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A flicker of happiness was better, far better than a serious bout of depression.

"Aye. At least someone's happy." I'd never experience love, or even compassion. Here I was, badly scarred and emotionally broken. Who could I turn to for support, when everyone I knew was gone for good? "We can't always expect something bad to happen then not have something good afterwards." Which is called karma, at least the dynamic version I stick to. Celes and Spruce together and a strengthening of bonds could defeat anything. Kamina's enthusiasm even sounded morale-boosting. I felt like I belonged again...

For a brief second. I stuck to my head, where everything I knew was bitter and sad within one day. It was as if someone had returned from some amazing party, realising at the end of the day he still has nowhere to live. My fake smile hid my true emotions, how I would eventually snap one day and unfortunately lash out at my friends... it was inevitable that my frustrations would grow to breaking point.

It certainly didn't mean I couldn't try to raise the bar. I'd reach the point where I would have a breakdown, but I could always try to keep the bar as high as possible. For the sake of my current friends.

"Well... let's get going. Love's not that powerful." I was supposed to chuckle as I finished the sentence, but... I kinda realised how realistic it was.

"You bloody idiots." An odd voice called out from the warm yet seemingly cold room.

It was larger than two stories and could fit several orchestras. A table that you would find in a office split off into two directions (a 'Y') took up most of the room, with square chairs that were ripped out of some architecture magazine being at its sides. The room hadn't always been like this, reflecting periods of history. Currently, brushing aside a 70's vibe, the room was modern with slick chairs, and a top-notch carpet had replaced the vinyl floor. The ceiling dangled some orbs of light, really sophisticated bulbs held up with a smooth rod. Wallpaper was replaced with a dark grey paint, still somehow bright. There were two double-doors at opposite sides of the room, with glass panes replacing a majority of the doors themselves.

The room was quiet, after shortly finishing a lengthy discussion. Their time was up - half of them wanted Arceus gone, while the other half wanted Arceus to stay. Incidentally, they either wanted the computer gone or left on. It was placed in the middle of the table, with a tired Arceus almost asleep beside it. He didn't want to have part in the world's affairs anymore, what with half of them wanting him dead and the other half cheering him on. Gar-Teal on the other hand wanted to get this over and done with, sitting opposite of Arceus as he stared at the lines of code being formed...

The sullen voice continued. "We've made little progress arguing and bitchin' on for hours. Obviously, the computer's staying."

"Not over my dead body, it's an embarrassment that thing is even in here." Another voice shouted, contempt with arguing and talking as soon as someone else talked. A majority of the people in the room had odd clothing - some had headphones, some had clothes resembling musketeers, and some even looked like USAF pilots. "We've now reached the deadline, and there's no turning back. If you turn on the television on right now, you can see how the rest of our descendants are doing."

"No, no, no. It ain't the end. You just gotta break that glimmerin' screen and there's your problem solved." At that point, everyone was just murmuring to each other. Most of them didn't want to be put on opposing sides just because of their opinions - if they wanted the computer gone, then they were with Gar-Teal/Giratina. If they wanted it to stay, they were with Marcus/Arceus. Obviously, they all thought the names were ridiculous.

"Well, that's settled, isn't it Arceus?" Gar-Teal/Giratina spoke, smirking at Marcus with his arm rested on the table. Fucking hell,

"All of you. Don't you understand what will happen if we were to destroy this object?" Immediately, everyone stopped talking as Arceus rose from his seat, facing Giratina first and turning to everyone. "It would stop signalling a Soviet-era satellite and reverse the disguises for our people. However... we cannot have another holocaust, let alone a worldwide hunt and ultimately a genocide. Not for the Jewish people, and certainly not for us either." Arceus sweated and closed his eyelids, remembering the days where humanity was aware of their presence... and attempted several genocides of their race. By instinct, Arceus had blended his people with those of the Jews. Unfortunately, word got out, and centuries of pain had followed. It would be another millennium before his power would regenerate, and by the looks of things, he had no time to wait. Mew, floating upwards and scrolling across the room, decided to speak.

"Arceus. We've been over this five times. No one's opinion will change. We all believe that humanity would forget, yet we all also believe that we can live with the humans..." He softly said with a high-pitch. There was something odd about Mew, feeling the same lethargy as Arceus since he gave his powers to everyone involved in the Universal Reset. "I'm leaving the Council. There's nothing happening, and I want to fix the world myself..." Mew flew over to one of the double doors, entering them and disappearing.

Reluctantly, as the war of words continued, most of the legendaries had also left. Some had commitments, some just wanted to leave. Eventually Arceus and Giratina had a little fight, before departing with their own ways. It was the fall of the legendaries...

I could hear everything. From car alarms to broken windows... struggles of people and Pokemon trying to live... my TV going crazy...

All in my front door. I scratched my cheek, wondering if I was crazy or delusional. I mean, if I could remember correctly, I was a Wyvern... or, something like that. I cut up my couch and carpet, to the shock of my parents who had returned early morning. Well, one of them... my mother still hadn't returned. My father, the bird of knives he was, had came downstairs drunk and dazed. He had wanted nothing to do with today's events. Meanwhile, outside my cracked windows, I could see a Machamp performing a take down on some ruthless psychopath. I backed away from my window, flipping over and helping my dad walk back upstairs. I heard some explosions in the distance, although I was more concerned with ripping my wallpaper. Well, my dad ripping my wallpaper. Eventually, I'd have to look for my mother.

"Ergh... is everything this blurry?" He asked, his beak still somehow able to speak.

Even I could speak, although I really wished I didn't add to the noise that was getting into my ears. "No, dad. You're drunk again. Come on, get to bed." Hopefully, he'd stay, otherwise I'd be pretty screwed. Well, slightly more than the world currently was.

After helping him on his bed (and hoping he would cut it all up), I decided to go explore the world. First, I opened my door. Second, I closed it as soon I witnessed a police car getting burnt by some fire Pokemon. Third, I just leaped out my door and took to the skies, flying somehow on my first try. I could see I wasn't the only thing up and above.

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