• Published 14th Nov 2017
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Missing Number Escapes To Equestria - The REAL Mister Pkmn



The Ponies thought that they'd seen it all. A Nightmare from the past, a Lord of Chaos, an invasion of bugs, a Dark King, indestructible vines, a Magic-eating Centaur, a Cult that removes Cutie Marks, and mass abduction. They thought wrong.

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ERROR ONE: Data Corrupted. No Purpose Could Be Found. Move This File? <Y>/N

The world of Pokémon. In our reality, it exists only as a series of games, a bunch of hexadecimal code strung together. However, in the vast expanse of the multiverse, there lies a world of Pokémon that is very real. This world is where our story begins. It is known that there are hundreds, if not thousands of different Pokémon in this world. From number 001 Bulbasaur, to number 802 Marshadow and beyond, all Pokémon have found their purpose- except for one forgotten Pokémon. Its number is special- 000. Its name is MissingNo., but not many have ever even heard of this particular Pokémon. Most that have heard of it consider the very idea of this Pokémon a pure myth that has no basis in reality. But there is a small number of those that have heard of it that know what it once did. MissingNo. was once in charge of regulating irregularities in nature. “Glitches”, if you will. However, as it cleaned up the problems, it changed to be more of a “glitch” itself. Nowadays, very few “glitches” remain aside from MissingNo. itself. Because of this, we find ourselves watching MissingNo. ponder about what its purpose is after removing yet another “glitch”.

The strange figure made of whitish blocks arranged in an absurdly tall rectangle spoke in its garbled tongue.

"̶̧̢̢͖͇̖̣͓͎̀̈́͂̌̀Ḧ̴͔̤̗̣̺͇͙́ͅë̶͉͙̿͌̓͗̈́͗h̶̛̙̅̀͗͂̀̈́̃̊̽͝.̶̧̳͓͉͇̮̬̭͒ͅ ̵̛̤̟̘̟̇͛̎̅̓͛͑̓̂͑̈́̕A̵̧̧͙̗͚̪͍̰͉̥͆ͅǹ̸̼̯̜̹̰̭̮̰̠̦͐͒̆̿͛̒o̵̜̙͇̭͉͇̞͋t̴̳̤͖̟̥̜̰̊̋͑͑ḧ̸͖̘̖̘̙͇̘̙̝̰̅̔̇̑͝ę̵̛͉̺̣̗͊̾̉́͜r̷̝̙̻͗̈́̒̃̇̈́ ̴̛̳̹͚͍͕̖̝͉̯̇̑̒̑͆̃͐̏̒͒̂͝ͅo̸̢͔͈̖͍̗͕̯̾͋̉͊̍̔̈͠ͅn̴̖̯̤̬̼̜̙̬̆́̓͜͝é̶̛̹̖̺̥̟̂͂̔͊̍͑́͘ ̸͓͉̖͆̊͂͂̕í̶̧̯̺̖̺̹͓̠͕͎́̏̔š̴͓̦͉̰̦͉̮̰͓̓́͆̀̈́̾̕̚̕ ̶̢̛̛͉̳̉̾̈͋̃̽̅͌̈́͠͝ṛ̷͍̩̐̀̆̀̃̍͝e̴̡̻͇͓͉̺̠̹̣̔̓̒͋̒̔͘͘̕m̴̢̢̛͚͚̼̤̺̝͚̝̺̈̅͐̾̾̀̓̽͘̚ơ̷̰͎̰̯͉̟̈͛̌͐ṽ̸̪̯̤̞̽̚͜e̶̢̫̜͓̗͚͔͔̩̼͍̻̐͊̊̎̔̑̽̒͗d̵͖̜͎̦̠̝̬̭͔̎̑̆ͅ.̷͈͍̘̣̘̙̗̠̓͋̑͑͜ ̸̢̰̰̯̞̜͚̩̬̄̔̾̋̀͠T̴̳̰̱͎̘͓͂̒͒̊̉̆̈́̀̀h̵̡̢̝̯̟̙̣͉̦̗̺̿̐̄͆́̋͋͐͜ͅë̶̠͖̪͖́̃́́̕͝ ̷̡̳̮̙̝̱̐͑̀̋̏̿͜͝͝o̵͔̞̯̝͎̅̆̂̃̈́͜n̴̡̟͉͙͕͚̞̫̬̾̅̎͋͆̊ͅẽ̴̜̼̠̈́̊̓ͅͅs̵̤̒͊̈́͗̚ ̸̛͓̖̳͕͇̜͎͕̬̩̦͛̄̓̍̈́̚ͅt̴̡̥͉̙͎̪͛̌͗̂͛̑͗̌̌̋̈́̊͠ḧ̴̢̼̪̪̜̩͓͙́̏͌͆͌͑͘ā̵͇̱͚̈́̈́͛̽t̷̛̠̘͉̑́͒́̒͑̍̿͑͠͠ ̵͚̰͙̈̊́̀̆̽̓͑̍͘͝r̴̼͔̘̥̤͕̹͎͎͛̐͋͗͗̀͑̚̚̕͝͝ͅę̴͇̖̣̑̄͊̾̔͊͜m̸̧̛̜͎̩̩͕̍͒̓͝â̴̧͇̘̤͍̝̯͛͊̿̄͗̔͂̉̚i̵̧̤͚̝̜͉̮̣͎̞͂͌̈́́͌͜͜͝͠n̸̬̲̙̰̫̐̔̆͒̄̓͝ ̷̢͍̦̜̠̱͌̐͐͐̀̉͌̑̅̔̀͝a̷͉̦̥̻̳͎̎̅ṟ̶̖̅͋̉ḛ̶̛̒̽̉̀́̀́̔͝ ̷̢̢̠͖̠͉̦͓̫̦̹̺̑̈́̀̇́̾̀̌͜o̷̧̧̭̩͖̘̝̳̜̫̐͛̕ͅñ̴̪͂̑͆̊̍́͛̇̕e̴̠͚͔̹͍̭̳̯͊s̴̭͍̟̦̑̾̆̆̽͒̿̕͘͜ ̴̼̬̯̫͇̞̠̯͚̐̌t̸̯̜͈́̄̀̇̃̓̅̌͒̋͠͝ẖ̶̜̙̱́̃̓̎̈́̅͘̕å̷͔̖̗̪̖̝͍̩̞̘̌͜ẗ̷̛͕́͛̐́̈̃̇̈́͘̚͠ ̷̖̘̆̌̅͐́̕w̵̧̩͚͚̪̻̥̼̹͝i̴̧̡̛̯̮͓͚̤̞͌͑͋̅́̂̚͜ͅl̸̡̧̢̯͇̝̜̞͛̊̔͋̎̉̐̓̿͠͝ļ̷̥́̓͆̇̇̎̒̊͑̾͝͝ ̷̡͚̪̙̠̹̖͎͇̯̭͔̼̄́̑͗̀͆̂̉͛d̶̛̖̪͖̤̦͌̎̒́̌̈̍̓̒͜͜͝͠í̸̙͙͍͌̑̐̏̇͜s̵̡͕͎͚̗̮̖̲̩̤̗͕̃̉̀̀à̶̜̲̱̫̟̜̌͊̎̓p̵͓̻̳̀͌͒͘p̵̛̦̜͈̰̣͋̊̾́̆́̒ȩ̵̤͎̊̂̓͐̒̕͘a̵̬̬͆̄ŗ̶̰̱͈̼͈̥̰̀̊́ ̴̡̜̜͚͈̣̳͉͚̼͑̓̓̀̀͆̽s̷͕͚̆̉͊̇̐̎̓̒̀̚ͅo̸̗̬̦̱̥̺̰͍̖͔̝͒̍̂̽̄͐̈́̌̔̈ö̴̢͕̞͈̙͉̼̤̖͖͍̱́̍ņ̸̨̢̨͓̣͓͇̜̖̥̩̒͋͑̕,̶̰̳̤̪̌͌͆͆͐̾͋͘ ̶̧̡̡̙̈̅̊͊f̸̡̫̝̟͙̦̪͈͍͓̣̝̓̀͋̊̆̃̑̽̊̏̽̚͝ǫ̴̧̞̯̻̙͇͖͙͚̫̔͂͜r̵̯̬̠̼̠͚͓͇̮̰̱͂̿̃̚̚͝ ̸̨͍̲̲͈̮̯̗̿̂̈́t̴͖̜͌̃͜ḩ̷͈͎̥̟̩̪̤̆ė̷̺͔͚̺̠͈͙͘͜y̷̹̠̲͇̓̈̚͝ ̶̡̻̞̖̜͒̐̂̆̀̓̃͒ą̴̱͎͚̰̱̯̾͂̎́̆̇̄̃͆͜r̴̝͖̳͕̦̜̙̻͎̙̹̀̽͆̇̍͌̅͛̑͝͝ͅȩ̶̪͖̗̺͓͎͓͇͕̺̘͐̀̿̕ ̸̡̨̢͚̼̬̟̯̻̹̦̙́ͅw̸̜̱͓̙͓̅͊̂̀̃́͊͝ͅͅͅė̵̛̛̙͕̮͙͈a̷̛̩̱̖̳͎͙̫̮̙͛̃̂͋̾̓̂̈́̏̑͝͝ͅͅk̵̨̛̗̞̤͔̼͍͍̰̎̈͛͐͛̉̄͂̾͘͠.̴͔̜̦̝͔̲̮̫̰̞͖̿͆̄̀"̴̡̢̧̛̞͍̠̥̙̫̗͚̘̺̑

