Hello, hello, hello! Thanks for continuing to the next chapter. It means you have some sort of interest in it! Thanks a bunch!

Now then, last time, we met our thirty-four players, separating them into the teams Mystic Mesprit (Furret, Natu, Ampharos, Taillow, Breloom, Corphish, Floette, Zoroark, Mr. Mime, Inkay, Meowstic, Venipede, Skorupi, Dunsparce, Shuckle, Munchlax, and Hippopotas) and Annoying Uxie (Krokorok, Masquerain, Corsola, Lilligant, Lucario, Kricketune, Lampent, Igglybuff, Hoppip, Helioptile, Furfrou, Numel, Spheal, Girafarig, Rampardos, Magmar, and Absol). And now, we'll finally start the first challenge, a classic I'm sure you're all familiar with and may even loathe. Let's go!


"Glad to see you're all in tip-top shape!" Azelf chirped.

Needless to say, all thirty-four of them were still soaking wet, not to mention tired from the thousand mile hike up to the top of the cliff.

Azelf, however, was comically oblivious to this. "Aw, what's wrong? You haven't even gotten through the challenge yet and you're already mad!"

Krokorok was the only one who seemed angry enough to do something about it. He stomped over and grasped Azelf around the neck as tight as he could so that he wouldn't actually suffocate him, despite eighty percent of him wanting to do so. "If you think I'm gonna sit here and let you get away with this, you've got another thing coming."

The host gasped. "Violence against the host! Against the rules! Kywaaaah, help me silver spears!"

There was a moment of stilled silence when nothing happened.

Azelf cursed. "DAMMIT MONOBEAR YOU SAID I COULD USE IT THIS ONE TIME."

Even Krokorok was too confused by this. Slowly, he set the sprite down, letting Azelf float there.

"Okay, look, sorry," Azelf said. "But we really have to get to this challenge now."

Krokorok composed himself, giving a quick sneer before heading back to the others.

Wiping the dirt from his body, Azelf began to announce the challenge. "Okay, it's really simple. See down there?" He pointed down the cliff, where there was water as far as the eye could see. Within it was a small circle of rope and buoys, almost like a safe zone. "That's where you need to dive. The safe zone is the only safe part of it. Dive and get your team a point. The team with the most points wins this part. Any questions?"

Corsola peered down. "Is it fresh?"

"What?"

"Is the water fresh?" She clarified.

"Oh, definitely! We even hired some fresh water Sharpedo to maul you if you don't make it to the safe zone!"

"As long as it's fresh," Corsola shrugged, walking back to her team.

"So, that's all we have to do?" Zoroark asked. "Dive and hope for the best?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Azelf said. "And you don't have to land in the safe zone to get a point. You just need to dive."

"So we could through our entire team down and win?" Magmar asked, almost hungrily.

"Uh... Yeah. Dude, you have issues."

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Zoroark: What an idiot. Obviously, if you hurl everyone down, you'll win the challenge, but then you'll be enemy number one. Then it's bye-bye come the next challenge.

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Azelf clasped his hands together. "Any more questions, or can we finally get through this bout of exposition?"

No one raised their hands or appendages.

With a giddy grin, he said, "Then let's start! Mesprits, you're up first!"

Everyone immediately decided on Corphish to be the first jumper.

"What? Why me?"

"You're a water type," Venipede said flatly.

"Oh yeah." Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped off of the cliff, his radical cheer echoing the entire time until a large splash was heard.

As everyone peered over, Corphish's head bobbed up from the safe zone. "Come on in guys, the water's great!"

"Good enough for me," Taillow shrugged. Flapping his wings, he soared down into the water, hitting the safe zone right in the middle.

His head broke free from the water. "How'd I do?"

"Good," Corphish said. "But maybe you can wait until I get out of the water first, eh?"

As the duo swam to shore, a member of the Annoying Uxie piped up. "That's not fair!" Magmar snorted. "He flew down!"

"All he needed to do was dive," Furfrou growled. "And he did that. Now shut up."

"Dive, you say?" Natu asked. Concentrating for a moment, she was soon enveloped in a dark pink aura, levitating slightly. "Mr. Mime, Inkay, Meowstic. We can just go down like this."

Mr. Mime and Inkay seemed generally pleased, though Meowstic was visibly upset. "Uh, wouldn't that be too easy?"

"I don't see why it can't be," Zoroark added, causing Meowstic to glare at him.

