"Is it hot in here? It's really hot in here, where's the window? Oh, wait, no window. HOOOOOO, boy! It's really quite toasty in this white void, isn't it? Well, whatever, I can tough it out! I actually kind of like hot places! I get all sweaty and stuff and all that and this and you know. Stuff. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

I slapped myself to regain my senses, realizing how big of a fool I was being.

STOP, DUDE. Get a grip! I took a deep breath, readying myself for another go at it. "SO-AHERM-so, um, hi?" I squeaked, voice cracking at multiple points.

"This human amuses me. Dialga, say something regal again," Palkia spoke to his brother. It didn't sit too well with me that they were more than happy to toy with me.

"Apologies, but that would be most unwise, brother." The Pokémon of Space lowered his head in disappointment.

Celebi rolled her eyes at the two. "Sorry about that, Miles, but we needed to speak with you, and your... unstable location would be too sketchy. To be frank, you probably wouldn't have seen morning."

Unstable? I thought to myself, More like COMPLETELY BATSHIT INSANE DANGEROUS.

Celebi floated around me slowly, continuing to speak to me through her projected thoughts. "I'm sorry for not finding you sooner, but you have to understand, we have been far too busy to instantaneously notice a single blip on our theoretical radars."

I crossed my arms, slowly regaining my nerve. "Um, excuse me, but WHAT could possibly be going on where every legendary is too busy to notice that I've been flung into another world, OR that my anatomy has been completely changed?"

They looked as if they were about to answer, but I wasn't done yet. "WHAT could POSSIBLY be more important than me being thrown into one of the most dangerous places I've ever even heard of?" My anger was growing faster, my rant getting louder in volume the more I spoke. "Why are you just LEAVING me to die in this... THIS ROTTEN HELL while the rest of you are just fine?!"

"Miles, please," Celebi started. I was not ready to listen to them though. I was just getting started.

"WHAT happened to my pokémon, huh? Where are they?! Are they safe? Do they think I'm dead?!" They gave me sorrowful looks, pitying my condition, obviously. "Well, THEY WOULDN'T BE TOO FAR FROM THE TRUTH!" I displayed my wounds to them all, forcing them to gaze upon their mistake. "Scars! BATTLE SCARS! And guess what?! I'M A POKéMON TOO! FUN, RIGHT?!"

I was stomping around, looking like a raving lunatic, probably. "HOW WAS THAT MEETING?! 'HEY, GUYS. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE PICKED SOME RANDOM TRAINER AND CHANGED HIS ENTIRE PHYSIQUE?!' I wheeled right around to their shocked faces. "Yeah, I KNOW it was you guys! That machine had nothing to do with that transformation, did it?!"

Dialga was not pleased with the current situation. "We admit we changed your anatomy ourselves, but we assure you-"

"NO!" I blurted out. "NO, I WILL NOT BE ASSURED! You know why?! BECAUSE YOU ALL CHANGED MY ENTIRE LIFE NOW! YOU KNEW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, AND YOU WERE TOO FUCKING "BUSY" TO DO JACK SHIT ABOUT IT!" I was ready to explode by that point, all of my frustration and insecurities rushing out into the form of rage.

"WHAT'S sooo friggen time-consuming that I'm forcibly abandoning my closest friends and family, ALL BECAUSE SOME ROCKET GRUNTS ARE SUCH BIG ASSHOLES THAT THEIR BRAINS ARE PERMANENTLY LODGED UP THEIRS, AND SENTENCED ME TO DIE IN SOME JOKE HELLHOLE?!" My anger had reached a boiling point, and I was ready to engage them all. "WHAAAT?!" I screamed with all my strength, trembling in anger.

I took a knee, my shoulders shaking and my head spinning. "WHAT?! HUH, WHAT?" I started breaking down, my strength leaving me as my voice began to lower its volume. "What's so important.... that I nearly died?! With no protection left for my family? What?..." My explosive fury was turning into crushing sadness, the tears that came afterward rolling down my shameful face. "What....what....." I was sobbing, my hand reaching up to cover my face.

Oh Arceus, what am I doing? I just yelled at the legendaries after they rescued me...

I'll admit, this isn't the first time I've brushed with deadly forces, and narrowly avoided death. But so many instances where all it would've taken was a single thing, a slight twitch, a single roll in the wrong direction, one less second to move, and BOOM: death in one day was too much to take at that point.

All of the past times were that happened, and I narrowly escaped the grip of death, they came to the very front of mind, in full force. I was paralyzed on that floor, unable to look at the generous pokémon that actively came looking for me the moment they knew I wasn't there.