The strange figure simulated a sigh of exasperation.

"̴͖̜͎̞̹̼̱̥̪̻͂͒Ẉ̸͂̅͛̈́̏͂̊̿̕h̸̤̫̮̫̞̻̫͇̏͒ä̶͉͖̲̜̞̞̜̖̙̿̐ͅt̸̨̹͔͍̬̝̖͓̱̯̿̈́̈́̏̒͌͋͊͌̿ ̶̛͇̺͕͇̉̃̈́̒̑̉̈͑̕͘̕ͅń̸̛̠́̎̓̈́̒̒̂ͅǫ̶̢̛̛͖̯̦̗͙͓̱̘͎̬͔͋̂̏́̀͝͠͝w̶̥̙̜̙̖̙̍̽̌̀͘͜?̷̧̛̰̙̲̯̖͇̼̮̖̎͌́̔͐̈́͑̂̀ͅ ̶̥͙̳̰̬͕̉̌̍̾̇̊͗͛̅̌̊͝͝I̶̢̮͓̮͙̹͍̖̠̺͛͒͜͜ ̵̡̝͍̮̌͒̐͆̆̃́̌̋ợ̷̧̰̱͚̓̏̊͗́̾̆͘͝͝͝n̵̡͉̟̈́͒̊̀͝͝l̶̩̱͇̟͎̺͚̒̔̀̇̾̄͜ͅỵ̶̟̱̥̓͆ ̶̨̛͈̰̗͇̱̣͖̩̞̳̟̾͌͌̉̎͋̿͒̿͆ͅḧ̶͉̘̠̗̳̖́̋̉͌̇̇̈̀̄̈̍́ͅa̷̢͖͇̮̣̰̖͖͈͔̓ḑ̴̡̹͙̺̜̠͓͓͚̬̍́̇̈́̀̓̕ͅ ̴̨̠̮̻̬̔͗̈́͑̐̌̐́͑̚͝ͅa̸̡̺̖͚͉̱̦̗̖̲͑̇̿̃̑́̀̅̇ ̴̩̊̾̀̀̓͊̌͆̀͜͝ͅͅp̸̧̛̺̯̯͎̯͈͈̱̞̃̓̄̈́̒͆̃͑̑͝͠ͅṳ̶̲͈̯́̋̒̌́̾̅̏ͅr̸̡̛̛̬̖͖̳̠̪͚͔̲̻̤͆̾̄̓̿̐́͂͝ͅp̷͎̲̳̗̪̓̐͛͘o̴̥̘͖̹͎͚͓̭̖̭̜͍̿̍̅̿͗̅̾̓͜͠ś̷̢͕͓̦̱̤͙̙̬̏ͅè̵͖̹͚̙̟̽̈̎̚ ̴̪̻̠̜̰̬͈̘́͗w̶͇͈͉̗̳̝̜̔̑͂́̓̔̔̈́̒̕͘h̴̖͇͇̱̘͇̺̆̋͠i̷̫͂̀̄l̸̛̫̟̰̻͎͇̊̊͌̆̋̓̕͜͝͝ḙ̵͍͍̈́́̓̆͛͑̊̇͒̍̚͝ ̵̢̢̮̥̰̞̞̩́̈̊̂͐͑͘ŝ̵̝̯͓̟͓͖̝͙̫̺͓̦̽̀ͅţ̵̡̭̼̲͕̻͕͕̦̈́͗̍͆̿̔̇̀̀̓̚̚r̸͉̬͗͆ö̴̢̧͍̲̘͙̫́̂n̵͚̐̀̂͋̓͒̔̅͌̒̕g̸̡͕̘̰͖͒̈́̏̈́̔̀̉̌̕͠ ̵̡̧̠̞͔̟̳̜̐̊͒̿̒̿̿̎͌̿̋̚'̴̨̣̙̜̦͚͊̿g̶̢̧̺̯͔͉̳̩̤͑̂͊͘͠ļ̶̮̭̮̦̻̮̰̰̎ͅi̷̡̱̗̩͍̊̓͌̀̄̆̐͌͝t̸̡̯̝͕͖̗͇͓̺̦͇̭̀̓̐͌̉͂̓͌̉̒̐͝c̶̢̰̥̘͎͖̙͖̩̓͒͛̏͐̕͠͝h̵͓̠͕̞͍͇͖̐̊̉͂̀̈́̓̕e̵̘͇̱͓̾s̸̺̘͚̹̲̰̳̉̇̚'̴͎͛̏͂̔͛͂̅̊̄͝ ̶̧͍̠̣͇̮̮̤̞̞̅́̈́̋̋́́̐͆͊͋̑ͅͅw̶̲̮̄̓̿̂̂̀͠ȅ̵̠͚͈͚̯͇̟̖̘̘͔̄̒̋͌̎̑̉̽̚͠ͅŗ̶̬̼̮̫͈͍͚̞̼̟͔̭͠e̸͖͂̆͝ ̶̯͎͉̱̬͓̭̈́͛̂̋̀̑͑̏̑͜͜͝p̷͈̄r̴̜̟̣̼͚̙̹͎̱̋͒̍͜è̴͕̗͎̈́́̋͊̂̀̀͂͑̔s̴̮̫̭̓͠e̵͓̼͖͙͕͈̱̠͍̎̽̌͝ǹ̵̢̦̘̺̓̋̏t̷̛̪̫̤͓̟.̸̱͓̠̪̹̙͔̥̟̟̤̫̑̇̔̃̃͋̂̉͘͜ ̶̧̛̺͚̺̥̬̯̜̟̩̐̀̿̀̾̇́͂́̚ͅN̷̯̄ō̶͇̓́̎̀̇̔̆̕w̶̧̡̛̗̞͎̭̗̲͐̉͒̃́̂͒̑̉̕͜͠͝.̸̡͔͇̹̮̭͓̘͙̗͐̊͛͗̒̏͒͝͝.̵̟̬̮̘͇͎͖͍̳͐̈́̇̓̚.