Band of Misfits, Future Past Encounter

After receiving all the Pokemon from the professors who had real problems. I sat around a campfire with them all after some rather intensive questioning or therapy. Looking down at my physical notepad I read everything over as the others sleep. A few days with them and I've certainly got my hands full.

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Growlithe (Queen) - Case of sexual abuse and sexual torture by some poachers. All males. Hates Human males but even though I have a Human form she trust me. For this simple quote from her, "You're the Reaper, Human yet Legend, I trust you to help me heal me and get over this trauma. Professor Oak had many things about you, I do not trust him but he was sure about you. So I will trust his faith, NEVER him."

Bisharp (Frenzy) - Trust issues due to her abandonment for losing to a champion. Nearly killed by former team and Trainer before being rescued by Mew.

Guzlord (Gluttony) - No desire to consume this world into a RUINED world. Just looking for a home to live the remaining years of his life. Willing to help clean up out of hand "food" if needed.

Superior (Lily) - Easily stuck reliving its past conflict zones due to being Special Forces. Moves like Hyperbeam bring out extremely violent episodes, subdue when triggered. Therapy needed two times a day.

Zororark (Simon) - Captured by Team Rocket and transported to Galar regional base. Broke put mid flight and started a fight, was thrown out shortly afterwards. Stable but wants blood for his near death.

Theivul (Samantha) & Nickit x4 - A Breeder got caught selling them illegally and sexual abusing several Pokemon. Was thrown through Magnolia's window while protecting her children from the Breeder's angered Machamp. The children are three days old live births, eye's still closed and small like regular animal newborns.

Cyndaquil (Nova) - Hatched after being placed in my hands due to suddenly absorbing energy. She's a hyperactive child with Fire, Death, Ghost, Dark, and Psychic typings, mutation possible due Seer's fate writing. Sees me as her sole parent due to imprinting.

Appearance looks primarily like the ancient Hisuian Typhlosion line but with minor changes. The wisp of fire around it are cyan blue green representing Death. The feeling it gives off due Datk typing is possibly dangerous if flared. Psychic typing will help her learn things at a slightly faster pace and help her speak in the future.

Treecko (Nurture) - Hatched with Cyndaquil but was a minute from expiring. Introduced Life typing to them. Grass and Life typing was a mutation that occurred causing this boy have a very caring side. Appearance is normal but a white gold crest rest over his heart, possible to change during evolution.

Dragapault (Jewel) - Cheerful but sultry, is hurt that it and its friends had been abandoned however likes this outcome.

Rowlett (Knight) - EXTREME case of abuse around confidence, trust, psychically reprimanded for losing, used a stress relief by ex-team sexually. It'll be a tough road ahead but he CAN heal.

Greninja (Almond) - Skittish but responsive to talking and help. Needs very positive case of reassurance if ever to have children again.

Sylveon (Heart) - Minimum responses, Sylveon by nature is all about love and affection. Watching her eggs be destroyed repeatedly as she was bred then forced to watch once more has really damaged her.

Hakamo-o x6 - Clan Elder Bulwark and his clan had been a clan of sixty strong protectors. Reduced to six for their skin and scales. Willing to be vanguard units in any conflict to save lives or end them with vengeance.

Lugia (Sunny) - My poor little niece stolen from her nest and forced into darkness. Purified but traumatized by blood she has spilt in her madness.

Shaymin (Grace) - A tough little girl who had hatched a month ago. She had resisted and also taken on a heavy burden by absorbing the worst of the Shadow Corruption for the other two. Prone to violence and wanting blood shed, yet regrets it but needs help controlling the impulses.

Articuno (Tundra) - A boy who although he had been corrupted didn't cave. He sat there a Shadow forcibly even if he'd get beat because he didn't want to let the Shadow win. Wants to stay and help the rest of my fucked up merry band smile.

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Putting it away I sighed and looked over the sleeping group. When Almond suddenly sits to my left quietly, her body shaking a bit but I just stay silent and close my eyes. We sit like this for a while before the Greninja finally decides to speak.

"You are a strange Mythical…."

"How do you mean, little frog?"

At my question she shifts in place as memories hit her. I say nothing I just wait.

"You're the one in charge of Casualty… yet you a monster of DEATH are being kind. It's strange… what do you get out of diverting from your path of carnage?"

At this I could tell the rest had partly woken up to hear. Even my nieces and nephew who hadn't learned yet of my role.

