As the Pokémon children were seeing their Wishing Star brother become more distraught at witnessing what his potential future was, a very strong gust of wind seemed to move towards them in a very slick speed, aiming itself towards their position, them noticing it until it is right in front of them.

The wind then exploded then scattered itself into the children and began to invade their orifices, be it from their nose, ears and mouths.

The children's eyes glowed in a very bright white light, as their vision became blurry and began to enter in a trance that made them stunned.

The abyss laughed at the scene that was happening, exhilarated to see what their reactions would be if they all saw what their destinies were supposed to look like had its captive not interfered with the process.

Jess was disabled from her focus as the wind began to take over her subconscious mind and fill it with something else, the dark, ominous background from her Keeper's dreamscape becoming whiter and whiter, with the wind beginning to form what looks like a replica of the wide open area of the town where her ''rebirth'' took place.

Afterwards, her eyes glowed in a state of white, and saw what her potential future was.

She saw herself clad in her yellow coat of fur, but completely disheveled and bloodied, with her fur being tainted with the thing, and saw her forepaws sport very sharp claws and her tail having a serrated, shapened tip, with her hearing a voice telling her to ''kill them all'' over and over again.

She screamed.

She screamed as she saw herself turn into a monster her former Keeper, her Treasure, would be ashamed of.

Jess seeing herself becoming a cruel, heartless Executioner of everything she deems impure and "tainted" by humanity's facets, as well as having a propensity for such horrifying exhibition of torture of those she sees, that she makes her victims explode violently in a burst of lightning mixed with splatted remains of her victims, so to speak, as well as her remembering that horrifying nightmare she had, that she was in a room with a young boy, presumably a Trainer like his Papa, or even her former Keeper, her treasure, but on that moment, she was crying her eyes out, feeling extremely worried and distressed uncharacteristically, then eventually witnessing her Trainer and Keeper close his eyes and die in front of her, as she screamed and screamed and screamed with all her might in grief and sorrow, her electricity surrounding her and her dead Keeper, in which in turn made her completely snap, blaming everyone else for not helping her Keeper and leaving her to suffer for the rest of her life, as she then began to become FERAL as time passed, hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, until she became what she was supposed to be in the first place.

The Rampager/Rampaging Raichu.

The Kantonian Killer Mouse.

The Electrecutioner Rodent.

The High — Voltage Exterminator Mouse.

She was no longer the Raichu that cared for someone deeply and was inundated with a great sense of justice and devotion, but a walking, talking disaster area or even a living catastrophic calamity to everyone SHE deems unworthy to live, as piles and piles of extremely burned and charred of basically electrified and melted corpses, some of them even unrecognizable beyond belief by means of the targets being blown up to bits by the overly intense electricity, fill up around her thoroughly and the area she's currently making her mark in. And making the last human or Pokémon in any place or street she's in watch in such terror and horror as she comes for them and mercilessly tortures them physically, emotionally and mentally in a slow, agonizing process, to her, became her new force of habit.

She gained the affinity to taste the blood of her victims, that she actively hunts them for sport everytime she wants, just so she can consume more and more and more.

She is a killer.

And she liked it, very, very much.

Though, who could blame her for turning into a monster, as the world took her Treasure and now, her dearest Keeper, her Papa, away from her.

The world had denied her her life, and in turn, she denies the others their right to be what they are and their right to exist.

And since she is as strong as her Little Brother Wishing Star, she'd go to rack up the body count too to at least 5 victims per minute.

Misery loves company, after all.

Afterwards, it was now Serena's turn to see herself in a not-so-herself manner as the wind overtook her vision and her mind.

Admittedly, it sent extreme chills down her spine.

She saw herself clad in her darkened fur, her feeler ribbons having very sharp tips to them, with her fangs in her mouth becoming two large ones similar to that of a tiger's, as her bloodied forepaws and hind legs stood in position as she saw herself in her reflection in a pool of blood made her see her former light blue, innocent eyes full of hope and optimism become purely blood-red, with the bags below them making her look like a demented zombie fairy, as she was about to strangle a human boy to death that caught her attention.