̸̨͔̜̞͙̩̯̣͎͖̼̯̲͊̂́̾ ̷̡̡̱̜̗̫͙̝̅͠o̷͓͈͌͊͒̾͋͌̏͌̄̓̏͛̄n̷͎̹͖̫̘͚̫̞̠̝̈́̽̑l̶̬͚̣͜͝y̵̧͓̞͓̳̩̖̝̞̼̼͋̿̊ͅ ̵̡̧̳͙̻͎͇͖͍̼̿̂̚ẅ̴̦̠̦̦́̓́͒e̴͉̠͇̟̭̝͓͉͓̋̾͋̒̉̆̔͗a̸̙̺͖̺̞͂̂͗́̀̔̒̎̂̋͒͘͝ͅͅk̶͉̗̟̤̜̺̰͔͋̈̏̈́̽̚͝ ̴̨̉̍̇̊́̊͝͝ő̶̼̪̝͙͎͕̳̮̖͔͘n̴̛̞̮̩̣̩̪͔͉͍͑̀̇͒̋͑͆̚͘e̴͓̍̿͝ş̸̨͈̤͇͇̜̭̊̃̏̅ ̵̛̻̜̦͖͆̀̾͐͐̈́́r̶̨̧͚̝͍̰͉̺̭͙̗̹͛́̍̉͂̅̀͆e̴̩̣̣͎̺̯͇̒̀m̸͔̤̣̜̳̮̈́̀́̊a̴̡̹͙͎͈͖͑̋̀̓̀̋͐̄̃̆̍͜͜i̸̙̱̭̰͖̝̫͖͈̐̊̂̈́͜͝͝n̴̙̗̋̔́̀̎͝ͅ.̸̡̧͎̼͎̣̺̞̽͌̈́̅̍̔̓̈̎̌̕̕͠ ̷̧̠̗̅̑̀̂̓̓̅̇͗͘̚O̴̧̪̗̺͇̺͓̦̹͖̣͐̎͂̾̾̾́̉̽̄͝ņ̸̨̖̯͚̦̰͇̰̣̳͍̑̍͐͋͗͐͗̔͐͘̕͜͝͝ȩ̷̡̨͚̤͚͇̼̖̘̥̓͆̌̊̌̀͌ŝ̸͙̼̲̻̱̭̥̠͎̼͘ ̶̜͗̚t̸͔̖̐̑͐̈́h̶̢̬͎̥̱̩̀͘̚͝ȁ̸̢̢̟͖̭̳̖̤̦̮̝͖̋̈͝ͅt̶̨̢̡̟̲̩͇̩͖̣̩̂̀̉͗̄̈́̈́͜͝ ̷͓̋́́͋̏̌͘ẅ̴͇̗̜͖̤̟̞̮̗͕̥̜́̈́͗̾́͆̕ͅḯ̶̺̼̘̠̖̌̉̐̽͊̉̾̏̓͝͠ĺ̵͚́͐͛̍̉̏̕ḻ̸̩̦̟͓̔̓̆̿̿̓̅̾́̇̚ ̵̛͈̻̣̳̯̐̈́̄́̇̑̓̿̅̄̚c̴̭̤̖̀́̐͐͑̀o̶̞̗̓͋̀͊ṙ̵͕̰͚̝̦̠̲͇̠̬̔͋̈́̍͗͊̂̚̚̕͜͝ͅr̵̨̞͆̈́̾̀̒͘͠͠͝e̵̟̼͙͔͇͓̪͎̹̣̒͐ͅͅc̷̹̞̞̙̺̲̭͇͙͖̥͕̗̈̈͒̊t̶̩̗͓͔͇̍̉̍ ̵̛̻͔̩̞̲̮̜̠͍̖̖̺̝̐̄͆͘t̷̛̛͚̰͍̺̆̏̒͌̂̀͜ḩ̴͓̙͔̟̖͎̺̦̼̪̽͒̔é̷͕͇̲̘̰͛̏͜͠ͅm̵̢̼͎͇̦̬̳̙͉̻͕̞̉̚s̶̟̥̩͚̜̭̩̼͖̫̬̉̏̏̋̍̽̄̚͜è̷̢̡̳͕̤̟̹͎̙̿̔͂̿̀͂͆̆͘̕̕͝l̴̞̺̈͋̐̿͌͗̓͛̄̌̆͘v̵̡̛͓̩̔̽̾͒͝ě̸̝̟̹̣͌͐̂͠s̷̪̩̰͎̿͆̉͒̓̏̇̑͘.̶͕̱̲͉̭͍̫̘͇̹̩͇̏ ̶̡͚̱͈̩̫̜̾̋̀͂͐̿̐̀W̷̨̧̢̡̺̜̥̬͎͇̬͉̄̀̈͐͑̎̓͌̀͐̕͜͝h̵̢̢̫̗͙̰͉͈͇̹̹̉̑̐̇͗͒̂̂́̈́͘͜͝a̴̡̱̙̓͒̃̆͌̊̏̒̿͝͠t̶͈͉̬͚͚͎̲́̈́̄̒̽̆͛́̾͆̚̚͝ ̷̡̤̘͍͈͓̞͑̒̌͌́͂̎̒̋̏͌͘̕͜p̸̢̨̘̟̥̜̠̣̤͊̃̅͌̽̑́͐̄͗̚͜u̵͕̬̼͍͕͐̃̌̾͐̃̍͒ŗ̷̲̱̳͓̟̱̝͉̲͋̐̃̀͋̀̍͊̚ͅͅp̴̟͔̩̬͍̮͖͖̓̔̒̂͘͜͠ö̶̰͈̺̤̈̅̆͝s̶̡̼͉̔̅̈̐e̶͓̰͈̗͊͆̈́̄͑̒͗̈́̇̆́̓͠ ̴̡̢̥͚̗͍̻̄̎̿̈̈́̓͜h̶̛̛͙̯̱̪̄̓͑̂̎̄͋̀ͅȧ̶̡̞̭̱̟̺͔̥͇̆̏̒͆̈́́̀̀͠͝͝v̴̧͉̮̰̗̘͓̀̊̀̀̃́̀̂ͅẹ̵̢̟͖̣̣̖̲͎̭͂̆̚͜͜͠ ̷̂͘ͅḬ̵̢̉ ̷̳̇h̴̡̛̘͍̥͈̻̬͖̯̉͗͊ę̴̥̠̠̙̗̩͕͂̽̑̾͊͘͜͝r̶̨͎̝̹̰̟̗͋̀́̃̿̈́͐̀̃̚͜ḙ̷̛̙̦͈͚̟̳̾?̴̛̎̂̾͗̔̆́̍̇̕̕͝ͅ"̶̡̼̜̱̜͓̥̖̳͉̀̽͐̈́͊̑̐̕͝

