#ultimate weapon

Some funny AU stuff!!! This is my Ultimate Weapon Ash AU. So essentially, Lysanders followers come back to fuck around and decides that once wasnt enough, they want a round two, so they rebuild the ultimate weapon and refire it somewhere in Alola. While protecting his people, Ash gets struck and is now forced to live 3000 years as punishment for his failure to protect his people. He forces himself into exile, leading everyone to believe he's gone. Anyways, 40 years pass and he's pretty sure it's been long enough that people have forgotten about him, so he rejoins society and accidently bumps into his family again. Angst ensues :3

Lysandre plans work, he gets his so called "beautiful world", the cost? His loved one dies right as he succeeds.

OH. OH THIS ONE STINGS.

OH I HAVE AN IDEA, EVERYONE BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES.

(TW: Mass death, mentions of dead bodies.)

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Lysandre’s triumphant laugh echoes off the walls of the ancient chamber. The two young ones, come to attempt to stop his plans, had failed. They lay defeated off to the side, restrained by his henchman and ‘relieved’ of their pokemon.

He had one last hurdle. Get AZ to talk.

Outside, his beloved (Y/N) was doing their part, hosting a massive festival to keep everyone in town distracted. What thumping beneath the earth? They only felt the music and the happy voices on this beautiful night. They believed that what Lysandre was doing would save the world. Make it beautiful again.

All they have to do is keep everyone distracted until it’s time for the light show. They couldn’t be more excited! Today, all of their hard work would come to fruition, they’d be free.

The ground rumbles.

Back inside, Lysandre starts to configure the ultimate weapon. It was an ancient interface, but with Xerosic at his beck and call, it was becoming easier and easier to decipher. AZ continues to shout bleak words from his cage, but Lysandre has grown deaf to the old man’s lyre song. The little finch can sing all it wants, the cat already has his milk.

The machine twitches and whirs, slowly pushing out of the ancient ground it is stowed in as it prepares to ascend to the surface. AZ shouts continued warnings that fall again on deaf ears.

The ground rumbles.

(Y/N) feels the ground shake. Instead of being afraid like they should be, they smile instead. They bark out a sudden laugh and toast an, admittedly bewildered, friend. Perhaps there were some small things they would miss about the world they knew, but it would all be worth it in the end. To spend forever alongside Lysandre was the most they could ever ask for.

The ground rumbles.

The weapon is ready. Lysandre calls for his team to come and witness the fruition of their labors. Only Xerosic and maybe two others seem excited; the rest look terrified of the sheer power radiating off of this weapon. AZ has gone quiet, resigned to a corner of his cage and unwilling to watch. He prays silently for forgiveness for his sins, for the children, for his darling Floette. He tried, he did, he’s sorry-

The ground cracks.

(Y/N)’s head whips toward the center of town as the massive weapon erupts from the ground. Despite their best efforts, everyone sees it, shrieking in panic and confusion over the appearance of the strange object. The few that know the history of the town shout about a deadly secret stored deep underground. The destruction of everything. (Y/N)’s smile fades.

Finally, they hear the warnings blaring in their head from that old man trapped in the cage. He had told them the weapon didn’t discriminate, didn’t follow the will of a user who chose to play god.

The weapon flowers open.

It’s too late.

There’s a flash and a loud bang.

A crackle of energy.

It all goes white.

Lysandre wakes up with a start, head whipping around. The building is barely stable. His crew has fled with the children, released AZ, left him here.

It didn’t matter, he had his beloved to greet in their brand new world. He strides out of the building, only jumping as just moments after he exits the facility, it crumbles to the ground. He breathes a sigh of relief, happy not to be trapped beneath that.

What he’s greeted with outside..is a wasteland.

The town is gone. The buildings in ruin. He sees scraps of clothing floating past him in the wind, and a lone paper advertising the festival in the town center where hundreds now lay dead at his feet.

The festival.

(Y/N) was at the festival.

Lysandre scrambles toward the town square, desperately trying not to trip over the bodies of the deceased as he blindly searches for them. He doesn’t know where to look, they didn’t agree on a place, this wasn’t supposed to happen-

No.

No no no no NO NO-

Lysandre collapses to his knees beside the body of his beloved, still and delicate. Collapsed just beyond a door, a weak attempt to find safety. Safety from the weapon he fired.

He screams, for hours. Until his throat is weak and sore, until he can’t scream anymore and then he sobs.

What had he done?

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You’re welcome. I had an idea and I ran with it. Not even beta reading because this uh..this makes me sad.

8700K diamonds and like $60 for wishes BRO IM GONNA KEEL YOU lmao but I'm so happy to have him. He's so op in battle and I'm excited to have him as a companion. R0 T_T BUT ITS FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE