Okay, steady now. Like we practiced. Shimmy down in the shell a bit, kick out the legs, add a little twist on the little spike-- thud. Flopping onto his side wasn't the most graceful way to get off of his back spikes, but at least it got the job done. Now he could try and focus on figuring out where he was, what that giant heart-shaped gem was for, and who that guy on top of it--

Oh nutshells. He knew exactly who that was; you couldn't make your way through Kalos' Pokemon Village without hearing him discussed in hushed whispers. And if what he heard was any indication, Chesnaught stood even less of a chance against him than he did against most other psychic types.

Okay. Deep breaths. There's no telling if Mewtwo is here to fight. "Did... you bring me here?"