However, MissingNo. was not to remain alone long- a strong light descended into the area, carrying a strong presence. MissingNo. had no need to avert its gaze, for any “eyes” it once had were glitched beyond recognition. The light abated, and standing before Missing No. was the creator of the Pokémon universe, Arceus. Arceus took a small glance at MissingNo, and spoke with a melodious tone. “Ah, MissingNo. How fare you this day? Keeping up with your work, I trust?”

MissingNo. would be glaring at Arceus if it had eyes. Instead, it simulated an irritated huff.

"̵͖̿̋̎͆T̵̨͔͚̺̹̻̫̥̓͋͒̾̀̍̔̇͑͘͝͝h̵̨̬̎̂̍̓͗̐̐̅̾͒̚͝ĕ̴̙͍͌̽́͐̔͜͝ȓ̸̘̱ȩ̴̢͇̳̈́̽̍̒̾̐̍͊͝ ̴̥̬͗̐̃̊̀̾̈́̊a̵̗̫͌͑̇́̀̂͌͒͊̓͌͠ͅr̴̨̧̗͔͍̜̜͉̹̟̫̻͒͋́͘͠e̸̲̩͓̣̿̀̊́͐̏͜ ̸̣̼͉͙̫́͗̐͝n̴̨̨̢͇̙̮̫̞͕͈̎̄́̈̓̈́͝ǫ̸̜̰̖̗̘̰̦̼͔͈̭̥͒̎̎ ̸̢̭̲̠̘̤̭̹̋s̶̨͇̼͕͈̹̘̟͗͗͒̍͜͝t̸̳̬̪͚͆ṛ̷̹̖͓̹̳̳͙̣̓̊͒̎̈̅̉̄o̸͍̤͇̣̝͖̰̰̗̻̅n̴͍͌̈͂͑͂̑̀̿̕g̶̡̝͖͔͎̭̻̙͙͍̙̏̓̔̐̑͗͑͝͝ ̴̢̨̛̺̞͙̫̜̤̱̇̾͌̀̆͊̕͠'̶̨̞̗͚̪̜͔̓̋͆͋͒̈͐͂g̴̢̘̜̲̲̲̓̈͛̉͂̉̊̑͐̓́͝͝ļ̶̱̼͓́͆̂̊̉i̵̝̭͈̜̻͍̠̩̖̯̾t̵̨̞̼̭͙̥̻̾̓̆̓́̂̏̆c̷̥̟̜͊̇h̶̨̧̰̳̼̹̮̕e̵̦͎̿̓͌͝s̴̢̻̙̣̠͚̭̖̰̀͊̐̆͘'̴͕͈̲̈́̄͑̎́̀̒̉͌̏̆̚͠ ̵̨̡̡̠͇̞͕͎͚̮̘̓́̃͒̋̔̇̅͜͝͠͠͝ḽ̵͈̣̺̿̈́̋̂̅̒̄̿͘e̷̡̱͙̼̜̹͔̺͙̩͑ͅf̶̧̨̦̜̠̰̈̇̓̅͐̀̉̓̔̐͝ẗ̶̢̡͚̞̫̔̀̈́,̶̨̣̲͉̥̯̯̼͚̠̬̟̆ ̸̧̢͎͎͓̑͋͆͌̊̂̐̋̂̕a̵͕̫̦̼͓̦͂s̴͔̜̭͈̤̠̭̥͕̤͖̽͗́͋̏́̐͐̅͘͘ĩ̸̡̱̹̮͎̈́͋̈́͐͒͗͝͝d̷̛̪̭͗͜ë̸͉̤̱̳̥̣̜̻̰́̓ ̸̣̟̈́̄̊͋̃͒͝f̵͎̪̦̎ŕ̵̖̜̅͌ō̷̗̝̃̄m̵̛̞̯̰̺̀͊̋̿̅̐͜ ̴͙̥̪̭̘͖̭̹́̑́͒̍̋͛̽̆̀̕͠m̸͍̙͕̹̥̖̣͋̑̋̏͆͘͜y̷͍̥͛̽̾̃̄̈̎̒̋̈́̐͝s̸̨̨̛̛̥̺̤̳͇͓͈̱̯̈́̓̔̓̌͛̋̏͊͝e̸̳̗̗͔͎̻̗͇͊͛̓̌͋̈́ͅͅͅl̵̨̪̠̗̻͓̖̙͈͍̗͍͖̔̓̇̾̉̿̈́̉͝͠f̷̨̢̟̯͇͇̦͔̆͑̔̊̀̀͗̎̃͝.̷̞̖̂̄͌ ̸̢̭̞͒͜A̴͈̖͙̔̆̑̔͗̃͝l̷̨̛̯̯͎̝̀̂͆̒̀͗̽̊̀̏̏͘l̵͕̲̮͍̹̲͕̱̼̖̀̀̒̾̈ ̷̛̠͎͚̻̠̇̊͌̄̂̉́̕͝͝ò̸̬͕̮͕̒̄́̋͗͝ţ̷̡̡̦̗̼̦̬͓͇̘̇̎̈́̊̋̽̏̎͆̚͜h̶̘͇̱̥̻̊̀̐͋͝e̸̡͕̮͙̫̮͆̉̊̒ͅṙ̷͙̭̹̖̮̗̩͖͎̖̹̇̃̿̿ͅš̸̛̯̯̟̣̟̞͈̒͗̎̑̐͘͝͝ ̶̧͈͕͈̼͕̏̕͠͝ţ̵̢͈̝̟̯̇̍̃́̑̎̀́̽̚͜͜h̸͇͎͚͈͎̭̱̠͇͈̘̟̅̒̽a̴̤͕͖͇͙̿̀̔̈́͊̉͊̓̒̕ͅt̷̘̻̼͆ ̷̫͋͆̓̈̎͑̽̌̀̍͐̾͘ṟ̶͚̟͎͖̠̼̀̊̆̅͝è̸̠̐̀̕͝ͅm̵̨̡̭̝̗̼͔͎͚̟̙͕̹̋̂́̂͋̒̓̂̄͂͋̅a̵̠̞̼̽̋͊̈́̌́̈́̍͘͝i̴̧̱͖͚̰̺̼͈̞̜͙̖͇̓̈́̾n̷̨̰͚͈̻̜̫̣̭͗́̽̍̎̄̀̓̋͋̂͐͂ͅ ̵̛̦͖̗͓͒̑̀̓̎̈́̄̀̀͝͝a̷̦̲̗̒̎͂̊̔͘r̶̢͖̲̖̜͖͕̬̣͚̈́͊̐ȅ̸̦̞̬̻̼̤̮̞̘͉̟̔̉̾̍͂̉ ̴͉͔̓̇̇̅͒̍̈͝p̶̭͒̑̈̒̑͒̽̾͂i̴̛̛̩̳̖̞̖̥͂͑̉̀́̉̐̕ẗ̴̤̀͂̏̇̉i̷̞̪̣̥̖̮͗̂́̓̋̾́͗̇̚͝f̵̻͈͖͙͉͇̙̹̙̘͕͔̋͆̈́̐̾̎̆͊̚͜ų̸͈̯͉͈̳͇͈̹͖̯̟̦̒̓l̵̡͚̦̩͍̯̠̒͂,̸̠̺̼̜̤̑̊͗̋̑̽͒͒̋̈́̑̚ ̴̛̦̊̎̓̆͜͠ͅả̵̱̲̇̋̈́̃́͌͗̓̚͘͠ṉ̶̻͂̆̑̑̏̋̈́̽̎̕͠d̷̛̮͎̩̬͓͍̃͜ ̵̧͔̪̮̊̎́͐̇͊̎̏̂͆w̶̥͐̿̊̌͊̏ȉ̵̢̺͔̞͕̖̬̼̺̳̟̽̉̉̓̈́̔̒l̸̢̧̳͚͙̯̦̞̄̓́̇͌̉̂͑͝͝l̷͇̲̟̝̘̘̿́́̽͆̓͆̃ ̶̙̲͒̈͘l̴̛̦̊̉̀̃̉͐̓͆ơ̴̡̡̟̱̫̘̋̄̕s̸͓͓̓̆̽̉͛̍̈́̓̃̚͝͠e̴̡̧̹̗̪͚̣̞̪̝̞͎̓͆͒̄̚͝ ̵͓̩̣͙̤͉̙̲̘̖̐̏͊̓̌͘͝c̴̢̛̟̪͔̘̙̟̲̙̜̻̀̀̓̓̎͂̒́͝o̵̧̪͍͖͎͇̠̠̰͆̓̊́̓͆͐͊̐̈̄̀́h̵͙̩̫̮͈͔̘͆̓ë̸̟̾̊͊̾̉š̷̨̧̛̛̯͍̻̺̫̩͔͕̣̘̦̀͐̑͂̈́̕ḯ̶̟̕o̴̢̜̤̥̮͎̖̐͗ņ̶̧͎̦̲̟̈́̉̆̾̐̄͑̓̏̍̕̚̚͜ ̶̗͍̘́̋͆͝l̵̹͕̠̗̑͑̓̅̆̇̏̈́̆̿̇̚̚ǫ̵̨̯͇͕͔͚̦̖̮̠̑n̸̢̡̨͖͓͓̮̲̻̪͉͕̔̂̓̽̓̈̇̂̉͘͘͜͝͝g̵̨̯̝̫̜̹͆̾̏̅̎̿̄̇̀̊̈̾̕͜ ̴̢̡̲̥̗͈̱̹͉͓͖͉̜̏̎̂͌͑͊̾̈́͒̈́̓͠b̵̨͎̝͈͖̞͙̗͍̙͕̈́̔́̎̈͘̚̕ê̷̢͎̳̬̊̌̒͆̏̐̔f̵͙́̎́̂̎̏̾̚̕͝o̵̝̙͍̹̤͎̥̙̼̓̚͜͠r̴̼̠͌̅́̔͆̔̈̔̿̅̊͝͝è̵̢͇͇͔͎̱͔̰̹̈̑͂̿́̐ ̸̡̨̼̝̥̮̗͉̹͔̣͊̅͛͆̀̂̔̋͐͑͠ͅṫ̴̡͈̩̣͙͔̖̰͕̍̋h̴͕̜̪̳͗͌̎́̑̽e̴̠̖̿ý̷̦͜ ̸̨̡̢̻͚̖̪͊͗͗͑̍͝b̶̢͍̺̟̳̺̖̘̟͕͂̐ͅȩ̵̪͉̩̙̼̞̦̪̞̝͍̻̈́̎̈̓͐̑̈́̐̈́̕͝c̶̡̻͇͙͇͈̰̾́̒̎͂́̉ơ̵̹̐́̽̀̋̆m̷̛̯͙̘̓̑̽́͋̊͗͑̉̚ȩ̴̧̨̱͇͖̜͓̳̈́͋̊̄͊͑̏͝ͅ ̷̡̮̪̼͎̬̳̩͍͕͜͠ͅà̷̛̼͇͕̪̻͕̆̃̐̽̈́̔͜ ̸̱̟̖̪̩͙̮̑̆͐̋̔̾͐͑͌͌t̶̡̛̠̜̥͖̻̣̄̋̈́͂͛̕ḥ̷̲̔r̶̰̙͛͑̀̂͂͂̕͝͠ͅe̴̢̛̫̣͍͚̎͂̓́̿͐͂̎̓̒͘a̸̡̭̲͈̩̳̋͘t̵͉̥̳͓̫̖͍͍̫̣̠̦̱̾̄̈́́̉͋̈͐́̾́̍.̴̼̟̗̰͉͚̝̤̒̒̓͊̓̑̎́̑ ̸̪̻̬͉̦̜͕̋͊͊͊͗̽̆̎̇ͅİ̴̢̺̠̫̩̱̗͓̲͓͕̫̥͋̈́̏̌̄̔́̓̆̓͌͝ ̵͖̰̹̦̰̈͒̑̈́͆̈́̽͗̍͠͠ĥ̶̛̛̛̥͖̱͔̆̀́͛̚͜͜͝a̸͉̮̙̱͍̹͋̈́̑̂̈́̓̅̈́̒̎̐͠v̵̖͑̊͐̇͘͝e̷̖̞̤̗͈̳̫̪͇̩̖͌̀́̇̓̑̋̋̊͑ ̵̡̛̠̃͛͌́̉̍̃̋n̷̰̪͊̃̾̊̂̍̔̑́̇o̵͇̮̮̝͖̺͈͚͈̪̠̅̾͌̈̀̾̀̆͑̌͛͜ͅ ̶͙̱̲͔̲͖̌̄̈́̾͊̀̊͆̌̋̕̕͜ṕ̴̛̝͎̩̅̐̓̎͌̿̉͛̉͘ụ̸̢̦͈̯̟͔͕̹̟͉̟̬̽͐r̸̡̢͓̩͉̜̗̱̜͓̫͍̋p̵̧͇͖̭͖̬̮̘͕̖̫̯͆̇̐̆͑͋́̈̽͝͠õ̴̧̮̜̫͇͆̋̓͘͝s̷̯̪̩̗̤͉̲̮͇̩͚̈́̄͛͑̏͑̈́́ͅe̶͖̞̞̣͑̋̑̈̽̈́̉̍̃ ̴̱̻͚̤͓̭̜̝̗̳̲̫̩̀l̵̡̞̮̜͖̯̣̬̟̪̫̋͐̆͌́̃͌͠e̷̞̫̘̮̘͑̾̑̀̔̔̄̽͆̂̇̚f̸̧̢̛͙͈͎̜̯͓͙̲̬̲̍̉͑ţ̶̛̜̗̺͈͇̅̾͑͜ ̶̳͇̯̘̝̲͔̱͎̀́t̸̯̲̰͔̰͓͔̮͉̻̲̠̅̋͒̓́̈́̈́̎͝ͅo̸̙̜͚͈͙̔̽̍̓͛͂͋́̀̑̋͛̑ͅ ̶̧̣̜̹̉̋͑̆̌͑̃̽̏̑̚͘p̷̢̞̟͔͕̭̐̓̂̈́̆́̇͘͠ė̵̖̙͉̰͔̼̍̀̅̄́̀̃̂r̷̥͇̉́͋̋͌̒̄f̵̬̣̭̦̬̹̈́̆̉̈́̈́͂͑̍͐͐͆͒ȏ̵̟͙̳̳̼̾̿̋͐̓͘͝r̶̦̰̟̳̱̰̺̎̚m̵̘͇̊̇̋͂̄̇͝͝.̴̛͉͍͈̲̭̀̀́̔͑̚ͅ"̸̳͍̹̗͖̪̬̱̤̪͍̦͋̂̾̍͊͠