Serena ending up the same as her Big Sister, especially because of her fellow Eeveelution siblings' deaths, but her becoming a serial killer—esque type of executioner that specializes on making her victims suffer by using her ribbon—like feelers to no longer calm down fights and additional providence of dexterity when multitasking, but to turn them into killing Weapons of Mass Destruction; either by strangling her victims to death so intensely that their heads pop off, hanging her victims in any high places, such as on tree branches or lampposts as some sort of twisted forms of decorations, ripping them apart in half vertically and horizontally, turning them into some sort of twisted version of art sculptures but her ribbons being the centerpieces of those, her tearing apart every house, building, and Centers as well as killing every people and Pokémon she sees by slicing them up in more ways than one, and her forgoing her prim and proper attitude to things to being what seemed like a cross between the Horned Fairy through her mad ramblings and the Region Destroyer Swordsman to her extreme cutting—edge approach to her..."business", and of course, proclaiming that the world will pay with its life by making her suffer and destroying her sense of confidence as well as her sense of self.

She even takes the time to taste and sip a quick one with the blood of her victims, satisfied with her kill count for the day, and somehow became her hobby of tasting their blood, on whether sweet and ripe, or sour from being exposed for too long outside the air, like some sort of a vampire fox bunny-thing.

And this process continued and continued.

Every. Single. Day.

Her hideout becoming somewhat of a twisted version of a fantasyland, with her victims' body parts strewn across the place like some sort of basic home ornaments that only she can appreciate.

To no longer be a prim, proper, graceful and a level—headed loyal Fairy Pokémon that values life, love and friendship; a protector of all that is innocent and good, but to be a violent force of nature that should be taken extremely seriously, and since she is all alone, be a cautionary tale to everyone unfortunate that dares to cross her path.

Her having seen her entire world being shattered in front of her, now in turn, everyone that she encounters, as well as the entire world, HAS TO BREAK DOWN as well.

To not be known no longer as a defender of love and justice, but to be known by other, creepy means.

Not as the Intertwining Pokémon, but a Dismemberment Pokémon instead.

The Fae Femme Fatale Fox Bunny.

The Kalosian Killer Fairy—Type.

The Sinister Sylveon.

The Ribboned Worldwrecker.

The uncaring fools have brought this on themselves, she thought, so they are obligated to accept their greatest erroneous creation's foreboding presence.

WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT.

Debts have to be repaid in full, after all.

Now, it is Victor's turn to see what he'd end up as had it not for his Keeper rescuing him from his loneliness and despair from being all alone.

He saw himself clad in his darkened cream fur, disheveled and filled with dried blood that smelled like rotten meat, as he saw his bloodied hands and his fingers become sharpened ones, as well as his fangs becoming larger and more bare to see, and his ears forming a pair of horns instead of his regular V-shaped ones, as he was about to burn a stray Bidoof alive to a crisp as he held it in his extremely strong grasp.

He was extremely terrified.

Victor becoming an absolute Living, Talking NIGHTMARE to every single Pokémon and people he sees, his eyes glowing red with anger from being insane with pure, unadulterated RAGE, as his last chance to find some solace of being left to suffer of being all alone in this world, being taken away from him in its true finality. His V—shaped head burned with such anger, as a warning to those who are unfortunate enough to encounter him on his rage—fueled rampage against the entire world that denied him his comfort.

The world denied him his chance to redeem himself, so in turn, he will not give an inch to every single living thing he can find, just to spite the world for making him suffer this way.

EVERYTHING MUST BURN.

EVERYTHING.

The entirety of the Unova Region reduced to an unrecognizable, charred, brazen wasteland, every Pokémon and people across the entire region being horridly burned to a crisp, like it was hit by a nuclear missile; the citizens from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and the Sinnoh Region in fear of what everyone on those regions just witnessed. They have never thought that a singular Pokémon can do such horrifyingly catastrophic damage and seeing the grim, gory sight of the Victory Pokémon's victims sent the regions into being way stricter when it comes to taking hold of Mythical Pokémon, as Victor's example is a caution to all that one unsuspecting Pokémon, be it normal, Legendary or Mythical, especially a Mythical, could snap at any moment's notice, as the owners of some were also fighting for their right to still keep their own Mythicals, as they argued that one action of a Mythical Pokémon does not equate to their own Pokémon doing the same, unless they were forced into doing so.

Victor actually seeing himself enjoying the taste of blood and the screams of help and despair of his 'victims', the sheer satisfaction of seeing a body being gradually melting and charred beyond recognition overtook his senses, and the screams that intertwined as the process took place made him a bit comfortable against the world that denied him his right to have a second chance.

