Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 5
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 5 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Oral Sex Public Sex
The flight to Sinnoh touched down in Eterna City beneath a sky bruised with winter clouds. The engines still hummed in Ace’s bones long after he stepped onto the tarmac, but it wasn’t the journey that weighed on him. His mind kept circling the same thought, like a wound he couldn’t stop prodding: the Pokémon that stalked him. Yellow fur, black stripes, the growl, and the blow that left him helpless.
He should have felt relief leaving Galar’s frozen tundra behind, but instead, guilt gnawed at him. He’d walked away without finishing it. Without facing it.
Still, Regigigas loomed larger. Every hour wasted was another chance for Team Plasma, or someone worse, to move first.
The three champions rented a large room with three bedrooms in a hotel tucked along Eterna City’s narrow streets. Lanterns glowed warmly in the windows, the air inside thick with the smell of pinewood and roasted chestnuts. It was a sharp contrast to the Crown Tundra’s howling emptiness.
Phoebe, however, couldn’t enjoy it. She lingered by the fire in the common room, her hands stretched to the flames though she was already sweating beneath her scarf. Her memories dragged her back to Regice, the biting cold, ice burrowing into her lungs, and her breath frosting in front of her face. The thought of trekking through snow again made her stomach knot.
“I don’t care how strong it is,” she muttered under her breath. “If I never see another blizzard, it’ll be too soon.”
Phillip dropped into the chair opposite her, balancing a cup of steaming tea in one hand, his smile as irreverent as ever.
“Don’t worry, Phoebs. I’ll buy you a thicker coat this time. Maybe even mittens.”
She shot him a glare, but her silence said enough.
Upstairs, Ace sat by his window, staring out at Eterna Forest where the treeline loomed like black teeth against the horizon. His hand hovered over Shocker’s Poké Ball on the nightstand. Every flicker of light from the streetlamps below made him tense, searching for sparks in the dark.
He told himself to focus on Regigigas, on Snowpoint, on the legends, but no matter how hard he tried, the truth pressed down on him like ice.
He wasn’t done with that Pokémon, and it sure as hell wasn’t done with him.
The road north from Eterna was a long one, threading through valleys that grew colder with every step. The lantern glow of the city faded quickly behind them, swallowed by the rising walls of pine and granite. The crunch of snow beneath their boots was steady, almost rhythmic, but to Ace, it sounded broken. Each step was split by a noise just at the edge of hearing.
A growl that was low and feral. He stopped in his tracks, scanning the tree line. Nothing moved.
“You hear that?” he asked sharply, one hand drifting toward his belt.
Phillip snorted without slowing. “What, snow creaking? Relax. You’re wound tighter than a damn Ariados web.”
Phoebe tugged her scarf higher, her breath curling into the cold. “He’s just jumpy. We left it behind in Galar, Ace. It can’t follow us across an ocean.”
Ace didn’t move though. His eyes raked the shadows between the pines. His skin prickled with the same electric pressure he’d felt in the Tundra. He wanted to argue, but the words stuck. Finally, he shoved his hands back into his coat pockets and trudged on. The snow seemed louder than ever.
By the time they reached Route 216, the weather turned brutal. The mountain pass funneled the wind into a shrieking gale, snowflakes lashing sideways like knives. Within minutes, the world narrowed to white. The path blurred. Even the nearest trees were ghosts in the storm.
“Blizzard’s coming down hard,” Phillip muttered, squinting against the wind. “Stay tight.”
Ace pulled his coat tighter, but it wasn’t the cold that gnawed at him, it was the memory of that growl, drowned now beneath the storm. He glanced at Phoebe, who trudged beside him, her scarf plastered to her mouth and nose. Her steps slowed, her breath came sharp and fast, too fast.
“Phoebs?” Ace called, his voice nearly swallowed by the storm.
Her head shook violently, eyes wide. She stumbled, hands trembling as they clutched at her scarf. The snow pressed against her like a living thing, the wind shoving white walls into her face. Her chest hitched, too shallow, too rapid. She could taste the ice in her throat again. Her scarf suddenly felt like it was strangling her. She hands scrambled and fumbled trying to take it off.
“No ... no, not again—”
Phillip was already at her side, gripping her shoulders. “Hey! Look at me, Phoebe. It’s just snow. You’re here, with us. You’re not in that cave anymore!”
Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear him. She saw walls of white, remembered the suffocating weight when the Island Cave swallowed her alive. The frost in her lungs, the two minutes of stillness that had nearly killed her.
Her knees buckled. Ace shoved through the storm, crouching low in front of her. Shocker leapt from his shoulder, squeaking frantically, sparks crackling against the dark.
“Phoebs! Focus on me,” Ace said, his voice cutting through the howl. His gloved hand caught hers, squeezing hard. “You’re not there. You’re here. You made it out. You beat it.”
Phillip’s grip tightened around her shoulders. “Breathe with us. One, two. One, two.”
For a long, agonizing moment, the storm was nothing but her ragged breaths and the roar in her ears. Then, slowly, shakily, her chest began to match their rhythm. The panic in her eyes softened just enough.
Ace nodded, his voice steady. “That’s it. Stay with us. You’re tougher than this storm.”
Phoebe’s body trembled, but her breaths deepened. She clutched their hands like lifelines, blinking against tears that froze at the corners of her lashes.
When her voice finally broke through, it was barely a whisper. “I thought ... I thought I was back there...”
“You’re not,” Phillip said firmly, leaning close so she couldn’t look away. “You’re here, with us, and we’re not letting you go under again.”
The three of them huddled tight as the storm raged. Ace glanced past them into the blur of snow, and for just a heartbeat, he swore he saw it.
A flash of yellow. Black stripes, and a pair of eyes gleaming before the blizzard swallowed them whole. That was impossible though ... they were all the way in Sinnoh ... His stomach turned to ice, but he said nothing. Not yet.
“Blaze, I need you!” Ace called tossing a Poké Ball.
Phillip’s Charizard appeared in a flash of light, letting out a roar as he floated just about the snow flapping its large draconic wings.
“Flamethrower! Melt the snow and clear a path for us, but don’t incinerate anyone!”
Blaze nodded and then opened its mouth wide, expelling flames in their surrounding area, melting the snow and revealing the path forward. The three trainers continued forward, with Ace and Phillip staying close to Phoebe. Blaze stayed out in front, clearing a path for them.
Ace periodically looked behind them to see if they were being followed, but he saw nothing.
By the time the three champions trudged through the gates of Snowpoint City, it was well after midnight. The blizzard had finally loosened its grip, but their clothes were crusted with frost, their boots soaked through. The lamplight spilling across the snowy streets was a welcome sight.
The hotel clerk rubbed sleep from her eyes as they entered, and her answer made Phoebe groan outright.
“Only one room left.”
No one argued. They were too tired. The room was small but warm, the radiator hissing like a faithful partner against the cold. Phoebe immediately claimed the bed, peeling off her gloves and scarf as she collapsed face-first into the blanket.
Phillip and Ace exchanged a glance, shrugged, and each grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from the closet. Within minutes they were stretched out on opposite sides of the floor, cocooned in makeshift bedding. For once, exhaustion overrode unease.
The morning brought clearer skies and a new mission. Snowpoint Gym loomed against the frosted cityscape, its facade almost glittering in the pale light. Inside, Candice waited for them at the edge of the battlefield, scarfed and smiling, her youthful energy unchanged despite the years.
“Ace Tomlinson,” she said with a grin. “Haven’t seen you since you were some hotshot challenger trying to take my badge.”
Ace chuckled, shaking her hand firmly. “That battle got the Icicle Badge nearly froze me alive. Still one of my toughest fights.”
“You earned it fair and square,” Candice replied warmly, then her smile dimmed a little. “And then, a week later ... Spear Pillar.”
Her expression sobered at the memory. “Distortions tearing across the skies, Sinnoh splitting at the seams. People still whisper about that day. I know you three stopped Team Galactic, stopped Cyrus ... but what really happened up there?”
For a moment, the champions exchanged glances. Ace’s gaze hardened; Phillip’s jaw clenched; Phoebe folded her arms, her expression unreadable.
Candice tilted her head, curiosity plain, but she didn’t press when none of them spoke.
“It’s classified.” Phillip finally replied.
“ ... Whatever it was,” she continued gently, “Sinnoh owes you.”
The three trainers nodded.