If Arceus was surprised by that assessment, it showed no sign of it. Instead, it picked up where it left off. “I see. So you think you have outlived your purpose here? No ‘mon ever has done that- I’m sure that you are mistaken. Another strong ‘glitch’ will assert itself soon, I’m certain. Just be patient. Have I ever been wrong before?”

MissingNo. didn’t hesitate in answering.
"̴̡̧̝̜̥̩̔͊́͂͘T̷̛̳̺̫̥̹̘͖̞̤͈͗̽̊̉̈́̽́͠h̴̨̙̯̓̒̈́̿͌͂̎͘ȇ̸̞͚̬̙͔͕r̴̳̮̭͖̐̂̒̉͆̓̎̋̄͐͝ë̵͍̻̭͇̖̥́̕'̴͎͎̖̱͚̞͊́̓͐ͅs̷̛͚̭͙̱̻̓̄̀̀̀̓͋́͊͝ ̷̖͎̪̓̽̏̾̓͘͝à̴̫̭͈̜̳͖̲l̵̫̙̭̭̟͚̙̪̲̪̯̊̏̓̀̒͛̓̎͘̚͘͝w̷͚̻͍͈̬̝͖͉͂́̽͠a̸̦͓̯̮̰̓͑̀̈́͆̏͒́ŷ̸̖̦̪̻͕̘̙̟̇̋͠s̵̞̘̟͍̥̘͉̮̯͔͗̊̏̇̀͆͒̄̅̓͌̀͘͜ͅ ̷̨̛̛̞̣̞̘̠̥͈̣̘̽̓͋͌̽̆̽̈́̑̂̈́a̸̧͔̘̠̒̀́̓̈́͘͝͝ ̵̮͚̹̳̫̊̑̈̄͂̈́͘͝f̴̥͍̟̬̹̠̟̼͈̼̗͖̪̒̽̇͐͛̕i̵̧̦̳̲̱͘r̵͎͙̗̺̺͖̱̥̓͆̐̐͗̕̕s̶̨̝͔̝̲̑̀̓t̷̮͔̓̅̋͑̅̒͐̀̏̊͐ ̷̧̛͍̫̙͉̝̙̺͊̐̔̄͠t̸̮̫̟͓̭̲̐̋́̓̽̊̍̕į̴̧̡̨̮̗̗͕̐͛͋͊̈́̊̀͛͌̀͒̚͜m̶̡͔͇̰͇͙̮̈́̋̃̽̃̑̒̃̈́ḙ̸͈̘̼̙̙̓́̐́̒̎̈́̿̓̍͛͠ ̸̛͉̰͇͍͖̌̉̈́̏͝f̵̤͍̻̙̪̥̜̤͂̎͛̓̓̈́̓̃̚͘̕͝o̸͕̖̰̗͔̝͉͎̲̰͛̑̓́̍̈́̀̓́̕͜͜r̶̪͇̫͔̗͔̒̉͒̾̍͊̈́̑̍̊̍͘͜ ̴̝̗͋͝e̸̗̟̼̣͋̓͑̐̋̍̏͠ͅv̵̰͇̯͇̮̍̓̄̈̆̓̕͠ę̸̻̬̰̭̟͔̍̉̇̈́͐̆͋̕͝͝r̸͙̹͚̹̦̝̪̥̳̟̭̓̒͋y̶̯̞̖̖̮̗̋t̵̨͚̲̯͕̪̟͓̍͐̋͋̃̌͐̇͌̽ḧ̸͖̪͖̰̺̖̌̎̄̀̈́̓́̈̉̅̇ì̴̧̥̼͚̋̆͛̿ͅņ̵̨͎͉͈̥̯̙̟͉̳̈́̋̂̀͝g̵̨̛̫̈̅̌͗̌̈̅̒̍͊̈́͠,̷̢̨̧̼̜͉͙͚̦̩̃͛̍̈̋̉͝͝ ̸̫̩͚̪̠̰̲̠̬̾̉͝ͅA̴̡̪̹̦̱̱̘̪̭̘̎r̶̻͉̝̼̭̎̅̓c̴̢̧̧̰̘̞̯͕̞͔̫͂̓̍͂̄̀̃̂͋͗̈͒͠ȩ̷̳̬͔͇̬͎́̄̅̾̇ͅù̴̢͔̲̮͓͇͆̋s̷̨̳̏̄͋͆̾̂̈́͊̚̚͠͠.̴̡̨̲̩̞̘̣̲̪̉"̶̧̮̾̈́̐͗̏̀̅̏̽̂̀͌

Arceus sighed at this response, and shook its head. “I suppose that you want something to do in the meantime, then? But what should I have you do? Every time I send you on a sabbatical in this world, it doesn’t take long for ‘glitches’ to pop up again. This time too, will prove no different…” But then, Arceus’ expression changed slightly as he felt something in the threads of the multiverse. “... Unless you go to another world to deal with a ‘glitch’ outbreak there…”

This offer caught MissingNo.’s attention. At this opportunity, it simulated excitement.

