A/N: I apologize that this chapter took so long to write! I'll do my best to update more often for the next few to try and make up for it. Thanks for reading!

Heroes and Renegades

The Killer Jell-O walked into the town, gazing around him as people hustled to and fro about on their daily doings. He smiled and confidently walked forward along the sleek stones that lined the path to what he assumed must be his destiny. Taking his first eager steps into the town, stepping from his spot where he watched in the shadows, he sun shone on his feet as he made his debut. He couldn't help but feel that these people were going to be scared of him, flee away from him as he came only in peace, to offer his olive branch. But as he slowly became noticeable to the walking public, a sensation came over him, telling him that it was okay. They would all be good friends. So with a small skip in his step he let himself be known, and heads of flesh and pulsing blood looked over to see what was happening. Time stood still as everyone stopped what they had been previously doing in order to look at the newcomer.

There was a moment of silence, immeasurable by any form of time. And then suddenly, it was as if the excitement the townspeople had never felt exploded all in that one moment. It started with small whispers, spreading the rumors of a hero, and with belief and disbelief spreading through the air. They breathed in the hope and as the news was quickly spread, foot steps and shouting were all that could be heard. Kevin looked around in disbelief. He didn't know what he did, but then again, he didn't remember anything that had happened before the past hour. The world spun around, and taking this all in he innocently smiled and jumped for joy, walking into the amassed crowd. Little did he know, the townsfolk had been tortured by many high level ghost Pokémon throughout the years, the most powerful being defeated years before by a tough young trainer after it committed suicide in fears of being captured. But alas the remnants of his followers remained, and haunted the town. Before they had to deal with what had been just defeated. The trainers, who had been on their way back the town, their hometown, had trained rigorously in order to become heroes and save what they called home. But they were foolish, and rather than die there as heroes they died right before, never finishing what they came to do. They planned on spending their final hours torturing the ghost population that had scared them so when they were younger, ordering them to gather the souls of their people so that they may be saved from the same fate. But they failed. And while the townsfolk may not have known all of that, and Kevin knew none, they knew enough to know that it must have been this Pokémon that had saved them. So they cheered and applauded and threw the stunned Jigglypuff into the air, giving the traditional "three cheers" for what was both the problem and the solution.

Slenderman Snivy laid upon the ground, letting himself be knocked out rather than hurt his confused friend. He knew the Killer Jell-O he knew would only want justice, and fighting him would be unjustified on all accounts. All he saw was black, and as he began to wonder why it was so dark, he jolted upright. Because he was knocked out, and very well knew that he should have been able to see at all. He looked around at the surroundings, but while they were similar, they were very different. If he was recalling the situation correctly, he was surrounded by stars and darkness, anything in front of him blocked by Arceus. Now, there were clouds, blocking most of the view, but he felt sure that it was the same. Correcting his posture, he waiting for the voice that he knew had been waiting for him. Straightening his coat and tie, he made sure that everything would be perfect for the arrival of the Pokémon deity. But after waiting and waiting, shuffling his feet and toying with his cane, the Slendersnivy refused to wait any longer.

"Arceus! I'm aware that you are present, so refusing to show yourself is redundant."

But there was no answer, and Slenderman Snivy began to cringe with his impatience. He had things to do, and he didn't have the time to wait for Gods just so they could vaguely order him around.

"Turn around." A familiar-sounding voice came, but just like the scenery, it was not-so-familiar.

Embarrassed at his earlier outburst when who he was looking for was right behind him, he quickly turned around and bowed in apology, but when he raised his head to make the official greeting, he faced not whom he expected. This was not Arceus, but like Arceus he was rather large, and apparently lived in a separate dimension just like him. It was to his assumption that is must be either Dialga or Palkia, the other two Pokémon that worked along-side him though in argument.

"Dialga or Palkia?" The Slenderman shouted, if only for conformation rather than curiosity.

Groaning in agitation, the figure replied, "Neither. Some of us have actual important jobs to do rather than messing with time and space."

"Then who are you!" The Slendersnivy shouted, hoping that his voice could be heard from where the mystery Pokémon floated above the dis-formed ground.

The Pokémon roared, the sound of his shriek like that of a thousand screeching children, echoing across the walls that defied the aspects of space.

"Just tell me who you are I'm running out of time!"

"I AM GIRATINA, THE EMBODIMENT OF ANTIMATTER. THERE IS NO TIME HERE FOOL!"

Slenderman Snivy stared at Giratina, internally punishing himself for angering the unknown Pokémon, wondering what he could possible want. He knew why Arceus wanted him, to fix the mistakes only he could. But Giratina, he had never even heard off. Considering his display of anger and irritation at the mention of the other Pokémon in the creation trio, he immediately thought that he must be an unknown member, and rather than Arceus being an equal member, he must be the leader.

Tentatively, he asked "Why did you bring me here?", speaking clearly so that he would not drain his voice shouting all day.

"I've been watching you Mister Slender, and I've been enjoying what I see. Arceus does not see the beauty of what you do, and finds it revolting in every possible way. Arceus lives for justice like your little confused friend. But he is wrong. Justice and peace, they are not the same, and it's not his business to ordering pokemon to do his bidding every time they go to sleep. Every time you pass by a mirror, a pond, something reflective, I see another little bit of your story here in the reverse world. I've watched you grow up Mister Slender, and you've done quite well, quite well indeed. Arceus has become more foolish lately, and having you do what you did was the last straw. I can't see into the future, but I believe that that would've happened anyway. But with his interference it's cost the world the memory of your friend."

Slenderman Snivy pondered this deeply, knowing that in the end Giratina would what something from him as well, but not knowing what. He didn't know what to think of Giratina watching him. He supposed it was to be considered an honor, but it troubled him to know someone must know his secrets, his aspirations. But he wisely kept quiet and let Giratina continue on, only asking a single question in the brief pause he was given to speak up."

"How did the Jell-O lose his memory on Arceus' account? To my knowledge is was by the mistake of the young Ghastly who was only trying to help".

"It was by her account. But it would now be if Arceus had not intervened. If he had not, it could have been predicted that you would of explained the situation to the Killer Jell-O, and you would have cooperatively fought as a team in order to destroy the obstacle. But to MY knowledge Arceus used Dialga to foresee this outcome, and saw your bond as a threat despite his capabilities. He changed the future for his personal confidence, telling you what to do rather than letting you go through your own journey, disrupting the outcome of events."

He did now know why, but Slenderman Snivy believed this all to be true without thinking it through as he normally would of. This could be nothing but the truth, but that still did not lead to why Giratina had bothered to bring him here. It surely couldn't have been simply for the pleasure of company.

"Giratina, I need to wake up and fix this, what do you want me to do?"

"Just as you said Mister Slender, fix it. Prove Arceus that he cannot intervene in future events. I cannot leave the reverse world, but I'm confident that you will succeed. If you don't there will be trouble in Arceus' dimension, so be warned that you do not fail what you were going to do anyway. Because unlike Arceus, I will not tell you what you need to do in poems, you already know that. I'm only here to tell you why. Good bye Mister Slendersnivy."

"Wait, no!" Slenderman Snivy shouted out as the world around him faded out.