Arceus was sitting on the floor in the grand hall, floating a book titled 'How Not to be Seen' in front of his face while Mew was watching an old rerun of Seinfeld on the television. He flipped through a page, his red eyes gazing over the contents of the book, before repeating the process once more a few minutes later. Mew, on the other hand, just floated around absentmindedly, swaying back and forth before shifting from upright to upside down, then laying on her back midair, all the while keeping her large blue eyes glued to the machine.

After a few more minutes of this process, Arceus tore his gaze away from the book to the stain glass windows that adorned the hall, only to see that the once vibrant colors they would create when mixed with sunlight were replaced with dull and lackluster ones due to the magnitude of the moon's light. The Alpha Pokémon turned the television off with a simple exertion of his will, causing Mew to stop floating midair and fall to the ground. The Pink Pokémon in front of him got up, spun around and pouted at him, crossing her arms in a sign of obvious annoyance.

"Time to go to bed, Mew."

"Aw! C'mon Arcy; they were just getting to the good part! Besides; I'm a legendary, it's not like I need to sleep much! Please; five more minutes Arcy!" Mew pleaded, sticking out her bottom lip and putting on the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster, only to be met with apathy from Arceus. The white Legend said nothing, merely shook his head and lifted up one of his golden hooves, pointing it in the direction of the room he had made for her.

"Fine..." she muttered disdainfully, before floating off in the direction he had pointed at. After Mew had floated off to her room with a surprising amount of compliance, Arceus closed the book and set it off to the side of the television.

"I suppose I could use some rest as well." Arceus himself floated off after that, going around his lavish throne and entering his chambers via the door concealed beneath the shadow of it. The pseudo-deity rarely rested, but the past week had been surprisingly tame both on earth and in his home, leaving him with little else to do. Arceus lowered himself onto the large, pad-like mattress that served as his bed, and quickly willed himself asleep.

Arceus found himself sitting on his throne in his usual fashion, nothing seemingly abnormal about his surroundings. That peaceful reverie was quickly cut short as he actually took stock of them, shocked to find that every Legendary in existence had seemingly pilled into the Grand Hall, and were currently running amok in a chaos, anarchy filled manner. Except Rayquaza, who was currently coiled up in a corner napping.

Immediately Arceus' thoughts flew to Mew being the culprit responsible for this madness, but after quickly gazing over the crowd to find that she wasn't even present, that theory fell flat on its face. But then Arceus reexamined the crowd itself, and found that, though he recognized them as Legendaries, they looked different. Stronger. Imposing. Formidable. And even in a few cases; silly.

But his marvel at their new Mega Evolutions/Primal Reversions/Whatever Legendary-exclusive upgrade Pokémon comes up with in the future quickly turned to rage at their behavior, and he immediately floated down from his throne.

"Cease this at once!" he bellowed, to no avail. The Legendaries continued their mad party like the world was ending, and chances were, if they kept it up, it would. Mewtwo, who had a... tail on his head (?) floated by, taking a disinterested glance at Arceus.

"It's not like any of us have to listen to you now; you're no longer the strongest Pokémon in existence." Arceus' red eyes immediately narrowed in blind rage, inwardly screaming blasphemy, and was tempted to wake up Rayquaza and put Mewtwo through Stopping the Storm again. But, before he could dish out a very bloody judgment, Mewtwo continued.

"After all; both mine and Rayquaza's base stats exceed yours with Mega Evolution now, and last time I checked you had no Mega Form." Mewtwo the floated off nonchalantly, like he had just insulted anyone that wasn't Arceus. Before the Alpha Pokémon could literally bring the roof down on Mewtwo, he heard a voice behind him that sent a chill down his spine.

"Hiya, Arcy!" Arceus slowly turned around, horrified at what Mega Evolution monstrosity might await him. To his great relief, the Mew he saw was the normal, pink, small, hyperactive, head-tail free Legendary who he knew and tolerated. And that was promptly dashed as Mew was inexplicably enveloped in a bright light, emerging in her Mega form as it died down.

"Oh, cool! I got a Mega Evolution, Arcy!" Arceus' eye twitched in anguish, his body paralyzed at the horror of what she might do with her newfound power. And she wasted no time in putting them to use, conjuring a mountain of enamel-killing sugary treats around her and the equine Pokémon. If Arceus had a hand, he would have used it to slap his forehead.