"W-Well, if you're so sure, why don't you go down next?"

Zoroark shrugged, taking a casual step off of the cliff. He landed in the safe zone and walked off, hardly affected by any of this.

"Uh, I'm no physics expert, but shouldn't hitting the water that far away hurt?" asked Breloom.

"It'll be fine," Furret said with a warm smile. "Corphish and Taillow and Zoroark are okay."

"...still. Could someone else go?"

"Certainly," Natu said, both flying and levitating down the cliff. Mr. Mime followed suit, both of them landing in the safe zone.

Skorupi peered down and smiled. "This'll be fun!"

"Seriously?" Venipede asked. "Do you really mean that or are you just being sarcastic?"

Only one way to find out!" said Skorupi, grabbing Venipede and jumping off the cliff with her.

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Venipede: (Is sopping wet, a nasty glare on her face)

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Munchlax: (Walks in, then stops) Uh, are confession cams supposed to have only two walls?

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Dunsparce nudged Shuckle. "You in?"

Shuckle shook his head. "Rock type. Can't."

"Oh, do we have our first chicken on board?" Azelf asked.

"Guess so." He turned to Dunsparce. "Can't do it man. Go on without me."

"No way dude," Dunsparce said. "Bros gotta stick together."

They shared a "fist bump" just as Azelf strapped on Torchic hats to their heads. "Gentlemen, you may take the long hike down the mountain." And so they did.

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Ampharos: Man, that's amazing. They've become so close these pass few hours. Even if we lose this, no way am I voting those two off yet. They've got, like, too good a bond.

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Meowstic: (Beats her head on the wall in frustration)

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"So that's seven jumpers and two chickens. We've still got Ampharos, Meowstic, Inkay, Furret, Breloom, Floette, Munchlax and Hippopotas."

"Uh-uh, no way am I jumping down," Meowstic said, backing up.

"And why not?" Ampharos said, just daring her to say the wrong answer.

"Because... uhm..." She paused, racking her brain for an answer. "...I'll get my fur wet."

"Ex- cuse me?" Ampharos glared.

Meowstic kept her stance, not even recoiling from the Electric type's glare. "You heard me."

"Oh, you're jumpin'."

"Make me!" Meowstic challenged.

And so Ampharos did. She grabbed Meowstic and hurled her straight down the cliff, the Psychic type's screams echoing for eons until they were interrupted by a smack-like splash.

Meowstic bobbed her head out of the water, glaring daggars at Ampharos. Although, there was just a hint of a smirk that was too far away for any of the others to notice.

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Meowstic: (Sighs in relief). That was too close of a bullet I dodged. I gotta get better at hiding this... (Pauses, thinking of a suitable term) Quirk, I guess.

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"That was... kind of mean," Furret said to Ampharos. "Couldn't you have just talked it out with her?"

"Sorry girl, but I'm not letting her throw this challenge because of her fur," Ampharos shrugged. "And hey, I threw her in the safe zone, didn't I?"

"Which must've hurt since it's a thousand feet high," Breloom added. "So, so high..."

"Dude, we're Pokemon," Ampharos said. "We can survive anything. Like this!" With that, she jumped off the cliff, cheering all the way.

"Nine jumpers and two chickens!" Azelf cheerfully announced. "Who's going next?"

"I will!" Floette said. Grabbing her feather, she dove off the cliff and fell.

And fell.

And fell.

And fell.

And—

"Can't you hurry up?" Azelf groaned. "You're not even a foot from the ground!'

Floette shrugged, still floating down. "I can't help that I'm lighter than a feather!"

With another groan, Azelf floated down and snatched the Fairy type up. "Okay, you dove, you get the point, now go."

Floette and her team seemed pleased while the other team seemed visibly upset.

"Yeah, you would complain," Azelf grunted to the Uxies. He turned to the Mesprits. "Ten jumpers and three chickens, so who's—"

"Three?" Hippopotas asked. "Only Shuckle and Dunsparce didn't jump."

"Yeah, I'm kind of assuming you're not jumping either, since you're a Ground type and all."

Hippopotas frowned. "But I'm planning on jumping."

"Then do it."

"Okay, I will."

"Now."

"Fine!" he spluttered, taking a step off of the cliff and started falling. Hitting the water, while unpleasant, did give his team the point.

Munchlax grinned. "If he's going, then I am too! COWABUNGA!" Fueled by his determination, he flung himself off, realizing too late that this was a bad idea. The entire was down, his determined cheer was replaced by screams of terror.

