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Just wanted to deliver a few words before we begin.

Up until this point I've had a set time that's the same no matter what parallel dimension you've stumbled into. Now however thanks multiple event and people manipulating factors: the path as of now splits off into a road of different possibilities and outcomes. I can't possibly make a decision as big as this on my own.

Which means I need help. Your help my loyal readers. Yes that means you dumbass. Yes you the reader of this overdramatized dialogue now hold all the cards to this little shin-dig. You fuck up than you ruin the entire series. Not only you're enjoyment of it; but also kill off yours and others favorite main or support characters if you choose the wrong choice. No pressure!

I have a few need to hear details at the end of this chapter so don't throw in your vote right after you hear the choices just yet.

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The Two-Headed Hell-hound:

Light Ones bull rushing to meet the Dark One that they had caught alone. Elliot shares a look with Runt. Both nod. Runt spits fire. Elliot 'catches' it. Flame shifts and wobbles until what looks like a single 9mm pistol shimmers into shape. Something's odd about the grip of this weapon though...what idiot would cut four holes cut into it's grip? Next snapshot.

Any and all questions about the weapon were laid to rest when Elliot slides his fingers into the grip just in time to be able to barely dodge an opponent's sword and deal a vicious right hook to the attacker's jaw. Combining the bone breaking force of the Elliot's attack and the lethal triangles that slid out of their slots in between each of the fingers knuckles about the length of an index fingernail: Well... lets just say that the then then attacker's jaw was reduced to nothing. Probably a good idea to leave out the gory details that all that was kept it on the man's face was the other joint and the fact that Elliot hadn't pulled away yet. Wait...Oops... Next snapshot.

A shadow of what appeared to be a women-like figure stood at the feet of Elliot',Darkrai', and Runt the Houndoom's feet. Judging from the expressions of hatred on both the boy's and the two mon's faces: the women was an extremely difficult adversary that inflicted them a lot of pain and strife but was still in the process of dying or just injured too badly to fight. "Blow her away" Darkrai hisses venomously while closing the portal behind himself; leaving the boys to take out the trash. Elliot hocks a loogie and pistol whips the woman in the face before leveling the barrel -now glowing with an intense dark purple light and heat-at the shadow's forehead.

The boy seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in slipping his finger past the trigger guard with agonizing slowly-ness...

Finally Elliot pulls the trigger.

The crater that was left could have fit a small park and at least three floors of building. However Runt happily climbs out of this hole unscathed with an unconscious Elliot on his back. Next snapshot.

Elliot to stand alone to fight off a swarm of Light Ones as they were bull-rushing towards the small group trying to get the escape helicopter running. Steve appears to be leading the charge while Trevor was busy blocking all of Elliot's previous lethal and destructive explosive rounds. Didn't matter though. Elliot was just ordered to buy time.

With each shot the boy backed up a step while muttering "Reload" every time his primary weapon disappeared; Runt would then spit fire into his master's palm to bring back the furiously beeping gun that seemed to grow louder and louder with each summoning.With each step the shots strength and blowback kept getting weaker and weaker. Dark purple balls of light with the potency of .50 caliber sniper rounds were gradually being reduced to the power of BB gun shots as their accuracy was getting worse and worse. Next snapshot.

"Ugh Algebra is fucking impossible!" shouted an extremely frustrated Elliot. Jasper gave the boy an odd look but still continued with his cooking while replying back pityingly "The first time was the easiest A you ever received. Maybe some of that wit is still buried in there somewhere." Elliot continues to complain as if the boy didn't hear the butler " Just keep trying you meathead." Jasper says with a tired sigh. Next snapshot

A montage of different scenarios of pain was being played now as both Elliot and Runt were attacking various of individuals with everything they had only for all their efforts to be swatted away life buzzing flies. Runt was quick to pass out but Elliot seemed to be kept going by sheer force of will. A will that was becoming more and more visible with each knockdown thanks to a very familiar aura enveloping his body.

In each scenario the last hit wouldn't send the boy flying even though it hit it's mark plain as day. Depending on what mood the boy was in: retribution was either an a sidearm pin or a brass knuckle coated in a ball of unholy fire being cocked backward and inevitably fired.

