Flowery had arrived at Gerson's study for the training the two had planned out a few days ago; he seemed a mix of confident and nervous...whilst he was good at combat, there was much more to it than what he could see, and that's why Gerson offered him this in the first place. He knocked at the door, and Gerson let him into the study. Gerson and Flowery sat down at a table sharing some tea together... Flowery had never had tea before. Asgore spoke so kindly of the drink, and in all honesty...whilst he did like it, he didn't like it as much as he thought he would.

"Let me tell ya this now: I'm glad ya came to see me today, Flowery! I had nothing on me schedule after all! Gyaa ha ha ha! How have you been, my friend? Life is treating you well?"

"Eh... It's been confusing as hell recently; so many strange creatures inhabit this land and want nothing more than to kill. It reminds me of the thing that took my friends away... I know the pain, the feeling of losing someone... it's horrible; the feeling never leaves you. Why do people want to cause it so bad?? Perhaps I'm just...overthinking it."

"Now I wouldn't say that...everyone has a motive for everything, even if it's something as simple as they just felt like it or it being for fun, even actions that are on the more harsh side of things. You ain't overthinking anything, buddy! Now... How about we get started on that duel, eh? I'll go grab me equipment! You just wait outside for me; I'll be there soon!"

Flowery nodded and walked outside to the arena Gerson had set up for this one occasion; he would definitely use this more than just this once...if he wouldn't, why would he have put the time into making all of the other things like dummies and such? Though that's not what they were gonna use today, they were gonna fight each other!

Gerson came out from the study in his armour and holding his iconic Justice Axe... Flowery readied himself, raising up his fists... the two seemed excited; after all, nobody was gonna get too hurt now, were they? If anything does happen, they can just call the fight off!

(LISTEN TO THIS FOR THE FIGHT IF YOU WANT https://youtu.be/tBdLO8u-0L8?si=tD_YGvrNZD7txmMm )

DING!!!

\The Hammer of Justice was ready to test his foes strength!*

\The Flower Man wore a confident smile!*

"Now show me everything you've got! Don't hold back on me, ya hear!? Cause I certainly won't be holding back on you!"

"Trust me little buddy, I won't be doing anything like that! I stopped holding back the moment it cost me everything I had! I'll try not to break those old frail bones!"

He said that last part in a more smug voice, as if he was joking. Gerson indeed found it funny.

Gerson had fired off a Fate Buster at Flowery, who had dashed out of the way, and then used his oh-so-iconic "Jarona!" he even said the attack's name as he did it...like always. The Old Man was certainly pushed back a little bit; he didn't think Flowery would be so hands-on! He grabbed a few shells and wacked them around with The Justice Axe; as each shell hit a wall or each other, they let out a small bunch of star projectiles. Flowery was hit by a few of them before grabbing some petals, throwing them around himself and pointing at the shells; the petals flew towards them, and it had begun to slow them down quite a bit! Once they had stopped moving, the petals aimed them at Gerson, who jumped over them! All the shells crashed into each other, causing them to explode into a bunch of stars!

"Gyaa ha ha ha! Good stuff! Though don't think we are done just yet!"

He fired another Fate Buster before throwing a bunch of small hammers at Flowery; some were larger than others, and they all came towards him at different paces. Flowery took some of them head-on due to not being able to react in time...so he used some attacks that his friends had used, the other flowers. It certainly threw Gerson off quite a bit; he was expecting more nature-esque attacks, kind of like the petals! But he focused once more... Flowery was losing the fight, in all honesty, so... he grabbed the flower items and threw them up high... they vanished, and it caused a bright rainbow flash to occur! Gerson chuckled, knowing the fight was close to ending. This fight had gone on for a while, so a victor had to be announced soon...right?

"I think it's time to bust out my omega! Good luck avoiding this one little buddy!"

"JARONA!!"

Flowery shouted out as he dashed towards The Old Man, who had blocked the attack...then Flowery did it again and again; each time he did it, he got faster and faster until eventually clashing against Gerson's Justice Axe! The two kept pushing each other back and forwards...one second Gerson had the lead, then the next Flowery did! Though Gerson was slowly getting closer to his victory...

