Mew unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, each move growing more intense than the last. Heatwave scorched the air, Water Gun sprayed wildly, Scald sizzled, and Vine Whip lashed out like a serpent. Wisty stood her ground, her shield barely holding up against the onslaught.

Gary's phone buzzed, and he scrambled to answer. "Grandpa?"

Professor Oak's voice crackled through. "Gary, I'm picking up enormous energy readings! What's going on over there? It’s off the charts!"

Gary glanced at Wisty, who was fending off Mew's relentless strikes. "Uh… Wisty is, uh, handling Mew…"

"Handling?" Oak's tone grew stern. "That kind of power is dangerous. Is she out of her mind?"

"That’s debatable!" Gary replied, his voice laced with exasperation.

Meanwhile, Horace was practically hyperventilating. "She’s going to die! Why is no one stopping this?!"

Quillon’s face was grim as he crossed his arms. "If she doesn’t get out of there, she *is* going to get herself killed!"

Before anyone could act, Amaranth's voice came through Danika's walkie-talkie. "Report. What’s going on?"

Danika clicked it on, her voice strained. "We’ve got a rogue Mew situation, Amaranth. Wisty’s—uh—handling it."

"Define ‘handling,’" Amaranth demanded.

"She's fighting it head-on," Quillon replied bluntly.

Amaranth's sharp inhale was audible even through the static. "You fools! Step in and assist her! That’s an order!"

But as they turned to approach, Wisty glared over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with defiance. "No one interferes! *This* is my battle!"

"Wisty, you’re outmatched!" Gary yelled.

"I don’t care!" she shot back, turning her focus back to Mew. "Mew is *my* responsibility!"

Chikorita suddenly broke formation, stepping forward with determination in its eyes. "Chika!" it cried, clearly unwilling to stand by.

"Chikorita, no!" Wisty barked. "I told you, stay back!"

But Chikorita was undeterred, preparing to launch a Razor Leaf. Mew countered with another Heatwave, and Wisty lunged in front of her Pokémon, taking the brunt of the attack with her shield. The force knocked her to her knees, smoke rising from her scorched armor.

"Chikaaa!" Chikorita cried, visibly torn between obeying Wisty and protecting her.

Gary cursed under his breath. "This is insane! She’s going to get herself killed at this rate!"

Horace, still panicking, clutched his head. "Why isn’t anyone doing something?!"

Suddenly, Mew hovered menacingly, charging a massive ball of energy. Wisty, battered but unyielding, forced herself to her feet.

"You can hit me with everything you’ve got, Mew," she called out, her voice trembling but resolute. "But I’m not giving up on you!"

Amaranth’s voice came through the walkie again, sharper this time. "What’s her status?!"

Gary, looking at the scorched battlefield and Wisty’s bruised form, grimaced. "Uh… not great?"

Wisty, overhearing, smirked. "I’m fine, Gary Berry."

"You’re NOT fine!" Gary yelled. "Do you even know what you’re doing?"

"Obviously not!" Wisty retorted, dodging a Vine Whip. She turned back to Mew, her voice softening. "Mew, come on… I know you’re still in there. You don’t want to do this. I can feel it!"

Mew hesitated, the energy ball flickering slightly.

But then it launched another Water Gun, and Wisty braced herself for the impact. At the last second, Altaria swooped in, creating a protective barrier with its wings.

"Altaria!" Wisty gasped, stunned.

Altaria cooed softly, nudging her back toward safety. But Wisty shook her head. "No. This has to end now."

Her Pokémon stared at her in protest, but Wisty raised a hand. "Trust me."

Gary watched in growing horror as she stepped closer to Mew. "She’s out of her mind…" he muttered.

Mew let out a shriek, preparing another Hyper Beam.

"MEW, STOP!" Wisty screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please, remember who you are!"

Everyone held their breath as the beam charged.

And then… Mew faltered. The glow in its eyes dimmed slightly.

"Mew?" Wisty whispered, taking a cautious step forward.

The beam fizzled out, and Mew let out a soft, confused trill.

Wisty collapsed to her knees, laughing breathlessly. "You’re back… you’re really back."

As Wisty struggled to catch her breath, a dark glint returned to Mew’s eyes. Without warning, Mew unleashed a powerful Solar Beam straight at Wisty, blasting her clean off the cliff.

The group collectively gasped as Wisty plummeted fast toward the ground. Gary, Quillon, Danika, and Goh rushed to the edge, only to hear a distant thud followed by a faint, indignant shout:

"HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Everyone blinked, unsure of what they had just witnessed.

Gary sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Did she just—did she seriously survive that?”

They watched as Wisty, now clearly furious, scrambled back up the cliff with the agility of a wild Pokémon. Her hands gripped onto rocks and roots as she hoisted herself up, muttering all kinds of unintelligible words.

When she finally reached the top, her hair was frazzled, her dress torn, and her eyes blazing with unfiltered rage. She stomped toward Mew, fists clenched, and let out a yell that rivaled the roar of any Pokémon.

"That was so uncalled for!" she shouted, pointing a finger at Mew, who hovered smugly nearby.

Gary turned to the others, face deadpan. “I think Wisty just evolved into a Primeape.”

Quillon gave him a side glance. “You’re not wrong.”

Horace, still panicking, was pacing in circles. "Wisty, you need to calm down! You just got blasted off a cliff!"

Wisty turned to Horace, still seething. "I AM CALM!" she snapped, stomping her foot so hard it sent dust flying.

Mew giggled darkly, clearly amused, before launching another attack—this time a playful Water Gun that sprayed directly into Wisty’s face.

