Once upon a time a certain author
A/n casually reached into a small pouch and pulled out a bucket of popcorn.Saturo stared.Then stared harder.Then pointed."Where the hell were you hiding that?"A/n blinked."The pouch?""YES THE POUCH."
"Why are we suddenly in story-telling mode?"
The world abruptly froze.
Reality shifted.
A spotlight descended from nowhere.
Saturo was suddenly wearing a suit and tie.He adjusted it again .
"Much better."
A/n: alright we see the fit piccolo stop aura farming on top of Godzilla 's head
Wait is that a f' ing real godzilla
Piccolo just crossed his arms as his cape started fluttering behind him.
Saturo : there isn't air today's literally the hottest day In the world.
Nvm
He pointed again."Now explain the pouch."
A/n looked down."Oh this?""Just a souvenir I got from the monks of DC."
Far away—
Somewhere in another universe—
A certain caped hero suddenly screamed."AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"WHERE ARE THESE MONKS?!"
Back in the mansion—
Saturo slowly rubbed his forehead."Run that by me again, nga."
A/n blinked."What?"
Saturo narrowed his eyes."You are Gege's disciple aren't you?"
A/n immediately looked offended."No."
"Why would you think that?"
A pause."Am I writing peak?"
Saturo deadpanned."No."."You can barely write without AI fixing your grammar."A direct critical hit.A/n clutched his chest dramatically.
Saturo continued."But seriously."
"What's with your protagonists?""And what's with that title?"
"Bizarre Crossover Adventures?"
A/n immediately looked away."Nvm."
"That's classified information."
Meanwhile—
Back inside actual reality—
Oriana's jaw slowly dropped.
The Gabite looked between Cynthia and Saturo.Then back at Cynthia.
Then back at Saturo.
Her brain was desperately trying to process what she was witnessing.
"Gah...""Gahhhh...""What the hell is Dad doing here?"A pause.Then she looked at Cynthia."...Why didn't I bring popcorn?"A floating tray immediately appeared beside her.Fresh popcorn included.Oriana gasped.Then looked toward Escanor.The Metang floated nearby with the expression of a man who had seen too much.
Naturally, he already knew what his sister wanted.
Before either Pokémon could react—
Two additional hands entered the popcorn bucket.
Granny.And Pop's.Neither showed the slightest shame.Both were already eating.Their eyes sparkled with excitement.The drama was beginning.
Meanwhile—
Cynthia and Saturo finally locked eyes.
Silence.
A very dangerous silence.
Then simultaneously—
"YOU." X2
A beat passed.
"What are you doing here?!"x2
The two froze.Then pointed at each other.
"Stop copying me!"x2
"I said stop!"x2
"Why are you copying my gestures?!"x2
"You're copying mine!"x2
"NO YOU ARE!"x2
Off to the side—
Granny leaned toward Pop's."Great chemistry."
Pop's wiped a non existent tear from his eye ."Remarkable."
Clara stared at both of them.speechless
"..."
The urge to throw something at them was increasing rapidly.
Meanwhile—
Cynthia reached toward her bag.Saturo immediately stiffened.His eyes widened and he flinched.
The memories returned.
The pans thrown aimed his head.
The emotional damage.
Because someone was actively blocking his telepathy, he couldn't read her intentions.Which naturally led him to assume the worst.
"She's got a pan , seriously who carries a pan with them all the time."
Granny nearly choked trying not to laugh.
Saturo slowly removed his glasses.
If telepathy wasn't working.
He'd do it the old-fashioned way.
At the exact same moment—
Cynthia's ears began turning red.Not because she was blushing, but
because of embarrassment.
Definitely not.
Absolutely not.
(Her thoughts:)
(Why is he here?)
(And why is he still wearing those stupid glasses?).
( has he decided to end his journey early and become my butler or --- friend. Ofc a certain nurse joy had being filling her head with none sense because why not" )
A/n :The redacted part is boy it doesn't start with - so pls FBI guy shut up.
(And why am I suddenly remembering our last conversation?)
Unfortunately—Granny noticed the red ears and immediately reached the wrong conclusion.
"Oh my."
She quietly dragged Pop's aside.
Pop's grabbed more popcorn."This is why I cancelled PokéCable for a month."
Pop's nodded solemnly.
"I see now." ."I was narrow-minded."
Back at the battlefield—
Saturo finally answered."What do you mean what I'm doing here?"
"This is my home."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Granny immediately projected a thought directly toward him.(Saturo.)
(Brat.).(We aren't dead yet.)
(Stop claiming inheritance.)
(Half of this belongs to James.)
Saturo immediately fired back.
(Relax.)
(You've got maybe a year left.)
(And everything James owns eventually becomes mine anyway.)
Pop's was awestruck.A single tear formed."Truly."...."Grandmother and grandson."
Meanwhile—
Cynthia's eyes widened.Oriana's eyes widened.Even Clara's eyes widened.
Because while they couldn't hear the telepathic conversation—
But...!!!!
They could absolutely see the synchronized smirks.The matching expressions.The identical mannerisms.
The suspiciously similar arrogance.
Click.
A flash illuminated the room.
Everyone turned.
Granny lowered a camera.
Then sighed.
"Should've bought the expensive model."
Another click.
"Still."Click.
"This will do."
The future blackmail album had officially begun.