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(Thanks to @yourlocalautist for writing a good amount of these, and helping me pick some things.)

Leo slowly faded back in as his head throbbed, groaning as he looked around at the group around him. He was in a horse-drawn cart, his legs tied together as he looked around to notice 3 others in the cart. He shook his head slightly, getting the one across from him to react. “Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the dimensional hole, right? Walked right into Dusknoir’s ambush same as us, and that Vulpix over there.” The fairy said to him, gesturing to the other two occupants in the cart. Leo looked over at the annoyed Vulpx, who growled at the fairy.

“Damn you rebels. This place was fine until you came along. Dialga was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Capim town.” She turned to the Shinx. “You there, you and me, we shouldn’t be here. It’s these rebels Dialga wants.”

The Celebi gave a sigh and looked at her. “We’re all brothers and sisters and cuffs now, friend.”

Hold on, wait no this one ain’t it.

Okay…

In the beginning, when Arceus created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from Arceus swept over the face of the waters. Then Arceus said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And Arceus saw that the light was good; and Arceus separated the light from the darkness. Arceus called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

And Arceus said, “Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” so Arceus made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so. Arceus called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day.

And Arceus said, "Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear." And it was so. Arceus called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And Arceus saw that it was good. Then Arceus said, "Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it." And it was so. The earth brought forth vegetation: plants yielding seed of every kind, and trees of every kind bearing fruit with the seed in it. And Arceus saw that it was good. And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.

And Arceus said, "Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate the day from the night; and let them be for signs and for seasons and for-” Wait, that’s DEFINITELY not it, Never mind, hold on.

Got it.

Once upon a time, a legend was whispered among gods.

It was a legend of hope. It was a legend of dreams.

It was a legend of Time. It was a legend of space.

This is the legend of the heroes of time.

For millennia, Time and Space have lived in balance,

Bringing peace to the World.

But if this harmony were to shatter...

a terrible calamity would occur.

The sky will run black with terror

And the land will crack with fear.

Then, Her heart pounding,

The Earth will draw her final breath.

Only then, shining with hope...

Three heroes will appear at World's edge.

A Human, A Thief, And a Monster chosen by fate.

Only they can repair the flow of time,

And banish the Eternal night.

Only then will balance be restored,

And the World saved from destruction.

Today, the great time gears-

The relics that give time form-

Remain safely within the shrines that hold them.

But recently, something has begun to break on the horizon.

And with it, the balance of Time and Space begins to shift…

No, that’s not how this one goes, I’m pretty sure.

Motherfucker, ok.

Violet groggily wakes up near an unfamiliar cliff. It takes her a second to realize she has been bound by her paws.

“You got what you were after, so pay up.” a rough voice yells. One she does not recognize.

“You’re crying in the rain, pally.” That one she does recognize. She looks up to see 3 figures in front of her.

“Guess who’s waking up over here…” another voice says in a malicious tone.

The man in the center drops his smoke and stomps it out. Violet knows him.

“Time to cash out.” Skuntank says, stepping forward.

“Can you get it over with?” Zubat speaks up to his right.

“Maybe some criminals kill people without lookin’ em in the face. But I ain’t a fink, dig?” He quickly silences him.

Violet can’t do anything but stare. Of course she’d end up like this.

Skuntank sighs.

“You’ve made your last delivery, kid.”

He pulls out the chip Violet was supposed to deliver herself.

“Sorry you got twisted up in this scene.”

He puts it away. And pulls a gun out instead.

“From where you’re kneeling, it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck.”

He points it at her.

“Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.”

That’s the last thing she could remember.

No, wait they didn’t have guns, shit.

Okay, how about this.

In the beginning, the world did not know heroes….

That was, until the humans arrived.

Each had their own method. Their own way of saving the world…

Ethan used his charm to talk his way out of trouble.

Violet used her power to bash through opponents.

Anna used her leadership to find a solution through teamwork.

Riley used his intellect to solve the puzzles ahead of him.

With the heroics done, the humans had solidified their powers…

Until one day, a challenger arrived to replace one of the humans…

Nope…. Not at all…

Sonofabitch. Okay.

