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This island is not mine.

A voice echoed in her head, and Laguna is physically shaken. Steam obscured everything, and for what felt like forever, Laguna swore that she had made a mistake. She couldn't see, her pokemon were recalled, there was nothing to protect her from what was coming.

It is yours.

"M-mine?" Before anything can even answer her question, her eyes nearly burn as a bright orb makes itself known. The Red Orb burns with power and heat, primal energy blasting through the entire cavern. She could feel the heat, almost overpowering. All it took was a look around the room to see everyone's pokemon had transformed, blessed with the strength of the earth.

She quickly sent out her pokemon, only see that they had been transformed from within their own Pokeballs. In fact, the balls themselves had glowings lines all across them.

Marina her Popplio, who had been inside her Pokeball the whole time had no idea what was going on, but the power glowed all along her fins, magmatic power fueling her veins.

Such was the same with her other pokemon, her Squirtle's shell lines were glowing with lines of magma, and her Froakie's limbs were imbued with a simular power.

And it was at this moment, where Laguna laughed.

She couldn't hold it in any more, tears spilled down her face even as she laughed. As the ceiling itself splits open and light blesses them with its presence once more, she continues to laugh. It's a joyous, overwhelmed emotion that threatens to overtake her entirely.

Glacia's sacrifice wasn't for nothing, she was here in spirit. Her heroic soul was in all of them, or at least that's what she wanted to think. Even her. She could be a hero to this world, too.

The geyser blasts them all into the surface, and her water pokemon swim through the heated water with glee, spinning all around her as they soared up into the air.

It was easy to forget the island itself was glitching to no tomorrow, with good portions of it previously deleted. With a blink, a good number of trees within eye-sight blinked into a bright buggy texture-less purple. With every blink.

As an artist, this fascinated her, but not enough to distract her from her mission. In fact, it was COD13's audible confusion that brought the biggest smile possible to her face.

"You missed, asshole!" She let out as loud a cry as she could, landing onto the ground above with a thud.

"Now, everyone, let loose everything you got! Overwhelm that buggy p-o-s!" Just as before, her Squirtle and Froakie who had been here from the beginning, blasted their signature moves together. Hoppy standing atop Sheldon's shell, the Squirtle slid down the earth with impressive speed as their Water Pulses combined, blasting into the side of the massive Porygon. Froakie could barely keep itself standing upright by the end, but he was working hard to stand strong. He had to get revenge for his favorite piece of driftwood, after all. He had no idea if it was still there, and that made him furious.

In her hands, Laguna held Marina up high. The seal pokemon was slow on land, so she ran forwards with her as an Icy Wind swept up. The shards of ice forming larger and larger, slamming into COD13 over and over again.

Before she could revel in her and her fellow players eventual victory, another blink was all it took for her to slip into the ground. A misplaced foot, a broken texture, and she suddenly tumbled straight through the ground. "What the-"

She spoke out loud, trying to get her balance and look upwards, but it seemed down below the map was void of physics, and she just kept on tumbling. There was nothing else to do, except perhaps report the bugs in the hope that COD13 would be even more distracted.

Typing while twisting around and around was hell on her stomach, but she had to push through. Her pokemon were counting on her to do something.

Active:
Squirtle (290/350)
Froakie (10/150)
Popplio (110/150)
Standby:
Bergmite (93/350) Sacrificed.
Litten (100/100)

Attacks:
Squirtle: Charge Attack = 134
Froakie: Fast Attack x4 = 470
Popplio: Fast Attack x4 = 469
Bugs = 40 Damage
DBugs = 60 Damage

COD13 = 1572 HP Remaining

Hey got sum bugs

trees got no texture. some not all. blinked and it all went poof

that ugly dev purple gross pls fix k thx

If Laguna was mad before, she was furious this time. The coastline was in tatters, code ripped apart like a virtual wasteland. It genuinely broke her heart, despite knowing just how digital and virtual it was. It could probably be rebuilt, but that didn't make any of the suffering these digital creatures had any less real.