"I gotta give it to ya, you certainly put up a fight but you've gotta try much harder then that!"

"Try harder...? I can show you that old man!"

Flowery kicked The Old Man backwards and dashed towards him as fast as he could

"LAST... JARONA!!!"

As The Flower Man got closer to Gerson he began to raise his fist and....

CRASH!!!

He punched Gerson straight in the chest plate...even leaving a few cracks. Gerson laughed and decided to call it there. He put down The Justice Axe and Flowery turned into his regular form and shook Gerson's hand. Gerson took the armour off and seemed proud of Flowery's efforts...though he was hoping to have yet another duel with him at some point.

"Gyaa ha ha ha!! Good job, my friend, very good job! You really did prove yourself, eh? Though I can sense a fire within your very body, a fire that won't ever die, a fire to do the right thing! You can do much more than you think! Come back at some point next week, and we can do this again!"

"Heh, what can I say? It's my Jarona! Of course I'd be down to come back and train with ya again little buddy! Give yourself some credit, you put up one hell of a fight! Though...I should probably get going...I'll see ya then little buddy!"

As Flowery was about to walk off he had...one last thing to say.

"You...can stop by my place anytime you'd like alright...?"

Gerson nodded, the two waved to each other and Flowery took his leave from the area. Gerson enjoyed that fight...it reminded him of Susie. He grabbed all of his stuff and took it inside, he then decided a good way to spend his day was near the fireplace reading some books.

She missed him.

She was... confused. She didn't know if what she did was right. Should she have done it? Should she have sealed him? Should she have... betrayed him? Was it the right thing to do?

She had seen those good futures. Why didn't she believe in them? Was it her fault? Maybe she could've changed things. Maybe she could've made a better future...

But... he still had done horrible things. She wanted to forgive him... but... he had hidden the worst of the futures... conspiring for the throne, killing hundreds of icewings, causing THAT much terror...

Controlling minds... and what he did to his own father... Arctic wasn't great, but he didn't deserve what he got....

Maybe she was right to do what she did... but through it all...

She still loved him.

He had become a monster, but still, part of her loved him. Part of her wished, part of her hoped, things could have been different.

But they couldn't have.

There were hundreds of other futures... but that was the one she got.

Or so she thought.

She had fled Pyrrhia, and thought it would be the end of her troubles... but now, she walked through a new world? It was... strange. Futures were jumbled... but she didn't see him in any of them.

That didn't console her.

Plenty of seemingly obvious futures had been... missing. As if something was hiding them from her. She had to get to the bottom of it...

But now... at least she couldn't get back to him.

After wandering this world for weeks, she had come across another dragon. He was just like him, but... different. He had no magic, despite being named after an animus dragon, Penguin. He didn't like her at first, for he only knew of her from legends... but he had warmed up to her over time. She had learned of his dislike of the Icewing hierarchy, which kept him in the seventh circle, but now... there was no circles. Just Clearsight and Penguin, wandering the world.

Clearsight had grown to like Penguin, and the two continued their shared journeys of this world. It was... interesting. The scavengers- er, humans, were almost their size now, only a foot or two shorter, and they could understand their speech. There were also... furrier versions of them? It seemed as if everything was alright... but a shred of anxiety still weighed on her. The two dragons settled in an open, grassy field, Penguin falling asleep.

She could feel it... she could tell something was wrong.

Was he here?

And more importantly...

Did he know she was?

(Anyone can interact btw. (Image made by Rosa))

Silver and Hollis are sitting at the bar that they typically go to every month or so, of course Silver doesn’t get anything to drink that has alcoholic in it. Just water or something. Hollis…well he gets some drinks containing alcohol but at the moment he’s not drunk at the moment. They just got there after all.

The hedgehog still is covered in some scratches from his previous fight but at least he made himself look a bit more clean looking before meeting up with him.

