#bond over dad issues lets gooooo

[shimmeringtidepools]

“My own little slice of hell. How sweet.”

He looks away from the fellow Giratina. “At first it was just an outcropping if land, with an oppressive atmosphere. The pressure could choke anyone if they weren’t prepared. No time exists, the space always changing. No life except for, well, me.”

“I was the one who bent it into shape, the anger I felt wrought onto that stupid land until it splintered into more islands.” He gives a grin, somewhat unsettling as he reminisces his own past.

“Of course, if you leave a corrupted power alone, it has no outlet. It begins to feed on itself. Anti-matter cannot be stable in the overworld so, it formed within the torn seams that was the prison I lived in.” Quickly, Giratina’s smirk faded, a red hot glow searing from his eyes. “I was stuck in a world that never should have been. I was it’s lone life form. It starved itself until it discovered I had been it’s sole creator, and therefore ate at me.”

He turns back to Singularity. “You say your world corrupted your true form? Trust me, you aren’t the only one.”

“If a soul was unlucky enough to fall in, it wouldn’t last long.” He starts once more. “I would have died if I hadn’t adapted to it.” A grim fate to be sure. How long had it been since he had eaten something proper? Not that it mattered now. Noticing the drop in conversation, the black haired man turned towards Singularity with a grin. “Of course, seeing the same damn thing every day would drive you to insanity too I’m sure. Or you just grow accustomed to it. Different universes, different temperments.”

(@shimmeringtidepools) Gira@Singularity: His father would kill him if he knw he wasn’t back shackled to his world, good. There was something he wanted to know. The black haired male had eventually tracked down the fellow giratina, one he saw seldomly at the gala, and approached from shadows. “Pardon my intrusion, but you and I seem to be quite similar in a manner of speaking.” He started. “Horrible fathers, irritating siblings, banishment and the like, tell me honestly what is the Distortion World like for you?” Genuine curiosity swirled in his eyes. “For me it might be my only home, however it is pure hell.”

Sorry, can’t help myself. When I see an attractive-looking Pokémon, I must compliment them. And well, you certainly tick all of the boxes for what I consider attractive.

Anyways, regarding your question, it seems we are both in a similar situation. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one. Well, it’s not nice for the both of us but you know what I mean. The realm of distorted chaos, or distortion realm as it’s commonly known, is one I have a lot of control over.

However, it’s also been used as my prison. A prison where I was tossed away for years, never to see what was going on in the others worlds until I had learnt my lesson. I hated being trapped in there. Hated it. I still hate going there but at least I can exit it freely. The worst part was how void it was of life during my banishment. I couldn’t do anything besides sit and watch the world distort and morph. My true form became corrupt and, I’m going to be honest, I’m rather embarrassed to show it.

The realm itself has actually morphed into a similar look to that of the mortal realm, except with certain laws of physics being bent and distorted. That’s something I’ve had no control over and if I didn’t hate the place so much, I probably would spend some time observing why this is. It’s probably fascinating stuff. The realm has also opened itself up to many ghost types and a lot of them use the space to help the spirits of the dead move on. I think I’ve seen death itself wandering too. It’s not harmful to them if they’re in there for a short period of time. Anyone who’s in for a while may be hit with the awful side effects that realm has.

You mentioned yours is pure hell. In what way, if you don’t mind me asking?