After a moment of silence, Ace spoke plainly. “Candice, thank you for meeting with us on short notice, but we didn’t just come here to reminisce. We need access to Snowpoint Temple. All the way to the lowest floor.”
Her brows furrowed. “That’s restricted ground. Even I don’t go down there without approval.”
Phoebe stepped in smoothly. “We’ve discovered something about Regigigas. We need a closer look at the statue. We believe it could help us prevent ... something dangerous.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.
Candice studied their faces, sharp eyes catching the tension none of them could hide. For a moment, the only sound was the faint creak of ice settling outside the gym walls.
Finally, she exhaled, nodding once. “This isn’t something I can decide on my own. The Snowpoint Council oversees the temple, and if I tell them the three of you want access to the bottom floor, their first question will be why, I’ll need something better than ‘research’.”
“We’ve been studying and collecting data on all of the Regi family, and we think we’ve discovered more information as to why they were sealed away in the first place, but we need to study the Regigigas statue to be sure.” Phoebe said without missing a beat.
Ace and Phillip both shot her quick glances with looks of amazement at how quickly she thought of that on her feet.
Candice rubbed her chin. That is pretty fascinating. Regigigas was sealed away because the ancient ones feared its power. If we had more information about what it was truly capable of, it would give us a lot better understanding of the Regi family as a whole.” She straightened up and smiled. “I’ll present your request to them today. With any luck I should know by tonight of their decision.”
Ace inclined his head. “Thanks Candice. That’s all we can ask.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” she warned. “They don’t hand out permission lightly, but if anyone deserves the chance, it’s probably you three.”
Later that night, back at the hotel, the room was warm but tense. A kettle hissed faintly on the desk, steam fogging the frosted glass of the window. Outside, Snowpoint City slept in silence, lanterns flickering against the endless white.
Inside, the three champions sat in a rough circle: Ace on the edge of the bed, Phillip sprawled in the armchair with his arms folded, and Phoebe perched against the desk, her notebook open but ignored. They had been turning the same question over and over for nearly an hour.
“Think about it,” Phillip said at last, his voice low, serious. “This isn’t just another Titan like Regirock or Regidrago. This is Regigigas. The thing that supposedly dragged continents into place. You really think we can topple that with just our standard teams?”
The words hung like smoke.
Ace shifted, his jaw tightening. “We don’t have our full rosters anyway. To wake it, we have to bring the other Regis with us. That means Phoebe’s down to five regulars, and me and you, Phillip, are both down to four. Already puts us at a disadvantage.”
Phoebe scribbled something in her notebook, then snapped it shut. “So, what are you saying? That we break our oath?”
Phillip leaned forward. “I’m saying ... maybe we should at least consider it. Using them.”
Silence fell like a weight. They all knew what “them” meant.
Years ago, after one too many disasters narrowly averted, they had agreed to never use their captured legendaries unless the world itself was at stake. They were too dangerous and unpredictable. Some of those Pokémon weren’t just rare, they were forces of nature. Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina were creatures whose very presence warped reality.
Ace broke the silence first. His voice was quiet but edged like steel. “If I summon Giratina, I open a rift to the Distortion World. That’s not just dangerous, it’s potentially catastrophic. Snowpoint City could collapse before we even see Regigigas. Same with Dialga and Palkia. Time and space aren’t toys.”
Phoebe nodded slowly. “Agreed. Those three are off the table. Period. Also, Ace, I think we should include Rayquaza and that Deoxys thing in that category too.”
“I agree.” Ace said, nodding.
Phillip drummed his fingers on the armrest, frowning. “What about the birds and the Johto beasts? They don’t bend reality. They hit hard, and they seem to listen on some level. They could turn the tide without cracking the planet in half.”
Phoebe’s brow furrowed. “Or they could level the temple, bring the whole damn city down on our heads.”
“Normally, I would agree that it’s risky,” Phillip replied, “But if they all see a common threat in Regigigas, and they focus all their wrath on it, that could tip the scales for us.”
Ace looked between them, his gaze sharp. “The question is: do we even have a choice? If Regigigas wakes up at full power ... I don’t know if even the three of us combined can bring it down with just our normal teams.”
“What about using the other five Regis?” Phillip asked. “I know we just caught them but maybe they’ll see the threat of Regigigas and at the very least defend themselves against him even if they don’t listen to us.”