"Only Mew would abuse power in such a harmless manner..." leaving Mew to her gluttony, Arceus turned back to the mass of Pokémon gathered in the Grand Hall. He tried to overpower them, and force them out of the room using his will, only to find that their Sp. Defense was high enough that it managed to resist him.

"I hate game logic." he muttered bitterly, before the logic of the whole situation finally clicked with him. "Wait; this is just a dream."

Arceus then looked downwards at his own form as an, admittedly, immature thought entered his head. Rather than just banish what he deemed to be a nightmare, why not play along?

The figments of his imagination that served as the Legendaries immediately stopped what they were doing as a blinding light suddenly filled the room, forcing everyone to look away from the source of it. When the enveloping brightness finally dissipated, everyone took a look at Arceus, who looked even more regal, and ready to banish all of them to the Distortion World if they didn't leave at once. As Arceus caught the sight of Mewtwo, another childish thought entered his mind, one that resembled something more that Mew would have come up with than he would have. But, seeing as this was a dream, he could get away with that which he would normally never allow himself to in reality. Arceus immediately discharged a Hyper Beam at the Psychic in retribution, the massive beam of energy enveloping the manmade Legendary and the wall behind him in seconds, leaving nothing but a humongous, gaping whole in the wall in its wake.

Arceus, and the other Legendaries for that matter, were to busy looking on in awe and terror respectively, at the fact that Arceus' Mega/Divine Evolution was powerful enough to overcome his weakness of walls. Unfortunately, none of them noticed the cracks that were starting to form all across the room, and reacted to late when the roof fell in on them.

The white Pokemon's eyes shot open at the impact of the imaginary stone, his non-existent breathing hitched. The Pokémon immediately recollected himself, mentally berating his subconscious for coming up with such a scenario and himself for going along with it, and suffering a sneaking suspicion that Mew would have been able to get away with what he dreamed of doing.

Arceus muttered a few reassurances to himself before closing his eyes, drifting back off to sleep.

This time he found himself in what appeared to be a crowded cathedral.

Arceus blinked at that. "Cathedral? In Pokémon? Well, there is the one in Hearthome..."

Having settled that menial detail, the whatever unholy monstrosity his subconscious had cooked up this time continued. Arceus, much to his surprise and slight distress, found that his body seemingly moved on its own, and that its destination was towards the altar. So, until he arrived at the back of the structure, he took a look around at the other occupants to find that they appeared to be nothing more than blurs and undefined shapes. Naturally curious by that discovery, Arceus got the answer to said dilemma when he crashed face-first into the stone wall that made up the back of the building at a frightening speed. The Alpha Pokémon peeled his grey face off the material, not hurt but frustrated that, even dreaming, his inability to smash through walls that did not have the word 'fourth' in front of them remained.

Once again, he found himself being moved back to the altar, almost like a puppet being dragged along a miniature stage by a puppeteer, and this time found himself facing the edifice instead of the wall next to it. He noticed a figure standing in front of it, and after squinting finally managed to make out Darkrai's shape, along with what looked to be clerical vestments. He immediately felt a pit in the bottom of his figurative stomach form at the sight. He knew where his subconscious was taking this, but still dreading it all the same. He heard the Nightmare Pokémon utter out a series of words, unintelligible to him in the haze of his dream, and he slowly willed his fear-stricken self to look sideways.

Sure enough, Mew was floating there. That was all he needed to scream out in absolute horror.

His eyes snapped open again, and Arceus screamed at the top of his imaginary lungs. The Pokémon immediately scrambled out of his sleeping position, and ran straight towards the wall in an effort to get as far away from anything that would remind him of that nightmare, only to bounce off of it. His panic only refused to let the incoming migraine serve as a wake-up call, and rather the Pokémon escaped the confines of his chambers by exploiting the technicality that a roof was not a wall, and immediately set about firing off a rapid stream of Hyper Beams in random directions.

Mew shot upright in her bed, waking up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead, steadying her breathing, and immediately went right back to sleep like nothing happened, a content smile on her face.

Note from the Author:

Has anyone else found it odd how Sinnoh seems to be the most 'Western' region in Pokémon, even more than Unova and possibly Kalos? I just found it odd that they-

Note from Arceus:

Mr. Author, will you stand up please?

Continued Note from the Author:

(The author looked bewildered, but did as instructed and stood up from behind his desk. He promptly exploded in a burst of smoke.)

(David St. Hubbins: Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year.)