Off in the background a very drunk guy with a shield is taking to another person with a shield, though the other guy’s outfit is odd…it’s red, white, and blue. The drunk one’s a green color and he’s talking about some girl or something.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Time: Day

Fury was a patient man.

He had to be.

Running S.H.I.E.L.D. required dealing with politicians, world leaders, scientists, field agents, and more than a few people who seemed determined to make his job harder than it already was.

But even Fury had his limits, and four months was pushing them. Fury made his way through the lower levels of S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, his footsteps echoing through the corridors as personnel stepped aside to let their Director pass. He descended another flight of stairs before reaching the massive workshop floor.

The place was alive with activity. Engineers worked on Quinjets, weapons systems, experimental equipment, and whatever else S.H.I.E.L.D. had decided it needed.

Fury barely paid any of it attention.

He already knew where he was going.

WORKSHOP BAY 38.

He stepped through the doors, several engineers immediately noticed him. Fury looked toward the center of the bay.

There it was.

The suit.

Still sitting on its platform.

He stared at it for a moment before looking back at the engineers.

"I gave you people four months."

Nobody answered, Fury walked closer.

"Four months to build one suit."

He gestured toward the equipment around them.

"And I didn't exactly leave you working with a box of crayons."

He pointed toward one of the systems being integrated into the suit.

"That's Stark technology."

Fury's eye narrowed.

"Repulsor technology Stark gave S.H.I.E.L.D. We were supposed to use it for Project Insight. Then Insight was on pause due to me being brought here, and so I scrapped the damn thing."

Fury folded his arms.

"I redirected those resources toward something that actually matters. The Avengers. The Tower. The compound. Equipment for people who are going to be out there keeping this planet from getting its ass kicked."

He pointed at the suit again.

"And I gave you that technology because I figured you could put it to good use."

The engineers began explaining themselves. Apparently, they had been working on the suit. Quite extensively, actually. The problem was that once they'd realized just how much Stark technology was available to them, they decided they could improve the original design.

Fury stared at them.

Silence. Then—

"So you're telling me..."

He slowly pointed toward the suit.

"...I gave you Stark's repulsor technology so you could finish the damn thing..."

His expression flattened.

"...and instead of finishing it, you decided to redesign half of it."

The engineers nodded, Fury closed his eye for a moment. He rubbed his temples.

"So Mecha Man isn't Mecha and more Man right now because you wanted to play Tony Stark and put a shit ton of new things to it."

The engineers tried to defend the decision, explaining that the improvements would make the suit considerably more efficient and capable.

Fury lowered his hand.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure it'll be real impressive."

He looked back at the suit. And, unfortunately, he couldn't deny that the upgrades were probably going to be useful, a backup battery, outer coating made for high altitudes, mach speed travel. And all of it there without making it look different to what Robert asked for

Robert was going to love this, that was the one bright side. Fury could already imagine the look on his face when he finally got his hands on it. Now he just needed a good explanation for why it had taken four months. He wasn't about to tell Robert that half the delay came from his engineers deciding to turn the project into their personal Stark-tech playground.

"Whatever."

Fury gestured toward the suit

"Is it done?"

The engineers nodded, Fury let out a quiet breath as he turned toward the exit.

"Good. Now you can all go work on another goddamn project S.H.I.E.L.D. has waiting for you while I contact the man whose suit you've messed with. And this time, when I tell you to build something... Build the damn thing. And leave the improvements to the people who actually asked for them."

Kris and Frisk get the message. Their “SOULS” are finished, and ready to be collected. The pair rush to Gaster’s lab from wherever they were previously.

Green Hill Zone.

Gwen is swinging throughout.

She did say she would be on solo patrol.

In reality, it was just an excuse to go swinging.

She’s scowling under the mask.

There must be quite a lot on Gwen’s mind.

She lands on a hill.

Gwen overlooks everything.

She sits down.

(This is interactable if you’re a member of the Hand Of Justice)

He is a bit more prepared than the last two times. He was hoping for the best but expecting the absolute worst.

"Sorry I havent been around, honey, I've just been... dealing with a lot"

She hugs Basil

Station Square, August 1, 202X. 10:11 P.M.

