The God-Emperor of Yolo-Ti lived in the peopleless forest of Three Island, far away from the prying eyes of the island's town residents. It was a quaint and terribly unimportant collection of berry-producing trees located on an islet off the coast of the town of Three Island. But that's not to say this humble, scraggly, wild place, was not beautiful. However, that's not to say it wasn't a hideously ugly place either. To say one way or another would just be a biased comment, and being the professional commentator, it is neither my place nor my intention to present this locale as either.

Clefairy and Clefable were everywhere. Ryan felt the urge to take out an Ultra Ball and peg one of them, but he resisted that urge, although not without some personal discomfort. They did really well to breed themselves into overpopulation.

Logan led him through the forest all the way to a clearing down the path where he came to a stop. Kneeling, the boy proclaimed, "Hence my care for you! Beautiful Granddaddy!"

Ryan yawned, folding his arms. This is unbearably cringy. "Sup, God-Emperor dude."

"Clefable," declared the God-Emperor as he strutted magisterially out into the glade, wearing a purple cape and holding a black staff with a golden point at its tip. He looked about as regal as when Ryan would wake his father up at precisely 8:25 am to get ready for school years ago. "Fable fable."

"Clefairy!" Logan cried out passionately, kissing the ground.

Thurnax stepped forward, setting the drum of rocket fuel down. After she had completed her task, Ryan returned her to her ball.

"Clefable," Granddaddy Clefable said stoically.

"We got your drum of fuel," remarked Ryan, bowing deeply. "You're welcome, your grace."

Logan's voice broke in a terrible and cold silence, "Ryan!"

"That's me. I'm the Indigo League Champion," he replied, not backing down. "I got you that fuel, Mr. Granddaddy, and I know you hate me, or whatever, for stealing your cookie, but you know what? I don't care. That Lava Cookie was great. You didn't deserve ten of them. Only a Tepig would indulge so much as to eat ten of them by himself. You're a reasonable dude, I think, so I hope you understand."

"Clefable," the God-Emperor replied gravely.

"Go to the moon already," Ryan retorted. "Are you scared or what? What're you waiting for man?"

"Ryan! That's heresy!" Logan screamed, his lip shaking.

So what? He's just a Pokémon. "What's it gonna be, Clefable?"

"Fable."

Ryan chuckled, replying with a cheeky, "Clefable fable."

"Clefairy!" Logan roared in protest. "Fairy fairy fairy!"

"Clefable," Ryan countered.

"Clefable," Granddaddy Clefable concurred. He bent down, picked up a berry sitting in the grass, and threw it at Ryan.

"Eat it, brah!" Logan screamed emphatically.

"Sure, bro." A Pinap Berry, Ryan thought. Not bad. I bet Rahul'd love this. He ate it like a good child, and was rewarded with Granddaddy Clefable deigning to pat his belly in a mature attempt at celebration.

"Ryan watch your tongue, boy!"

"You're the top, you better be careful now," Ryan responded casually. "Besides, what do you care? What I do with my mouth is just gonna melt you regardless…"

Granddaddy Clefable tossed Logan a Rawst Berry appropriately. What a swell God-Emperor. May his reign be long and peaceful.

Logan instinctively ate the berry, his cheeks going scarlet nonetheless.

"Well, anyways, you should probably blast off to the moon now. Your people need you, I think."

"Clefable."

"Clefairy!"

"Clefable fable."

"Fairy clefairy!"

"Clef clef fable."

"Fairy fairy fairy!"

"Clefable clefable."

"Great talk, guys, great talk." Ryan clapped his hands. "Anyways, you guys gonna blast off to the moon now, so we can stop talking about you? The story's gotta move onto more important things. You don't know how many times I've had to think about 'Granddaddy Clefable', and I promise you that after this chapter, I'll never think about you again."

"Clefable," the God-Emperor replied mightily. "Fable fable."

At once, two Clefairy bounced forward, grabbing the drum of rocket fuel and skipping off into the forest. What the heck? How could they even pick that thing up? Thurnax is way stronger than two Clefairy put together. I call hacks. Nevertheless, in the stillness of the berry forest, they all stood awkwardly. Clefairy and Clefable were skipping, bouncing, jumping, singing, hopping, and making a rather unnatural scene around them. It was enough to make him want to throw up.

"You goin' with them bro?" Ryan asked the obsequious Logan human person.

"Fairy clefairy," the other boy replied haughtily.

