Oscar finally returned to the mysterious tear on Mt. Pyre once he was satisfied with his research. Surprisingly, he did not bring any scientific equipment with him. Instead he brought a bag containing a a Oscilloscope, and a tuning fork. Alright so the oscilloscope may technically count as scientific equipment but in Oscar's head it was more of a music tool.

Oscar stared at the ripple, satisfied to at least see that it was still here. He wondered if today's experiment would yield any results, after all this was a bit of a stretch even for him. You see, having become convinced that the world of science and logic would do nothing to explain a seemingly magic phenomenon, Oscar resolved to turn to the world of the occult. He was not familiar nor comfortable with the realm of the supernatural, but if it would provide insight into this distortion then perhaps it shall be worth venturing outside of his comfort zone. After going through several aged tomes and new age spiritualism novels, Oscar was certain he had a way to figure out what this distortion really was.

Oscar turned on the oscilloscope and pulled the tuning fork from out of his bag. He first got a baseline frequency by smacking the fork on a nearby grave and attaching it to the oscilloscope. It was a high pitched tune, the standard vibration you would get from hitting a tuning fork against a solid surface. He then approached the ripple, his heartbeat quickening as he drew closer to the mysterious tear. After a moment of hesitation, Oscar would smack the tuning fork against the ripple.

As he predicted, the tuning fork hit the ripple as if it were a solid surface. The vibration it made was obscene, the pitch of the tune being so low that it almost sounded like a horn. Oscar quickly attached it to the oscilloscope, and the frequency it read was similarly bizarre. The little screen that displayed the frequency signal was going wild, with the transverse wave spiking at the edges of the signal graph. Usually a spiked frequency would create less cycles on the meter, but there were countless cycles filling the screen. This would make it difficult to measure, but Oscar would attempt to do so anyway.

First he began messing with the knobs on the oscilloscope to make the wave more manageable. He then took out a pure red pokeball and released Genesect Prime, who waved happily at his master. Oscar began hooking up the oscilloscope into Genesect's head ports--taking a brief pause to wave back. When it was all hooked up Oscar asked, "Hey can you translate this frequency into binary?" Genesect nodded, letting loose a melodic beeping that Oscar had come up with to allow Genesect to 'speak' in binary. Oscar waved his hands frantically, "Wait until I can jot it down, doofus."

Oscar got his phone out and Genesect would begin reciting the code. Oscar got it all down, up until Genesect began looping the message. "That's all. Let's get back to the office and see what we got." Oscar flew back to his office on Genesect's hoverboard form, his mind storming with what this code could possibly say. Was something trying to send a message to their world? Could this minor fascination bring about a much larger discovery? Oscar's excitement continued to build as he made it to his office, and he would hit his floor running as he jumped off of Genesect. Genesect watched its master, already knowing what the message said and having no idea what it was supposed to mean. Perhaps Oscar could figure it out.

Oscar typed the code into a binary translator on his computer:

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After a few suspenseful minutes, the translation would be revealed. What Oscar read was almost too insane to be real.

And lo, the deep voices of the abyss cry out in agonized chorus. Let their song drown out your rancorous struggles. Behold the choir of the damned, their ravenous mouths begging for nourishment. Come, let them feed upon the blood of the tainted. Come, let them feed upon the flesh of the perished. Let them feast so that you too can sing their song.

Oscar read the message several times, and after each cycle he felt more and more puzzled. Was this a prank? How could the frequency translate to--this nonsense. Oscar pondered over this revelation, not sure what to make of it. The only we he could proceed past this point was to take the message very literally. Yes, an offering must be given to the distortion. One of rancid flesh and tainted blood. The flesh part would be easy, but what the hell was tainted blood supposed to mean? Well--Oscar had tainted blood kinda. The DNA of that eldritch parasite could still be found in Oscar's bloodstream, perhaps it would suffice.

Oscar returned to the distortion once more, holding a knife in one hand and the rotting flesh offering wrapped in cloth in the other. He approached the distortion, feeling even more uneasy after reading its apparent message. Oscar put the encased offering down and carefully unwrapped it to reveal the head of a Buzzwole he had killed in a different dimension. He had hoped to revive the creature, but alas it was all but impossible. Hopefully this would finally give the morbid trophy purpose.

Oscar then took off one of his gloves and held his naked hand over the Buzzwole's head. His fingers were still blackened from the parasite's influence, which for once Oscar was thankful for. He cut his palm with the knife, allowing his blood to fall upon the head. Once he was satisfied, he pulled out some gauze and bandaged up his hand before hiding it back within his glove. He gently lifted the head and held it out to the rippling distortion.