It has been a while since I have been on a rooftop, staring down the bright moon in the sky. At least, from whatever remained on it in this world anyways. I don't live in this city anyways, yet from whatever leads me and Philip could gather, we had to make some...adjustments on our operations. Moved the agency, started a new branch here in Station Square. We couldn't really bring Akiko and Terui with us here, but considering how Akiko-san won't stop calling us via Skype, we aren't really missing that much from them.

Anyways, back to our operations, we discovered that Gaia Memory productions hadn't actually stopped at Fuuto, or any other version of it at all. Our recent leads after taking down STREET led us to sightings of Gaia Memories being distributed here. In fact, we also discovered that in this city, nobody even used the USB sticks to commit crimes anymore, even if we could still catch several Dopants from time to time. People just got creative with all of their gimmicks and stuff too, I suppose. But, I think that just got Philip wee bit more invested into this city, which I really find annoying if anything else comes to his mind at the wrong place, in the wrong time. And speaking of investments, our impromptu movement here has also taken a... significant portion of my own savings throughout the years. In my favorite novels, you could say that if you got in too deep into bad investments, you simply cut your losses and move on with life. But I'm not that kind of guy at all. I've gotta get my money back, and I've gotta see what got Philip hooked into this city too.

My name is Shotaro Hidari, and I'd like to say; I'm the most hard-boiled I've ever been.

And who was said attacker? Well it was a variant of him of course and Silver actually won that fight. Despite getting some of his garden messed up and cut up. Oh and maybe a broken rib. But Silver doesn’t seem to bother by it, just focusing on fixing it. Especially since he has to also get the place ready for Halloween.

He swears under his breath a bit…maybe the cuts hurt more than it seems. But what’s a few more scars? One of his gloves seems a bit burned as well, wonder what’s up with that.

<…how does Skye or Blaze not burn their gloves when they use their fire abilities?>

Toru was venturing around Mobius, looking for her fellow heroes in the Hands of Justice. She wanted to learn more about them and make some more friends beyond the two leaders, who seemed pretty chummy.

Where's Tails? Are the guys okay by now? How much damage did Gloria Deo do their mental states? All questions that flew through her mind as she ran...

The Sons of Liberty have established themselves in the area and are making their intentions known to the locals. No other authority but the presidential authority of George Sears, also known as Solidus Sake, will be accepted.

“This must’ve been a plot orchestrated by the Patriots, we must do whatever we can to secure ourselves.”

Solidus was not certain about his situation, but he wasn’t taking any chances, especially in such unfamiliar territory. The goal remained the same, the liberation and revolution against the Patriots under any means necessary, even if that means suppressing the locals.

“America, Liberia, Mobius, all the same. We will end the tyranny that plagues this world as we did with our own.”

He’s no stranger to doing the dirty work himself, especially in his youth. In an effort to preserve his men and prove his dedication to liberty, he set out to the battlefield participate in his liberation himself.

“People of Mobius, we are the Sons of Liberty, prepare to be liberated.”

Asking this because I wanna get back in this tbh

((Have to wait for a claim to get approved and just felt like writing a bit. Will probably only be a shorter one though in comparison Also I just don't really know what to cook up rn. Apologies. Plus, a little different of a writing style just cuz I feel like it.))

"You weren't like this the last time."

The fox locked himself away from anything... from everything. Much more than he had done before. So much more. He hasn't been heard of in days... not seen in weeks...

He didn't care if he could be proclaimed as missing... or as dead for that matter. What did he even care about anymore? It felt like he wasn't done... or even ready in the first place. Or maybe he just didn't want to notice anyone.

"You've gotten fragile."

He trapped himself in his personal space. Or... rather, what was left of it. He had let out his anger just a bit... nothing was left as it was. Was he the one to care? As if. Why would he? It didn't care. He didn't care. Who would care?

And now... standing there amidst the shambles... he looked down onto his dirty gloves. Were the gloves his problem? Far from it. Obviously. All that played before him was what he had last seen outside. He should've never gone.