Phillip, let’s think about this.” Phoebe said, putting her hands on her desk. “Regigigas is their creator, their master, their parent even. If we call them into battle, you don’t think there’s a possibility that they see us trying to capture Regigigas and turn on us instead to protect it?
Phillip rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t think about that.”
The silence stretched again. For once, none of them had an easy answer.
Then Ace’s PokéNav buzzed, its glow cutting through the gloom. He answered immediately.
“Hey, Candice.”
Candice’s voice came clear through the speaker. “Hey, Ace. I thought you’d like to know ... it was close, but the council voted in your favor. You’ll have access to Snowpoint Temple, lowest floor included, but when you’re done, you’re reporting everything you find back to us. No exceptions.”
Ace exhaled slowly. “Understood. Thank you, Candice.”
“My pleasure. I hope your time in there proves fruitful. Have a good night.”
The line clicked dead.
Phillip leaned back in the chair, expression grim. “Well. Guess the easy part’s over.”
Phoebe crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Now we just need to figure out how to battle a god without destroying the city that gave us permission to go see it.”
“But not exactly permission
Ace looked down at Shocker’s Poké Ball in his hand, then back at his friends. “And figure out how the hell we explain to the Snowpoint Council that we didn’t just awaken Regigigas ... we captured it.”
No one said anything. The storm outside rattled faintly at the windows, and for the first time since arriving in Sinnoh, the weight of what lay ahead pressed down on them harder than the cold.
At last, the trio stood before the towering facade of Snowpoint Temple. The air here was still, as if even the wind refused to intrude. Snowflakes drifted lazily down, settling onto the frostbitten stone. The sheer size of the temple loomed above them, oppressive, ancient, and unyielding. An eerie weight pressed on their chests as though the building itself was watching.
Phillip adjusted his scarf, exhaling a cloud into the bitter night. “Ready?”
Phoebe’s voice was steady, but quiet. “No, but let’s do this.”
Ace stared at the massive doors, his breath tight in his lungs. “I doubt any amount of training could prepare us for what’s waiting down there but turning back isn’t an option anymore.”
Phillip smirked faintly, trying to cut the tension. “Then let’s quit yapping and get it over with.”
Inside, the first floor was almost dissonant with the weight of the temple’s reputation. Trainers and tourists wandered beneath the vaulted ceiling, admiring the columns and runes, their voices echoing cheerfully against the stone. Some pointed, whispering, recognizing the three champions as they passed, but the warmth of attention only sharpened the chill in Ace’s chest. They weren’t here as celebrities. They were here for something far worse.
The trio descended the stairs, leaving the voices behind. Only licensed trainers were allowed past the first floor, but wild Pokémon lingered in the dim corridors. Zubat and Golbat fluttered overhead, their screeches bouncing in the icy air, but none drew near. The sharp tang of Repel clung to their coats, courtesy of Phillip, and the Pokémon veered away instinctively.
The deeper they went, the fewer people they saw. The air thickened, colder, heavier, as if the temple were swallowing them. They slid across treacherous icy floors, Phoebe muttering curses every time her boots lost grip. At one crossing, Ace’s legs shot out from under him, landing him squarely on his back with a grunt.
The laughter from Phoebe and Phillip echoed sharply through the chamber, a flash of levity that broke the suffocating mood for just a moment. Ace groaned, rubbing his lower back.
“Glad y’all are so amused.”
By the time they reached the lowest staircase, silence had reclaimed the corridors. No trainers. No tourists. No signs of life at all. Just the frozen breath of the temple itself.
At the doorway stood Candice. Her usual cheerful energy was dimmed, her face framed by the flickering torchlight. In her hand, she held a massive golden key.
“Why the long faces, you three?” she asked lightly, but her eyes lingered, studying them as though she could see the weight pressing on their shoulders.
Ace cleared his throat. “Didn’t get much sleep.”
“I can see that.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She turned the key over in her hand, its surface worn smooth from generations of use. “No one’s been allowed beyond this point in years. We don’t know what’s down there anymore, hazards, dangerous wild Pokémon, worse. So stay alert, and if you value your lives, touch as little as possible.”
Ace nodded, his voice steady. “We understand, and we’ll be careful. Promise.”
