Boredom in Kodoka Ⅰ

Egg: Giratina

Tuesday: 22/2/2022

The egg is slowly hatching.

This is a good thing or bad.

I'll either get a sweet-baby-that'll-be-like-that-until-they-turn-14 or little-mf-that-mellows-out-when-they-become-older. You know, whether or not I'll receive a Girasol 2.0 or a Hoopa 2.0. Girabean and I are basically gambling on what kind of being would come out.

There's currently some cracks in the outer shell and I do hear some movement inside of the egg. I do pray the being inside will get along with Girasol; we do really need the help with the sudden surge of universe-enders & god-seekers. Seriously, the distortion world is starting to run out of space to keep them in and they won't leave.

Do you think I should pull a Thanos snap or what? Sacrifice them to some random, hungry Kyurem from an alternate universe or give them to Enamorus' snake? What about their Pokémon? I legitimately have no idea what to do with these beings.

Should I give them all amnesia and hope they'll forget all life experiences that could've made them....inane? It's not exactly perfect, but it's better than nothing. I think I'll have to do this if I want to space in my own home.

Whelp, after this is over, I'm going to-

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I heard Girasol scream from their room.

"What's going on?" I yelled.

"There's something coming out of the egg!"

"Really?"

"YES!"

I rushed into Girasol's room to see it myself. I suddenly felt another presence in the air before Dialga & Palkia materialised out of nowhere.

"Purachina, what do I do?" Girasol panicked.

"Go to Spear Pillar," I answered.

"Why-"

Palkia already transported all of us there.

"Quick! Change form! Our human bodies will not take the blast from it!" Dialga ordered.

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~Dialga~

22:22
Total time: 2 min; 2 sec

They have arrived.

Giratina #2 has been born.

The blast from the hatching this time was weaker than the last. Very interesting...

I can see they'll become powerful...eventually. I can see this Giratina struggling in their first years of life, but to be frank, that happened to Platinum-Giratina too.

What shall we name this little one? Palkia asked.

Guillotine, Girasol answered. Maybe they'll have as many victims as the French ones.

Giratina glared at them.

Just kidding, just kidding, Girasol backpedalled. But seriously, I'm really not sure what to name them. My brain is shortcuiritting from the fact that they look like me, minus the peach colour.

They look so similar to Giratina before they got that titanium-gold plating. Palkia commented.

I nodded in agreement. Being an eldritch god really gives you perks on seeing what ancient beings looked like in their pre-pubescent form. And using materials before they were invented, it guess.

The Giratina opened their eyes.

Red? Giratina remarked. That's interesting, I thought it'll be blue like Girasol's.

Why did you name me that anyway? Girasol asked.

I just thought the name was cool, Giratina replied. I thought it was funny how this one red opal's name looked like mines.

Even though I don't have an ounce of red on me? Girasol turned their head slightly.

Yea.

So, any names? I already knew the answer, but I need to initiate the event for it.

Oh! Yeah! I got a name! Girasol perked up. How about "Titanium"? They actually have the colour too!

Sounds good, Palkia suddenly jolted their head up. Ah shit, it's Hoopa's BS again, gotta go.

They slashed a portal open before flying through it. I really don't have a reason to stay here either, mainly because dealing with normie world BS is Giratina's job, not mine.

I'll leave you three to be, I opened the door to my dimension & promptly left.

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A few weeks later...

-Girasol's POV-

Woah, biggie bean.

Wait, why did I- oh fuck. I'm becoming Purachina.

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Ah well, at least I'm not on the receiving end this time. I know their name is Titanium, but I like to called them "Tibeanium" while I still can.

It probably won't be long until they get annoyed with it since they're here to help out with the Cyruses.

Anyway, it's Universal-Cunt Take-Out Day, so I'm shipping them off to Hoopa with labels on where they should be put at. Some are going into a Guzzlord's mouth, other's are given amnesia & sent home with a fresh cut. All of their Pokemon are being sent home with amnesia too.

Now excuse me, I have a job to do. And a baby eldritch god dragon to keep an eye on.