"Alright! Next is—" It was then that Munchlax landed, hitting the water so hard that the splash drenched everyone on the cliff, include Azelf, who was interrupted by the splash. "... you three."

Breloom started physically shaking, which brought on Furret's worry. "Uhm, Breloom?"

His teeth clattering, he stuttered, "H-Huh?!"

"We're going to have to jump soon."

He gulped, peering down the cliff, Seeing just how high he really was finally drove him to run away, screaming like a little girl.

"Three chickens!" Azelf giddily said.

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Breloom: Okay, so maybe I freaked out there. Wouldn't you? I mean, it's so high up and so, so high... so... (Goes into fetal position)

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Furret sighed, stepping off the cliff and landing in the safe zone.

Inkay, being the last one to jump, bounced her way off the cliff. Unfortunately, she bounced too far, and she landed well outside of the safe zone.

Cries of "Inkay!" and "Look out!" were heard as the dorsal fin of a Sharpedo made its was to the unsuspecting Inkay. It came closer... and closer... and closer still, until...

Just as the Sharpedo broke free from the water and bared its many fangs, Inkay turned around, not at all scared of the ferocious beast. Instead, she put on the most adorable face ever seen, one so amazing that putting it into words just wouldn't adequately describe it. The Sharpedo just stared in awe until it gave Inkay a big hug, swimming her to shore.

"...Okay. So, only three on the Mesprits didn't jump," Azelf said. "Can the Uxies do any better?"

"Well, we do have two Water types," Masquerain said. "I'd say we have preferable odds."

"Yeah, that's what they all think. Who's first?"

"If no one else wants to, then I'll go first," Corsola offered. When no one spoke against her, she took it as a cue to dive. She landed safely in the safe zone.

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to Spheal, who took it in stride. "I can do it guys!" She rolled herself off the cliff, landing safely.

With all the Water types exhausted, the Uxies were having trouble deciding just who to send out next. Well, most of them. Furfrou saw the opportunity, and he kicked Magmar off the cliff.

Some were appalled. "Furfrou!" gasped Lampent.

"He irks me," he shrugged.

"You can't get double immunity out of this, you know," Azelf said.

"Who said anything about immunity?"

"Whatever. But that doesn't count as jumping."

Furfrou scowled, a sentiment that was shared by a few others on his team. "What."

"I said you had to jump off, not have someone else kick you off." He gave an apologetic shrug. "Sorry dude, that counts as a chicken."

"Then Meowstic didn't jump either," Numel added. "Ampharos threw her off."

Azelf gave an annoyed sigh. "Fine, Mesprits have four chickens. Happy?"

"No," Furfrou scowled again.

"Perhaps we should calm down," Kricketune said, fluttering over. "We won't be able to enjoy this if we don't calm down! For example, I am calm, so I know this will be fun!" To make a point, Kricketune fluttered off of the cliff, landing in the safe zone with ease.

"Three jumpers, one chicken," Azelf declared. "I'd suggest you go faster, We don't want this to be a three parter."

And so faster they went. Those like Lilligant, Lucario, and Igglybuff jumped down with little complaint. Masquerain and Hoppip simply flew down while Girafarig and Absol fell with their four legs flailing around.

It was Krokorok's turn next. Much to Azelf's surprise, the Ground type actually jumped, and showed no hesitance in the slightest. "Didn't expect that. Okay, so we've got Lampent, Rampardos, Numel, Furfrou, and Helioptile left."

Helioptile peered down the cliff. "Uh, will I be filmed jumping."

"Duh."

"Ah. Well then no, I'm not jumping."

"Wait, what?"

Helioptile shrugged. "Sorry." He took a Torchic hat and walked down the cliff.

Azelf was amazed. "I... I'm amazed."

"Might as well be a good time to say I'm not jumping either," Numel said.

"Dude!" Azelf spluttered. "Your team is winning! You can't just quit now!"

"If we're winning, then it shouldn't matter," Numel said, walking off.

Azelf groaned. "Ugh, whatever. You three, are you jumping?"

Lampent and Rampardos just stared at the ground. Furfrou snarled. "Looks like I'm the only one jumping." With that, he leaped off the cliff.

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Furfrou: We're gonna lose anyway. And even though I have immunity now, I'm not gonna have it later. Might as well do the challenges so no one holds it against me.

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Azelf just glared at the duo. "Guys, you have only three chickens. All you need to do is jump."