Him also being cold and sociopathic to everyone he sees, as he hunts anyone that crosses his path down and enjoys the cries of fear one expresses while being chased down by a Pokémon with a proponent for using fire as way to execute someone and make an example of what happens if one impudent fool tries to take everything away from someone such as him, leaving him with nothing but his unbridled hatred and infernal, fiery rage against everyone else as his fuel to keep himself going, as he has nothing else to live for.

For his ferocity and savagery of making fire an extremely frightening tool to use, everyone has given him a moniker that sends chills down every Pokémon and people's spine, and is advised to flee away from his presence as much far as possible.

The Unovan Incinerator.

The Volatile Victini.

The Luckbreaker Deviant.

The Tangerine Terrorist.

The Pint-Sized Volcano of Violence.

Everything must burn. To ease his unyielding pain and suffering.

EVERYTHING.

As Jerry himself was stunned into submission on what he saw, he was then struck by the horrid wind, suffering the same fate as his siblings before him.

Jerry saw himself sporting his darkened coat, as well as his forehead growing out two protrusions on the sides, forming what looks like a pair of horns, with his cape gone and replacing it was his chains, now made up of 6 pieces of serrated cloth that made him look like a spider of some kind, with his Third Eye back on his tummy, as well as its color turning into black, the iris turning blood-red and the pupil becoming slit like that of reptilian creatures, as he was about to eviscerate a human girl by giving her a corrupted Wish Tag that will cause her body and soul to be eroded from existence.

He was very mortified.

He screamed, as well.

Jerry himself completing his transformation into a literal Apocalypse Incarnate, as he tore apart every single people and Pokémon apart with his bare hands using his psychic powers, as he also made it a habit on forcing a target of his own choosing to make a Wish for him to grant, as the Wishes themselves become twisted and turned into its worst possible interpretation, to the detriment and suffering of everyone involved. One time he saw someone on his path, he feigned being just a regular Wishing Star, the foolish ones none the wiser, and as it told its Wish to him, a snicker and a psychotic smirk formed on his former adorable, cute little face, then afterwards he showed his true nature, and KILLED the poor soul without a hint of remorse and mercy on the spot, the poor sap's remains scattered on the ground like a grounded, unrecognizable piece of meat and flesh.

He flew through towards every area he came across, with every house, gravel, stand, building and the earth itself broken and shriveled up and floating behind alongside him, with his Psychic Powers on full display as he scoured and searched for every single targets he encountered unwillingly be brought in in his way.

Then, after a few trips and turns, he found a young boy not older than 10 years old, walking by from afar his position, that stopped in his tracks as soon he saw his threatening presence.

Finally, another treat to consume with, the Star of Destruction thought to himself.

He made the child stare on his menacing, blood-red colored beady eyes, and mentally tortured the poor thing by showing the child his past kills until the child became a trauma-filled vegetable, then used his now corrupted Giant Wish Tag to fully consume the child by swallowing it whole through the Tag itself, leaving no traces of the heinous atrocity being committed, then went on his way with a smile on his creepy face.

His Wish—granting abilities no longer there to be used for good and for the benefit of the world, now take on the role of a life—destroying ability, as he becomes not a genie or a fairy, but a cross between a Space Angel Genie and Mephistopheles, as he also used his Astropsychokinesis to destroy everything he sees by using small Stars created from his now bloodshot and Reddened Eye of Truth, now dubbed as the Eye of Vengeance, on his forehead.

As stated before, to be known as not a Wishmaker, Wishgranter, a Prince of Blessings, but a Destroyer, Demolisher and a Deconstructor instead.

A Prince of Curses and Destruction.

To be a Broken Dream and a Nightmare amidst the overly massive masses of Wishes and Good Dreams.

To be a ticking Star — shaped time bomb that will unleash a GIGANTIC lot of untold wanton death, destruction and chaos, devastation and despair amongst every other People and Pokémon alike.

The Destiny Destroyer.

The Hoenn Harbringer.

The Star Djinn of Doom.

The Neutron Supernova Fairy.

The C4 Calamity Comet.

The Slaughtering Savage Star.

The Twinkling Terrorist.

The Star That Burns the Sky.

NO MORE WISHES.

NO MORE WILL SOMEONE MAKE HIM SUFFER ANYMORE.

THEY DO NOT DESERVE HIS UNYIELDING LOVE.