"̶̗̩̹͋̊͛O̸̠͚̰͙̖͈͈̬͍̅̂̈́̽̀́̕͜ͅh̷̡̹͇͎̣͔̝̩̣͇̊̓̈́̈̚͝͝͠?̸̢̙̝̜̣͎͉͙͈̟͉̔́͜ ̴̧̢͚̮͎̝̥̝͔̠̣̻̦̌̑̅͊̓̕͝N̶̻̲͗̔͘̕͝ọ̷̡̜̭͍̣̬͎̎w̷̠̓ ̷̡̛̥̹̤͓̰͎̩͚̩͑̆̌̕͝͝t̷̨̤͖̩̿́̂͆́̆̋̐̈͘͘͝h̴̜̘́̍͐̇͋̍̒͊̈́̂̈́̕͝a̸̛̬͖̪͖̼̻̟̺̙͋̆̌̾̑̿̊ţ̶̡̨̱͕̗̹͍̞̪̬̾̀̋͋̀̄͐̒́͆̽̚͜ͅ ̴̩̳̤̩͙̞͈̬͇͋̾̄̈͗̆̈́̐͊͌͘i̵̢͇͔̦̘͓̟͗̇̎̈́̓̈́͊̊͆̐̈́̕̚ś̵͉̠̲̃̐̐́̊̔͘ ̶̨̨̥̤͖̤͓̼͖̯̞͉̍̊͆͐͛̍̐͋a̶̧͎͍͇̙̰̾̓͛̎̃́̑̊̀͝͝͠ ̷̰͎̗̔p̴̳̗͍̮̣̬͉̜̌͑͒͑̌̓̈͑͐̂̕ŕ̵̢̟͓̳̖͉͉͇̺̼̰̗̓̑̒͠o̴͖̩̠̯̊̾̊m̶̥̦̣̘̣̪̀̌̇̾͐̿̍͌́̕͘͠͝į̵̡̛̟͎̰͔͌͆̈́͆́̓̈́̈́̈́s̸̨̱͎͈̩̱̞̝̦̰̖̤͊͆̈̃̊̅͐ǐ̶̜̣̠̯͖̩͎͔̩̱̜̣ņ̸̮͎͕̖̖͈̜̞̦̀͜g̸̹̥͎͈̭͗̿̚ͅ ̴̢͓̺̤̮̝̳̜͔͓̹̯͓̉̃̔̚p̸̱̎̇̽̿͋̚r̴̨̩̳̗̱̭͇͖̗̼̱̓̉̐̀́̂̅o̶̧̲̝͕͔̐̉̓̆̈̾̌̊̊̌́̏͠ṕ̵̨̘̬̹̣̝̔̿̇̆̽̎̏o̷̳̯̼̻͚̻̻̐̆̎̆̕ṣ̶̨̧͖̲̺̪̣̱̬̻͋ą̴̣̹͇́̂̅̉͐̕͘ľ̴̝̻̓͆̈́̕̕̕͝.̷̫͙͖̯̻̭̯͜͠ ̷̨̈́̅̂͗̉̂̚͜͠Ẅ̸̜̮̟́̕̕h̸̢͈̩͙̖̤̮̞͖̹̿͌̆͛̄̌ę̷̛͕͔̺͚͛̓́͛͗̔̈́̂͜r̴̪̳͈̀͗͂̏͂̈́́͆̇̀͘ę̵̧̼̞̮̱̖͉͈̊̑̔̎̈́̓͌̽͘͜͠ͅ ̷̡̛̛͎̎̈́̀̌̆͐͂̀̚t̸͎͈̦͇͍̼̳̽̚ő̵̯̓̽̈́̃͋̽̃?̷̧̛̣̅̽̋͋̃͒̆̇̕"̸̜̹̪̱̍́̅͊̄͘͜

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Equestria, Planet Mytharia, 1005 CR, 20 minutes before arrival.

The heroes of Equestria that had defeated Nightmare Moon, Discord, Chrysalis, Sombra, and Tirek had gathered once again, all in Canterlot’s throne room. Celestia and Luna had called them there, rather urgently. Twilight spoke first. “What ancient evil has come back this time?”

Celestia shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s not like that this time, Twilight. We’ve never seen anything quite like it before. We have no way to properly explain what’s going on. It’s best to show you.” She levitated a Scrying Orb into the room, and cast a spell upon it. “Look, and see for yourselves.” And the six heroes did- and gasped at what they saw. Strange creatures that looked like they were made of whitish blocks and random parts from living beings were wreaking havoc on the world. A few of them were skeletons of long-dead creatures given life! Anything they touched ceased to work the way it should- but instead of doing something explicitly chaotic that made no sense, they just deformed to whitish blocks fused into whatever it was before, and doing its job too well or not at all. Rarity fainted, and the others had shivers run across their bodies.

Luna then spoke. “As you have seen, these creatures corrupt all they touch to become like them. No magic spell fired at them seems to hurt them. Weather itself cannot harm them, and what help Earth Ponies would be able to provide is worthless. We fear that nothing can stop them, whatever they even are.”

Celestia saw the state of the heroes, and cut in. “However, the Rainbow Magic may be our best hope- it doesn’t work like other magics, so it may have a chance of beating these… creatures.”

At this, Twilight and her friends gained hope. They all spoke up, with varying levels of confidence, but the sentiment was the same, that the princesses could count on them. But, before they could leave to fight, they noticed something on the Scrying Orb. They observed as a white portal opened in the sky. All the strange creatures seemed to look towards it as well. Out of it came the most strange looking of all the creatures yet. It looked to be about the size of a skyscraper, and the same rectangular shape. It too was made of whitish blocks, but unlike the other creatures, in this one there was no semblance of any living creature that had ever been documented in Mytharian history. It landed on the ground with a THUD, a shockwave rippling across the continent from its direction that they all felt. When they saw it, they believed it to be the source of the creatures. Their leader. Then, for whatever reason, what they heard from it they almost thought was… speech.

