The scene was utter chaos. Wisty—an eight-year-old girl—was now a full-on monster. She was thrashing Mew around like it was a ragdoll, hitting it into rocks, walls, and even the ground. Mew, the Ancestor of All Pokémon, couldn’t keep up.

“Mewwwww!” the poor Pokémon wailed as it was flung sideways into a boulder with a heavy thud.

Horace, who was already pale, swayed on his feet, gripping Goh’s shoulder for support. “Is this real? Tell me this isn’t real. How is this real?”

“I—I don’t know!” Goh stammered. “She’s like a Lucario with Rage Mode permanently activated!”

Quillon was practically yelling. “Someone stop her! If she doesn’t calm down, she’s going to break Mew! Or us!”

Meanwhile, Gary was frantically pulling out his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he dialed Ash’s number. After a few rings, Ash’s cheerful voice crackled through the speaker.

“Yo, Gary! What’s up?”

Gary’s voice was strained. “Ash. ASH! WHAT DID YOU TEACH YOUR SISTER?!”

Ash paused for a second, clearly confused. “Huh? Wisty? What about her?”

Gary pinched the bridge of his nose as Wisty, in the background, literally suplexed Mew into the ground. Dust shot up into the air. “SHE’S THROWING MEW AROUND LIKE IT’S A SACK OF POTATOES! SHE’S A MONSTER, ASH! A MONSTER!”

Ash’s response was immediate—and disturbingly proud. “No way! Really?! That’s my sis! Let’s go, Wisty!”

“Let’s go, Wisty?!” Gary shouted, disbelief coating every word. “This isn’t something to be proud of! She’s unhinged!”

“Aw, come on,” Ash said with a chuckle. “She’s just showing Mew some tough love. You know, like I did with my Charizard.”

“Tough love?!” Gary sputtered as Wisty grabbed Mew midair and spun it like a discus before launching it into yet another cliff wall. A cloud of dust exploded outward, shaking the ground.

Horace let out a weak noise before collapsing onto the ground. “I can’t... I can’t...”

Danika crossed her arms, smirking as she watched the chaos. “Well, if nothing else, she’s effective.”

Goh gave her an incredulous look. “Effective? That’s Mew! She’s fighting Mew!”

Wisty, meanwhile, stood triumphant, pointing a finger at Mew, who was now floating unsteadily, looking dazed and exhausted. “I told you! You’re going to snap out of it, whether you like it or not!”

Gary, holding the phone, turned back to Ash. “She’s out of control, Ash. I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared for all of us.”

Ash laughed again, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. “Don’t worry about her. Wisty’s tougher than anyone gives her credit for. You just have to trust her, Gary. She’ll figure it out.”

Gary looked at Wisty—who had now grabbed Mew again and was shaking it as if trying to rattle the darkness right out of it—and sighed deeply. “I think she already did figure it out... just in the most Wisty way possible.”

At that moment, Mew let out a weak cry and wobbled, the dark energy flickering around its body.

Wisty paused, holding Mew up by the tail. “Hey... are you okay now? You better not make me throw you again!”

Mew blinked, its eyes clearing slightly as the dark energy began to fade.

Goh stared, jaw on the ground. “No way... Did she actually—win?”

Danika muttered under her breath, “This kid is something else.”

Quillon crossed his arms, looking both annoyed and impressed. “She’s insane. But... it worked.”

Horace, finally regaining consciousness, sat up and looked at Wisty holding Mew like a trophy. “Is it... is it over?”

Wisty grinned and held Mew up. “See, Mew? Told you we’d fix you!” Then she looked at Gary. “Gary Berry, you owe me ice cream after this. And you had better start calling me Queen.”

Gary groaned. “I’m not calling you that... and you’re not getting ice cream until I recover from the heart attack you just gave me.”

From the phone, Ash’s voice rang out brightly, “Way to go, Wisty! You’re the best!”

Gary hung up and looked at Wisty, sighing. “I hope you know that you just gave all of us nightmares for the next month.”

Wisty shrugged. “What can I say? I’m just built different.”