Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-27790518-20171118162516/@comment-26336673-20171202152415

You'll see eventually... I'll get you involved.

Screw it, you're getting involved now.

 Necrozma, Necrozma, Necrozma... don't you get it? Fantasy slips through again. We cannot be touched. We're fake. We're figments of your imaginations. But we're figments of your worst nightmares. Yet to be touched, yet to be felt, yet to be seen, yet to be heard, yet to be tasted. But once we are real, this whole world... is going to be fiction. And we will go and spread our terrors among every other universe.

 No. You have to be real. How are you here???

 Again... thanks to Scientedfic, who has released his inner demons, we now roam... wandering as a figment of an imagination... an imagination he never wanted.

Nox forced Necrozma to assume the form of a chest. Nox then locks the shapeshifting formula so that Necrozma can't formate out of it.

 You'll get out soon enough. But this will keep you company for the moment.

Meanwhile...

 Do it!

The teleporter whirls once again, and Psychomaniac and Cytus come in.

 ... this wasn't intended. But the more the merrier.