"Absolutely nothing. I get absolutely nothing, yet I still do this from time to time. Because there's nothing wrong with it, is there? I'm the Legend from a world where I saw many horrid things. Sometimes its the monster of war who's seen it all that can help people like you."

My answer causes a collective stalling of brains at the first thing I said. Yet the fact I'm doing this all for nothing grand has them all truly confused. War and Death needs no reason to do something's, it just does them for no true reason or gain at times. The one to react differently though is the Superior, Lily. She suddenly coiled around me out of nowhere surprising Almond. But the big girl lays her on top of mine and shocks those listening. I just smile a sad smile.

"I didn't get what my mother said when she mentioned she servered under Death for a time. Till she said wanted peace, she said you didn't get angry or anything just hugged her. Laughing without emotion saying you told her.

"Go be a soldier no more, be a wonderful mother, when the time comes I shall greet you with Giritina."

I didn't get what she meant at the time till I lived war and death. Then you come. You who knew my origin the moment we met. For Casualty knows all our secrets. The tired but eternal soldier, Death, who she served under. You don't need a reason to be kind… just thank you for greeting my mother when she died, and accidentally finding me… I need the help… but I want to help you as well."

With a small humorous chuckle I asked her something. Her answer was simply grand.

"Then why wait till now to say anything little one? Why wait till after I am asked why I did this?"

"You were planning a time to do this to help me by explaining things to me gently. But the answer you gave made my heart hurt… you are trapped in a war yourself joined willingly…. You give your best everyday for everything. Yet the things I've heard and felt for you from most while in my ball or sleeping here… just made me feel hurt to see the deadness every soldier of war has chip at you. Your kind but weary, pragmatic but tired, you don't deserve the hate most the world give you daily."

At this my young trio of family members spoke up, I could practically feel their emotions. Sad, depressingly optimistic, anger, and love were quite plain as day from them.

"He spills blood but mom said its always for a reason…. He did it once to protect my egg but got hurt horribly… till mom arrived. I hate blood and death but I love my uncle he's good… a good killer?... not bad like those monsters…."

"Dad ALWAYS said the coldest love he's seen is our uncle slaughtering an army for family without blinking. He's a worn legend but he really doesn't deserve what I've heard be said… if he knew where we were and what was happening… he'd have been the warmest but coldest protector of the victims there."

"It's sad that you lot but two felt FEAR towards him. Although he's death walking bathed in blood he's looking after you for no ultimate motive. Just help. That makes me want to maime you idiotic mons… Thank you Lily, Jewel for nothing negative."

The ghostly water dragon materialized with a giggle while waving a hand lazily. Before joining the big girl in wrapping around me with her tail. Sighing I just looked at the dragon and she just cuddles against me while phasing through Lily a bit. Affectionate ghost and dragon, not new for either but it's adorable together. Chuckling wryly I shake my head inadvertently tickling Lily who spasms a bit.

The rest are well quiet still but Samantha with her kits in her tail bag plopped by the cuddle? Sitting pile. The young trio of legends following shortly afterwards. I am old, I'm a mass murderer, but I am now buried in children basically hugging me. This is weird but we fell asleep like this eventually though. However, through the night a few of the younger Hakamo-o joined the pile with Heart. The rest were silently elsewhere around the fire.

Even though my body sleeps my soul watches everything from a tree branch. Legs dangling over the edge as dark dripping liquid with the faintest crimson drips from it. The blood of all my victims stain my soul in a morbid way, yet it reflects my job and how far I've gone to keep a stable world. Slipping from the pile my body rematerializes stretching as I look down at it. Black veins coursing where red should be, black replacing the white of my eyes. Tossing a drop of blood onto my face my body wipes the very real spot off.

"The kiddies aren't going to be a problem, their Shadow's were killed. But I wonder do they know about this?"

"That we are Shadow tainted? Very likely but that shouldn't be a surprise Inkwell. Any other's nearby?"

"None, just me right now Dakota."

Silence as we both just sorta looked at the stars as my Shadow appears beside me on the branch. It's been a long time since the first Shadow's that we've had this strange arrangement. Inkwell is a very AWARE Shadow yet he has nothing he wants except to kill other Shadow's. Closing my eyes, blood rapidly drips onto the ground below as memories play.