For a long moment, she didn’t move. Then she turned, pressing the key into the massive lock. The tumblers groaned, the sound reverberating through the hall like a sigh from the stone itself. With a final clack, the door gave way.
Cold, ancient air spilled out, carrying the smell of moss and something older like dust and stone that had not seen light for centuries. From deep below, something echoed faintly. It wasn’t wind or water. It sounded like something heavier, almost like it was waiting.
Phillip rubbed Phoebe’s back to comfort her, and she gave him a small smile.
“I’m okay but thank you.” she said softly.
Candice stepped back, her voice quieter now. “Make sure you call me when you’re done and meet me and the city Council at Snowpoint City Hall. I trust you three can handle yourselves, but if we haven’t heard from you by tomorrow morning, we’ll assume something happened to you and send a search party.”
Phoebe shivered despite herself. Phillip’s jaw tightened. Ace glanced once at the stairs behind them, where faint light still glowed from the upper floors. Then he looked forward, into the yawning dark.
“That shouldn’t be necessary,” Phillip replied, “But we appreciate you looking out for us nonetheless.”
Candice’s gaze softened, though her unease was plain. “I’ve trained Ice-types all my life, and even I don’t like the feel of that air. Be careful and good luck, you three. I hope your findings are worth the risk.”
Phoebe pulled her coat tighter, her voice dry. “Guess we’re about to find out.”
Together, the three stepped past the threshold. The golden door sealed shut behind them, leaving only the echo of its lock reverberating through the stone corridors. The air inside was sharper, colder, biting at their lungs with every breath. Their footsteps crunched faintly against the frozen floor, the sound swallowed quickly by the vast, oppressive silence of the temple’s depths.
The corridor opened into a wide chamber, its floor glazed over with slick ice. Faint blue light glowed from crystals embedded in the walls, refracting across the surface like fractured glass.
Phillip squinted at the sheen, pulling a Poké Ball from his belt. “We could make this easy. Blaze can melt the ice—”
“No.” Phoebe’s voice cut him off sharply. She gestured at the chamber walls. “Melt it, and we might destabilize the whole structure. The ice is probably what’s holding this place together. You want to bring the ceiling down on us?”
Phillip grimaced but tucked the ball back. “Fine. Guess we’re skating.”
It was grueling. Ten minutes of careful steps, sliding forward, clutching at the frozen walls to keep their balance. More than once, Phillip’s boots skidded dangerously, and Ace had to grab his arm to keep him upright. Unfortunately, this caused them both to crash onto the floor. Phoebe laughter filled the area.
“Shut up,” Ace muttered, rubbing his shoulder as he hauled himself upright and helped Phillip up.
“So graceful, you two.” Phoebe said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
Finally, their boots found purchase on stone again at the far end. Relief barely had time to settle before the ground trembled.
CRACK!
From beneath the ice, a massive Steelix erupted, jaws snapping wide with a metallic shriek. At the same moment, a Golem rolled from a dark alcove, boulders grinding against stone, and a Weavile dropped from a ledge above, claws glinting like blades. The three wild Pokémon fanned out, blocking their path, their eyes gleaming with territorial fury.
“They’re guarding something,” Phoebe muttered, already reaching for a Poké Ball.
“Then let’s clear the way,” Ace said.
“Crush, let’s go!” Phoebe hurled her Poké Ball. Blastoise landed with a roar, cannons primed, squaring off against the looming Steelix.
“Saur!” Ace released his Venusaur, its flower flaring as vines lashed the ground, facing the Golem.
“Blaze, Flare Blitz!” Phillip’s Charizard erupted from his ball in a wave of blue fire, barreling straight for the Weavile.
The chamber exploded with battle cries and elemental force. Steelix lashed forward with Iron Tail, only to be caught by Crush’s Protect before countered with a shattering Hydro Cannon.
Golem thundered into Saur with Rollout, but vines snapped around its body, dragging it into the ground before a Petal Blizzard erupted at point-blank knocking it out.
Weavile was fast, darting across the ice with blinding speed. It noticed Phillip and even lunged at him. Phillip covered his face, bracing for it to slash him, but instead he heard a loud SMACK. Blaze was able to intercept Weavile in mid-air by swinging its tail and landing a hit with its Dragon Tail attack. Blaze’s body then ignited, the light from the flames lighting up the whole area, and it guessed correctly where Weavile would move next after recovering from its hit. It used Flare Blitz to slam the dark-ice predator into the wall.