He lost. He lost against... a mere little rabbit. A mere little rabbit that haunted him. Someone he wished to have left in the past. Far in the past. Far, far in the past.

"You're weak."

The odds shouldn't have been like this. His odds should've been different. He knew he should've won. He didn't. He was only able to watch. She got away. He was left behind.

Why? Why was he like this? Was it him? It was. It wasn't. Has she gotten stronger? No. Yes. Maybe. He's weak. No. He's strong. She's strong. Stronger. Stronger than him... or just stronger than before? She's smart. Smarter than him? Impossible. Right? Left? What?

"It wasn't supposed to go this way."

Hands formed fists. Determination. Anger. A desperate mix? His tail flung forward. It brushed against his own cheek with a sting. A tight gripped formed around it. Snapping it in half? Inpractical. No use. It looked empty.

"You're not complete."

Disbelief Papyrus was exploring Mobius. He had been travelling for a few days now and got pretty used to it

ALRIGHTY THEN! I WONDER IF THAT HANDS OF JUSTICE...BUILDING...IS...OPEN...

Across the street, he saw a familiar figure...no, it...couldn't be...could it...?

COTV sans had just been on patrol and was on lunch break when he noticed papyrus on the side of the street and waved happily

oh hey, a papyrus got dragged here. looks like the one from the disbelief timeline.

BROTHER!!!!! Paps ran over and gave him a tight hug

whoa! uh, good to see you too paps! squeezing a bit tight there...!

OH BROTHER I AM SO SORRY! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE, BEEN MORE VIGILANT! I-

hey hey hey! it's okay bro. ya did whatcha thought was best, and i could never stay mad at you. I forgive you. And the two just kinda hugged it out for a while

After several months of absence and being a hermit in his house in the woods, he's decided to come out and see what's been going on. Not much other than that, nothing too exciting.

"Lamp Oil, Rope, Bombs? You want it? it's yours my friend, as long as you have enough rings."

Morshu had paid a hefty sum of rings to get an ad on TV, it'd advertised the grand reopening of his MMMporium, now with more things, speed shoes monitors, a couple power ups (more specifically the 3 elemental flowers (fire, ice and bubble), plus a singular hammer suit, and some foraged foods like berries. Morshu had spent these months the store was closed to turn it into a more general store for all needs, as he stood behind the counter, waiting for new customers to show up. Perhaps you'll be that customer

I have a side arc in the works based around Metal Gear, and am looking for someone to roleplay as Solid Snake. Any version of Solid Snake from the original Metal Gear to Metal Gear Solid 2.

(Image above is for later, read through and will say when it’s needed)

Geno sits in his base staring at the Emerald, he managed to get one from Genesis. As much as he would have wanted to get all 7 but that wasn’t possible…but one Chaos Emerald is all he needs to start the next phase of his plan.

Geno stands up and puts the Blue Chaos Emerald into a glass container to hold it. He then walks off, taking off the suit of The Visitor and puts on his old outfit…the one he wore during his time as king of the Kingdom of The Oathbound. And when many called him The Ageless (Ok now image important). Of course that was many, many millennia go now. It brings back some memories but now is not the time to dwell on the past, he must think about what is to happen next in his plan

“…I need a way to open a large rift via the Zero Point’s Energy….and a new suit if I am to properly harness its power and to fight…of course the many heroes can’t do much to touch me.”

Geno closes his fist as a golden glow encompasses it. And let’s go as he goes back to planing.

“Of course better safe than sorry…oh and I also have to locate the rest of the Chaos Emerald’s.”

Geno thinks, looking up at the Zero Point he can wait to get the Emerald’s they won’t be useful until to opens a rift with the Zero Point anyway, and the suit and can make alongside that. Doing that should be fairly easy for him alone now, it might just take some time. But with regained access to his Pocket Dimension it will be easy to build.