"You are a cringy piece of Shaymin, I gotta say, no offense, dude."

"Whatever."

"Clefable!"

"Oh yeah… anyways Mr. God-Emperor sir, I got this for you, cuz I'm real sorry about eatin' your royal cookie, or something." He threw the bundled up sweater to Granddaddly Clefable, who caught it on the tip of his staff.

"Fairy fairy clefairy," Logan barked in a warning-like tone. A million Poké Bucks says he can't even speak Clefairy and is just saying a bunch of nonsense. Bet Clefable can't even tell the difference either.

The little guy hopped up and down excitedly nonetheless, pulling the sweater over his neck. It was a little big on him (a 13XXL), but he looked imposingly imperial nonetheless. This time, he tossed Ryan a Sitrus Berry. It was alright, although it tasted pretty bad, but he didn't let Granddaddy Clefable see him gag.

"Fairy!" Logan shouted, and he too was tossed a berry from this wonderful berry forest: a Persim Berry. It was very nicely-shaped in Ryan's estimation, and Logan ate it without complaining again. Oh he gotcha good, dude.

Then, the Clefairy and Clefable from around the Berry Forest came out hopping and skipping, surrounding the two boys, singing loudly (irritating Ryan's ears quite a bit), and sprinkling what looked like fairy dust into the air. Logan's eyes were tearing up, and he started singing along with them. Ryan sneezed.

After what felt like an eternity of this pointless crap, they all scurried off into the forest, leaving only Granddaddy Clefable, Logan, and Ryan behind. The God-Emperor wore his sweater well, staring at them with a level of severity that Ryan had to respect a little bit. He marched up to them, whispering something in Logan's ear before handing him a Poké Ball. He then walked up to Ryan, bowing deeply before the boy, who simply folded his arms and yawned again, trying to pretend he was all cool and such.

"Fable." He reached out a hand, holding out a purple and white Poké Ball with two pink circles on the top, and a white 'M' etched into the metal just above the opening.

Taking it, he said very cordially, "Uh… thanks, I guess." Pulling out Dex, Ryan asked, "Yo baby, what kind of Poké Ball is this? Never seen one of these before."

"Ahhh! Wise master, wise master, how can you be so dumb?"

"Watch your mouth, simple machine!"

"That's a Master Ball, your grace! It is the best Poké Ball with the ultimate level of performance. With it, you will catch any wild Pokémon without fail."

Granddaddy Clefable nodded emphatically. "Clefable fable."

"Whoa… thanks Granddaddy!" Ryan beamed. "You know, now this whole thing's been worth it!"

"Dang Ryan… do you know how much those are worth?" Logan whined. "You're so lucky."

"There's no such thing as luck, dude. This is all skill, yo."

"Yeah right."

"Clefable fable fable," the God-Emperor said, bowing again, and this time Ryan bowed back just as Logan did.

"Clefairy fairy. Fairy fairy fairy clefairy clefairy! Clefairy clefairy. Clefairy!" Logan replied with the pace and sanity of a Priest of Amoon convulsing on the ground, speaking in tongues.

The Clefable was smiling slightly, patting his belly, waving his staff, the sleeves of his new sweater a little too long for his hands, and thus obscuring them entirely. Nevertheless, he raised his staff again, and it was really beautiful and kingly and brought a tear to every Clefairy's eye within a fifty mile radius. Then, he scampered off like a wild animal into the heart of the forest.

"What did ya say to him, Logan?"

"Well I had to thank him for all the Feebas and stuff."

"Neat."

"I'm going to miss these guys…" Logan sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I can't go with them, though. I'm not a Clefairy."

"Dang right you aren't. Although you may be a Cleffa…"

"Speaking of that, look what Granddaddy Clefable gave me!"

He threw the Poké Ball, and out from it sprung a tiny little Cleffa.

"Whoa… why's he leaving that one behind? That's kinda rude, isn't it?"

"She's the newest granddaughter of Granddaddy Clefable. She was only born two days ago… he was worried she wouldn't be able to make the trip with the rest of them. A rocket ship is no place for a baby, Ryan."

"Well, that's debatable. Says who exactly?"

Logan shook his head. "Look man, you don't have to be so hostile about everything."

"Fine, fine. Well, great job. I'm sure you'll do an excellent job of raising and breeding this one, etc."

"Yeah, thanks. Oh… and speaking of which, I have an idea."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Take out Dexter." Ryan pulled out his Pokédex like a pro. "No, no, no… your Eevee, I mean."