Lampent twiddled her appendages. "I-I'm afraid of water."

"And I kind of don't want to sink," Rampardos said.

"Just... Just get off my cliff," he sighed. Once they were all off, Azelf floated to shore, where everyone was gathered. Even Lampent and Rampardos, who seemed to get there quicker than him.

"So, who won?" Zoroark asked.

"Because of four freaking' copouts, you Mesprits win this part of the challenge."

The Mesprits needed while the Uxies groaned.

"This part?" Lucario asked, eyebrow raised.

"Very perceptive!" Azelf said. "Yes, this part. If you'll look behind you, you'll see two crates, one big, one small."

Everyone turned to indeed see two crates.

"How'd those get here?" Taillow asked.

"Don't know, don't care. Now then, I'll need each of you to elect one of your chickens."

"For what?" Taillow asked.

"Dude, stop asking questions. But seriously though, pick a chicken, and they'll have to haul that crate to camp by any means necessary. Mesprits, for winning, you get the small crate. Uxies get the large one. Ready? Go!" With that, Azelf disappeared in yet another cloud of smoke.

Immediately, all eyes from the Uxies turned to Rampardos, who seemed kind of lost. "Uh... What's with all the eyes?"

Krokorok put a firm hand on Rampardos's shoulder. "Alright dude, it's times like these where we new your muscles. Can you do it?"

Rampardos mulled it over. "Well, I was on the wrestling team in high school..."

"You went to high school?" asked Numel, eyebrows raised. "We're Pokemon. We don't go to school."

Krokorok scoffed. "No one cares, egghead. Or would you rather push this crate?"

With a huff, Numel said, "Sports aren't my forte."

"So I'm guessing hard work fits into that?"

"Gee, of course it does. Wow, how smart you must be." The sarcasm was almost venomous.

"Listen here, you little—"

"Enough."

The word alone wouldn't have been enough to stop such a quarrel, but the calm yet firm tone similar to a police sheriff brought everyone's attention to Lucario. Even with this sudden change in attention, his bold stance did not falter, nor did his tone waiver. "This fight is irrelevant. If we really want to win this challenge, we must use our strongest member." He glanced over to Rampardos. "And even then, only if he's willing."

"So, what you're saying is, I gotta push the crate?" Rampardos asked.

"Yes," Lucario said. "Are you up to it?"

Rampardos chuckled, as if the thought otherwise simply amused him. "I once carried a hotel room double my size!"

"A hotel room..." Numel started to say, though Lucario's stare kept the camel silent.

"I can do this guys, don't you worry," Rampardos said.

Lucario turned to the others. "Any objections?"

All were silent.

"Very well. Rampardos, our victory is in your hands."


The Mesprits, however, had a relatively harder time deciding their chicken.

Furret started to clear their options up. "So, it's down to Dunsparce, Shuckle, Meowstic, or..." Her eyes rested over to Breloom, who was still in fetal position. "Uhm. Yeah."

"Obviously, sending out Breloom is a death sentence," Zoroark said, prompting a "Hey!" from Furret. "And Dunsparce and Shuckle don't seem really strong... or having enough incentive to do this."

The party bros shrugged.

As Zoroark and everyone else slowly moved their eyes to Meowstic, she had already been ready to protest. "No way, uh-uh. I don't have any physical strength, especially not as much as those two." She pointed a thumb to Dunsparce and Shuckle.

"She does have a point," Ampharos muttered, not so pleased to actually admit that.

"Hey, hang on," said Floette. "Can't you just use your psychic powers?"

"That's not a bad idea!" Corphish said. "Probably the easiest way, ain't it?"

Meowstic's eyes widened. "No way, I'm not doing it!"

"Oh yes you are," snarled Venipede. "I didn't get pulled off a freaking' cliff for nothing."

"Well, I didn't get hurled off a cliff just so I can do this. Find yourself some other guinea pig, because I'm not doing it!"

"Meowstic..." Natu said, skipping forward. "We don't have any other option. We need you and you alone."

Meowstic stammered before saying, "B-But I ca–won't! I won't!"

Natu just stared, her beady black eyes studying every trace of intent in Meowstic's. Finally, she said, "Fine. There's obviously no reasoning." The avian turned to the rest of the team. "We'll put it to a vote. Whoever wants Meowstic to do this, raise your appendage."

Almost every hand/wing/whatever went up, the only ones not were Meowstic's (for obvious reasons), Breloom's (seeing as he was still in fetal position), and Natu's (given that she felt the need to abstain).