"̸̟͔̀̄̾͆̑͒̌͝͝Ẅ̷̝̤̻͉͍̬͔̗́̌́͘͜ͅe̴̥̞͍̅̀͆̈́͘͜͠͠l̴̛͙̙͇̆͊̈́̽̅̐̃͘̚͝l̸̛̛̤̘̔̆̌̆̽͝ ̵̧͉̞̬͓̽̃̽̐̒̓͐n̵̡͍̆̏̈͂̈́̍̒͌͝o̵̺̟̬͙͐͛̂͘͝w̷̼͑̇̔̇̇̆̔͐͐͠.̶͓̍̀͌̈́͛͂̂̾̔͝ ̷̹͎̣̦͙̺̫̝͇͕̮͖͐̏ͅT̵͔͇͕̉̋̇̃̑͘̕͝h̴̨̭͙̼̠͉̤͖̰̟̳͈̟̽̔̚̚͝i̷̛͚̺͑̉͊͗͆̒̍̐͝͝͝ṣ̵̆̀̀̾̅́̕'̷̖͕̯̺̣̼͙͍̲̖̈́ĺ̶̻̟̻̜̞̱̰̝͍̜̣̌͑̄̉̑̽̉̂̕͝l̶͍͈͖̺͈̤̫͂̈̈͜͝ ̷̧͖̻̣͍̆̊̈́̂̓̄͝c̶̩̼͚̦̫̖͍̖͊e̴̢̻̮͍̥̹̣̤̗̝͗́̽̋̃̊͝ͅr̵̢̧͉̫̥͕̺̜̙͕̀̒̽͌͑̎̍͑͜t̷̛̳͓͉̪̼̮̤̑̂̅̏̀̇̈́̆̂̐͋̕a̶̲̥̗̦̹͋ì̵̫͚̖̈́̊͒̈́̐̄̒͂̚̕͘͝n̵̝̤̗̪͕̟̳̱̆͘ļ̶̢̗̺̯̤͕̜̜̥͚̦͋̀̑͐ỳ̷̟̼̖͉̝̯͔̥̤͍̺͒̓̑ ̶̯͕͙̟̰̞̞̉̀̀̇̏̈́͒͗͊̄͝͠ͅk̷̡̦̇͗͐̈́̌̑̃̄̈́̓̾̽̕e̵͙͑̾͝ẹ̵̢͚͙̪̻͈̬̀̅̈́̊̿͝p̵̡̳̈̽̾̌̈́͂̆̆̚̚͝͠͝ ̷̢̛̤̙̳̻̞͚̓̂̋̍̿̽̀̕͝ͅm̴̨̛͓͎͈͈̭̜̘̟̦̉̆̉͝ë̶͕̭̯̪̫͙̘̰͈́ͅ ̶̨͔̈́́b̵̡̨̰̻͎̮̲̩͋̀͆́͝u̷̟̲̼̫̬̭̣̤͈̟̺͒̃͑ͅͅs̵̡̜̠̳͖͍̪͖̱̩̃͊̏ỹ̴̨̢̨̜̝͕͖͎̝̈̈́̈̾̅̈́̍ ̴͖̰̫̻͇̘̰̮̝͚̟̌͐f̴͈̜̰͎̗̫͍̠̻̲̪͆͒̌́̍̑͋̀̚͠͝o̴̝̠̥̯͙̼̱͙̖̖̝̾̍̈́̂̏̀̀̋͜r̶̼͎̠̼̯͓̤̮͔͈̺͉̿̿̄̽̋̐̎̈́́̚̚͜ ̸̰͙͇͐̃̔̿͊̈́̓̒͘͝ă̷̡̝̝̞̥̮̺̲͖͙̬͔͊̿̀̿̽̍̓̈̀͜͝͠ ̷͓͈̝̖̝̬̓̈͋͐̔̿͂̓͝ͅģ̸̼̤̫̀̏̇̈́̀͝õ̴̖̣̞̦̟͔̆̓̄͛̐̈́͌͛͑̕͜͠ỏ̶̭̠̖̙̯͕̰̦̲̒̅̃̋̾͌̉̀d̴̛͖̦̝͓͓̞̤̪̺͐̈́̋̍̃̔͊̊͘͘͜͝͠ͅ ̷̢̬̣͚̝͈̪̙̾̈́͐̇̎̉̉͜f̷̡͔̫̥͓̺̞̩̫̰̱̐͆̂́̽̂͑̽̄͒̚ȩ̷̡̧̻̮͓̜̻̓̈́́̇͌̚ͅw̶̝̅̍̈̚͝ ̶̢̨̙̥͍̩̪̗͙̥̗̲̊̄͘ͅÿ̴̢̡̳͇͙̜̼̲͔̲̞́̋̃͝ę̷̩̟̱̦͎̀͌̈́̔̎̊͆̅̒̀̈́͝ă̵̡͉̟̫̝̼̘̹̏̅̚̕͠ͅȑ̵͈̥͂̑͑s̷̛͉̥͔̀͛͗̿̈́̀̏͋̈̒̃̅,̵̣͍̄́͑̽͋͘ ̴̬̻̼͙̬̪͑̾͠͝i̵͍̟̔f̴̗̪̺̊̄ ̸̧̬̖̯͍̭̮͚̹̪́̑n̵̛͔̐͆̑́̑̒̊͒͠͠ŏ̴͇ţ̴̡̟͍̥̟̗͙̹̬̟̥͂̂͋́͌̈́̐̕͜ ̷̫̂̾͛ĺ̸̖̦̱̗̖̜̙̓͜ǫ̶͖̱̭̍͌̇̏̌̈́̚n̵͇̘̖̞̣͕͇͎̺̹̟̒̋̀͆̾̿͂́̈̆͘͜g̴̢̨̢̢͖̣̬͔͂̏͛̿̏͛͝ͅe̷̦̟̫͈̳̳͍̘̯̩͑̐̅̆͐̒̐͊̄̕͘͝r̴̙̖̮̦̯̃̀ͅ.̷̡̜͓̋̒͒͆͒́͠ͅ ̶̟̽̌̓̄̈́͌Ľ̶̡̠͈̲̭̗̻̙͎̘̥̐̔̍͛̈̈́̊͝ę̶͚̟̟̜̩͖͎͌͌́̆̇̈́͘͘͘̚͝͝t̶̢̛̜̹͔͉̜̙͒̽̓́̊̈̚͝͝'̴̢̳͔̯͙͇̘̻͉̬̆̽̂̒͑̾s̶̢̧̛͉̣̰̊̍́̅̈̽͐͛̍̔͝ ̴̛̺̤͉͍̦̺̻̣̗̣̊͂͌͊̃́̈̏͗̃͘͠g̷̨̨̲̳̭̼̟̻̳̻̤̈́̈́̀ȩ̴͉̝͓͇͎̭̮͉̲͉̍́̃̄̇̄͒̉̍͋́͠͠t̵͇̲̥̍̇͛̄̒̓̐ ̷̮̫̐̓̔̎̃͒̌͋š̴̨̟̪͇̹̥̀̊̀͛͠ţ̴̨̺͙̪͐̿͛a̸̧͍̺̬͉̣̅ŗ̵͇͎͍̦̰͓̪̹̞̳̝̩̂̈́̑̀̏̅̆͘͝t̷̫̞̮͇͖͎͉̥̘̮͕͚̰̿̃̅ȇ̵͙̲̘̖̈́̂̄͆̉̉͋̈́̓̓͠d̴̨̛̝̪͚̈́͑͆̀̒̍́͑͐́̓͝.̵̡̺̝̹̑"̶̨̼͉̭̗̖̰̝͇̳͍̫̑̀̽

Author's Note:

It's here, at long last! My second attempt at a Pokémon crossover! The first one didn't do too well, but I've got plans for this one! Now, as I'm writing this note, I've planned this fic to be on the shorter side compared to some of my other fics. I hope that you all stick with me through this. If you've got any thoughts, let me know in the comments below!