The Great Pokemon Conspiracies:
~The Old Chateau~
Chapter Thirteen: Another Meanwhile
(Believe me, Silversong was horrified after reading this title).
In a mansion somewhere far away from the Eterna Forest, the waitress balanced a drink in a fancy goblet on her tray.
The mansion, if Dusk went there, would hit her as strangely familiar.
There were two sets of stairs leading from an upper floor to the ground floor, one on the left and the other on the right. Right in front of us was a single door, and there were a Pokémon statue on each side of it. Roselio was sure their eyes were trailing him as he went past...
Although alike, however, this mansion was not that same mansion.
This was - you got it - a reproduction.
The drink was sophisticated-looking itself, it was a rainbow of unusual colors, and a tiny paper umbrella was sticking out of the top. The waitress carried the tray to her master's room in the Pokémon Mansion and paused at the door. She knocked three times. Elegantly.
"Mr. Backlot, sir? I brought you your drink."
"Enter," a voice said from the other side of the door, and she did.
A man was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, surrounded by glass cases containing his antique statuette collection. Everywhere there were signs telling visitors: DO NOT TOUCH.
It was his antiques-collecting hobby that earned him considerable amounts of money which could pay for this new mansion and other luxurious things he'd spent on in the past. (Well, where do you think Fantina got her fancy dresses? They aren't free, that's for sure).
The man emptied his glass, put it back onto her tray, and stood up. He walked out of the room and towards the far end of the left wing with his waitress following closely behind. He turned around just long enough to request another drink before opening the last door in the corridor.
"Shall I bring your new drink into that room, sir?" the waitress asked innocently.
However, her master's reaction was strangely intense.
He whipped around and glared at her. "No, you shall not," he snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you that no one must ever enter that room besides myself? That room is for my eyes only. No. Just put the glass on my table in the statuette room."
"Y-y-yes, sir," the waitress stammered nervously, but the door had already been slammed shut in her face.
...
Once alone in the secret room, the man turned off the lights, lit some candles, and stood facing a bowl in the middle of the room, all the while looking insanely solemn.
He produced a small drawstring bag and started putting random ingredients from the bag into the bowl.
"DeepSeaScale of a Gorebyss..."