If Elliot's attack landed than the results were devastating: video game jet planes storming a a innocent defenseless city constantly respawning lost pieces of itself with unlimited bombs took less damage. However if Elliot missed than the explosive double-edged blade backlash in the form of a dark blue inferno that would always spring to life no matter the scenario would just have more of a kick to it. Usually though something: either friend, foe, or poor defenseless object would block the attack's destructive path with something in an effort to divert its destructive path from them or to stop the energy all together. Which would consequently make the backlash a little less potent. Next snapshot

"You're too slow!" Shouted Steve, voice nasally as if mimicking a cartoon character as a pair of nunchucks came crashing down on Elliot's head and render him unconscious. End this paper's movie reel.

The Mini Me Protege:

"Runt." Elliot's voice carried a sharp edge and a lot of menace in it; whether it was directed at the Houndoom or the Light Ones rapidly making tracks towards the pair was unclear. Course the boy could have easily just been grumpy about being sleep deprived.

The Houndoom looked to be in the same boat. Didn't even look behind himself long enough to aim the quick spittle of sinister bluish-white flame that shot out of his mouth and over his shoulder. Much too busy bull-rushing the pathetic small fry that wasn't worthy of being called a snack. Would be done with them before Elliott's four-fingered dark matter claws even finished forming. End of snapshot.

Elliot cowering alone in a sleeping bag; only company being the doll that is clutched so tightly into his chest it's invisible from the folds of Elliots arms. Many dark but shapeless forms surround him in the light of the campfire. Elliot is staring at four figures in particular with a look of recognition, lounging and pure unadulterated terror. As if sensing the look the figures start to moving closer to the boy. Elliot starts screaming as if nails were being driven into his chest. The figures approach isn't even slowed. Next snapshot.

Elliot is seen blasting approaching adversaries with a mimicry of Darkrai's Shadow balls with his right arm; not seeming to see the mass that was covertly sneaking around behind him. A shrill bird-like whistle is heard. Hearing the apparent warning cry: Elliot releases the energy he had preparing the entire time in his left hand almost a second too late. Immediately black fiery death rises like a large tsunami to consume the airborne attacking adversaries. Nothing is left when the flame dissipates.

Elliot passes out moments later; any observer would be able to tell it was from a combination of using an attack when reserves are too low and sleep deprivation. Next snapshot

Elliot is seen commanding legions worth of astral projections that seem to do the lad's every bidding. Each projection is way too blurry and indistinguishable to make out however. The destruction the astral beings seem to reap is pretty dang frightening even to the boy's allies seems like. Every so often though Darkrai -whom is seems to be assisting boy in many of his fight - looks at the boy's desperate body scratching with a glance that betrays mountains worth of worry. End of this paper's movie reel.

Righteous Paladin:

Montage of standard cookie-cutter paladin smiting evil with holy wrath and massive broadsword in hands. Slays evil with the help of the female Aerodactyl mount. Darkness and yummy food stuffs beware! End of this paper's movie reel

Escaped Lab Experiment Accident:

This path appears to be the hybrid of all available choices. Physical and magical attributes are a 50/50 balance. Primary weapon appears to be a set of spiked brass knuckles. Magical ability appears to be the creation of corrosive acid grenades. Activation unknown. Further abilities are unknown. Personality and relationships unknown. End of this paper's movie reel

The Tasmanian devil:

If Darkrai had a jock as a smaller younger brother: this form would be him. Claws seem double the size and sharpness. The boy demonstrates knowledge of various form of martial arts. Kicks and punches seem to have an explosive kick to them; no other magical ability demonstrated. Activation unknown. Personality and relationships unknown. Other abilities unknown. End of this paper's movie reel.

Rabid Rat:

Zillian is seen slashing each of Elliot's palms with sharp claws. Instead of blood a purple liquid oozes out of the wound; this lite purple liquid is a lot like Steve's Origami in nature but only in the way it molds itself into twin stiletto daggers. Unlike normal stilettos however the blade is as wide as a butcher's knife and has sharp jagged teeth. The most likely purpose is maybe so it can slash as well as it can stab. Boy and rat are sharing the same maniacal gleam in their eyes and smirks as a group of enemies begins to engage them. Next snapshot.