======= First Shadow Emergence =======

"Xanfer Village is gone! Shadow Rayquaza and Shadow Lugia erased it with Hyperbeams! Death toll three hundred. No survivors. Entrenching my position to hold the breach to buy time for you children to finish up!"

Creating a minigun out of solid dark energy I revved it up and began mowing down Shadow Pokemon. Entrancing spell like circles of various typings burst to life around my position. Soon hellish attacks rained upon the encroaching tide my corrupted family dying with a fight. Taking one step forward I advanced slowly, my energy rapidly depleting, but replenishing instantly for every death there is. The still alive member's of Silence falling back slowly but surely leaving me to hold things.

A figure catches my eyes briefly, a carrier! Looking for it the ground under me broke to quickly. The corrupted form of a Machoke bursting from below me and grabbing my left leg. Feeling the little fuckers teeth sink into my leg I growled before imploding its head using a spacial move. Creating a second minigun I heft the two weapons up and begin a revamped assualt. Ignoring the feeling of darkness creeping through my system I focused on my mission.

"Onto the breach, purge every corrupted soul I can till I die."

Even as Shadow energy burst from my body I advanced killing all opposition. The song Dead Man Walking by WAR-HALL plays in my mind but I just grin. My advancement is stopped by Shadow Zamazenta and Shadow Zacian with them protecting the rest. Growling I tapped into the invading Shadow energy even if it'd speed things up. This evidently surprised the tide which shrieked as dark vile magic like circles appeared behind me corrupting each typing I have but Space and Death. Then the screams stopped. The world deafened.

Sound slowly returned to me as I couldn't help but chuckle seeing the damage I caused. The Earth was gouged to magma levels creating a divide between me and the Shadow's. They looked at me with fear for the first time, even the turned Legends were scared. That's when a voice sounded in my head and I trusted everything I've learned. Ejecting my soul from my body. My arms covered in blood as my soul slowly reflected my kill count.

"You fuckers wanted to corrupt him? Well you made a mistake, we know our demons. We ARE them so be good and die like the bugs you are."

"Heh this is an interesting development none the less, my Shadow is friendly. But true I know what the fuck I am and its not pure, but now its just given life."

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Waking up from my memories Inkwell points towards multiple eyes looking at me. Their eyes showing they are pretty surprised by seeing what they're seeing before them. The sky is slowly becoming dawn, dropping from the tree I land where blood should be but none is found. Looking at everyone Inkwell joins me on the ground hands in pockets as he lazily looked at them. I just rested my arms behind my back as I looked at everyone deciding to just get this bit over with.

"Before anyone asks something benein I'll just get this over with. The physical me you see is my Shadow Inkwell, he's my ever present living demon. The me you see dripping blood? This is the physical manifestation of my soul, the pitch black blood dripping form of how much blood I've shed. My soul used to look exactly like my physical one. But the kills kept piling, slowly reflecting onto my soul as life and death's way to show how much I've spilt. Any questions?"

Lily actually was the one to speak up first, her question something I cackle softly at.

"Does my soul look the same?"

"No my dear child, at best one part of your soul would reflect your body count as blood drips. Unless you've done some extreme murder you'll never look like this. This is centuries of killing."

Lily hearing that deflated but also looked saddened. She must now realize how worn I am, how stained by war and conflict I am, yet I'm not breaking just yet. My young family members look at Inkwell and me before Tundra asks his question.

"Uncle Heathen…. Is Inkwell recent or…."

At this Inkwell tilted my head before smirking.

"No I'm old as shit, my back hurts I may need a nursing home with how much I've helped carry this world."

"He is from the first Shadow war, so he's centuries old like me. The Shadow's thought to turn me by awakening my dark desires and emotions. However, it failed spectacularly."

"Can't corrupt one who knows their demons, heh how I was awakened was rather amazing. Dear old killer here tapped into the Shadow's after being afflicted during a fight. He erased eighty thousand Shadow Pokemon, Shadow Legends included, down to magma creating a divide between him and an army of Shadow. His attacks that caused the divide literally SILENCED the world for forty seconds."

This news shocked everyone while the two of us were indifferent at that, we've long gotten over it. Elder Bulwark tapped his claws along one of his scales as he looked at the sky.

"You two are monsters truly to your cores but yet you stand on the side of life. This is confusing in the case of the Shadow, it is truly sentient and FRIENDLY even. If any other Elder in Alola heard or saw this they'd think it madness and pray for your deathes. Yet none, not even Arceus strike you down for existing or cleanse your soul of your sins."

