tell her, so the white Pokémon simply used his powers to spin Mew around so she could take a look at the unfolding disaster. The creation trio had risen back into a standing position, and the moment they noticed each other, they immediately dropped into a battle stance.

"YOU!" all three shouted at once, believing the other to be responsible for dragging them out of their dimensions. Though Arceus knew it would be futile, he still made an attempt to calm his sons down as he galloped down to them.

"Cease!" he commanded. His order seemed to succeeding in keeping them from unleashing their signature moves on each other, if only for the moment. "I was the one who summoned the three of you here." Arceus said, while Mew grew wide eyed in the background. That managed to draw the trio's attention away from each other, each eyeing their father with a different emotion.

"It has been a very long time since we have been able to gather as a family. While I know that you three would very much like to maim each other currently, could I ask all of you to put aside your petty squabbles for one day, for this one Christmas, and enjoy it with me?" the trio seemed to genuinely consider his plea, much to Arceus' surprise, and exchanged glances amongst themselves. Palkia let out a sigh and turned to Dialga, who only nodded in return. Giratina opened his mouth.

"No." he said right before releasing an Aura Sphere at Dialga, followed in lightning quick succession with a Dragon Pulse aimed at Palkia. Arceus' eyes flashed for a brief moment, and the gargantuan Ghost Type was slammed against the nearby wall by the sheer force of his will before the attacks were redirected back at him. Arceus slowly turned around to face the near-unconscious Giratina, while the Time-Space duo slowly backed away from the display of unbridled power.

"I will not have you misbehaving today. Understand?" Giratina let out a weak nod, which seemed to satisfy Arceus.

"Wonderful!" he said in a nauseatingly upbeat tone even by Mew's standards, clearly happy with how things had turned out, and hovered away from the carnage as if it was as common as the pillars that adorned the room. "Well, I suppose I should go cook something for the four of you."

Arceus then disappeared around a corner, and the four legendaries all looked to each other nervously at hearing that the Alpha Pokémon would be making a meal for them. Dialga nudged Palkia on the shoulder, urging him to go after their father. The Legendary of Space started mumbling under his breath, but quickly got over his dissatisfaction with being chosen as the scapegoat and ran after Arceus.

"Dad, why don't we just go to Waffle House? My treat!" The other two members of the Creation soon followed suit, attempting to dissuade Arceus from the real reason why they never celebrated Christmas with him. Having been left alone in the main hall, Mew turned around.

"I think I'll just cut off the skit here. If it dragged on any longer, we might as well add in a review and call it a day." she mused before developing a big grin. "Anyway, from me, Arceus and the fourth wall; have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" Mew then smiled and waved as an explosion went off from the direction of the kitchen, with Arceus and the Creation Trio emerging from it seconds later. All four were covered in ash, condiments and food, and were headed for the door. Mew gave one last wave before floating off to join the four.

Note from the Author:

And done. Personally, I'm a bit upset at myself for being unable to finish this when I wanted to. Originally it was supposed to be just between Mew and Arceus, but the ideas kept flowing and I couldn't stop writing. That said, credit goes to Glory For Sleep being as I spoofed some of his ideas and writing style in this chapter.

Anyways, my last update for the year! I probably won't be back until February, since I want to devote January to a few oneshots and a massive revision, but I hope this was enjoyable for all of you.

Merry Christmas!