Gijinka-Nuzlockes

Third POV The Old Chateau was once again filled with dust and smelled musky. The place had not been cleaned in some time. Giratina’s heavy footsteps filled the halls and all the creatures of the night shivered in fear from the king of the dead himself. “Alright, now here is how things will go, spirits. You know me from the last time we had a party here. It would be best if you remembered not to mess around with my guests, or at least I hope you do. If not, heed my warning and do not mess with my guests. I have… protocols in place to deal with you if you get restless.” Giratina cleared his throat, then turned to Palkia, tossing him a broom. “What do you want me to do with this?” Palkia asked. “Start sweeping. Time’s ticking.” With a quick time skip sponsored by Dialga… The house was clean, and the two brothers were annoyed by the warped anomaly Dialga created. “Okay… normally I would be mad, but if it pisses off Arceus, then I’m fine with what you just did.