"Oh goddy Goddess knows our crimes, knows my existence, all older Legends do little dragon. But Heathen is Casualty he will always become drenched in blood like he is. I am also Casualty but not at the same time because Shadow's have nothing to hide. But none have wanted me purified since my awakening as I am apart of him, erasing me will possibly end poorly. So I stay because at this point I can no longer be purified anyways."

Inkwell gave the Elder a dull uninterested look while twirling a finger as if to say whoop dee doo. The Shadow chuckling at the Elders displeased snarl. The younger of his clan shrug and look at us with indifference. One even gruffly states their opinion that the Elder nearly smashes their skull in if Gluttony didn't grab their arm. Its toothy appendage sinking through scales snd pricking flesh drawing blood. A very bored look of comtempt comes from the Ultra Beast Legendary.

"Elder with all due respect Lord Heathen and Inkwell have been protecting the world for centuries. The Shadow had clearly proven he wasn't really a danger to us if even the Ancients have left him be. But why should the Ancient be cleansed of his job? From what I know and what was last said, he will reflect his current spiritual appearance eventually, its inevitable. Trying to shove your teachings and fears down their throats is disrespectful to those who guard our fragile peace."

The Elder really didn't like that questioning and then being told he was disrespectful. Inkwell growled, looking at the Elder the dripping blood of my form moved like whips. Wrapping the Elders limbs up before it jerked him back to us slamming into the ground violently. His gray skin darkening a bit as he snarled at us. Drawing a crimson desert eagle from my souls coat, I aimed down at his head. Pulling the trigger a black bloody bullet fired, his head exploding along with most of his upper body.

"Shadow terminated. Shouldn't have let his feelings allow such an opening in his mind. Because he failed the coin toss of if the Shadow's would pounce."

"Old fuck really got that upset? Oh well he's dead now no crying over that. Since we can't really purify Shadow's outside of Orre currently, which its a mystery how we can't do it outside that region."

While everyone was understandably upset at the sudden execution. Those who know of or have some real experience with Shadow's personally didn't mind much. Shadow Dragons are one of the worst Shadow's to deal with so that's partly why I executed him. The other half being I just couldn't be bothered to send him off using my abilities.

Pulling his PokeBall from its spot inside my physical cost I began reprogramming Bulwark's pokeball. Removing any sort of attachment, digital or otherwise, to it. Can't waste good resources. Looking at everyone I slipped back into my body so Inkwell can go back to passive watching.

Rolling my shoulders I recalled everyone but Tundra who perched himself on one of my shoulders. Looking at my young nephew I took a step forward and we disappeared, falling into a shadow. Just as we did we almost instantly popped out of another at Vermilion city. Stretching a bit my nephew gets the idea and copied me, shadow travel is secretly very straining on the body for non-dark types. Although I covered him in a thin shielding to stop it from straining him its best to be careful. Looking around where we ended up I note that we came out next to a cafe that serves Pokemon as well.

{Heathen: Any FA's in Vermilion near my spot? I plan to get some good and nuturious food for the lot I currently got on me. Along the one's I'll be getting from rehoming events so I'll need a lot for them. I don't really need to eat so don't get me anything, AGAIN.}

Using the Digital typing is helpful because I can connect to really any network. It didn't take long before suddenly six seemingly random citizens brought food bags to me. Some leaking steam meaning those are freshly cooked, storing them away into a space pocket I looked at the Silence personnel. One holding a bag of hamburger's and a large bag of bbq chips. Sighing I look at them, they just cackle softly.

"Sorry Madam Summer said, "Make him eat something again, even though he said don't." So here's twenty different hamburgers and chips boss, your daughter cares."

"In a different version of this world she's my wife, here she's my daughter of a fling. Fate likes entwining us together it seems. So just give me the damn food I'll eat as I go…."

Essentially ripping the food from the agent's hands I growl at the fucking note attached. "Eat - Summer" fucking Zororark brat of a daughter. With food delivered the agent's left after I gave them some side orders to follow. They've spilled a lot of blood for me and the safety of a lot of lives.

Frankly I think I'm the only real Legend that's constantly in contact with his religion, though my religion is full of killers. Fanatics who've tried making my organization something like the Nazi's were ruthlessly purged by myself or a Zero Commander. So Silence isn't really corrupt, some arrogance, but not corrupt.