The pair cut through masses of enemies like two drills. The more blood they shed the more faster and deeper their lethal weapons cut. The answer of why comes when Elliot gives himself a wicked cut across his arm; immediately the droplets of blood shape-shifts into a storm of knives that quickly make themselves at home inside the bodies of enemies .Apparently Elliot's magical gift is blood magic.A gift and a curse considering that the limit of the boy's reserves is blindingly obvious. Next snapshot.

Zillian places a paw on Elliot's side during a fight: immediately both boy's bodies fall into their individual shadow's like liquid. Next snapshot.

A simple fast-paced montage detailing the standard rogue to assassin kit transition. End of this sheet's slideshow.

The Misfit Sky Pirate:

Zsssshwhooom. A indistinct human blur dodges each obstacle the surrounding forest throws at the human as if the visor on his face helmet came equipped with sonar. The odd noise being heard by the passing wildlife heard was the thrusters of the unknown's figure rocket boots; whose flight path was being adjusted by the streams of magically created air coming forth from finger-less gloves as if his hands were thruster pivots. Next snapshot.

Vector is seen snapping his precious treasure in half with an uncaring sort of ease then tosses one half to Elliot who catches it wordlessly. Immediately the bird's half of the leed stalk grows back to it's previous size instantaneously. Meanwhile Elliot bites down on his half, chews, and immediately upon swallowing the morsel a lite purple beam of solidified light erupts from the leed stalk hilt. The blade's length stops at machete. Next snapshot.

A group vaguely human shaped shadows appear to be camping in a grassland. All humans and their Pokemon partners in the campsite all simultaneously turn their gaze towards a sudden Zsssssshwhoom-ing noise just in time to see the figure land with gentle ease on grass carpeted ground. The figure's identity was obvious to a knowing observer considering it was Elliot; fact only gleamed by the recognizable face considering the rest of Elliot's features including his outfit were veiled in the same shadow that veiled the members of the campsite. Next snapshot.

Elliot and Vector the Farfetch'd are now seen hacking and slashing their way through the mass of shadow figures. Since both were in pincher formation: it would seem to the viewer was as if they were fighting to reach each other. A fact that was highly unlikely considering they put themselves in that position during the start of this fight.

Both were an odd team. Reason being their stances and combat styles were totally different.

Elliot was holding his machete blade in an odd backhand sort of way; despite this having no immediately apparent benefit for the wielder other than make him look kinda cool. However judging from the way the boy was using his wrist to twirl the blade in mirror-tation of someone playing with a switchblade to in order adjust the direction where the blade was pointing at the drop of the dime: it was obvious that Elliot was trading power and defence for unpredictability, speed, the freedom to perform acrobatic feats whose purpose not only seemed to be to dodge incoming attacks but to also knock his opponents off balance AND give the boy a 360 degree view of those surrounding him. Made the boy seem he was just dancing around the battlefield even though the devastation he was creating made his style into that of a flailing wounded wild animal. Or a brute trying to show off. Whatever comes to mind first. Next snapshot.

The Farfetch'd seemed to be on pick up Elliott's slack considering his stance was on the opposite end of the spectrum. The bird's style was the direct mimicry of a pirate in the way he wielded his pseudo-stick blade to only react in opposition of a single opponent movements after a feint that was quickly followed by counter. The bird did however resort to flailing when multiple opponents attacked at once while simultaneously taking to the air in order to create the distance needed to do his react-and-counter shtick. Next snapshot

Both boys however used powers over wind aliment and power of flight to in various offensive and defensive ways. Next snapshot.

This appears to be nothing but a montage of both Elliot and the bird being taken down with nothing more than one or a few multiple punches or magical attacks. Darkrai appears to enjoy this montage immensely. Next snapshot.

Multiple scenes where Elliot and the bird swoop in to assist those of any karmic leanings that are in tough spots. Only to turn around to try to rob them blind or fight them 1v1 by themselves. Next snapshot.

