Ghetsis' pokemon hate him meaning he cant ever use mega evo making him tonight's biggest loser
@sacriflare replied to your post “((Can mutual hate be used to power a megastone I guess all the…”
(( considering how gruesome some of the mega evolution pokedex entries are i wouldn’t be surprised if a hate-fueled mega-evo would just straight up kill people lmao ))
[warnings for death, gore, self-mutilation, suicidal ideation, violence, Pokémon abuse references, torture, inconsistent perspective… .]
It was energizing in a sense. He laughed eagerly at the click of the keystone embedded in his eyeshield’s frame. It woke up every muscle in his body, every tiny molecule that made him up–and Hydreigon must have felt something like that too.
His cackling grew into sort of pleased and reverent whoops and cheers–in that moment, he could feel all the life around him. He could feel his own, Hydreigon’s, the utter fools who had decided to oppose him, the grass, the trees, the Pokémon all around and the humans miles away.
In that moment, he truly felt like a god.
He watched as Hydreigon changed, atrophied legs’s scales and flesh seeming to necrotize and fall away in gory chunks that burned and smoked as if in acid. The bone at first followed, but above where there once were knees it bent–it scraped–he could hear it, could feel it, Hydreigon was screaming–as the bone structure and everything in its way shifted, grew and fell apart and restructured until what had been hind was fore. Again came cracks and the gross sounds of a body growing in a near instant, and the strong legs and claws that Hydreigon had had as a Zweilous returned–but stronger, larger, with more digits and better grip.
Hydreigon sank to the ground on its delicate, reddened underbelly, which only grew and extended to be thick and serpentine. By now it looked like some sort of odd, crossbred Rayquaza, with long, thin wings like Giratina’s, but the colors and additional heads of a Hydreigon.
Ghetsis was proud of himself. His dragon was becoming perfect–perfect like him!
If only it would shut its screeching mouths! He would have hit it if he could–like he always would when it pissed him off, when it did anything he disliked, when he felt like it could use a reminder of its place–then perhaps he wouldn’t have to deal with its awful growling and screaming.
His own was pretty awful, too. It shouldn’t be hurting him–it wasn’t allowed–he would make sure it didn’t forget that later.
The heads were once hands, and before then they were one head–but under this extreme transformation, they developed with cracks and leaks of brain matter until the skull could resize itself to fit. Suddenly they were aware of their own consciousnesses. One had been dead and dormant–one had barely been there at all–and the other had been fully formed, but suddenly had four minds all at once, four series of senses, three in one body, and one behind–three in front–
Everything hurt. Good. They deserved it. He deserved it.
Their bond was built on that. The growing and burning and clawing disdain in Ghetsis’s chest–it was exhausting how much he hated Hydreigon, hated himself.
Or maybe he was just tired. He’d been warned how much this would drain him–but it didn’t feel like being tired. He was excited and he was burning and so, so, so aware of…everything.
Of the sudden way it seemed like things were dying around them and Hydreigon, though in pain, was living, they had more life than they’d ever had before–was it the triple consciousness? Was the life around them going into the growing, mutating dragon?
Was that why he felt like he was being torn out of himself? Why he felt like he was suffering, why he felt like his face was wet–sticky–why he felt something solid against him even though he’d been standing before, even though he hadn’t felt himself dropping.
Good.
He’d always hated him–always hurt him–even when they were small–
But it was horrifying. There were so many senses, new senses, the baby equivalent of a brain being born into a body without skin, a world of pain–
And they could also feel part of themselves dying–painfully–it was terrifying–they didn’t want to die! They didn’t want him to die! He didn’t want to die!
He had no will to live, he hated himself, they hated him, he hated them, there was so little positive in their heads and Ghetsis felt himself being dragged–
He barely got to see the horrific sight of the wildly snarling wyvern hydra(hyvern?) before he could see nothing at all. The clawing feeling of their mutual disdain tore anything that could have been from his throat.
That terror, that pain, that rage–regret self-loathing, sickness, excitement, relief–
There was a sense of pride and joy in there, spiking from either the completion of their transformation–from themself? From Ghetsis’s life in them?–or the loss of their master, but their pain still persisted. Threatened, the Outrage they felt manifested in attack, claws and necks and a hard, thick tail swinging, slamming into their surroundings, teeth snapping onto, destroying, and ending anything in their path.
Eventually, the only thing left in their way was them. And where a Zweilous’s two heads bicker, a Mega Hydreigon’s three heads turned and snapped until their still growing teeth pierced each others’ faces and throats and tore them screeching and crying from their bodies, a gross, thick gurgling leaving their fluid vitality staining the ground they’d ruined, before their body fell into it, still trying to remove the threat of itself.
Nothing could be done even for the last remaining head–separate brains shared one body, and one throat could not supply the oxygen a three headed being needed.
Bled out and suffocated and drained of long life.
Somehow, all four felt satisfied.