"Uh, okay…"

Out came glorious Dexter, who yawned a cute, "Vee!" upon seeing his old master standing before him.

"Heya boy! Remember me?"

"Eevee." He walked up to Logan, brushing the side of his head against Logan's leg affectionately.

"Anyways, he learned this move called Charm at level 29… but I replaced it after he leveled up again so that he wouldn't evolve into anything before I was ready to choose his evolution. Anyways, if you want, I can have Cleffa teach him the move again… only, if he learns it, he'll become a Sylveon. But I wasn't sure which Eeveelution you were hoping Dexter would become… it just seemed like everything else I brought up before was met with pretty stiff resistance."

"Hey, you're the one who thought Glaceon's a good call."

"Glaceon is an amazing Pokémon, Ryan!"

"That's not true at all, man. But what do you think, Dexter?" Ryan asked. "Do you want to become a Sylveon? Or would you rather be something else, hmmm?"

"Vee vee!" the Pokémon responded enthusiastically, jumping up and down slightly.

Sylveon's a bit of a dandy, but he's got a point… when I was researching this with Dex before, he said that either Sylveon or Umbreon would probably be the best choices… and Dexter's already beaten an Umbreon. "Well, that settles it, I guess. Let's do it."

"Alright! Cleffa, use Charm on Dexter right now!"

"Cleffa? Cleffa?"

"It's okay girl, this isn't a fight… you're just gonna teach him to remember an old move is all."

"Cleff… cleffa!"

The little puffball bounced forward, singing to herself and cozying right up against Dexter's mane. Her eyes got all wide and cute and sparkly, and she sucked on the tip of her finger in a very kawaii display. Dexter too made a face, mimicking the gesture, and after two or three attempts at trying to be cute, it suddenly worked! It was a magical moment for sure, and Ryan was a little disappointed his Eevee hadn't spontaneously transformed into a Kadabra.

A flash of light enveloped Dexter, and his form began to spread, elongate, and twist into something different. By the time the light had faded, Ryan could clearly see the Pokémon standing before him was a Sylveon, not an Eevee. He had turned all pink and white, with ribbons in his ears, and a bow tie on his chest. What a beautiful boy he's become.

"Sylveon, the Intertwining Pokémon. Once a fight breaks out, it will unflinchingly charge at dragon Pokémon that are many times larger than itself."

"Whoa… cool. So now you're going to be courageous, aren't you boy?"

"Veon!"

"Thanks, Logan, I appreciate it."

"No problem, dude."

They returned their Pokémon just as the giant rocket ship began to take off, rumbling the ground, sending plumes of smoke cascading in all directions. Like a shooting star, the metal contraption, shaped like a big red rocket or something, went flying off into the air. It was really pretty.

Logan wiped his eyes, not watching them leave. Instead he turned, knelt, and started collecting some berries to take back with him into town. That was probably for the best, for as Ryan watched the rocket shoot off towards the sky, it suddenly shook, changed trajectory, and went sailing wildly, its body ripping and tearing apart, slamming far off into the sea.

Dang. Rip in peace Granddaddy Clefable. Guess a bunch of forest fairies aren't actually great at building rocket ships capable of intergalactic travel. Who would've thought?

In the town of Three Island, there was nary a person around save for two imposing men leaning against their motorcycles outside of the local Pokémon Center. As Logan and Ryan, inconspicuous and not looking for even one bit of trouble, no sir, were making their way inside, one of the guys whistled to them.

"Sup, D."

"Neither one of us is D, so you must be mistaken mister."

"Either one of ya wanna join our motorcycle gang?" the other man asked. He was grey-skinned, grey-haired, grey-eyed, wearing dark leather and fingerless gloves and wide earring hoop piercings. He had a tattoo of what appeared to be a lambent Brumak on his throat. "Name's Prescott. I'm the leader of our gang."

"Impressive gang you've got going there," Ryan observed. "Sorry, but we can't be your wingmen today."

"What about tomorrow?" the other man asked. He was bald with a thick blond beard and a scarred, wrinkly face. He was smoking a cigarette, but upon that last slight, he threw it into the dirt in anger. He was wearing a nametag with the handwritten name of 'Roland' on it, so that his name could be introduced into the story in a very fluid and natural way. "You two're just a couple of Meowth anyways."

"Hey, watch your mouth! That's the Indigo League Champion you're talking to!"

"So?" Prescott chuckled.