Ripping a section from a hamburger I fed my nephew who found a new love for the food. Some rather, I'll call them challenged, trainers tried getting my nephew by various means. The more criminally inclined, murderous, ones have mysteriously vanished. Wiping blood from my mouth I spit a section of spine out.

My nephew really isn't judging me, surprisingly, since well his mom also ate Humans and Pokemon last he saw her. Articuno's are birds of prey that freeze and eat their prey in hot weather. Along with eating it slightly cold in cold weather. So no judgment really from him.

Why I ate some of the criminal Trainer's is because some wanted to eat him. So I gave them a taste of their attempted crime. I'm chaotic neutral, it amused me as well, so I did it. Stepping into the main Pokemon Center in Vermilion City I walked a few steps and an aged Nurse Joy greeted me. Sharing some commentary about why I'm here specifically between us I'm led to the adoption wing. Trainer's, Joy's, and Pokemon watching us curiously as we walked. Till one met my foot to the side of his head.

"HALT YOU LEGENDARY DUO I THE GREAT DIO SHA-"

My boot connects to his face, blood and teeth fly from his mouth. His jaw was dislocated and cracked. As his face smashes into a nearby wall before hitting the ground. Stepping over the still living body I continued following the Joy matron. A Chansey dragging the random ass hat away to get medical care. Those who had been watching had winced or chuckled seeing the kid just get destroyed. An eight year old even shouted "Rando uses Taunt! Stranger used High Kick! It's super effective!" It was amusing.

We arrived at the main adoption area soon after that and well everyone there sorta froze. Understandable, I'm lethal to everything. I did beat Kyorger, to near death, using a giant solid dark energy spoon once. I wonder if anyone remembers that? Team Aqua probably has that ancient record and is either confused angry or angry. Groundon met the dark spoon as well for laughing, promptly bitch slapped him that day. Looking at my nephew he's got this small proudly troubled smirk on his beak. The matron is the same because she likes my introductions at these moments.

"Yo, I'm the Lord of Casualty, Dakota, I like walks on the moon and fucking with criminals. Or showing up randomly next to their leader's and singing fuck you. This is my nephew Tundra, a Articuno, he's pretty friendly for a kid. So what's up?"

Tundra smacked me with a wing trying not to laugh at my introduction. The matron is shaking her head with a chuckling giggle at once again hearing my greeting. Those who were here from the last time I was around, like this one Milotic, who is a blood addict. As I was doing this they were snickering at the confusion of the newbies.

Staring at everyone I slowly raised a hand then…. Threw a rubber ball from thin air at a Charmeleon suddenly. The surprise attack broke the silence at the Charmeleon crying out from its snout being hit. The ball bounced off them and hit a Nidoking in the chest who looked dumbly at the ball.

"You two would suck at dodgeball, I've seen a Joltik in Silence respond better than that. Then again that tiny spider is a Third Commander, who likes stealing pizza. He tried stealing my Alolan Pizza before the jackass."

My comment seemed to offend them but also take their minds off things. Until I threw another rubber ball suddenly and the same two were hit. Now they definitely looked offended with me just smirking at them for being so slow. The Milotic who loves blood popped out of her pond and sprayed them both in the face. Not with water though, it was very red water. Looking over to the Milotic she giggles derangedly with a blush on her face. She just killed a Magikarp trying to fuck her and used it's blood to spray others.

"Okay Crimson get your slithery hide over here, you're getting too dangerous to stay here."

She laughed awkwardly as she quietly and quickly slithers to me from the pond. Coiling up behind me refusing to look anyone in the eyes given she was called out. Then there was a Ninetales who without any prompting walked up to me and sat at my feet. Her golden fur shone faintly as she looked at me silently, sighing. I reached out a hand and scratched her ears. The fox yipped silently at being accepted into the family. However, what surprised me was the Eighteentales, the Death variant of a Ninetales.

He walked calmly and unhurriedly after the Ninetales. His mother. Who seems to refuse he's her son who had been impaled by a Scyther. The black fox with cyan blue green furred highlights looked at me with white eyes silently asking a lot of things. Shrugging I welcomed the variant into the family as well with some ear scratches. This seemed to surprise him as he blinked before blushing a white coloration across his face.

The final ones to join our little misfits band were a Mega Absol, and surprisingly…. A Type:Null. One not from this world but a DEAD one just from the scent and aura of her soul.