THEY DO NOT DESERVE HIS SELFLESS GENEROSITY.

THEY DESERVE TO SUFFER FOR ALL ETERNITY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HIM.

THEY WILL PERISH.

THEY WILL PAY.

THEY WILL ALL PAY.

EVERYONE MUST PAY.

And finally, it was Manny's turn, though luckily for him, his innocence towards his situation hindered his awareness of this vision for the time being, as his focus was instead on the voice that insulted him and his dearest Keeper. Nonetheless, he observed the revolting false vision before him, with his focus having betrayed his true feelings as the wind did its heinous deed and made him see his potential horrifying future.

Manny seeing himself sporting a darkened color of his body, with the cores on his body pulsating as he looked at them, and seeing his antennas becoming tentacular with the nodes sporting protruding sharp spikes on the entire form, with the tentacle's area exempt from the formation, giving it an appearance of a flail of some kind, and witnessing his innocent blue eyes turning blood-red like the others, as he held a very large water-formed double-edged sword as he was about to slash an innocent Eevee in half using the demented weapon to kill an innocent creature like him, or what he somewhat used to be.

He screamed loudly and shouted his Keeper's name in a shrilled, distressed manner.

He will not live this down after this, he thought.

Tom's youngest Ward being forced to grow up for at least 7 years mentally, and to develop a vengeful streak as well as a proponent for using water—related executions, and him even trying to level entire cities by causing self—made tidal waves using his water—controlling powers, and making sure his victims get executed in a slowly, agonizing way that would make a psychopathic Hypno blush with such brutality and chaos, that it would make even the most strong—willed person in existence question why does it even have to be like this.

His entire experience of childhood having taken away from him, thus, he then eventually became ferocious, brutal, violent, and scared everyone who saw him, as he in turn hunted them down and sealed his victims away in his now acidic water bubble creations, and removed his victims by his favorite way to execute them; by forcing them to asphyxiate and choke themselves to death then make the bubbles explode violently, as the heads of his victims turn into crimson paste with it being interlaced with acidic, crimson-colored water littered on the ground, the observers mortified at what they just witnessed that a supposed innocent Pokémon can do such a vile and heinous act, if they are not caught by the sight of the now reddish, wrathful eyes of the formerly innocent and pure—hearted Manaphy, who seeks to turn an entire region into nothing more than a distant memory—erasing an entire Region of his choosing off the map by commanding a large body of water to commence an unmandated Urban Renewal Protocol, with thousands of people and Pokémon who are weak against Water perishing profusely in the process.

And his continued notoriety to everyone was prominent, that the ones who feared the Seafarer Menace gave him some monikers that sent chills down everyone's spine, as a cautionary tale and a lesson of treating Pokémon well, Legendary/Mythical or not.

The Aquatic Terrorist.

The Murderous/Malignant Manaphy.

The Sociopathic Sea Prince of Doom.

The Sinnohan Sea Psychopath.

The Seafaring Consumer of Souls.

The Tsunami Tykebomb Terror.

THIS WORLD SHALL BE CLEANSED OF ITS FILTH, he thought.

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND, after all.

As the visions of the Pokémon children's potential horrifying futures completed its course, the sentient wind faded away into existence as it diffused away from their heads, giving them an impression of what they look like if their souls were being drained from their bodies.

The abyss laughed loudly at seeing the faces of the invaders, having been exhilarated at what it had done to them.

To say that Tom as well as his Pokémon children were stunned into silence and were scared senseless was an understatement.

Seeing themselves end up like that really did a number on their sense of security towards themselves, as well as their Keeper.

All of them being turned into irredeemable, unrepentant, monstrous versions of themselves, tearing their world apart, one destruction and damnation at a time.

And all of this is just because of the fear of losing their beloved Keeper by any means, be it a mistake, a miscalculation, an unprovoked instance or even an intentional proclamation of selfishness—induced self—preservation from their own trusted Keeper.

Even Tom himself did not believe his Pokémon could be capable of putting an emphasis on the MONSTER part of being a Pokémon. But he knows that this is a testament to how much he means to them.

He is their WORLD, after all. Without him, to them, they are nothing.

They have no more world to face for another day without him.

Tom teared up more intensely as he realized the gravity of the situation, knowing that his Pokémon are counting on him to be their shining light amidst the darkness that threatens to consume them, and their undaunting devotion to him being so intense that they went out of their way to be his Guardians of his Dreams, even though he knows that no Pokémon would go so much as far as this for him.