I was still crouched there on the floor, with my entire frame trembling, when I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I looked up, my eyes still overflowing with sadness, and I saw Celebi there. She looked hurt, and sorrowful. She felt bad, I knew. And I was to blame.

I couldn't respond with words at all at that point, and just leaned into a gentle embrace. "Oh, the poor thing. Guys," She addressed the two brothers of time and space, "he's a wreck. Everything that just happened to him must be catching up to him."

The god of time sighed mentally, his imaginary exhale echoing through my mind. "It seems so, Celebi. While we can heal his physical form, his mind will take time to heal. Time I can't give him."

So, after my meltdown in front of the three pokémon that kept the time stream intact, I had finally recovered enough to listen properly to the beings.

I sighed, letting an involuntary shiver escape my system. "Sorry, Dialga, Palkia, Celebi. I don't know what came over me. I really should be thanking you for coming to get me when you did."

It is not your fault, young Miles," Palkia reassured me. "The circumstances you found yourself in were forced upon you, and that's not acceptable."

I shrugged, not sure how to react to that. "I guess since you guys were able to transform me into a pokémon, you might've been responsible for sending me there." I looked into their sorrowful eyes. "But I should know better than to think you guys wouldn't have anything better to do than to leave me in hell."

The two larger pokémon among us turned their gazes to each other, having a silent but clear conversation that I couldn't interpret. Dialga gave me a look out of the corner of his eye when he was done. "Er, your predicament... while not our faults entirely... it was by our help that you landed where you did."

If I had ears, they most certainly would've perked up at that bombshell. "What?"

"You see, while that machine was a teleportation device, it would've put you someplace on Earth still if we hadn't intervened." Celebi began, "We were planning on making a movement, of sorts, which would've required transporting lots of creatures. You were one of those creatures, but... the spell we cast mixed with that portal, and created a reaction that we could never plan for."

Celebi continued after a pause. "We, the legendaries, have just had their first meeting with all of the members together in one place. And during that meeting, Arceus came to a conclusion."

"Wait, hang on." I stopped her right there, my brain still not processing something. "Arceus? The Arceus? The pokémon that started life on earth and created the legendaries to keep our oceans and lands and weather and time and space and everything in check?" The three of them nodded.

I smiled. "He's really back..."

"Yes, and we were very happy to see him again as well." Palkia put in.

Celebi continued where she left off. "Yeah, so that conclusion was this: some humans have caused things to go way out of control. Team Rocket, Team Magma, Team Aqua, Team Snagem, The Siphers, Team Galactic, Team Plasma, Team Flare... the amount of criminal organizations in the world has become too big. And something needed to be done about it."

"But all of those crime teams you just listed off are either disbanded entirely or have converted into causes for the benefit of the world. Team Plasma has turned into a legitimate cause that truly thinks for pokémon, even going so far as to fight with the other half that wanted to harm us."

"Team Aqua and Magma have also turned into good causes, recently. Team Aqua has become as heroic team of trainers and pokémon who fight off pirates and defend the innocent, while Team Magma has been turned into a research organization that is looking for beneficial energy sources out in the deserts and harsh areas of the world."

Dialga gazed at me with his emotionless, regal stare. "And while that is commendable, we are afraid that their efforts are not enough in comparison to the rest."

"So, we decided that we needed to move the pokémon somewhere else." Celebi finished.

I blinked. "Somewhere else? But, where? I don't know of anywhere on Earth where they could all be secluded."

"You misunderstand. They are not to stay on Earth anymore." Dialga stated.

I was in shock, to say the least. Not on Earth? Then where? Mars?!

As if reading my thoughts, Palkia added, "We moved the pokémon to another world. One where they could finally live in peace and harmony."

"...s-so, where is it?"

"It is known as Equus, a planet populated by many different creatures and animals. The dominant race, however, are known as ponies."

I froze. That description sounded eerily like where I just was. "Do they talk?" They nodded. "Do some of them have horns?" They nodded again. I was starting to feel woozy. "W-was that where I...I just was?" Another nod, and I was barely off the ground.

Who knows where my friends are at? They're pokémon, so by deductive reasoning, that meant they were on this Equus, and there were no humans around to guide them.

Celebi floated over, and steadied me, a reassuring smile on her face as she did so. "Don't worry. Your friends aren't in the post-apocalyptic wasteland as you might think. They are safe and sound... for the most part."

"What the hell does that mean?!" I almost yelled.

