Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Gotta help 'em all

(Shout of to thegoldencatwithapen for requesting this chapter. You won't believe how much thought went into deciding who got what [there were 898 to choose from], but here we go! Chapter uses the "everyone's a trainer" version of the universe.)

"We're all going to Poketale, you have half an hour to get ready." Nightmare declared to the room of very confused skeletons who had just been going about their days.

Blue blinked owlishly at Night. "...Why?"

Dream put up a tentative hand. "I know why. It's because Nightmare found a book on the benefits of therapy animals, but he didn't want to get ones that weren't intelligent enough to look after themselves, so I suggested Pokemon! ... Though I was drunk at the time..."

Dust pointed at Maia on his shoulder, who he had been feeding bacon bits. "But why, though? We have therapy day, and some of us already have pets." Maia bit him. "OW! No! I didn't mean you, you scaly menace!"

"This isn't up for debate. Some of you need to learn responsibilities, and having a Pokemon will definitely help." Nightmare said, tone leaving no room for refusal. "Well be going to a Poketale that has a therapy Pokemon adoption center, and you'll be getting two each. Except for you, Dust, and you Killer, you only get to pick one. I don't think you can handle Maia and 2 Pokemon, Dust, and you still have to look after your rabbits, Killer."

Error put down his current knitting project, giving Nightmare a concerned look. "You have seen how big some of those Pokemon are though, right? Where are we going to fit them all?"

Error will never forget the tie he was destroying a Poketale, only to turn around and see a giant blue and white flying right behind him who blasted him a good mile with a jet of water. At least he didn't have to bath that afternoon.

"... Size limits are now imposed. Whatever Pokemon you pick needs to be able to comfortably walk through your bedroom doors." Nightmare amended.

"Can we choose not to get Pokemon?" Horror inquired.

"No. You have to get a Pokemon."

Ink stood up and looked at the rest of the room. "Well, this could be fun! Imagine what adventures we could have by training our Pokemon and having battles with them!"

The Gang focused on Ink, then back to Nightmare. "Pokemon can be trained to fight each other?" Cross asked.

Error answered for Nightmare. "Yeah, they can be forces of nature when properly trained. But not all Pokemon want to fight. Some have more support roles? Like healing or fire fighting... That might actually be really useful in this house."

Not that the Gang were listening, as they had all scattered in random directions to get ready to leave, all the while shouting out how their Pokemon will be the strongest.

Error shrugged and got off the couch, heading to his room to do the same. "I hope you know what hell you've unleashed on the mansion, Nightmare."

Night remained in place, panicking slightly at the thought of having high powered Pokemon running around the house fighting each other. "I'm starting to think that, no, I don't."

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"Welcome to New City's Rehabilitation Center! My name is Nurse Jolly, and I'll be taking you to through our process for finding your perfect, specially trained assistance Pokemon!" the bunny monster in leading the group happily explained, leading them somewhere after they had spent an hour signing (and lying through) security checks to legally adopt Pokemon.