He shifted.

Being told that they'll be left alone would've sent them into a paranoid state, and if Tom tries to even think to muddy the waters by telling them that they're useless to him and doesn't need them all anymore will send them all into an unfiltered, berserker—addled rage against their Keeper whom they thought had loved them all so much with all his heart, only for him to tear their hearts to a million shreds just because he found someone or something better than them, or way more worth his time than THEM for no reason at all.

Their fear of being potentially ABANDONED by their Keeper, intentional or by circumstance, concerned them greatly, but here ALSO laid bare for them to see what happens if they all take it too far on trying to protect their Papa from great harm and danger, and them seeing their concern for their Papa being one — sided, that they forgot about their Papa's own needs too.

Their fears about him also concerned Tom so much, that he neglected himself for their sake.

They are HIS responsibility. As THEY are to him.

They shouldn't be learning this at all. They weren't supposed to, he thought, as he kept resisting his inner turmoil from destroying him.

But, him still unaware, in a sudden collective nod of the Pokémon children themselves, they came to a realization and a decision.

They have to know.

They MUST.

For their precious, precious Papa.

They need to understand what their Papa is going through.

Most of the time, THEY needed HIM, but it seems this time, THEY must be there for their precious Papa.

No wonder why their Papa keeps these things to himself whenever he sleeps at night, they all thought.

It was a warning to all of them.

And it horrified and mortified them so, so much.

It may look like and seem superficial to think about on the surface, but they, especially Jerry, KNOW that based on their experiences when it comes to being their Keeper's Guardians of Dreams, this thing, amongst other nightmares that may belong to each of them, could come true in the future if they are not vigilant and watchful, as well as being too tolerant to their Papa's unnecessary yet recurring flashbacks and bad dreams. They could never be sure whether these things are harmless or not, and it would be best if they regulate their Papa's Dreamscape's nightmare occurences.

His Keeper's previous, rampaging nightmares may have been executed permanently, but it seems that now their Papa Tom's inner guilts that were coming from his conscience alone remains as his reminder of the responsibility he has to bear for his Family's sake, Jerry thought to himself.

Jerry then saw a vision of what looks like a Wishing Star like him, though in its default Servant Form, but battered, bloodied, bruised and almost unrecognizable. He can tell that it was demoralized so much so by its state alone, as he was cringing and frightened when he saw what had become of the Wishing Star's third eye on its tummy.

It was what the voice said which correlated to what he saw from the Star. The Third Eye of the Star was completely red, as well as its cornea having become bloodshot, sporting pulsating veins and he could have sworn it was going to shed a blood — colored teardrop.

Jerry was quite horrified as he was witnessing the Pokémon before him begin to stand up, then move its head towards him, its black, beady eyes turning a scarlet red and it sporting a vengeful look on its face, then the streamers on its back extending then converging its ends to form a cape, as it also increased in size to that of a long skirt, the noises it formed sounding like a combination of a fabric shifting being in synchronization of creaking of broken, cracked bones and cranking body organs, billowing in the wind as it stared at Jerry in a vengeful manner as he saw it sporting large bags on its eyes as it prepared itself, then in a quick move, teleported itself behind him, made a horrifying choking noise and told him something as it held him on both of his shoulders using its rotting, cold dead hands in its scornful, but echoing, ironically soothing and child — like voice:

Nightmare Jirachi: WHat HaVe yoU dOnE TO mE! i JusT waNteD To GrAnT Wishes FOr EVErYonE ELSE And Make a lot of My FrieNDs VEry happY! anD nOw I caNNOT Do thAt AnYMore, BECAuse YoU DIdN't saVe me! YOu dIdn't evEN HELP To AsK anYonE to HElP fReE ME fROm MY eTERnAl sUFFERIng And PAin! I JUST WANTED TO BE FREE! i dO nOt WaNt TO SleEp fOr A thOusAnd YEaRs anyMoRe! I dO nOt WaNT To SuFfEr aNymOre! bUt aT LOok whAT yOu dId tO MeEeEEeEEeeEeeeE!

tHis is aLL yOur FaAaAaaAaaAaaAAaAaAaAAAuUUuLLtTTT!

YoU ArE A MoNstEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEErRrrRRrrRrR!