A massive, pillar-like starship drifts through dark space, shuttled along by a pulsating nuclear engine firing out of the back end of the vessel. Long, rotating antennae spin idly as the craft moves along. A curved, hammer-like head resides at the front, much larger than the rest of the ship. The vessel is on its way towards a looming planet.

Chatter comes over the radio.

“We’re here, Captain. The distress beacon came from this exact coordinate.” A man’s voice comes through.

“This planet… it isn’t on any star maps we know. This area isn’t even on route…” Leo says, clearly nervous as to the impromptu rescue mission.

“Any visuals on the Contact Light?” Violet replies through her radio.

“No, ma’am,… just debris.”

“Any signs of survivors?”

“...No, ma’am, bioscanner is dark.”

Violetis silent.

“Ma’am… the distress beacon. It mentioned… it mentioned a lot. Monsters, and fighting, and…”

An eerie silence comes over the radio. Hesitation is clear in the man’s voice.

“...Ma’am… do you think we’re ready?”

No reply.

“Ma’am?”

Wait, shit. This series isn’t even in space… goddamnit, ok.

How about…

Humanity is dead.

Blood is fuel.

The Distortion World is full.

…No. Just no.

Alright.

This is the story of a Vulpix named Violet. Violet worked for a big guild where she was explorer number 427. Explorer number 427’s job was simple. She went to dungeons and completed jobs. Orders came through on a job board, telling her what dungeons to go to, how far to go in, and what objectives to complete. This is what Explorer 427 did every day, of every month, of every year. And while others might have considered it soul-rending, Violet relished every moment that the jobs came in, as though she had been made exactly for this job, and Violet was happy.

And then, one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Violet. Something she would never quite forget. She had been at the job board for nearly an hour when she realized that not one single job had arrived on the monitor for her to follow. No one had shown up to give her instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all her years at the guild had this happened: this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Violet found herself unable to move for the longest time, but as she came to her wits and regained her senses, she got up from the board, and stepped out of the guild.

No, this one just never ends…

Fuck, alright. This has gotta be it.

Good evening, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. Turn the lights down low and shut your faces as I wrap you in the cozy blanket of a story. A story as heartwarming and soft as a mother's kiss. Or is it? Once upon a time, there was a boat, now, this wasn't just any old boat, children. It was a ship! A ship full of friends, hundreds of friends, best friends, one and all! A veritable friend ship it was… get it? But it wouldn't be very ladylike of me to forget to mention the most noteworthy friend on board, Dusknoir. Say hi to Dusknoir!

Dusknoir was like… king friend of friendship kingdom, best friend to one and all, and the walking definition of a handsome gentleman!

Now, one fine morning, Dusknoir and pals set out on a new, exciting adventure. What fantastic wonders would they discover this time? Perhaps they'd come across a scary ghost ship. Perhaps they'd find an island made entirely of candy! Perhaps they'd meet a band of scary, swash-buckling pirates! And join forces to find an island made entirely of candy! Who knew?

But it didn’t matter… so long as they were together, there were smiles to be had and adventures to be shared. Now, today t'was a day like any other adventure-y day. Spirits were uncrushably high. Everyone was singing and dancing and having a jolly time! When suddenly, the ocean was all like, "Surprise!" and a huge, massive storm brewed out of nowhere!

*Various whooshing noises* Boy, that was quick! *More whooshing*

And there was thunder, BOOM! And the lightning, BOOM! And the wind, *Even more whooshing* And like that, it was over. “Is everyone okay?” Said Dusknoir. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost even one of you!" Dusknoir continued. But the eye of the storm can be very misleading, children. NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON IT! Because the ocean was like "SIKE!" and the storm can back even bigger this time, twice as big! *too much whooshing* As if Poseidon himself extended his hand in friendship, and they spat in his mouth! *way too much whooshing* Boy, he was pis- he was mad! *whooshing even more,* And the rain came down like a shower of bullets, ahhh ahhh! and the floorboards were buckling and creaking, and pieces of their ship came raining down like shards of broken dreams, and then Chatot comes upstairs and he's all like, "I say, gentlemen, I do believe we are in quite a spot of bother!" and everyone was like, "Really?! What tipped you off genius?" and then Dusknoir was all like, "Hey, be nice!" *WHOOOSHSOJDBDB*

I don’t remember there being this much whooshing… No, that’s definitely not it.

