#I love diving into how deeply fucked up Hoopa is from being alive for so long

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Okay so here’s a fic I wrote like 8k of a few months ago. It’s called “Wrath” and it’s an au where while Hoopa is out of control during the villain arc it accidentally kills Lear so it teams up with Colress to bring him back to life. It’s dark so the snippet’s under the cut.

Colress came back into the room with a long bed and some odd medical things in tow. His expression was focused and his mind was only on what was in front of him, so Hoopa didn’t dare try and interrupt him. “Put him here, I’ll attach some monitors so I can see his vitals as we do this.” Hoopa skimmed over his mind again, checking to make sure he didn’t intend for this to hurt Lear.

He intended to push Hoopa as far as it would go to bring Lear back; he was ready to sabotage equipment, alert others to the situation, and see how far Hoopa’s “mental state” would make it go. Whatever. The deity didn’t care. He wasn’t hurting Lear, so it didn’t matter what his intentions were. It put him down on the bed and allowed Colress to hook him up. None of the vitals looked good, they were all low and… bad.

“Do you have any special ideas for resurrecting him?” Colress asked, stripping Lear’s coat and shirt off of him. He was having trouble with the clothes, they stuck to him like stubborn burrs. Hoopa didn’t offer to help. “I can get electricity into his brain to start that up and have some strategies to try and restart his heart, but anything beyond that is up to you.” He paused, turning to stare at Hoopa with an accusing stare. “You have to give me everything you can. You caused this. You killed him.”

Hoopa knew Colress was only trying to get it to snap; that was the only thing that kept it from lifting a hand and turning him into red paste. The mythical pokémon turned its head questioningly, a sadistic grin forming. Colress’ mind was suddenly overrun with memories of humans burning alive. What an odd coincidence.

Give me everything, Hoopa told him once he recovered.

It thought for a long while over everything that could possibly assist in the resurrection process and begrudgingly came to the conclusion that the best thing it could do for Lear was to call in an old favor. It lifted a hoop into the air and issued a command to a being it had controlled hundreds of times over— mostly for pranks, but there had been one occasion where it had helped Hoopa in eradicating Arborvitae’s killers. Could it still depend on the deity it had once puppeted into constant battles, forcing it to partake in wars it had no interest in?

It wasn’t that Hoopa felt bad for its actions; it only felt remorse at the thought that its past actions might affect Lear’s chances of being revived.

Regardless of whether it genuinely believed the legendary pokémon would assist it, Hoopa opened a portal to it. It didn’t force the pokémon to fly through, didn’t force it to obey its commands.

Through time and space, through reality and everything in-between, Hoopa sent a message to the god of rebirth: Ho-Oh.

Please, assist me.

After a few seconds, a glowing feather floated down from its portal and landed on Lear’s unmoving chest.