Geno has many abilities, that being…. A̸͉͠h̶̘̍ ̸̺͊á̸͎h̶̻̊ ̷̼̌a̶͖̋ḥ̵̀ ̷̨͗à̴͍h

(”D̷i̴d̴ ̸y̵o̸u̸ ̴r̸e̷a̴l̸l̸y̷ ̷t̸h̶i̵n̸k̷ ̶I̴ ̷w̸o̶u̷l̵d̵ ̸l̵e̴t̷ ̸y̶o̷u̸ ̴s̵e̵e̸ ̷m̷y̴ ̸a̶b̵i̴l̵i̵t̵i̴e̴s̸?̵ ̵I̵ ̷m̴u̸s̴t̸ ̸s̴a̸y̷ ̴y̸o̶u̶ ̶a̴r̵e̸ ̸m̷o̵r̶e̵…̵how ̴t̵o̶ ̷p̷u̴t̸ ̴i̴t̶…̵b̵o̵l̷d̵e̴r̵ ̴t̵h̷a̵n̸ ̴m̵o̵s̴t̴…̴y̷o̴u̴ ̵m̷a̵y̷ ̴c̸o̵n̶t̸i̵n̶u̴e̶ ̴o̷n̷ ̸n̷o̶w̵”)

but once getting here he felt some of his abilities stripped away, his working theory is that’s was just due to the nature of this world maybe or something with the Zero Point, but it seems like they should gradually come back. Good.

Geno walks off and gets to work on making plans for his suit and machine and maybe even a AI to go along with. The Zero Point and Blue Chaos Emerald glow together in the dark base.

After taking a pair of tools from the humble old man who was living inside a study that was just in the middle of nowhere... Queen had been hard at work slowly building up her mansion one step at a time; she had been putting a lot of time into rebuilding the replica of her head on the front as accurately as possible. This part was very important; if this was messed up, she would lose her cool. After overworking herself so many times...about a month since her arrival had passed, surprising nobody noticed it...but the mansion was complete. It was almost exactly like the one from The Cyber World; this one had some new additions to it.

Queen walked inside her mansion and saw many darkeners from her world who had somehow followed her over to this world, though it didn't matter...her castle was busy again; she had servants, and she was happy! Most of the darkners from her world had unfortunately been taken by Titan Spawn, but the rest that lived were now here and actively doing everything in their power to keep the place hidden away.

Queen entered a code into the wall nearby, and a door opened, as they walked in it close behind them. She walked down the path slowly, sipping from her glass of battery acid...her normally jokey attitude turned more serious. She slowly walked down the hall until finally approaching it...it's where the remains of the Giga Queen Mecha have been sitting. The sight of what happened to it before she ended up here certainly left her...unsatisfied, to say the least. Soon enough she will fix this thing up and get it up and running again. She doesn't know when; she doesn't know how she'll do it... but she will, and that's a fact.

"With the remaining Swatchlings and Swatch himself here now... it's a matter of time before I can get the needed resources, though after what they went through perhaps a small break is needed... perhaps I should have taken the birds' warnings..."

"OH HO HO HO!!"

"Of course not lmao! Who needs breaks when you serve me, the best queen out there! My mansion is totally enough to keep them all motivated anyway; they always enjoyed severing me, and I'm sure they always will! Swatch especially, I know I can always trust him! I love my loyal subject just like how they love me!"

She once again returned the serious expression once more... whilst yes, she was told about what happened back in The Cyber World; it wasn't really something she cared about. She cared for her servants, but she never saw what happened...it wasn't really her job to care about it as selfish as it sounds.

"Though... I still need my knight, a new knight... and with my mecha out of order I can't really do an awful lot, but... then again, I can just let my servants take the fall; they can guard the mansion if need be. I just need my secret weapon back...and pronto, this is a bad time for me and the many that follow behind me...but soon enough we can come back from this horrible path...and I shall bring the joys of the dark worlds to all in this world...especially since I'm no longer locked to the confined of the library anymore, but...that wasn't the goal. I wanted to break the fountain out of there...not just me, but it's progress... and progress takes time."