The pair is sitting perched on a abnormally large tree. Apparently watching a beautiful sunset and chewing large wads of pink bubblegum while the Farfetch'd leans his body against the pillow Elliot's side creates . When Elliot blows the largest bubble thus far and coats his entire face and hair with the substance: they both fall into a fit of belly deep laughter while the bird helps him tries to remove it. The pair's thrashing makes them fall out of the tree, laughter not faltering in the slightest. Next snapshot.

Time jump occurs, This time Elliot and the bird appear to be ten years older than their current selves. Both boys are standing back to back as another massive group of shadows surround the both of them "You ready?" The bird nods, Immediately the pair take to the air still standing back to back (a fact considering they look like ants to the people at ground level) ;meanwhile a purple aura surrounds the pair of them. Both man and bird now have an expression of intense focus that nearly masks the grimace of pain. Both males slowly open their eyes to simultaneously reveal that their eyes have been replaced with lite purple flashlights. During this precise moment the bird swiveled so that facing the same direction that Elliot was facing while both dropped into the standard sprinter's racing position.

After a suspenseful pause Elliot then begins to whisper words under his breath "Ready...set...Go!" And their off! Apparently both were racing to cross an unknown finish line: meanwhile their speed and wind magic was creating a tornado that inevitably sucks up anything and underneath the pair into the air like a person sucking liquid through a straw. When a certain unknown speed limit is reached the pair disappears into thin air while the twister continues. The force of the wind inside the twister is powerful enough to render making the screams of the victims trapped inside a non-existent possibility.

The twister eventually abates enough to let the blood rain levitating up in the air to fall to the Earth along with the duo. Whom only had enough strength to slow down their crash landing enough to not die from the impact. Both appear to have fallen unconscious. A trickle of blood dibbles down Elliot's nose. End of entire movie. Cue credits

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"Now does anyone want to say something that will finally break this stalemate?"

It seems an eerie gust of wind whistling through the trees was all the answer Darkrai was going to get to this suggestion.

"Ugh our egos are way too self serving. There's no way one of us will actually swallow our pride down long enough to back down from their favorite and go with someone else's desire. It's a wonder how the villains on TV get anything done" spat Elliot in a display of obvious frustration.

"Which is why we have our tie breaker" The poor fifth party member ended up mistaking the victorious glint and vulpine smirk as a display of evil hunger and malicious intent. A common mistake considering that there was a zero percent difference between them. The end result of that look made the Farfetch'd gulp audibly and began soaking the tight ropes pinning him to the tree with a golden fluid. "Choose" Darkrai ordered authoritatively, both voice inflection and facial features wrinkling up in disgust over the putrid of aroma of urine.

"Choose. Choose. Choose." both boys were smiling and laughing giddily now like the children they were when both Darkrai's and Jasper's voices blended with theirs; thus becoming successful in their attempt of evolving the innocent word into a highly unnerving chant.

Vector took in a gulp of air big enough to shout a remark over the crescendo-ing voices "This isn't how you treat a friendly buccaneer offerin' ta splice the mainbrace!-" This next part was mumbled under the bird's breath "-guess that's what me gets for trying to be polite to a bunch of Hornswogglers" Vector didn't know why he bothered being covert about his mutterings considering he was quite sure the land'lubbers couldn't understand a lick of pirate lingo without a bloody dictionary.

"Choose. Choose. Choose."

Then again the boy seemed to be able to decipher the general meaning behind Vector vocabulary even though he didn't appear to understand the words themselves. So Vector decided that it was best to keep all anger induced biting insults to himself for now.

The Farfetch'd didn't have to worry about any of that however thanks to the fact that any and all words other than a direct answer would have been blatantly ignored by the still chanting tiny crowd as if they hadn't been spoken at all.

"Choose. Choose. Choose"

Poor Vector was sweating profusely as he tried his damndest not to crack and blubber from the pressure like a baby duckling: all of which not a part of his code at all...a rule that was already broken considering the slight leak Vector had sprung had stayed with him up in the tree and not through the ropes like he'd been shooting for before that damned terrifying glance. As If that embarrassment didn't cut deep enough through his pride: the piss was mixing with his fear sweat to create an gastly aroma sure as heck nearly mutilated him.

A stench that only Darkrai and Vector seemed be the only ones to notice or care about.