One by one, the guardians fell. Steelix collapsed with a metallic groan, Golem toppled like a landslide, and Weavile slumped unconscious in a spray of frost. The chamber stilled again, save for the heavy breaths of the champions’ Pokémon.
Phoebe returned Crush to its Poké Ball with a soft smile of pride. “Rock, Ice, and Steel...” she murmured.
Ace blinked at her. “What?”
“The three we just fought. Same types as Regirock, Regice, and Registeel.” Her tone was heavy with meaning. “That wasn’t random.”
Silence followed as the three exchanged uneasy looks. Wordlessly, Ace and Phillip followed suit and recalled their partners, the echoes of battle fading into the cavern’s frozen walls. They pressed forward, deeper into the temple. It was silent except for their footsteps echoing off the icy stone walls.
At last, the corridor spilled into a vast chamber. The air was colder here, the ice thicker, the silence absolute. Their boots scraped faintly against the frozen floor as their eyes rose to the center, and there it stood.
An enormous figure, towering over the chamber like a mountain carved by gods. At first glance it seemed a statue, chiseled from stone, its body segmented and massive, arms like titanic pillars reaching down toward the floor. Its face bore seven unlit dots, arrayed like the constellations of some ancient map, but the longer they stared, the more certain they became. This wasn’t a statue. It was something sleeping.
Regigigas.
The three champions stopped at the threshold, breath caught in their throats, the enormity of the moment sinking like ice into their bones. For a long, trembling heartbeat, none of them could move.
Phillip whistled before saying, “Mother of Arceus, there it is.”
“I knew he’d be tall but damn.” Ace said, impressed.
“Well ... shall we go say hello?” Phoebe said.
The three trainers approached the dormant Pokémon cautiously. They scanned the area for more wild Pokémon as they walked but saw nothing moving. The statue loomed larger the closer they got until they stopped about 15 yards in front of it.
It had large bands on its shoulders and wrists, and a sloping section on its chest that appeared to be its head. The sloping section had a seven-dot braille pattern similar to the other Regis. There were also circular gems with three lined vertically on each side of the sloping section. The upper ones were red, the middle ones were a light bluish color, and the bottom ones were gray. It had long arms, with three human-like fingers, and short legs. Its body had stripes, and what appeared to be large bushes of moss growing in its back and feet, probably from being dormant for hundreds or possibly thousands of years.
Then suddenly, they felt their Ultra Balls begin to vibrate violently.
“What the hell is going on?!” Phillip cried out, looking down at his two vibrating Ultra Balls containing Regirock and Regieleki.
“It’s the Regis!” Phoebe exclaimed, as she stared down at her vibrating Ultra Ball containing Regice. “They’re reacting to being near Regigigas!”
Ace stared at the two vibrating Ultra Balls on his belt as well. Registeel and Regidrago were also reacting to being in close proximity to Regigigas.
Then the floor began to shake, making the entire chamber rattle. Large debris of ice and rock began to fall from the ceiling. The three champions had to dodge some of the pieces crashing to the floor. Some of the ice on the floor began to crack. Then just as quickly as it started, it all stopped. There was silence, so much so that their breathing seemed to echo throughout the chamber. Then came a noise that sent a shiver down their skeletons...
“Zut! Zutt!! ZUUUUUUUUUUUTTT!!!!!!!! ÜN ÜN ÜN!!”
Ace, Phoebe, and Phillip all turned towards the statue at the exact same time. The seven-dot braille pattern on the face began to light up blinking. Then the gems on either side of the sloping section began to light up two at a time. First the gray ones, then the blues, then finally the red ones. Dirt, ice, and rust began to fall off the statue. Then in almost horrifying fashion, its “skin” suddenly began to turn white as if resorting to its natural color. The stripes on its body turned black, which also must have been their natural color.
“ZUUUUUUUUUUUTTT!!!!!!!!”
The roar once again shook them to their core. The three trainers stood frozen, too intimidated to move. They were legitimately scared. This was Regigigas, the creator of all the Regis, mover of continents, and capable of untold amounts of destruction if it wanted..., and they had just woken it up.
“Oh Arceus. What have we done?” Phoebe said softly but loud enough for the other two to hear.
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