Just like before, it was Wattson who took heavy notice of the words of the robotic voice and seemed to think deeply on them.

LEVY 3: ENERGY CORE DETECTED. THREAT LEVEL UPGRADED ACCORDINGLY."

"... It's tried this before, hasn't it?" Wattson mumbled to himself, the confident Voltorb's face twisting into a frown, even within the pouch of the Bombirdier. "And it's failed every time, hasn't it? Fractured consciousness, elemental affinities conflicting with another, nucleotide collapse... their DNA is unstable."

"What does... What did any of what you said mean?" Rose frowned, looking over at Wattson as they were lowered back to the ground by Gerana.

"It means, their DNA, wait, no, let me make it simpler. It means... They have too much power, and it's hurting."

"Oh." Rose pondered on the thought, trying to rationalize it with what she knew when Moab had finally flown back up above the pit and landed with a heavy thud on the floor nearby. Their body was noticeably rockier, the hole within their chest more prominent and obvious, but a glowing, burning light from within spilled out. It crackled with electricity, a deep, burning, boundless energy.

"Hah-" They began, feet stumbling for a second to catch their breath as the robots started to lift the skull from the ground. "My chest feels like it is on fire. I imagine it is quite a literal feeling. This is a new sensation, and not exactly a pleasant one." Their eyes would look around, glancing at all the other fusions, the excess of DNA slowly becoming more and more troublesome for the other fusions, and recognition seemed to dawn within them.

"... I shall not be leaving here, will I? I will not get to soar across the skies and seek my glory. My power will be the end of me. I will burn from the inside out. Nothing can kill me, except me." A somber look spread across their face. All this power, all this insane strength, and it would be what brought them low. Already, the power burned within, and the fire extinguishers seemed justified.

And that was precisely when the funky jams ruined all tension.

Moab couldn't help but laugh, even as Rose's other two Pokemon frowned at the understanding. The funky groove and the dancing puzzle did nothing to lift their spirits.

"Moab!" Rose suddenly cried out, running over to the fusion's side, and desperately wrapping their arms around one of their thick, mutant legs. "But you gotta come! We gots many places to go! I gots to show you to the lady who pretends to be my mom, and the teacher lady! I gotta shows her you can talk! And... and-"

"Shh..." Moab replied, gently patting the head of the young girl with a soft, sad smile. "I must dance, child. For if this is truly to be my first, and only hurrah at life, I shall rather, shall we say... be a fire burning on the dancefloor. Go, be with my progenitors. I shall keep you safe..."

"But, but- I'll miss you." Rose began, immediate tears forming in the corners of her eyes as Gerana simply picked Rose up by the back of her shirt, and Moab immediately twisted about and prepared to dance.

"I'll miss you too, child."

Their stubby legs were not graceful any longer, the Turtonator and the Roggenrolla DNA did nothing kind to their walking ability, causing them to stumble. Their wings were practically their only saving grace, keeping them upright and able to balance.

Alas, their very first step slammed onto the word DEOXYRIBONUCLEIC, causing the panel to immediately fall. Luckily, they were able to fly back up, wings catching themselves.

"I- Will not falter. I will not fail them." Moab whispered to himself, as he forced himself to move, wings carrying him in the air with a heavy, precise flap, carrying more weight than those wings were ever truly designed for. They were meant to help lift rocks into the air, but not quite like this.

He slammed onto the word IGNITE with a heavy force, only to whip their wings again and launch into the air once more.

The core inside their chest burned brighter and brighter, burning off more and more energy, not having a chance to calm down the power burning within. It hurt, so much energy was not meant to be contained in a vessel so mundane, so mortal. Flames tickled across their chest, leaking from the hole within.

Their foot touched down upon THEFT and a twisting movement had their beak slam into the word FORESAW.

Their life had been stolen from them before they had a chance to truly enjoy it, to truly understand the joys that life brought with it. They had already witnessed their future, and there was none.

Wings flapped again, twisting them into the air to not stumble with their stumpy legs, and find the right word to press down on. Deciding relying on their legs was no longer optimal, they ripped some heavy lab equipment off the ground and dropped it down right upon the word DECOMPOSE, oddly reminiscent of their avian DNA's methods.

Their body was going to burn itself apart with such unrivaled power, it was almost akin to radiation. Mysterious and full of limitless power, but his half-life wasn't even close to being stable. The world would never know his glory.

And yet, there was at least one who would remember. They were content to live on in memory. They were never supposed to exist anyways, that much was obvious.

Their body burned, and they had to let loose some of the energy somehow, as they were almost quite literally glowing. Flames and electricity crackled within their mouth as they screamed, suddenly tucking their limbs and wings together, forming a misshapen orb at this point as they Body Slam straight into perhaps, the only word that mattered, with enough force that the ground itself likely shook.

ROSE.

Rose had to admit, she had no idea what was going on, but it was oh so interesting.

An evil villain's lair! Just like the cartoons she watched on Saturday morning! Big laser guns on the walls that could fry something to bits! Deactivated laser grid walls that could slice like a cheese grater! Trapdoors and ejector pads and giant robots! She felt absolutely giddy, giggling to herself as she felt like some kind of secret agent or superhero just waddling into the base without being stopped!