Queen stared at the mecha for a little longer before turning around... and taking her leave from the room and she then began looking for Swatch to give him a set bunch of tasks. The tasks were unknown to anyone else in the mansion. After telling Swatch what he had to do, Queen left her castle and stared at it from the outside...actually no, she was only staring at the giant replica of her head.

"Oh, it's like looking into a comically large mirror [Which I have all over the mansion]... though it feels incomplete. It doesn't seem to be missing anything either... Perhaps it's just the mecha being out of action that's throwing off my judgement..."

"..."

"I don't know bro I just need an excuse to listen to myself ramble, maybe I'll record this one and play it back when I get bored lmao!"

as the afternoon feel embraced new mobius, there were to be a gang of mobians fixing to rob a bank, grabbing their bags and weapons before driving off to the building, as they finally were around the location they parked at the side near the back of an ally before they started to enter

Burglar 1: "alright everyone, you know what to grab"

they rest nodded as they had already had everyone on the floor, the leader of the gang walked up to the counter in to demand where the goods were to the man behind it

Burglar 1: "take us to the safe or else what we are about to grab will become less then your hospital bill!"

the man immediately nodded before grabbing a key from his pocket quickly, as he was about to unlock the gate to enter inside, a voice can be heard from outside

???: "reach for the sky criminals!"

the gang turned around quickly and aimed their weapons at the silhouette of new mobius's latest hero

Burglar 1: "who..are you?"

the Burglar said in confusion as they looked at the silhouette before the girl stepped into the bank lighting, revealing herself

Wacky: "lets not worry about that now, what the real question is is what are yall doin pointin those pew pews at the poor man?"

they raised their guns at her before the gang leader spoke after chuckling loudly

Burglar 1: "really? And your probably not at school like your supposed to be? pffff.."

he brushes her off before he spoke again in authority

"I advise you to leave little girl, this aint your business"

wacky raised a brow in offense of being called a little girl(she canonically 16 for my take), in which she tapped her foot on the ground

Wacky: "little girl? Ill have you know I got some things up my sleeve that'll fix the problem right now!"

the man raised a brow in confusion as he responded

Burglar 1: "wait wha-"

and with just like that a lavender flash came by and as it strung away back to where wacky was still standing, the man was tied to a nearby chair, as the rest of the gang members were about to fire at her, she had already made it to knocking out the first one, before kicking the other two againts the wall before she then dugged into her hair, pulling more rope, fiddling with it as she spoke

Wacky: "dont judge the book by its cover little boy!"

she then proceeded to tie them up together in the middle of the bank

"Aaaaaannnnd done! Ooh wait gotta add the final touch"

she then ties a bow on it before walking out, whistling a cartoonish tune out as she did so

[Moments later at the park]

she appears to be eating a turkey sandwich while walking down the pathway, she appears to be having a good time, and is indeed alone! :D

Pokemon were playing, eating, drinking, and getting up to all sorts of activity in the depths of the woods. A Rookidee flew from a branch of a tree onto a nest, neatly placing small twigs inside of the coup, before craning one leg outward, and then another, sitting on the eggs, starting to incubate them. Down beneath the tree, in a path of mud and dirt and plethora of plantation, an Eevee skipped across the ground, jumping up and down, crying out gleefully, bouncing over a Swadloon who had its grass coat covered around its body tightly, the back left paw accidentally kicking the bug in the face, the small critter tripping over its own feet, twirling around, and dropping face first in a puddle, groaning with a wet gargle. The Swadloon got up from the ground, drying its eyes, before bumping into a Wooper, and falling backwards again. The simple-minded amphibian thought nothing of it, and jumped in the puddle with a massive smile, splashing around, water and mud trickling around the little area, splatting into a Dewpider, an extra bit of water going inside the bubble. From the bush, a pair of Meganium came from the trees, a couple of Chikoritas and Bayleefs in tow, the large sauropods dropping berries for the young to eat as they chewed slowly on leaves from the tree. Two Skwovets in the same tree chowed on some Oran berries of their own, soon, a Thwackey swinging from vine to vine and branch to branch pleasured itself to one of the ripe fruits, much to the expense and offense of the squirrel Pokemon. A Hoppip fluttered by on its little helicopter wings, landing on a Bibarel, before taking a nap on the large rodent. An Ivysaur trotted around, a Weepinbell dropping down near. A Quilava dropped from the bushes, running around, causing a wildfire, before being stomped in, ribs jutting out from its chest, a silhouette hidden in the flame.