Oscar slowly pushed it further and further, wincing as the Buzzwole's nose approached the distortion. The nose gently tapped the distortion's surface--and the head disappeared. Oscar blinked, at first thinking he had dropped it. However when he could not locate it, he knew for sure that it had disappeared into the tear. Oscar shivered a little. Nothing really felt different, and yet he could not help but feel as if something had changed. Perhaps he would just need to keep an eye out. Oscar stared into the distortion one last time, as if waiting for something else to occur. When nothing did, Oscar smirked. "Happy Thanksgiving I guess." He turned away to meet up with Genesect nearby and fly off to get on with his life.

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Oscar's Power Spot project was in a tailspin. There was no denying it, his attempts to study Dyna Energy have mostly ended in abject failure. Dyna Energy was far more powerful than Oscar had anticipated, and his currently available machinery was unable to properly control the energy in its raw form. Thus the obvious solution was to expand his selection of available machinery.

Oscar sighed as the frigid night air tore right through him. Even with two layers of black espionage garb, Oscar's frail body could not escape the cold. Being on the roof level of a high rise office building did not help, with the wind being far more vicious at this height. Oscar persevered though, after all he would only have to wait a little while longer.

He was waiting for Rocket's newest Beast, Shred, to join him. The two were going to go on a little scavenger hunt within the office building. Oscar did not normally pay attention to the minor tech companies within Mauville, but once he had heard that an experimental generator core made for motors had shown a surprising amount of friction resilience--well Oscar just had to have it. If he could create a bigger model, it could lead to a breakthrough for Oscar's research!

With a former beast and a freshly minted beast working together, stealing this tech should be easier than taking candy from a paraplegic.

Another successful round. As Oscar returned to his workspace he struggled to not feel overconfident. He still had a long way to go, there was plenty of time for things to fall apart if he was not careful. Oscar took a good minute to consider his options, and in the end there was only one idea that stood out to him.

Oscar snapped his fingers, "I need the hibiscus tea mix." Boris nodded and grabbed the designated jar. Oscar prepped the tea to be brewed, and just as before Boris took the initiative to clean out the blender. When everything was ready, Oscar added the tea and a little bit of cream. Then he added the main ingredient: rose water. The rose was his favorite flower, so it made sense to utilize it for this floral tea.

After mixing the concoction together, Oscar prepped a cup with strawberry pearls. The tea was poured into the cup and Oscar would hurriedly transport it to the judge's table. He placed it before them and nodded stoically. "A rose water hibiscus tea with strawberry pearls. Consume."

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The situation was not getting any better, with the ship sustaining damage to the hull and their antenna during the chaos. Oscar hung onto the wall to keep his balance, not wanting to twirl like a pinwheel from the impact of the meteorites. Lulu would request for Oscar to come along, and he would not hesitate to do so. He pushed off the wall and gave Temp and Kepler a thumbs up. "If I die out there, I just want you guys to know that you're awesome. Also don't touch my stuff, PEACE!"

Oscar followed Lulu to the spacesuits, suiting up before making his way to the airlock. He picked up an emergency tool kit along the way along with a heavy square of plated metal. They'll need both to salvage the ship. As the airlock chamber depressurized, Oscar provided a quip to hopefully lighten Lulu's spirits. "Is now a bad time to request a potty break?" Oscar chuckled and clapped his hands together. "Alright, last one out lock the door."

The airlock door opened, allowing Oscar and Lulu to bounce out into space. Oscar pulled himself up to the spaceship's surface, pressing a button on his belt to activate the suits magnetic boots. Now firmly attached to the ship, Oscar began marching his way toward the breach in the hull. Above him Genesect was assisting its fellow pokemon in fighting off the remaining Lunatone. Oscar flinched as a shattered Lunatone bounced against the ship, prompting Oscar to shoot a dirty look upward. Naturally none of the fighting pokemon were paying enough attention to catch it.

At the hull breach, Oscar squatted down and put the plated metal under his armpit. He cautiously opened the toolbox, revealing a variety of astro-tools perfected by Lulu herself. Oscar pulled out a suited up stick welder, and closed the box before handing it to Lulu. "I got the breach, you get the antenna!" Oscar immediately got to work; with his helmet acting as protection against the brightness of the welder, Oscar began trying to repair the breach.

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Oscar appreciated Howard's encouragement, even cracking a smile at his receipt gaffe. Yet Oscar's anxiety was hard to ward off. Oscar was usually pretty good at this personable shit but Bryan was--different. He was like cold steel, absorbing Oscar's warm whimsy and expelling a chilling intimidation. It was like being friends with a loaded gun and not knowing if the gun will get bored with you and go off mid-sentence. This request? It might be too much nonsense for Bryan to tolerate.

Oscar ran out of time to be anxious though, as Bryan would soon arrive. Oscar closed his notebook, standing up to greet Bryan with an open-arm gesture. "Bryan! Hey man, you look great! Thanks for comin'!" Bryan's recollection of the tinkaton incident caused Oscar to chuckle nervously, "That was a hell of a night! I still have nightmares--HA!"