"It means that they are in another timeline all together. A timeline where this war never happens, and the inhabitants are all, for the most part, peaceful equines with caring hearts." Her smile wavered. "However, they aren't as receiving to our sudden arrival as we had hoped. Some are even doing things to them that could end very badly."

I inhaled, calming myself. Now that I knew that they were all safe, I didn't see any need to worry as much. The question that sprung forth in my mind made itself known, though. "Well, jeez. You gave them a call beforehand, didn't you?"

To my surprise, all three of them looked away at something that was suddenly very interesting. My irratation began to show again. "You contacted them before you moved the pokémon, right? Let them know that you were coming?" They refused to respond, hoping that I would leave the subject alone.

I was NOT about to indulge them. "So you all just showed up and plopped all the pokémon of the world onto their world without permission or forewarning at all?!" They finlly looked back at me, and embarrasment was written all over their wonderous faces. I jerked my hands away from Celebi, choosing to stomp a few paces away. "Idiots! Of course they're not going to respond well to that! I don't give two flying Fearows that Arceus is some god! You still ask, jackass!"

Dialga cleared his throat in my mind. "Not to insult our father, but he was never too perceptive of everything. Things like that slip his mind more often than not."

"We didn't catch something as important as that either. Mostly because we were too happy to finally see our father again after what felt like an eternity." Palkia chimed in.

Celebi sighed. "But it's too late to fix that now, I'm afraid."

Says the being capable of time travel.

"Hopefully, with time, they will warm up to us."

"So, since you moved all the pokémon from our world, what happens to the humans now? You're gonna leave them to die or something?" I huffed.

Celebi looked hurt. "Well, technically, a fraction of the pokémon had to stay because of their loyalties to the dark side..." She inhaled, "We also had to move some humans as well."

My attention was caught. I continued to stare at her, silently asking her to go on with my eyes. "Our original plan was to just move the pure hearted individuals who would never willingly hurt their pokémon or family for anything. We turned those select humans into pokémon as well, in forms that would suit them best. And while their numbers were greater than we expected, we still decided to move them." Pausing, she looked at me. She had a perplexing look on her features. A look I couldn't really understand.

"But, while moving active heroes who chose to stave off the evils of the world by their own accord... People like N, the champions, Ash, good Team members, Spinarak Man... and you, to name a few, we realized something: it would truly be unkind to leave the innocent people behind without any defense from their evil superiors. Good people like you worked so hard to save these people, and to basically waste all of your hard work by leaving them to die anyway would be... cruel."

My stunned silence allowed Palkia to say something that would send me sprawling. "The amount of estimated pure people to be moved had already passed a fourth of our world's population. But with the inclusion of innocent people, the amount moved is now three-fourths."

"THREE FOUR-" I nearly fainted, my resolve and curiosity the only things keeping me conscious. "Th-th-that's a b-big numb-ber." I decided to only release enough breath to say that, in fear I would lose all of it and pass out.

"It is," Dialga replied, "it was a greater amount than we ever guessed." He gazed at me, annoyance quickly sliding across his face. "Your detour didn't make matters any easier, young Miles." I chuckled sheepishly in response.

"We must truly thank you, for showing us what would've happened if we left those poor humans to die at the hands of the criminals of the world." Celebi smiled again. "But, since we were taking three times as many people as we intended, we needed someplace to put them without over-populating Equus, and thus crowding out the original inhabitants."

Dialga and Palkia looked at each other again, then turned their attention back to me once more. "To fix this problem, we devised a solution that would leave plenty of room for both world's species." Palkia started.

I was not sure if I really wanted to know what that solution was, in fear I really would pass out that time. But I steeled myself, telling my mind that whatever they were going to say couldn't possibly top 3/4ths of my world being moved to some alternate planet where the population was mostly ponies. "And that is?"

"We deposited half of the fraction we took in a mirror dimension of Equus."

Never mind. I was out like a light.

"Miles..." I heard my mother's beautiful voice call, "Miles, come here, please..." She beckoned me closer, my heart yearning to feel her gentle touch, and to relish it for eons. I obeyed my sweet mother's wishes, and came to her bedside.

"Yes, mommy?" I heard an eight-year-old's voice coming from my throat, one full of innocence and wonder.

"I just wanted to see my boy before I left, that's all. Nothing more." She smiled that amazing smile of hers. A smile that could brighten up any day, and wash away all of your worries and fear. It was something that only a mother could do, and it was one of the best parts of her.