"Why would anyone join your gang anyways?"

"We're located in Kanto," Roland spat. "Got a lot of riders in Vermilion City. Come back with us, and we'll show you just how powerful we are."

"Na, we're good."

"What's there to do in this town anyways? There's no one here… no prospects, no future."

"Look, we're just taking a much-needed vacation. I don't have to justify myself to you at all."

"We pick up a lot of kids from Sevii," Prescott mused. "You'd be wise to join us."

"Or what?"

"I'm not threatenin' ya, kid. The Coalition of Ordered Gangs is just lookin' to boost its numbers. If we get some more members, maybe we can even take over the Berry Forest across the bridge… I've heard all sorts of berries grow in that place. We'd be able to sell them for a premium price… it'd be a good business venture. But we need more people to guard the place, to gather the berries, to work and get rich with us. Whaddya say, kids?"

"Dexter, go!" Ryan said impatiently.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, is it?'

"Echo, help him out!"

Out came the Sylveon and Scyther. The two bikers exchanged a look before replying in turn. Their Pokémon were about as impressive as they were: a Cacturne and a Hypno.

"I've got the prickly dude," Ryan said. "You get that nosey little guy."

"On it!"

"Fairy Wind, Dexter!"

"Aerial Ace 'em, Echo!"

The men didn't say a word. Both of the boys' Pokémon moved first. Shooting a sparkly gust of wind at Cacturne, Dexter held his poise, and in only that single attack, he felled his enemy. The cactus-looking 'mon could barely take even a little bit of fairy dust, and as soon as it touched its skin, the thing screamed and fell over unconscious.

Echo meanwhile exchanged a few Aerial Aces with Psychics, but Echo was never seriously threatened either. A moment later, the Hypno fell over unconscious. Roland and Prescott exchanged a look–one could almost say they looked a little surprised, a little fearful, perhaps even a little embarrassed.

"You're not going to take over the Berry Forest," Ryan said flatly. "If I ever see either one of you on this island again, I'll have Thurnax deal with you."

"Thurnax?"

"She's my Mega Dragonite, and she doesn't put up with low-life scum like you. You'll be taking a long swim in the ocean if she ever sees you again, catch my drift?"

The men exchanged another look, grumbling curses and spitting to the dirt. They hastily jumped on their bikes, awkward as a pair of flopping Magikarp, and sped off at high speeds down the road.

"We got those scrubs good, yo."

"They weren't anything special."

"Lemme see if Alex is done with Prima yet. We should all meet up on Five Island, since we haven't checked that place out yet."

"Oh yeah… what's he doing with her anyways?"

"You wouldn't understand, Logan."

"Oh okay."

For more reasons than one, Ryan thought wryly. He texted Alex then, and Alex responded that he was indeed done meeting with Prima for the day. The teal-haired boy asked Alex to meet them on Five Island when he could, and after arrangements had been made, he released Thurnax from her ball.

"Alright, girl, take us to Five Island! I wanna do some exploring down there."

"Heieieiahah!" she growled happily as the two boys jumped on her back.

Then, leaning forward, she kicked off, the wind gusting through the air, moving with extreme speed like a falling star cutting its way through the sky.

South of the ruins of what seemed to be a recently-abandoned Painted Dragons outpost, the two explored the Five Island Meadow. There, Ryan ran into a sassy floating Ferroseed who wanted to fight.

"Katagiri, show that ball of spikes whatcha got!"

"Froakie!" his little buddy chirped eagerly.

"Ice Beam that sass mouth brah!"

"Ferro ferro ferro!" the other Pokémon taunted.

The Ice Beam impacted hard, sending Ferroseed flying back. It replied with a Metal Claw swipe, hitting Froakie, making him cry out, but not damaging him too badly.

Another Ice Beam was met with another Metal Claw, and now both Pokémon were showing signs of fatigue and visible damage. Ryan had his little froggy buddy use one more Ice Beam, forcing him to absorb a third Metal Claw, before throwing an Ultra Ball out.

The Ferroseed popped out, slamming into Froakie's face with a Tackle attack. Curse this stubborn ball of spikes! He threw another ball, and this too Ferroseed broke out of after only a few struggling seconds inside. This time, when the Ferroseed attempted to Tackle Froakie again, it missed entirely, skidding into the sand and getting stuck like a fallen meteorite for just a moment. Since the Thorn Seed Pokémon's attack hadn't worked, it seemed like it should get to go again before Froakie attacked (not that he was going to), but Ryan wasn't having any of that.