"THAT’S IT!" Wisty bellowed, now soaking wet. "Mew, you wanna play rough? FINE!"

Danika sighed, rubbing her temple. “She’s lost it.”

Gary groaned. "She is a Primeape."

Wisty turned back to her Pokémon. "You! Team meeting! Now!"

Her team immediately rushed to her side, all looking equally ready to throw down. Eevee, still glaring at Mew, growled low.

"Listen up," Wisty said, her voice dead serious. "I’ve had enough of this nonsense. We’re taking Mew down."

"Chika!" Chikorita exclaimed, stepping forward.

"Not you, Chikorita!" Wisty said, crossing her arms. "You’ll just charge in again and get hurt! I need strategy, not chaos."

Gary snorted. "That’s rich, coming from you."

Wisty whipped her head around, glaring daggers at him. "Say that again, Gary Berry. I dare you."

Gary quickly put his hands up in surrender. “Nope, I’m good.”

Quillon, meanwhile, muttered under his breath, "If she doesn’t get herself killed first…"

But before anyone could comment further, Mew let out an earth-shaking cry, signaling another attack.

Wisty grinned, her earlier frustration now replaced with determination. "Alright, everyone, it’s time to show Mew why you don’t mess with Wisty’s squad! Let’s go!"

As Wisty's Pokémon surged forward, they unleashed an absolute storm of attacks—each one more intense than the last.

“Eevee!” Umbreon snarled, darting in with Dark Pulse.

“Chikaaaa!” Chikorita flung razor-sharp Razor Leaves like they were blades.

“Rockruff!” Rockruff barked, hurling itself into a spinning Rock Throw.

“Alcremie!” Alcremie joined in, firing a sugar-coated but deadly Dazzling Gleam.

The remaining Pokémon—Ponyta, Cinccino, Altaria, and even Wobuffet—joined the onslaught, creating a swirling vortex of energy, light, and destruction that seemed borderline apocalyptic.

Horace, watching this unrelenting chaos unfold, blinked and sat down hard on the grass. “I think... I think my brain needs a wash.”

Goh looked equally stunned. “Are... are they okay? Like emotionally? Mentally?”

Gary sighed heavily, his head in his hand. “This is what happens when Wisty trains Pokémon. They go from cuddly partners to something out of a nightmare.”

“Eevee!” Umbreon launched another Shadow Ball, narrowly missing Mew, who was bobbing and weaving through the onslaught, giggling mischievously.

Quillon’s face twitched. “This isn’t a Pokémon battle; it’s warfare. If she doesn’t stop, Mew is going to take all of us out in retaliation!”

Danika, still calm on the surface but clearly concerned, muttered, “Does she always fight like this?”

Gary nodded. “Oh, yeah. The only person crazier than Wisty in a fight is her brother, Ash.”

Meanwhile, Wisty stood at the front of the fray, shouting orders like a general on the battlefield. “Altaria, Dragon Pulse! Ponyta, Flame Charge! WOBUFFET—JUST KEEP COUNTERING EVERYTHING!”

“WOBUUUUU!” Wobuffet yelled back, reflecting another hyper beam.

Mew, who had started this chaos with playful mischief, was now starting to look genuinely overwhelmed. It dodged, deflected, and retaliated as best as it could, but Wisty’s team was relentless.

Horace groaned, lying back on the grass. “I swear, this is breaking some kind of Pokémon ethics law. I don’t even know if we’re the good guys anymore.”

Goh nudged him. “Pretty sure Wisty’s in her own category of ‘chaotic neutral.’”

Suddenly, Mew let out a powerful cry and unleashed Psychic, sending Wisty’s entire team flying backward. The dust settled, and Wisty, who had been thrown into a bush, stumbled out, twigs in her hair and dirt on her face.

Gary winced. “Uh-oh. She’s gonna explode.”

Wisty growled low, wiping dirt off her cheek. “Alright, Mew. Now I’m mad.”

Quillon, watching her prepare another attack, turned to Gary. “If she evolves into anything else, I’m leaving.”

Gary sighed. “You and me both.”

Before anyone could react, Wisty—an actual eight-year-old—stormed forward, grabbed Mew mid-air by the tail, and with the strength of someone who clearly ignored physics, YEETED Mew straight into the nearby rock wall.

“WHAM!” The impact echoed through the clearing as dust and pebbles fell from the cracked wall.

Everyone went silent.

Gary blinked, utterly done with life at this point. “Yeah... she’s evolved again. Into a monster.”

Horace gawked, his jaw on the ground. “Did... did she just throw Mew like it was a plush toy?”

Quillon stepped back, suddenly questioning all of his life choices. “I think I need a career change.”

Mew, dazed and embedded in the wall, let out a weak, “Meeeeeew…” before sliding down like a pancake.

Wisty, dusting her hands off as if she just completed chores, turned back to her Pokémon. “See? Handled.”

Her entire team—Eevee, Chikorita, Altaria, and the others—just stared at her, eyes wide. Even Wobuffet looked unsure whether to clap or flee.

Gary sighed, his face in his hands. “I don’t even know what to say anymore. She’s Ash’s sister, alright.”

Horace, still processing, muttered, “I think I just saw a legendary Pokémon get bullied by a child.”

Goh shook his head in disbelief. “I’m calling it now. Wisty isn’t a trainer; she’s a final boss.”

Wisty turned sharply. “Hey, what are you all whispering about?”

“Nothing!” they all chorused.

Quillon, pale as a ghost, whispered under his breath. “If she keeps this up, we’re gonna get yeeted next.”