Ok, here.

A nervous wreck of a shinx sits at a desk in a quiet, dusty office. A blaring fan obscures most other sounds under its unnaturally loud noise. But without it, the office turns into a goddamn oven, so what can you do?

Leo sighs and tries to relax himself. It doesn’t work.

It probably doesn’t help when the phone on the desk suddenly erupts into noise when it starts ringing. Leo jumps and falls entirely out of his chair with a loud shriek and a heavy thump.

He hastily scrambles back into his chair and misses the answer button on the phone a couple of times before settling his nerves enough to actually hit a single button. The phone clicks as the call comes through.

“Uh, hello?” The squawking voice of Chatot comes through the line. Leo sits back, comforted by the presence of someone familiar.

“Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.”

Well, never mind then. He’s on his own.

“Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I’m finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?”

Leo nervously looks around at the two gaping hallways on either side of him. The darkness seems to press in. He fidgets with the tablet that was laying on the desk, accidentally switching it on in the process.

“Uh, let's see; first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering…”

Chatot keeps yapping through the microphone for a little while. Leo doesn’t really listen. He’s too busy flicking through an overview of the building. His eyes land on one of the cameras in particular. Several robots are displayed on the camera. Two in all on the stage.

“Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No.”

Wait, wasn’t there supposed to be three of them?

A clank can be heard directly to his right.

No, no, that’s just Freddy fazbear. Fuck. Ok, ok.

C’mon, this gotta be it.

“Rise and shine, Violet, rise and… shine.

Not that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on- the job; no one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste, until… well… let’s just say your hour has… come again.

The right hero in the wrong place- can make all the difference… in the world.

So, wake up, Violet. Wake up and… smell the ashes.”

No, the G-man definitely wasn’t in this series, at least not directly… ok.

Ok. Here.

Violet wakes up in an unfamiliar, bright room.

“Hello, and again, welcome to the Aperture Science Computer-Aided Enrichment Center. We hope your brief detention in the relaxation vault has been a pleasant one. Your specimen has been processed, and we are now ready to begin the test proper.”

She looks around, straining her eyes against the white walls.

“Before we start, however, keep in mind that although fun and learning are the primary goals of all Enrichment Center activities, serious injuries may occur. For your own safety and the safety of others, please refrain from *KZZZZT* Por favor bordón de fallar Muchos gracias de fallar gracias. Stand back, the portal will open in 3, 2, 1.”

Unnerved, she notices as a colorful, bright orange-rimmed tear opens in one of the walls.

No, GladOS wasn’t either. Damnit.

Perhaps this one?

Long ago, two races ruled over earth.

Humans and pokemon

One day, war broke out between the two races

After a long battle, the Pokemon were victorious

They sealed the humans away in an air-tight bunker.

Many years later…

DARK FUTURE XXXX

Legends say that those who leave the bunker never return…

Wait, hold on, this isn’t even my own story!

Ok, alright, ok, alright.

Alarms blare as people scramble across metal floors to the escape pod bays.

“ATTENTION, HULL FAILURE IMMINENT. ALL PERSONNEL, ABANDON SHIP.” A robotic voice speaks through the intercom in an unsettlingly calm way.

Violet slides down the ladder to one of the escape pods and clambers into one of the chairs, locking it around herself. There’s no time.

The porthole to the pod locks and the pod is subsequently ejected from the ship above. Violet watches through the clear porthole as the Aurora explodes into a bright ball of fire.

Leo’s… probably fine.

She doesn’t have much time to dwell on that as a metal panel on the life pod wall comes loose inside the cabin, clattering onto the floor, scarily close to her as the pod enters the atmosphere of the planet below.

Don’t… she silently begs.

As if replying, the panel is lifted into the air once again by the velocity of the pod and clatters right back down directly into her face, knocking her unconscious.

Again, nothing to do with space… Fuck.

This?

War.

War never changes.

In the year 1945, my great, great, grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he’d get to go home to his wife, and the son he’d never see.

He got his wish when the US ended World War 2-

Wait, WORLD WAR 2? THIS IS POKEMON! FUCK!

Oh, SHIT! I REMEMBER!

Okay, it was a cold day in Treasure Town, and

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hailsatanacab · 10 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."