Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Special Episode 5 - I Promise

You must remember your duties and your purpose and follow what your body is most capable of. The Magcargo should not be a woodworker. The Golem should not be a fisher. The Electrode should not be a scribe. All Pokémon should follow their duties and put themselves to their best use. For that is how your villages and your towns and your world may prosper.

—Book of Arceus, Creation

Twin Dragon Pulse flames spiraled across the Wooden Wilds, slamming into a strange, black creature, disintegrating it into nothing. Three more took its place, rising from the ground. A third Dragon Pulse burst through the air, slamming into the first one; the resultant shockwave slammed the other two wraiths.

"Again!" Mama shouted. The Goodra pointed her horns ahead.

Anam opened his mouth—which took up most of his body—and fired another Dragon Pulse at the right wraith. The force pressed him against Mama's chest, but he still hit his mark, disintegrating it. Beside him was Papa, firing his own Dragon Pulse from within Mama's left arm. The Salandit was much more adept, the Pulse hitting the wraith in the core, obliterating it all the same.

"Perfect," Mama said. "Good work, you two."

With the dark creatures gone, the surrounding field felt a lot brighter. Pale brown grass that went up to Mama's belly filled most of their view under a sky half filled with clouds.

"Let's keep on our guard," Papa said. "Anam, are you well?"

"Yup!" Anam bobbed his ill-formed body. The Goomy twisted and turned in Mama's hold. "This is fun, Mama!"

The Goodra sighed. "Don't take this so lightly, Anam. This is dangerous."

"It wouldn't be dangerous if you let me come with you!" Anam pressed his body against Mama in what was his attempt at a hug. "Besides, you said it's even more dangerous if you leave me alone!"

"Anam, that's because you always find ways to wander off."

"That's because I have to find you!" Blissful, Anam nuzzled his forehead against Mama's chest. "I love you, Mama."

The Goodra mother sighed, bringing a hand between the Goomy's feelers. "I love you too, Anam."

This earned a grin that took up the entire width of Anam's face. Suddenly, he gasped. "Mama! Let's play Blaster!"

"N-now?"

"Now! Now!" Anam squirmed in her hands. "Just once, just once!"

"Just once..." She shook her head, horns bobbing behind her. "If you wish."

Papa crawled from Mama's arms and onto her shoulders. Then, she positioned Anam on the top of her right arm, angling it upward until he slid down. His back pressed against her snout, earning a giggle from the child. He spun around, face to face.

"Kiss kiss!" Anam said, giving Mama a peck on the lips.

Mama smiled back, pressing her forehead against his. "Ready?"

"Ready... BLAST!"

At once, he and Mama both shot each other with Dragon Pulse attacks. The energies pressed against one another, burning Mama's arm, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She always did this!

The force against Anam's tiny body was much greater. He went into the air, several feet from the weak Pulse, and screamed with joy once Mama stopped. A bit of excess Dragon fury from Anam singed her nose. She rubbed at it, holding her horns out at the same time to gingerly catch him on his descent.

"Again, again!" Anam bounced from her right arm to her left. "One more, one more!"

"We have to keep going, Anam," Mama said. "Don't worry."