Special thanks to Miplets, AGuyWithGreatSkills (Noskils, grumble grumble) and Flamer! The four new characters were given to me by them!
As we slowly reached home, I saw the window in front of me roll down. Behind it was a black charizard morph. In the navigator's seat was a charmeleon morph.
"Dad, who are these?" I asked, kind of timid.
"The Charizard is Flare, and the Charmeleon is his son, Flint," My dad said, a little bit of pain in his voice.
"Any reason why?" I asked, an eyebrow quirked.
"He reminded me of one of my 'friends' from the dream. To be honest, he's also a really good cook, and his son is great at cooking," My dad said, a thoughtful look on his face.
My willingness to continue the subject stopped there. I finally realized how hungry I was. With my stomach growling, I looked down sheepishly. I then heard Flare chuckle.
It was a hearty, friendly chuckle.
"Don't worry, I've planned tacos tonight," he said.
"I've got all the ingredients you might need," my dad added on.
"Including red bell pepper?" Flint said.
"Yea, even red bell pepper. How you know about that food is beyond me though," my dad said.
"You don't want to know," Flare said, chuckling. Flint then looked sheepish.
"Daaaaaad! It wasn't like that!" Flint whined.
Flare just scoffed. My dad gauffed. I then coughed.
"Away from," I coughed, "More personal subjects,"
"Don't worry, he'll be sleeping out in the room next door to you. Flare will be sleeping next door to me," My dad said.
I sighed.
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We had finnaly reached home.
It was covered in toilet paper.
Flare and my dad quickly went out of the car and started surveying the house.
"I thought the sign said private property!" My dad yelled in frustration.
"The kids over at the school don't listen to the rules," Flint said.
"No kidding," I muttered.
"Sir, I can burn this," Flare said.
"Don't. There is another way I can deal with this," My dad said, concentrating.
In a white flash of light, the toilet paper vanished.
"Where'd you send it?" I asked.
"Sent it...To the school," My dad panted. I then heard Flint gasp.
"What is it?" I quietly asked.
"The house," Flint trailed off quietly.
I looked to the house, only to find it covered in green and red graphiti.
I then went inside the house.
I almost puked.
Inside the house were eggs, rotten bread, clothes, and many, many cans of beer. Some were broken, some weren't.
"Don't look," I said, an green look overshadowing my normally silver coat.
When Flare looked in, his eyes went wide. He then pulled out a phone.
When Flint looked in, he quickly went to a nearby bush and puked.
My dad did nothing as he looked in.
"Hello? Is this the authorities? Yes, I'd like to report a break-in and vitalization," Flare said, sternly.
A small reply came from the other end.
"Come to 116 Hill-way drive, and you'll see the damage," Flare said.
A small gasp came from the other end. Then a groan.
"You suspect he did it? Oh boy," Flare said.
"Did John do it?" Flint asked.
"Yes," My dad deadpanned, startling everyone.
"God-darned bloody hooligans coming to my bloody house and fucking it up," My dad cursed.
"His dad owns the school," I said, nervously.
"Yea, we all know. We also all want to give him a kick in the rear, but according to law, we can't fire him for something his kid did," Flint sternly said.
I slowly went in the house. I then heard a loud groan. I rushed upstairs to see a Luxray morph.
"Dad! Someone's up here! He's hurt!" I yelled. I then heard loud footsteps.
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POV: Ty
I heard Cassandra yell something.
"Dad! Someone's up here! He's hurt!" She yelled. I instantly ran to the house, and ran upstairs, careful not to step on one of the eggs.
When I got there, I gasped.
Laying on the floor was a Luxray morph.
I felt a flashback come to me.
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Time seemed to go back to normal as Skills ran away, and his parents came to the child, him breathing, but barely conscious. I noticed Arceus walking into the room, coming nearby and taking his brother, leaving me to the room.
I then heard footsteps.
"What," I heard a familiar voice say.
All too familiar as it came from Skills.
"I'm...Sorry..." I mustered out, overcome by Skills looking from me to the memory.
"This was a secret I wanted to take to the grave," He said, looking away. I then saw tears fall from his normally cheerful face.
"Do you know what this means?!" He shouted. I flinched.
"You said the truth is the best, but you don't know what we have gone through," He shouted, tears flowing from his eyes in a mix of sadness and anger.
I looked away and said nothing, knowing my own troubles would hurt him more.