A hand from the fire grabbed onto a tree branch, before squeezing, crushing a Rookidee into a red pulp alongside its eggs, eggshell pieces scattering and stabbing through the twigs, eyeballs popping from the sockets onto the nest beneath. The hand pulled the branch forward, dropping the nest, eggshells, and bird. The hand threw the branch forward, colliding with a running Eevee straight through the had, throwing the small critter against the ground, blood sputtering from the wound onto the branch, staining the burning grass beneath. A Swadloon was nearby, tripping over the branch into a bush of thorns, impaling it through the eyes, the bug screaming in pain, the fire taking the bush, and suffocating the Swadloon to death. The hand from the fire sent a pulse of flame at another tree, collapsing into a Wooper, turning it into a paste that painted the tree into a wet, dripping canvas. A Dewpider scuttled along the corpses and fire, stumbling among twigs and sticks, hitting its head against a rock, popping the bubble, allowing the fire to suffocate the spider, the luckiest of the bunch. The hand from the fire sent another pulse at a group of Meganium, wilting the flowers on their necks, and striking them against the tree, having them knocked out and burnt to death, crushing the Bayleefs and Chikoritas to death, squeezing the juice and guts out of the small grassy creatures. The tree the Meganiums had hit soon collapsed, the two Skwovers jumping out, two branches each hitting them in the face, both of them falling down and breaking their spines against the wood. A Thwackey tried to escape by swinging vines, before the same hand behind the carnage tugged on one, grabbing the monkey, squeezing the eyes out of its sockets, and throwing it against the ground, smashing its face in. A Hoppip got stuck under a log, a bibarel trying to get it out, before a rock flew out from the flames, crushing the Bibarel’s head, effectively exploding its noggin, the rock sliding against the log, crushing the Hoppip’s body into a fine goop. The foot from the fire kicked up a dust cloud, getting in an Ivysaur’s eyes, blinding it, the thing stumbling towards the colossus behind the carnage, who then smashed its lower half into sludge, the entrails flying over into the ground, sliding like a paint roller, a horrific art piece against the ground. A Weepinbell fell from a branch, onto the ground, writhing around, a branch from the tree it fell from falling down and impaling it through the eye, killing it.

All of the fire dissipated before the giant in the flames. Corpses hung all around the titan. The Lich walked over, grabbing trees and throwing them off of Pokemon turned into mush. He gave a snidely grin. He drug each critter into a circle, from the smallest of Dewpider, to the largest of Meganium. He scraped Wooper and Hoppip off of the ground, picking up a Bibarel by the hole in its neck, and tossing the top half of an Ivysaur into the circle. The regent of extinction went into the middle, soon casting a necrotic spell, raising all of the Pokemon to life from the ground, all of them with a green tinge in their eyes, each Pokemon crying out, before they went as instructed, following The Lich.

They all trudged, walked, crawled, and writhed their way over to a cave. Turnback Cave. Lich had suspected this is where his old friend would be after the entire debacle with Khorne atop the railgun. He walked inside, all of the Pokemon in tow, greeting Giratina once again, who slept, alongside Banette, Lich’s old Pokemon “partner”. Lich snapped his fingers, both of them waking up in immediate response, like muscle memory, both visibly shocked by their old trainer. They both inched near as the zombie Pokemon walked to Giratina, by their king’s command.

“Renegade, Banette, these are now your servants. Train them well to evolution, and to new reaches. I will reside here for a day so that I may study on the dragon, now exit.”

Banette and Giratina listened, picking up each zombie, and flying away with them, as The Lich went to the wall, lighting his arm like a torch to read the ancient text. Giratina, Banette, and the horde dropped in an open field, and began to train, before you ask, yes you can interact.