Of course, every time she tried to wander too close to something potentially dangerous, her Bombirdier grabbed the back of her shirt with her beak and gently dragged her back.

"Now now," The bird pokemon would begin. "We should not grow overconfident. This place is teeming with dangers. You need to stay safe, dearie."

"Aww, come one!" Rose would begin, eyes drifting over towards the other trainers. "Nobody else has a babysitter bird!"

"That's because you're the lucky one, dearie." The Bombirdier would speak again, before gently pulling Rose into their pouch and lifting her up. "But also, because nobody else has a bird, silly. That man has a cat and a pig." She'd speak, of course, referring to orioncayge .

"It is only logical to be careful in unknown situations." The Voltorb suddenly spoke as it rolled down the hallway along with them. "Whoever built this place must be a genius of some level. Perhaps not as intelligent as me, but certainly up there." They'd hum to themselves, twirling about. "Those robots look quite advanced... for an amateur. If I had arms, I would have constructed my own secret lair ages ago."

Rose huffed softly, crossing her arms as she was carried like a baby into the main chamber.

She tried to fight out of the stork's grasp at first to look around, but then simply watched in awe as two of the other trainers seemingly... created a third pokemon on accident

"Oooh! How did you guys do that!" Rose spoke out loud, poking her head out from the stork's pouch.

"Hmm, how peculiar." The Voltorb spoke, their excited eyes quickly scanning over the new fusion pokemon. "Whoever constructed this base must have been some kind of freak geneticist, to experiment with the DNA of Pokemon. Creating life! Oh, what I would do if I had arms-"

"What's DNA?" Rose spoke, gently slipping from the Bombirdier's grasp, but still remaining close by.

"It's uh," The Voltorb would hum, rolling back and forth as it thought how to break things down for the young girl. "The building blocks of life. Think of it like, a tiny secret message in your body, that shows how you look."

"Ooh." Rose was in total awe, staring at the fusions, and then back at her two pokemon. She didn't understand a word that the Voltorb said, but it sounded cool. Her eyes were extremely wide, silently begging.

"No, no absolutely not. We should not-" The Bombirdier began before the Voltorb rudely interrupted them.

"Of course we should! Think about what we have to learn! Think about our powers combined, what a force to be reckoned with! Besides, with your motherly nature and kind soul, and my intellect and raw destructive power, we could create the ultimate protector. How about that?" Of course, he just wanted to see what would happen, but he was a manipulative little ball.

The bird paused, seemingly tempted by the Voltorb's offer. "... I suppose we can give it a try. But if it goes wrong, I'm blaming you Wattson."

"Oh, please Gerana, I know what I'm doing. Since when have I steered you wrong before?"

"Many times." The apparently named Gerana spoke bluntly.

"Not the point!" Wattson would immediately turn around, wobbling on its round form as it faced Rose. "Grab that vial on the counter there, lass!"

Rose was absolutely ecstatic, entirely unaware of the moral complications that creating life had, blissfully unaware and simply excited for a new friend. She grabbed the vial, and held it out for the Voltorb, only for him to spit straight into the vial! "Ewwww, that's gross!"

"But efficient! Now, Gerana, if you will, a feather? Unless you'd also like to spit in the jar-"

"No no, this is already weird enough as is." The Bombirdier would pluck a feather from its coat and hand it to the child.

Rose immediately went to work, following Wattson's instructions based on the other two fusions, and set the DNA into the device. Almost immediately, it began to hum to life, a glowing yellow light shimmering, and the audible sound of electricity crackling as a form took shape.

Red and white wings crackled with electricity, connected to a fairly rotund body with a long, beautiful neck and pouch similar to the Bombirdier. And yet, it almost seemed like if it folded in on itself, closed its wings, tucked up its legs, and pulled its head close, it would be remarkably close to a sphere. However, as it stood at it's full height, it almost appeared graceful. Almost being the keyword, as the wild energy in its eyes betrayed any attempts at grace and serenity.

"Oh my..." It began. stepping out of the chamber with careful, yet precise steps. "Where... am I?"

Rose was, for lack of a better vocabulary on her part, very confused.

She'd been staring at the pop-up that told her to say goodbye to Mom for a few minutes now and she had no idea what to do. She had played Pokemon before and always had a Mom in those too. A friend told her at school that you could talk to mom and get healed up! But here?

Here, she was clearly hesitant to approach the house, even though her bare feet dearly needed some shoes.

"You're staring into space again." Sprigatito licked at its paw as it noticed, trying to snap them back to reality. "You really are a spaced-out kid, huh?"

Rose quickly shook her head, glancing over at Mother's house in the distance before looking down at her new talking cat friend.

"I did not go to space! I'd need a rocket ship! Silly." She laughed quietly, shaking her head slowly once again. "I just-"

"You're nervous about seeing mom," The cat licked its other paw this time, quickly walking towards the house anyways. "She won't be upset that you're leaving home, you know."

"W-wait! I'm not nervous! I'm a big girl!" Rose shouted out, quickly trying to catch up to her cat who had already made it onto the front porch.

"Then knock, big girl. Or don't, it is your home. Just go on in."

"I- I'll knock." It felt so strange, this wasn't her home, but it was? She didn't know how to process that. She did indeed knock on the door, hearing movement around inside. Was someone else home?