Meowstic, however, fumed. "Fine! If you want me to do it so badly, fine! But don't blame me if it has, like, dumbbells too heavy even for me!"


"What's in these? Dumbbells?"

"Yes," Azelf said simply to answer Rampardos's question. Then he turned to you. "See how original this part is? Aren't I so smart for making it up?"

"Yeah, real smart to be talking to thin air," Numel said, rolling his eyes. Then, suddenly, his mouth closed up tight. "MMPH!"

"No more screentime for you," Azelf snickered, then turned to Rampardos and Meowstic, the two of them in front of their respective boxes, eight at the starting line. "Alright. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."

"Heh heh, butts," Munchlax said, almost dreamily so.

"Uh, yeah. Whoever loses this loses it for their whole team. So, you know, don't screw up. Are we ready?"

Rampardos seemed ready, the previous parts of Azelf's speech not worrying him in the slightest. Meowstic, however, was trembling, though with the straightest of faces she had, it was hard to tell.

"Then let's go!" With a psychic blast up in the air that acted as a flare, the duo began.

Rampardos put all his effort into his push, though that only managed to make the box inch its way forward. His entire team started shouting out either words of encouragement or advice.

"You can do it!" shouted Igglybuff.

"Conserve your energy," said Lucario in that same firm tone.

"Crack some skulls!" yelled Krokorok, which brought the entirety of the cheering to a halt. "Oh, wrong challenge. Gotcha."

With Meowstic, there was equal encouragement, though a noticable lack of effort, at least telepathically. Meowstic pushed feebly at the box, maxing even less effort than Rampardos. She tried everything, from batting at it to kicking it to even trying 'Open Sesame'. Everything except for telekinesis, which everyone was quick to realize.

"Come on!" Ampharos said. "Use Psychic and we win!"

By now, Meowstic was visibly shuddering, all her other options tried and failed. She glanced over to Rampardos, who was halfway across the shore by now, which only amplified her panic.

The cheers had slowly dissolved into anxious shouts, none of them wanting to lose over something like this. "Come on!" "Please, just use Psychic!" "Actually do something!"

Her straight face finally cracked and accompanied her tremoring body with a pained and panicked expression. Her eyes darted from her team to Rampardos and to her box, her breathing becoming even more ragged as her hyperventilating finally reached its max, until...

She slumped to her knees, her head and ears bowed, finally giving up.

The entirety of the Mesprits were too shocked (or in some cases, furious) for words, which was infectious enough to silence the Uxies as well.

Azelf broke the silence with a megaphone. "AND THE UXIES WIN IT!"

Rampardos stood next to his box, tired and panting, for he had finally crossed the finish line.

Immediately, the Uxies erupted into a cheer, while the Mesprits...

Well, the Mesprits simply glared at the cat, who still stayed on the ground, her shoulders heaving ever so slightly.

"Mesprits, I'll see you at elimination tonight," Azelf said, disappearing in yet another puff of smoke.

This elimination, like all that were yet to come, would not be a good one.

No, not by a long shot.


With the torches lit, it hardly seemed like nighttime when all seventeen members crowded inside the area. But the flickering flames brought forth an elevated sense of tension and anxiety.

Azelf stood, levitating a tray of sixteen marshmallows. Rotom stood next to him... doing nothing, oddly. Maybe Azelf just wanted him that because he needed Rotom for every episode.

"Campers," Azelf said, "you're gathered here today because, in one way or another, you done bonked it."

Everyone looked at him oddly as Rotom whispered into Azelf's ear. With a melodramatic sigh, Azelf said, "Fffine. You guys screwed up majorly. But, one of you screwed up the most, and that Pokemon will not get a marshmallow, which is a symbol of safety for you. And, since this is our first elimination ceremony, I felt that it was fitting to invite the other team, so they see just how this works!"

Once Azelf finished, the seventeen members of the Uxies filed in, standing off to the side.

"What? Why?" Taillow asked.

"I... just said why. Dude, you need to listen." Azelf cleared his throat and continued. "So, you've all cast your votes, which you won't be seeing because we totally have enough confessionals this episodes, yup, totally. So, those of you with no votes is.. actually, everyone but Breloom and Meowstic."

"What? Why me?" both of them asked at the same time.