"Choose. Choose. Choose"

Any observer of this weird event would immediately notice at glance that Darkrai's patience was wearing thin. If this was an anime steam would be out of the guy's ears...if spectre even has any that is. Considering Darkrai's track record it was easy to guess what action he was seconds away from taking if the bird didn't choose right this very moment.

Think!? What would all the other legendary pirates do at a situation like this? It was a few moments after this thought that an idea similar to an epiphany hit the duck like a bullet from a hunter's rifle.

The group was interrupted mid-chant when the bird surprised them all by chomping through his binds as if were made entirely out of candy. In reality the material was just that cheap.

*cough All Elliot's fault cough*

The Farfetch'd took advantage of the moment of initiative gained from his opponents temporary pause from pure surprise to launch himself from the tree with all the might his webbed feet had to kick off with. "Do not-!" The bird's shout was briefly interrupted by the explosions Darkrai's lightning fast-moving mini Shadow Balls and Runt's Embers made as they collided together when they missed the Farfetch'd using an Aerial Ace to it's fullest potential.

"-treat this capt'n-" These words were shouted loud enough to overcome the explosions whose effect was the direct opposite as the moves users goal: blast the brown,white,and yellow blur straight through the sound barrier and towards the duck's target:

The paper it'd had been aiming for all along.

Apparently this wasn't a desperate last ditch suicidal attack like it had appeared at first glance.

The Farfetch'd was smart enough to skyrocket upwards once his target was captured and continue moving at the speed he had been traveling until the explosions still going on around him suddenly stopped. Leaving the bird to finish his sentence unhindered: "-like sum braindead swabbie!" shouted Vector in a tone that literally screamed triumph as the bird panted with exhaustion; watching the paper -that had somehow survived the entire affair while clutched in his beak- flutter with almost painfully slowness towards the ground.

Now all Vector had to do was hover up here out of reach of all but one and observe what happened next while waiting to receive his praise. Quite possibly a reward.

Jasper was the one that caught the paper. Kinda hard not to catch something when it literally falls into your face. The rest of the group was too busy staring at the Farfetch'd with thunderstuck awe. To say that they were all impressed and bewildered with the bird's actions would be the understatement of the century.

Excluding Runt. The Houndour was currently growling lowly as his gaze rapidly switched between the bird and Elliot: more specifically the look of child-like wonder on the boy's face. A mind reader wasn't needed to see the fantasy playing the pup's head. Which was of course tearing the flamboyant bird throat out. A fantasy born entirely out of laughable pure unadulterated jealousy of course; but that still didn't minimize the fact that the fantasy could quickly and easily be turned into a reality if given the chance.

Jasper was the only one that saw these expressions. But had just shrugged them off, cleared his throat to snatch his audience's attention away from the airborne daredevil, and read the title of the path on this paper aloud:

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This are your hints for this exercise so pay attention and take notes like good little boys and girls.

I have put all these paths into the following categories:

The first is the Elite Four because these are the ones that the foursome are stuck on AND because the amount of influence of each is great enough that Elliot will become rather powerful. Not nuke vs. stick levels since Elliot will get his ass kicked plenty just like normal. Just powerful enough to match Trevor's visible potential strength evenly.

Which by way I've placed alot of gates in place to ruin that little teaser so don't worry about a thing. The big one is that both will be starting at the equivalent of Level One...Pokemon are a separate entities altogether

The next category are the Challengers because these guy's are unknown variables. I have no idea what these guys will be capable of or eventually end up doing besides what is on this page. A word of warning: some of these guys are a bit more tricky to spot than they appear to be at first glance.

The last two choices are Jokers. If the hive mind trips these traps than I decide what path to go at random. And no the #4: The Escaped Lab Experiment isn't the result because that's too easy and the mystery of what happens next would be gone. Besides I have much more delicious plans for that trap. *laughs maniacally* If I'm not satisfied with the number of votes (A certain path has 2 votes and the others have just 1; the two vote one wins the whole sha-bang. That kind of bullshit.) than I'll activate my trap card before crying myself to sleep that night/day. Yes I've worked that hard on this.

Choose wisely...

YOU HAVE SIX WEEKS BEFORE THE VOTING BOOTH CLOSES!