Oscar sat down as Bryan fumbled recognizing Howard; Oscar had a hard time telling if it was a power move or if Bryan was just being absent minded. "Ah yeah, Howard this is Beast Delarosa. Bryan, meet Admin Howard." Howard could take it from there.

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Oscar did not answer right away, instead taking a moment to organize his thoughts with the new information Zev had shared. Tera Crystals were like little parasites that popped up wherever there was energy. It was a huge pain in the ass, but they were usually easy to clear. Did the crystals themselves evolve to become more durable?

Oscar decided to put that train of thought on the shelf and finally provide a response. "I used Genesect Prime. Its claws could rip through steel, and they've cleared normal Tera Crystals in the past. This time they did not even leave a dent. It took Genesect terastallizing and utilizing a steel-type techno blast to remove the crystals--but the power spot itself was heavily damaged."

Oscar sighed, sliding his fingers through his hair before clapping them together. "So basically we gotta be strong enough to remove the crystals but not too strong as to damage the power spot. A complete fuckin' shit-show." Oscar paused to let Zev formulate a response, flinching as his hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

He looked behind him and saw something unexpected: an absol staring at them from atop the Sootopolis crater. Oscar raised an eyebrow, wondering what its deal was.

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Oscar scribbled into an already full notebook, mumbling as he crossed out several paragraphs and added new notes between lines. "We can pull this off right? Like, he won't say no. This is a great idea, how could he say no!? Fuck what if he says no?" Oscar was with howard slayte at a Sootopolis cafe, waiting for their special friend bryan delarosa to arrive. The two were working on a very big project, and they needed a special resource that only Bryan had. It was a big ask though, and Oscar was worried that their pitch would fall flat.

Oscar flipped through his notebook, trying to memorize new parts of his proposal script as quickly as possible. "Sheesh I always get nervous when I have to ask for something. Especially something--weird. Is this weird? Are we being weird right now? What if he goes back to the sub and tells everyone and then everyone LAUGHS AT US!?" Oscar ripped out a page of his notebook and threw it behind him, sighing heavily as he tapped the table.

"I just don't wanna leave empty handed, y'know?"

The hug was--different. Jayden was cold, far colder than a human should be. It was an unnatural feeling, like hugging the inside of a refrigerator. Oscar did not recoil though, he did not even flinch. He just tightened his hold, providing his friend with the same affection Oscar needed when he struggled with his own sickness.

"I'm so glad you're alright."

When Oscar finally let go, he would plop his bag of doughnut holes onto Jayden's desk. "I brought doughnut holes! They're still warm so get a few in now." Oscar helped himself to one of the seats facing Jayden's desk, resting one of his legs over the other's knee while he lay back into the seat cushion. "Damn I've missed these chairs."

After giving Jayden a moment to settle himself somewhere, Oscar would at last inquire about Jayden's condition. "It's been a while Jayden, what have you been up to these past few months?"

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One of those new Paldea bug types was reportedly causing a ruckus over near Rustboro. Oscar had not been keeping his bug collection up to date, so now was as good a time as ever to try and get back on top of things. Oscar did not know what to expect when he arrived, but it certainly was not an army of robotic kick boxers.

No, not robotic. Were they wearing suits? Also no, that had to be their skin--which was pretty awesome in Oscar's book. Unfortunately his mere presence was enough to draw in some hostile attention. One of the Lokix stormed up to him, no doubt ready to kick Oscar's balls through his mouth. Oscar was luckily ready for a quick draw, and released Genesect Prime before the Lokix could close in.

The Lokix stopped, staring at the cybernetic bug as it squared up for a fight. The Lokix suddenly began to pose, likely trying to intimidate its opponent. Genesect Prime tilted its head, trying to understand what the Lokix was doing. Perhaps it was trying to communicate?

Prime decided to pose back at it, copying the Lokix's movements with an extra flare of drama. The two pokemon posed at each other furiously, while Oscar wondered if this excursion had been a mistake. While the Lokix was distracted, Oscar decided to throw a pokeball its way and get this nonsense over with.

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Oscar gestured in the general direction of the power spot, whose normally vibrant red glow was being smothered by invasive Tera crystals. "So as you're already aware, this has been an increasingly arduous dilemma." Oscar walked over to the border of the cluster of crystals, kicking them lightly as he continued to report to his companion. "They're like fuckin' barnacles or somethin'. Except you can't just scrape them off, you need a shit-ton of fire power get rid of them. It's as if the Dyna energy is making them stronger."

The power spots that had sprouted around Sootopolis had provided Oscar the ideal opportunity to finally study Dyna energy. He was making alright progress, but this problem with the crystals has ground his research to a halt. It was fitting, he supposed, that something would form out of the ether to delay the scientific breakthrough he craved.

He looked to his companion, folding his arms as he let out a deep sigh. "What do you think Zev? You handled these before right?"

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