Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Chapter 67 - Out of Control

On the eighth sublevel of Quartz HQ, all Nate could feel were the distant rumblings from above. It was such a strange feeling to have all this activity going on. It was exciting, in a way! But then again, he was starting to wonder why Eon wanted him here in the first place. He was so full of hope and promise when they talked. That's one reason why he was so drawn to him—not that Owen and the others weren't, either. But they seemed to be afraid of him. Perhaps being the Dark Guardian was more frightening than he had anticipated. But he couldn't help that. He couldn't help much of his appearance, either... but at least he had darkness to cover that up.

Still, their spirits were bright with hope and kindness toward one another. That was impossible to ignore. But so was Eon's. Not to mention all of the strange new Pokémon that lived here. There were so many that he could make little images of, little variations that didn't excite him ever since he discovered what southern Pokémon were!

The fact that Eon was a Ditto made coming to the lab all the more appealing. If Nate could just ask, maybe he could transform into something exotic. Something that he'd never seen in a long time. Dialga! Oh, to be able to draw a Dialga again. He missed that Embodiment. What ever happened to him?

"N-Nate! Nate!"

Oh? Someone was calling for him. He had to get used to that; it had been so long since anybody wanted to speak with him, aside from his fellow voices. That voice sounded like Eon, though there wasn't a lot of joy from his heart this time around. His light felt very faint.

How was he supposed to talk again? Eon taught him how. Ohh, how frustrating! He couldn't remember. He had to form a body, and then make some vibrations, just like their throats. Something like that.

Ohh, but he sounds so frantic. He'd just talk the old fashioned way.

Getting his voices together, Nate asked, Is something wrong?

"Gah—" Eon stumbled over himself, taking the form of a Mew. He seemed to have a lot of trouble floating through the air. Wait. A Mew! That's wonderful! And he seemed so tiny! Or was it she? Eon sounded very feminine. If it wasn't for how panicked he or she looked, he'd ask to make sure. "I thought I told you not to talk with all those voices?!"

Sorry, I forgot how to talk again.

"Oh, for the love of—not important." Eon held his tiny, adorable hands up. "How good are you at fighting? Because the person who looks like me right now is possessing Owen, and in his body, is trying to kill me."

After a pause, Nate's presence shuddered. Darkness poured out of the large room that he housed himself in, more like a stadium, really, before he recollected himself. That would be rude, after all, invading in the space of the others. It was still a bit cramped, though, compared to how open the crater felt.

What was Eon talking about again? Kill! Yes, kill. Why?

"It's a long story, Nate, but—I just need you to help me. C-can you? Anything? You're some kind of—I don't know what you are, but you certainly have some sort of way to stop her, right? I'm at the end of my rope here!"

Nate's darkness fizzled uncertainly. I don't know how to fight.

"H-how?! You have—a thousand limbs in there! I saw them! And aren't you a Mimikyu? At least Shadow Claw or something? Star's terrified of Ghost attacks!"

But I'm the Dark Guardian.

Eon slapped his paws to his face. "Ohh, come on! Mimikyu! Shadow Claw! I've seen it before, when you—gah!"

Eon suddenly plopped on the ground, his form shifting to a strange, black mass. A shoddy imitation of a Pikachu coated him seconds later.

"This! You can do this, can't you?!" Eon said, waving his newfound, ghostly claws out of his disguise.