She watched in total shock as an Oshawott was just... deleted. It was a far cry from the relative safety that the Crater was blessed with. Down here, it was a nightmare.

Her eyes briefly glanced over at the building she had helped patch up, boarding up a window, only to find a mini-COD13 attempting to chew away at it.

Her face burned with fury as she called out for her pokemon. And sure enough, they seemed equally outraged. Her Squirtle and Froakie were born here, lived here, and were caught here. They all joined her team here, this was an important area for them.

And they were furious themselves.

"You guys know the deal! Water Pulse! Make those Porygons, gone!" Squirtle immediately filled water within his cheeks, spraying a huge blast of water, clearing the building they were protecting. Froakie, meanwhile, was desperately attempting to defend its favorite piece of driftwood. Bouncing around, shooting pulse after pulse of water at anything who drew near.

"Glacia, Avalanche!" Bergmite immediately readied another blast of ice, the sheets slamming down into the beach, and squishing only a few, but every single attack counted. These Mini-COD13s were simply too quick.

Laguna herself slowly glanced around, a frown suddenly forming on her face. "Wasn't... there more people here earlier?"

Active:
Squirtle (300/350)
Froakie (50/150)
Bergmite (93/350)

Standby:
Popplio (150/150)
Litten (100/100)

Attacks:
Squirtle: Charge Attack = 31
Froakie: Fast Attack x2 = 47
Bergmite: Charge Attack = 6

Coastline HP: 92 HP
Mini-COD13s Remaining: 72

Laguna was mad.

Beta Island had become like her new home away from home. Her getaway from the rules of reality, from the harsh world they all truly lived in. Something to help them all forget, to dream and imagine a world that was better.

People had worked their hardest to protect the area from Kyogre's wrath, but it wasn't enough. Barricades that people made seemed to slow the Mini-COD13's down, but that was their only saving grace. This very world was tearing itself apart, because it wasn't perfect. Because it had bugs, because it was untested, because it was flawed. But that didn't matter. 

What did matter, was getting revenge on that abusive AI. Everything else could follow later. Her own Pokemon could feel the anger rising from her, their own determination building as they traveled into the Crater. The preparations for Kyogre were part of the game, an expected confrontation. This was different, this was self-preservation.

"Sheldon, Hoppy. You guys know what to do." Water Pulses flew once more, the two happy to just keep spraying like a fire hose, even if her Froakie was getting exhausted.

"Glacia?" She looked at the tiny iceberg still held in her arms, a growing grin on her face. "Avalanche. For real, this time."

As soon as her Bergmite heard that, she couldn't resist smiling a mile wide. Standing at the top edge of the crater, the iceberg slammed her feet. Roaring with the impressive might of the mountain as snow and ice filled the area all around her before all of a sudden-

It all came tumbling down.

An avalanche roared down the hill, slamming into miniature COD13's and burying them underneath frozen stones.

Laguna looked proud, for just the briefest moment until an an angry looking Litten leaped up from the edge of the crater, confronting her. The avalanche had likely ruined their home, and it was understandably a bit upset.

"Hey, look, I'm trying to save this place. Come with me, and you can help too, okay?" The Litten looked around, it's eyes canning the devesation. Before it can even attempt to respond, a Golden Pokeball bopped it on the head, capturing the Pokemon.

"Let's go," She spoke to her Pokemon, already readying her map. "We have to protect somewhere else."

Active:
Squirtle (310/350)
Froakie (70/150)
Bergmite (93/350)

Standby:
Popplio (150/150)
Litten (Just caught, will do HP calculations later, aaa)

Attacks:
Squirtle: Charge Attack = 63

Froakie: Fast Attack x2 = 34

Bergmite: Charge Attack = 38

Crater: -5 HP = 117 HP
Mini-Cod13s: 140-135= 5 Remaining