Procedure Unown (D)
Many shared different thoughts about this war.
Arceus considered it foolish.
Necrozma considered it necessary,
Progenitor Mew considered it a chance of pace.
Unowns or rather an Unown considered this... redundant.
This Procedure Unown (D) is truly one of a kind. Unlike all other Unowns, this one was sentient. Its thoughts were very simplistic.
However, due to being sentient, its words were law to all Unowns. In the beginning, when there was nothing but them, he gathered forth Unowns in masses to create Arceus. A Pokemon that will help maintain this world's order.
Compare to every other Pokemon Arceus is perfection.
Unlike all Pokemons, Arceus's body was made perfectly capable of using Origin energy. Excluding Progenitor Mew and Regigigas, every other Pokemon either have a form that can perfectly harness Origin energy or can only use Origin energy to strengthen their attacks or abilities briefly,
Those who can perfectly harness this have it perfectly infused with their bodies which is significantly better than just releasing Origin attacks.
Excluding Necrozma, everyone else who has a form for this has a time limit on it. Their bodies can't fully withstand that form.
'This needs to change,' Procedure Unown thought.
Arceus was made to maintain this world, if he lose to the creature he created that did be disappointing. Maintaining the world from idiots within it is still a part of Arceus's role. His love for his children has brought him into this situation and it can be easily broken. However, from the looks of the battle ahead, Arceus may not use his Omniscient even in the face of death.
'Incompetent,'
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A taste of Raven's POV.
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*shatter*
My sword breaks on contact with the enemy Deoxys' Destructive FIst and now that fist is moving slowly towards my face.
Luckily, my Deoxys was a step faster. His Speed form self had already grabbed me from behind and pulled me out the way.
We have no effective way of countering his Destruction. However, the damage he could do to Deoxys can easily be healed.
"Come on Raven, don't be shy. Die in this friend's hand!" it said, rushing towards us.
"Just who the f*ck are you?" Deoxys asked, the bastard throws me out the way before rushing at the enemy using Psycho Boost.
"I'm your father," he jokingly, his hand stretched forth to grab Deoxys.
"B*tch, go to hell!" Saying that Deoxys cancels his attacks and flies backward firing Psyshock.
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of Destruction?" He arrived in front of Deoxys instantly and gave Deoxys no time to react with a Destructive Kick to the face blasting him away from his headless body.
Don't tell me someone other than me reincarnate here? No, I'm not seeing any signs of him being an ERROR.
Sh*t!
Raising my Psychic enchanted hands in front of me, a similarly enhanced kick landed breaking my hands and slamming me into a wall.
F*cking hell that hurt!
"You can't be screaming now. There's way too much pain waiting to be explored," That sadistic smile is getting on my nerves.
Standing back up and showing him my two royal middle fingers, I watched as Deoxys rushed towards him with innumerable clones.
"Be obedient," he said coldly, with a glare all the clones were destroyed on the spot leaving behind Deoxys' core, grabbing it and throwing it back out of sight, he turned back to me.
"Are you one of Necrozma's dogs?" I ask curiously before seeing a fist slam into my face.
"F*ck no!" he shouts, his foot slams into my stomach, and before I could collapse, his hand transforms into a human's own before grabbing my neck.
"Oh, I guess I haven't introduced myself," he mutters, the smile on his face never ceases to fade as long as I continue to show pain.
"Hi, I'm Deoxys D Mike. But for you, my old friend, just call me Mike,"
Mike! How the hell is he alive? No, how did he get here? Why isn't he an ERROR? Who brought him here!?
"Ah, I suppose you have plenty of questions and I suppose I shouldn't answer any to my new toy," I muttered. "What do you think of getting raped by some Pokemon, I'll lust them up real nice for you. After that, we can try out this world's torture techniques and compare them with my past world. Then we can wrap it up with your certain death,"
"By the way, you're real garbage compare to my timeline you. He had become a soul reaper," He said. "Although I didn't get a good chance to thoroughly crush him, luckily we found you,"
You won't be saying lucky for long.
"Seriously, why aren't you talking? Oh... right, my bad," Realizing he was still holding onto my throat, he shrugged as he slams my body into the wall and once confirmed I'm firmly in there let go.
"So what are you going to do now? Begging won't save you, and there's nothing you can do to beat me," He asks, hoping I did try something so he could crush my hopes.
*sigh*
"Looks to me, you don't have your Instincts," I said. "Probably for the best, that sh*t was broken and would've f*cked me up here. Not sure how well, this anti-Instinct thing works against that broken one,"
"Hurry up, and start before I change my mind," Mike warned.
Indeed, that's a big possibility and I did prefer taking this opportunity now than waiting for one during his torture sessions.
"Your usage of your energy is beyond what most Pokemon should be able to do, especially that wide range Destruction. Therefore, I'm going to say you're a conceptual being," I said, hoping I'm correct.
"Indeed I'm,"
"In that case, you should know just how f*cked you are. Deoxys!" I shouted, watching as Deoxys reformed his body.
"Huh?" hearing him, I could guess whatever Instincts he currently have is now warning him. However, it's far too late.
Mending my arms with Psychic, I punched forth at Mike who had turned around. My fist evaporated on contact with his body shocking me.
A destructive coating!
"Defensive Measure 312 Initiating," Hearing Chip's (Porygon) voice, I sigh in relief. I may have lost my hand due to my lack of information but it can be made.
Bursting out from the ceiling and ground were Red Chains. I was given 3 by Necrozma as I was supposed to restrain the god trio. For this half-bake conceptual god, this is overkill.
"Damn it!" He shouts. The original Red Chains could breach space-time to capture its target. These chains carry a pressure that makes them unable to resist once it's close enough to the target.
"You do underestimate people too much MIke," I said. "Fitting for an antagonist like yourself,"
"Trust me, I mostly underestimate humans like you," he groaned. "And I don't regret it one bit,"
*crack*
What! Impossible!
"Oh, by the way. I'm a Conceptual ERROR Being, those Red Chains can go and f*ck themselves,"