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(Peter's POV)

Circuit must think I'm stupid. I've met Arceus, and he's no alcoholic-

"Hey!" Warp cut in, "Pay attention. This story's important!"

"Thank you, Warp. Now, like I said, it all starts with Arceus gettin' drunk. How to begin…"

Warp jumped in. "Okay, so my name is Matthew Warp, right? Well, my archenemy's name is Mortimer Portal, and he's like my polar opposite. I wear white and yellow, he wears black and red. My job is protecting the fabric of Existence, he wants nothing but to destroy Everything. Nasty fellow."

Circuit nodded. "Right, right. Well, Mortimer turned his sights on the Pokémon universe, and he's trying a different tactic this time around. He got it in his head that when someone gets drunk, they get angry and want to beat folks up. So he went to Arceus and somehow managed to slip him a vodka or three.

"Fortunately fer us, or unfortunately, dependin' on yer view, Arceus is one of those folks who, when drunk, starts thinkin' instead of stoppin'. And he got it in his head to-"

A spark flashed between his antennae, and Circuit stopped talking. A strange look crossed his face…

"Sarge?" Warp asked slowly. "What's wrong."

Circuit leaped up and started running. "Some ijit's attackin' my village!"

I watched as he ran off. The sky was darkening above him. The clouds looked almost looked like they were following him…

There was a flash of white light behind me. I turned and there was an Emolga floating where Warp had just been.

"Em emol, ga ga emolga."

"Pika? Pi pi pika chu!"

I sighed. Sometimes I really wish I could understand Pokémon.

(Blaze's POV)

Okay. I don't know what to do, Presto won't answer the phone, and this Misty girl won't stop pestering me.

Dear Arceus. Threats of violence didn't work so now she's trying charm. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"Pleeeeease, Mr. Wildfire? I promise I won't tell anyone else! I just really, really want to know. You know, because you're just sooooo interesting-"

"Please. Stop. Misty, charm just isn't your thing, and besides, I don't date outside my species."

"Aw, come on! Why won't you tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell! I'd get in trouble…"

"Please? Pleeeease? -"

"ALL RIGHT! IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER, YOU'LL ALL BE GONE SOON, ANYWAY!"

Oops.

"What does that mean?"

I facepalmed. Why me?

(Warp's POV)

Huh. Some poor sucker's attacking the General's home. His funeral.

So, Peter-pffft AHAHAHAHA-Peter had found a bench and was clearly having a migraine. I'd decided to leave him alone for now. Not everyday you get your concept of reality turned on its head, right?

Oop. My head's getting fuzzy again…

I landed in a tree and snapped my fingers. Well, my digits. Not sure what you're supposed to call them when you've got paws.

I snapped my fingers and a pair of pills appeared with a glass of water. Excellent.

I took my medicine, thus preserving my sanity for another day. I've never understood it. My power grows in proportion to the local space-time's stability, but the less stable the universe is, the more insane I am. What's the point?

"HEY!"

I looked down. Ash was climbing up the tree after me. I waited, because that's the kind of polite guy I am. Then, when he got level with me, I pushed him off the branch. Ha! Classic.

…man, I'm a jerk, aren't I?

So I probably deserved it when he Thunderbolted me out of my tree.

"I deserved that."

"Yes, you did."

I picked my self up and glared at him. "So… can I help you?"

Ash folded his arms and stared at me. Well, two can play at that game.

I pulled my staff from hammerspace-very useful little dimension-and leaned on it, waiting for him to crack first.

I didn't have to wait long.

"Well? Are you going to finish?"

"Yes."

Silence. Ah ha, I'm so evil. Hehe.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Explain?"

"Go ahead."

He shocked me again. Emolga are electric types, but are unfortunately still flying types. It still hurt.

"All right! Spoilsport. *ahem* As Circuit was saying before he ran off to beat some poor moron's head in, Arceus, in his drunken stupor, got to thinking all sorts of 'What if' scenarios, and this one was his favorite."

"What do you mean 'this one'?"

I grinned, but nervously this time. Hoo boy, this won't go over well.

"Well, Arceus flipped the whole universe over. Brock became Croagunk, Misty became Azumarill, and you became-"

"Wait, wait… what?"

I sighed. This is hard.

"Your name is Ash Ketchum, Peter was your Pikachu, not the other way around, you were human, why are you holding your head like that-"

"SHUT UP!"

Out of nowhere, he Iron Tails me in the stomach. Ouch.

He started running in the opposite direction. Uh oh. I was afraid of something like this.

(Ash's POV)

He knows! Maybe he can NO! He's lying, he's gotta be lying! But what if he can help He can't help, there's no problem! Why are we arguing? He can help us, so-

We? Us?

I clutched my head. What was going on? What was this voice in my head? Am I going crazy?

"Hey! Ash! Wait up!"

I started running. I didn't know why, but every fiber of my body was screaming to get away from him.

All but that one voice…

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