The Voices had no idea where they were.



Well, check that. They knew where they were. After all their journeys in Kanto, they couldn't mistake it for any place else.



But the Voices had no idea when they were.



Some of the Voices believed that the Red that they were possessing was a descendant of the original Red, and the Blue that hounded them, a descendant of the original Blue. Which would have been a reasonable enough assumption to make, if the Voices experienced time in the same way as mortal beings. And it probably made at least some portion of them feel better about what they were doing. After all, they'd last left the original Red trapped under Victory Road with the ancient elder god OLDEN in his head. It wasn't really the most ideal resting place for the most legendary trainer of all, but that was the Voices for you. They never really did things conventionally.



However, as of half a day ago, that had never happened.



Lord Helix, the god that had always been closest to the Voices, had no idea what was going on. One minute, He had been chilling in the realm of gods with whatever ancient monstrosities had come forth from the Galar region (they were actually all pretty chill, although He wouldn't want to fight Dracovish). The next, reality had broken and He had found himself lying in the dirt in fossil form within Mt. Moon next to His former mortal enemy, Lord Dome, who was every bit as confused as Helix and a whole lot angrier.



JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Dome snapped.



HOW SHOULD I KNOW? Helix admitted. COULD BE OLDEN, COULD BE LARRY, COULD BE THOSE DAMN VOICES AGAIN. BUT IF MY GODLY SENSES ARE ANY INDICATION, WE SEEM TO HAVE BEEN SUCKED BACK INTO THE PAST.



YES, I'D GATHERED, Dome snapped. BUT WHY US? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAVE THE POWER TO DRAG EVEN THE GODS BACK THROUGH TIME?



WELL, Helix speculated, BILL DOES HAVE A TIME MACHINE...



YOU SAY THAT NAME AGAIN, AND I'LL EVISCERATE YOU.



Being little more at this point than a round stone with delusions of grandeur, Dome was not in a position to eviscerate anybody, and they both knew it. Helix decided to let it slide. Dome had clearly had a rough day.



OKAY, WE'LL RULE HIM OUT, Helix said. ANYONE ELSE? YOU MAKE ANY NEW ENEMIES RECENTLY, BROTHER?



I DON'T THINK THIS IS AGAINST US PERSONALLY, Dome said. IF IT WAS, WE'D KNOW ABOUT IT. NO, THIS IS THE ENTIRE WORLD WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.



O RLY?



Dome sighed. YES, REALLY. I CAN SENSE IT. THE NATURAL ORDER HAS BEEN DISTURBED BY... SOMETHING. I CAN'T PUT A NAME TO IT, OR THEM, OR WHATEVER IT IS. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THIS IS A NATURAL OCCURENCE OR SOMETHING PLANNED. ALL I KNOW IS, CENTURIES OF HUMAN HISTORY HAVE JUST BEEN COMPLETELY WOUND BACK. GONE. KAPUT.



Helix looked back at all the metaphysical disasters that their universe had weathered over the ages. The fabric of reality had taken such a beating, it had been inevitable that eventually it would break completely. And it had, multiple times. But this time, it was as if everything that had gone before it simply no longer existed. There was Red, and there were the Voices, and... nothing else.



SO WHAT DO WE DO? Helix asked.



Dome pondered this for several moments.



WE REWRITE HISTORY, He answered.



He wasn't joking.