"Stop resisting! I'll use a thousand Ultra Balls on you if I have to!"

He pegged the little thing again as it attempted to float back up, and this time, as if fell back and was sucked inside, it let out a cry of anguish, and though it struggled and struggled within the ball, it had used up all of its stamina. The ball settled, and flashed white, and vanished.

"Whoo baby! There's another one!" Ryan celebrated by spraying Katagiri in the face with a Full Heal, causing the little guy to fall of his shoulder croaking.

"Real proud of you, Ryan. You're gonna a Pokémon master one day for sure."

"I already am, yo."

"Oh, okay."

While scenic, there wasn't a lot to do on Five Island, so they continued traveling south. Ryan eventually caught a Carvanha with his fishing rod, while Logan managed to catch a Dunsparce. By around three o'clock, they had reached the southernmost island in the chain of Five Island's domain, where a magnificent grave marker to someone's Onix, named Tectonix, was erected in the center of the small little island. Overgrown with weeds and thorns, the site looked perhaps less impressive than it had sixteen years ago, but nonetheless, the two paused to admire the site for a somber moment of silence… until Ryan noticed all the Pokémon on the beach.

"Whoa… dude, look at all those Kabuto!"

Logan's eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh, Ryan! It's a Chrimbus miracle! Kabuto are supposed to be extinct."

"That's what they said about the Locust too, but they that way not here."

"Dude shut up. Stop referencing obscure things that I have no clue about!"

"Right on, Logan. My apologies," Ryan grinned sardonically.

Nevertheless, the two of them ran down to the beach, Poké Balls drawn.

Instead of trying to attack any, they first threw a couple balls at the clustered Shellfish Pokémon, but the balls just bounced off their hard shells, and the samurai-shaped creatures, likely feeding on seaweed washed up onto the shore, didn't even notice what had hit them. Not wanting to continue wasting any Poké Balls, Ryan released Thurnax, ordering her to use Extreme Speed on the nearest Kabuto.

Obliging him, the Dragonite rushed into the sky and then came slamming down upon one of the many Shellfish Pokémon, instantly knocking it out and sending it flying into the sea. Well that's just great. She's too good!

"Thurnax, return! Go, Alakazam!"

"Zam!"

"Psychic!"

His oldest buddy landed amidst the feeding Kabuto, angling his spoons awkwardly at the nearest one. Releasing a wave of purple energy, he sent about five of them flying in all directions, which was odd since Psychic is only supposed to hit one Pokémon. But since they were clustered so closely together, such an attack was like a shotgun blast, sending all the buggy should-be-fossils flying into the air. Ryan cringed at this moment in sympathy of Alex surely instinctively doing the same (it was good that he hadn't arrived yet in that case) if he had seen this with his own eyes.

Most of them disappeared, but one, landing on its back, wriggling is many feet, was left unfinished. Ryan tossed an Ultra Ball at its fleshy underside, instantly sucking it into the ball.

"Yessssssssssssssssss! I did it!"

Logan grumbled jealously and ordered his Okinaro to freeze a Kabuto for him, but it never seemed to be able to. Still, he was able to whittle down its health slowly but surely, its own attacks, a Scratch and a Mud Shot, hurting Okinaro, but never KOing the ice fox.

At great last, Logan, borrowing an Ultra Ball from Ryan, caught himself a Kabuto too. We're just too good at this, yo.

There were so many left on the shore that they were tempted to catch even more of these rarely-seen Pokémon, when suddenly, from behind, they heard a voice call out:

"Hey! Hey there, punks! Remember me?"

They noticed Jessica standing on the base of Tectonix's grave marker, smirking to herself about something. Oh great. She's going to ruin my whole day now. Just when I was trying to finally relax, ugh. What's a dude gotta do to get some peace and quiet away from all the scrubs and wannabe tyrants?

"Sorry we couldn't make it to your sweet mama's birthday party. I'm real sorry!" Ryan shouted back sarcastically.

"Oh, shut it. I'm not here to make you pay for that… I'm here to make you pay for all you've done to me… for all you've done to Team Rocket! I'll never forgive you for setting that Mew free! This is the end of the line, Ryan. I've got you just where I want you."

The boy yawned, unimpressed. "Lemme guess, you wanna fight me again just so you can lose in even more spectacular fashion than last time? Is that right?"