A big, goofy grin was plastered on my face. "You're really sweet sometimes, mommy." I looked out the window, some grey clouds encroaching on the pristine blue sky. They threatened to turn a bright and sunny day into a gloomy and wet one. My smile started to fade as I looked outside. "Do you really have to go? Can't you stay just a little longer? For me?"

My mom gave me a faint smile. "I wish I could, muffin, but... sometimes, people have to leave much earlier than they want to. And mommy is one of those people." She held out her hand, offering the soft, warm touch of a healthy and energetic mother. "I have to go soon, muffin. They're waiting for me."

I took her hand, squeezing softly. My eyes were welling up with tears as I felt her grip beginning to slip away from mine. "Don't go..." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, Miles. But you'll see me again soon. Just you wait..." I heard a knock on the bedroom door, and a man was asking for my mother.

She coughed, and the entire room seemed to change. Everything that represented the innocence and warmth of home began to change back to it's true form. The bedroom morphed into a hospital room. It was cold and sterile, and the skies outside the window were overcast, and it was a storm out there.

The door opened, revealing a doctor with a clipboard and a sad face. " Mr. Miles... I forgot you were visiting today." He gazed away, a knowing look on his aged features.

I turned back to my mother. She was no longer the healthy, gorgeous, and warm figure I grew up to adore. She was sickly and frail, completely bald, and she was shivering slightly. Her hand wasn't something out of a magazine anymore. It looked like death came by and smacked her hand. I didn't care, ultimately. In my mind, she would always be beautiful.

Her eyelids were growing heavy, the nearby machine's unsettling beeps growing in speed and pitch. "Miles... muffin... I love you, okay? Never-" She cooughed again. " -never forget that..."

My hands, no longer belonging to a young boy, but a grown teenager, were trembling. "I...love you too, mom." My eyes were shut tight, tears still streaming out of them. My teeth were clenched, and my voice cracked and choked up.

".....never forget....."

The machine hooked up to her stopped giving out multiple beeps, and only a singular, flat sound came out of it.

"Ugh.... man, I...." I sniffled. "I hate that dream...." Sighing, I picked myself up out of bed... only to find out that I wasn't in bed at all. I was still on the beam in the boutique's attic, and when I hopped off, I fell down to the floor. As if to insult me, fate decided that I would land facefirst.

"Ouch." I picked myself up off the floor, and brushed off the dust and broken pride clinging to my body. Looking around, I saw that while I was still in the attic, all of the holes and weakened areas were gone. It was as if this building were brand new. "Okay," I said to myself, "That's weird. I need to see what's going on here."

I slowly crept to the exit, still wary of any dangerous ponies that might be onto my position. The door creaked open, and my head slowly lowered itself down. I analyzed my surroundings, concluding that yes: the closet was very dark. And hopefully safe.

Eventually, I lowered my entire body down from the hole, and shut the trapdoor behind me. I finally got to the closet door, and gulped in anticipation for what might lay right outside.

Inhaling deeply, I opened the door, expecting a bunch of armed horses to be ready to fire.

All I got was some classy girl's bedroom.

I blinked. It was as if this entire building were brand-new. But, that couldn't be the case. Just yesterday, this place was barely standing, and now it was an aristocrat's dreamhouse? The situation didn't make any sense at all to me.

I sighed loudly. I wished that the legendaries would've at least gave me a heads-up if they sent me back in time of something.

I perked up at the thought. I pondered over it, thinking that the theory might actually hold water. But...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HELP!!!"

OH ARCEUS, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

"DIDN'T ANYPONY EVER TEACH YOU NOT TO BREAK INTO A LADY'S BEDROOM?!" I turned around, and my face paled. Or did it? Can Greninjas pale? I don't know, but it FELT like it.

A white mare with a gracious purple mane was screaming her head off at me, having just broken into her private quarters. The situation did look really bad.

"Well, this is where I run now. Bye-bye!" I took off, running out the door and down the stairs, cursing every single legendary for their cruel sense of humor as the white pony chucked beauty products at my head.

Author's Note

I did it! I got it up by the weekend! Sort of!

I would've had the chapter up sooner, guys, but I had family to visit down south, and that ate up my weekend, and sentimental stuff like that. Gotta love the family!

And yes, this chapter is pretty much just exposition up the ass, but... hey, at least our hero has some light shed on the sitch! Plus, the Non-Canon stuff can all happen in it's own singular universe while also not affecting the canonical universe! And it doesn't mess up Zeus's canon because... IT'S NOT CANON! WOO!

Sorry Zeus. Heh heh... I'm gonna leave now.