Doctor Doom watched as the man some had ridiculously chosen to label as Mr. Fantastic attempted to piece the parts of the fallen Regirock back together to no avail.
Perhaps Doom should offer some glue.
Reed finally stopped his effort and dropped the rock he had attempted to make fit into a larger section of stone. He glanced down at the Pokeball at his waist but did not remove it from his belt.
“Doom has already said that he has a schedule to maintain. Choose your next Pokemon, Richards. I might even be kind enough to let this one live if you hurry.”
That seems incredibly unlikely.
Reed suddenly got a calculating look in his eyes and responded. “Actually, I think that's all from us for now. I concede the battle on behalf of the entire Fantastic Four.” Susan's head snapped around at Reed's proclamation. She hadn't even had a chance to show her Pokemon!
Doom considered Reed Richards' words carefully. The man had never known when to concede in the past and Doom had to assume this was not a late in life growth spurt to the man's brain. The man obviously thought he had come up with a clever idea of some kind that made forfeiting this battle an optimal play on his part.
Cute.
“Well? You would win Victor, I know how much you enjoy winning,” Richards said.
Doom shrugged. “Victory against you lost its meaning long ago. Much the same way one does not give oneself a parade for managing to simply draw breath, I take no innate enjoyment from doling out to you your lot in life.” Doom did not feel the need to mention he gave himself parades simply because he was Doom. Without saying anything related to his glorious parades, he continued. “However Doom is gracious in victory and accepts your … humble request of concession with but one condition.”
Reed smiled. That had been easier than he that it was going to be! “Name it, Victor.”
“I shall have one of Susan's Pokemon.”
Susan scoffed. “I worked hard to train these, to think that I would just let you-”
“That's agreeable, Victor,” Richards interjected. “Susan dear, give him one of your Pokemon.”
Sue Storm looked as if she was trying to kill her husband with the look she gave him. After several long seconds she relented and without emotion tossed a Pokeball to Doom who reached out and caught it.
Reed was all smiles. “Our business is concluded then. Until next we meet Victor.” Reed opened a portal to their home dimension and the “Fantastic” Four departed from the land of Kanto.
Doom looked down at the newly acquired Pokeball in amusement. This was four times now that he had liberated a Pokemon from a lesser trainer. Once this world was officially his he would be sure to build himself a statue in tribute to the kindness he displayed towards these poor, unfortunate creatures. That would have to wait for now, the present demanded that Doom check in on Meowth to see how his minion was progressing with the task given to him. Doom would be displeased if Doom's many triumphs since leaving Meowth were dampened by the Pokemon's incompetence at accomplishing a singular task.
Doom knew exactly three million ways to skin a cat, and all of them were extremely painful for the cat.
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