Jerry was terrified at what he just witnessed, and became way much more irritated as he fired back at the voice as much as he could. He also saw his Keeper beginning to reel in pain as Tom held both his hands in his ears, probably also hearing what he just heard right now.

Jerry: STOP IT! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! PAPA, NO! NOOOOO! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!

Jerry: HOW DARE YOU HURT ME PAPA LIKE THIS, YOU MEAN, BAD, CRUEL VOICE! HOW DARE YOU RUIN PAPA'S DREAMS WITH YOUR BAD AND CRUEL LIES!

Jerry: ME SWEAR THAT ME WILL HURT AND HURT YOU UNTIL YOU BEG, CRY AND SAY SORRY FOR MAKING ME, ME SIBLINGS AND MOST OF ALL, ME PAPA SUFFER AND MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDD!

Jerry was fuming and red—hot as he was lecturing Tom's supposed conscience, chastising it for daring to disrespect his own Keeper. His Star—shaped head began to glow a fierce yellow once again, the glow then becoming a stream of what looks like a yellow-colored blaze of fire, making him literally BURNING with ANGER, with him suppressing the urge to FULLY ignite the raging, protective flame hidden within his Star—Heart, as he was seeing his Keeper suffer in front of him again.

He was, once again, shaking and seething intensely, gritting his own teeth in rage as he saw in anguish his Papa being assaulted by a bunch of visions once again that he knew that are not and NEVER will come true.

Not on his watch, those won't.

He screamed an extremely loud, ear—piercing, and ironically child—like and soothing, mixed cry of rage, worry and fear, screaming for his Keeper to hear his voice.

Jerry: PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WE'RE HERE! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY! PLEASE HEAR ME VOICE, PAPA! HEAR ME VOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCEEEEEE!

PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He now was banging his fists towards the barrier that blocked him and his siblings' control over their Papa's Dreamscape intensely and with sheer desperation, with his pure, innocent eyes now being filled with rage and bitter tears as he was reminded once again of what would have happened if he was not freed from his sordid past. He was screaming loudly like that of a wild rabid, tortured animal calling for help, as his siblings never heard a Wishing Star like him scream in pure anguish and sorrow VOCALLY before for their Keeper's state, them also seeing Tom kneeling down and his hands on both of his ears, cringing in pain as he was still currently assaulted with more and more visions of himself and his Pokémon perishing in various instances, the events becoming way more haunting and terrifying as it progressed.

Just like when they first saw him when they encountered that certain nightmare.

That certain nightmare that they could've sworn would've made their Keeper traumatized and emotionally destroyed, that would've begun a chain of events that would descend in a downward spiral into them becoming their worst fears, had they not intervened on that instance.

Destroyer Monsters that are ready to wreak some EARTH—SHATTERING vengeance towards those who made them what they are. And on that moment, or IF it actually happens at all, everyone receives the full brunt of that realization.

EVERY SINGLE PEOPLE AND POKÉMON HAS TO SUFFER. Even the Legendaries and Mythical Beings themselves, too.

With their unyielding implacability and their overwhelming power born out of their sheer rage and grief, they can tear apart even a powerful Legendary Pokémon in half or even to pieces by their enhanced hidden special abilities alone, especially to Jerry's case, where he can render every single Rayquaza non—existent by using his Unleashed Wishing powers alone to make their every traces of existence erased completely, the fabric of time being manipulated to resume and operate without their presence, with no one else none the wiser.

And they fully know well that Jerry's unyielding determination ALONE will kickstart the rampage that will ensue that will be a danger to everyone in this world of theirs, all because their Papa suffered because of them, as well as them being denied of their Keeper's presence with them. And coupled with that is the fact that Jerry can now GRANT TRUE Wishes in EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD, which means that he can try and get the chance to erase a single species of ANY POKÉMON that isn't a Wishing Star like him from existence, if he so desired.

This fact alone terrified them, scared them into submission, even, that they now will stop at nothing to make sure this nightmare gets destroyed. Because no matter how much they would want to run away from their destinies, it would always find a way to come back to all of them.

Anything is possible in their world, after all.

They were supposed to be evil, had their Papa not intervened and taught them what they should be.

They were supposed to be BAD.

THEY HATED the prospect of being or becoming BAD.

They were raised by their Papa to become Good Pokémon, so they will become GOOD Pokémon.

For their Papa.

They made an important decision then and there.

They WILL help their Papa.

By any means necessary.