"Oh, I'm not losing," she smiled, pulling out a regular old Poké Ball and throwing it, releasing that very Pokémon Ryan himself had met on the uncharted island the Painted Dragons had been using as their staging grounds. No way… that's the Pokémon Mew was fighting! That's Mewtwo… a Legendary. What the heck? How did she get it? Was it hers all along?

But it didn't exactly look the same as before. Instead, the beast now wore a mask made of metal, glittering with blue and white lights. It stood calm and careful and then, without hestitating, flicked its wrist. At once, all eleven of Ryan's and Logan's inhabited Poké Balls shot up from their bags, hovering in midair before the Mewtwo. Each Pokémon inside was forcefully pulled out.

"Mewtwo!" Jessica shouted bravely as the waves crashed against the shore. "Destroy them all! Earthquake!"

As she ordered this, the Mewtwo began to glow, his form changing somewhat, his arms and legs growing bulkier, his ears growing longer, his tail disappearing. A Mega Evolution… are you kidding me right now?

"Hacks!" Logan called.

Before anyone knew what was happening, the ground rumbled, and the eleven Pokémon standing in opposition to the crazed beast were attacked. This isn't fair. If she gets to use a Legendary, I should get to use one too! Nevertheless, Jessica seemed unconcerned with being fair and so eight of their Pokémon–Chansey, Alakazam, Vulpix, Seel, Sylveon, Ditto, Squirtle, and Mareanie–were instantly knocked unconscious by the blow.

Those who remained were immune to Earthquake: Thurnax, Echo, and Shenlong.

"Thurnax, Dragon Dance!" Ryan shouted desperately, knowing his only hope of overcoming this terrible and deadly creature was with his most powerful Pokémon. Echo and Shenlong would stand no chance against it, but still they used Aerial Ace and Bite respectively, doing minimal damage to the Legendary Pokémon. Thurnax did a little dance, and that alone made her stronger somehow, but Ryan wasn't about to question the logic of that in so desperate a situation.

As turn two came upon them, Ryan knew it was time to get down to business. "Alright, girl! Extreme Speed!"

And as he ordered her to do this attack (the other two performing the same attacks as in the last round), he pulled the vintage pocket watch from his pocket, fitting Thurnax's Mega Stone into it, watching her change, her ears elongating, her wings becoming more puffy, her scales shimmering blue and white.

She hit the Mewtwo so hard that, even in its mask, he could tell it was shocked. It stumbled back after taking the blow, for a moment doing nothing but gawking at Thurnax, mightiest of dragons. And then it lunged forward, using Ice Punch to instantly silence her.

It was over then, almost as fast as this whole ordeal had started. Both Echo and Shenron lunged upon the Mewtwo, using their attacks, but they weren't experienced enough, weren't strong enough to damage it. A single volley of Rock Slide followed, and the boulders that materialized over the Scyther and the Gyarados were unkind to those two. Ryan's and Logan's courageous warriors fell with whimpers beneath splitting rocks.

The Kabuto were fleeing into the ocean, having witnessed the grim spectacle. Ryan and Logan returned their battered and beaten 'mons, and now Jessica held the high ground over them.

"Froakie!" Katagiri cried, the innocent fool, leaping from Ryan's shoulder, running at Mewtwo while spitting Bubbles. The harmless attacks popped against Mewtwo's leg, and the beast looked down upon Katagiri like he was little more than driftwood. With a careless gesture, he summoned a Water Gun in his palm and fired it, nailing the Froakie in the face.

It's okay buddy… you did the best you could. "Katagiri, Return!"

"Well, well, well… looks like I've beaten you," she smiled, walking up to her slavish pet, spraying it in the face with a Full Heal and discarding the used canister into the sea. "Now then… do you two have any last words?"

"I can't fast travel when there are enemies nearby!" Logan said bitterly. "I curse that useless feature!"

"Yo, Mewtwo, don't you remember me?" Ryan asked the creature, trying a hail mary technique. "Yesterday… on that island… I wasn't there to hurt you… you know that, don't you? Don't you remember me? Hey!"

Mewtwo remained stoic beneath his metal mask.

The purple-haired girl sniggered. "In that case, this is goodbye, Ryan."

"Wait!" a voice rang out from behind them.

Jessica paused; the Mewtwo spun around.

Oh snap! Stepping off Tsunami, Alex adjusted his cap, returning his Gyarados to his ball. "You still have to get through me," he spoke in an unimpressed tone. "And I'm not nearly as much of a pushover as those two."