"Let's find out! Marshmallows go to Ampharos, Corphish, Dunsparce, Floette, Furret, Hippopotas, Inkay, Mr. Mime, Munchlax, Natu, Shuckle, Skorupi, Taillow, Venipede, and Zoroark." He flicked marshmallows at the fifteen mentioned Pokemon.

Breloom and Meowstic sat there, both of them equally nervous.

"Breloom and Meowstic," said Azelf. "Each of you have a reason for being in this spot. Breloom, you totally sissied out. Meowstic... dudette, you done bonked it."

Rotom started to whisper in Azelf's ear again, but Azelf pushed him away. "Now, one of you has lost by a landslide. Like, thirteen to four."

"What?" Taillow asked. "Then what's with all the suspense?"

"Excuse you, I am trying to create quality television for our viewers, and also quality words for our readers." He took a deep breathe to compose himself, then exhaled. "The final marshmallow of the night goes to..."

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"Oh thank Mew," Breloom breathed, catching the marshmallow.

"Ew, Mew," Azelf said. "Sorry Meowstic, you're... Meowstic?"

Meowstic's head hung down, her shoulders heaving once again. But this time it was different. This time, she was... Laughing?

She started erupting in a torrent of laughter, showing no signs of dying down. After eons, she was finally able to speak. "Nice. Real nice. You'd get rid of me. Well, let me tell you guys something. You've just lost your power player!"

"A power player who can't play," said Furfrou.

"Furfrou!" Lampent gasped. "That was rude!"

"So is throwing a challenge just because she doesn't want to use her Psychic powers."

For one short, fleeting moment, Meowstic looked surprised, almost confused. Then she composed herself, gaining a proud expression. "Yeah, you're absolutely right!"

"Disgraceful," sneered Furfrou.

"Meowstic, the newly rebuilt Dock of Shame awaits," Azelf said, motioning his hand over to the dock that now had "super tubular" railings.

Meowstic, with a stance proud enough to fit others of her species, strided her way to the awaiting boat. But just as she disappeared from view into the darkness of the night that the boat resided in, a voice stopped her. "Hey, wait!"

Meowstic turned around, just able to make out the form of... "Ampharos?"

Ampharos gave a sort of cocky grin. "Listen. I know you didn't throw the challenge, the same way you didn't want to jump off that cliff just because of your fur."

Meowstic's heart skipped a beat. Did she... know?

"I don't know why you didn't do this," Ampharos continued, causing Meowstic to exhale her breathe that even she didn't know she was holding. "But I do know that it's something you can't say. So, unless I'm wrong, which I seriously doubt..." She held out her flipper-like hand. "I just wanna wish you luck."

Meowstic just stared at the hand, wide-eyed, until she finally cracked a smile. "You too," she said, grasping the hand and giving a firm shake. With a final smile, Meowstic boarded the boat, and the boat sailed, soon disappearing from view.

Furret walked up to Ampharos, confused at the whole ordeal. "I don't understand. I though you didn't like Meowstic."

"I didn't," she admitted. "But no one throws a challenge and then cries about it, don't'cha think?"

Furret nodded idlely.

"She's still a good Pokemon, and that's enough for me," Ampharos finished, putting her arms around the back of her neck. "Ah, I'm hungry. Want some food?"

"Yeah," Furret nodded, and as she and her new friend walked over to the mess hall, she caught sight of Breloom, the Grass type still savoring the sight of his marshmallow. And suddenly, Ampharos's words made a little more sense.


Votes: 4 Breloom (Meowstic, Mr. Mime, Natu, Ampharos); 13 Meowstic (everyone else)

Eliminated: Meowstic

A/N: And there goes the most interesting character I'll ever write for. But don't worry. Her story isn't nearly over yet. Why, some say it's just beginning. No one says it's in the middle.

So, we've got some plotlines right now! Furret/Breloom and Helioptile's little gag come to mind, and we've got lots of friendship duos like Venipede/Skorupi (even if Venipede doesn't like it), Masquerain/Corsola, Munchlax/Hippopotas, and Shuckle/Dunsparce (best party bros ever).

Thanks to everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited/read/knows of the existence of this fic. Seriously, it's you guys who make this whole thing possible.

And sorry if some characters have more screentime than others. They'll each have theirs soon enough.

NEXT TIME: "The Big Sleep" Yet another by-the-book challenge as the remaining thirty-three participate in the thing we call the Awakeathon. Yeah. Stifle your screams, NoCo fan girls, this ain't happening.

Criticism is obliged! See ya!