"And you know what Ty?" I heard him say.
"Yes?" I said, my voice almost caught in my throat.
"FUCK YOU!" He roared, footsteps following the voice of my friend.
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Tears ran down my face as I realized who it was.
"No," I muttered.
I quickly scooped up the Luxray morph and ran.
I didn't care if I slipped.
I didn't care if it was a dream.
Friends and family are too important to forget.
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POV: Cassandra
I watched my dad start crying, and then scooped up the Luxray morph like he was a friend who was about to die.
"Dad! Wait!" I said. I then slipped on an egg yoke, making my shoe dirty and making me land on someone's underpants.
"Eww," I muttered. I then followed my dad to the medical bay.
When I got there, I saw that my dad was hooking up everything to the Luxray, even donning a doctor's uniform.
"When did you become a doctor?" I asked.
"Fourteen years in training," My dad deadpanned. He then pointed to a few framed documents. There were many, including a degree allowing him to do reconstructive surgery.
"Do I want to know?" I asked.
"Probably not," he answered.
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Meanwhile, outside
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POV: Flare
I just couldn't believe that some kid would want to mess up Ty's house?
Of course, listening to Flint gave me an idea of who this was.
"Dad, he's just a really big bully! He's a snob and he makes fun of you just to get a few laughs," Flint complained.
"Run-of-the-mill bully," I answered simply. Flint was about to say something, when I heard sirens.
"Shhh! The cops are coming," I whispered to him. He nodded.
The blue car in the front came out and parked on the hill nearby. He slowly walked down to us.
"So is this the damage?" He asked.
"Yes," I relied simply. He then took down a few notes on the notepad he had out.
I then noticed multiple squads of policemen come up and investigate the damage.
"Do you know who caused it?" He asked.
"A student named John," I answered. He then groaned.
"This guy again? This is the fifth time in the last two months!" He growled.
"Someone's gotta' get the kid something to do besides ruin people's stuff," One of the police officers said.
"Where is Ty?" the police officer in front of me asked.
"He went inside, and for some reason, hasn't come out," I answered.
"Probably cleaning up the house with a non-existent broom," the officer joked.
We all laughed.
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POV: Ty.
Why'd I'd be cursed with this, I don't know.
The Luxray's name was Hugh, and I honestly didn't know how to respond to that.
"Can I get up?" He asked tiredly.
"Sorry, you've gotten your ribs bruised a bit. It'll take a while to heal," I answered with a smile.
"More time away from my parents," He said before laying his head on the bed, soon falling asleep.
I went through the door, carefully closing it so it didn't creak. I then shut the door, and sighed.
"How's he doing?" Cassandra said, startling me.
"Don't do that!" I said, clutching my chest.
"You do it to me!" She said, playfully nudging me.
"Alright, alright," I said.
"So is he staying with us?" She asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Does he have parents?" Cassandra asked. I then flinched.
"He has 'parents' but not parents," I said sadly.
"Who are his 'parents'?" Cassandra asked.
"Two of the worst scumbags on earth," I answered.
"Who are they?" She asked.
"Michel Friar and Christina Friar," I answered, the words dripping off my tongue with venom.
"Those arn't his real parents," Cassandra pointed out.
"They died in a car crash, and were good people," I said.
"Maybe he could live with us," Cassandra said. She then meeped, blushing.
"Don't worry, It won't be like that," I said, playfully nudging her. She seemed to relax, but was still blushing.
"How...How are you going to get him here?" She asked, still blushing.
"I'm a layer in every region, remember?" I said with confidence.
"Sir, it's time for Cassandra and Flint to go to school," Flare said.
"See you at school sweetie," I said.
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POV: Cassandra
I was still blushing when I got into the car to get to school. Flare noticed my blush and chuckled.
"Oh boy, getting' the beginnings of puberty to set in?" He asked. I then meeped, slowly coming down to a small shy voice.
"Don't worry, I bet you'll find a great boyfriend," Flare said, making me slowly calm down.
"But you can't guarantee it," Flint said. I then blushed harder, hiding my face behind my hair.
"Flint!" Flare snapped.
"What, I was just being honest," Flint said.
I just whined softly, a large blush on my face.
When we got to school, I noticed a group of people kicking someone. I quickly got out of the car.
"You miserable little cunt!" One of the people yelled, kicking the person.
"Please, stop!" The person yelled.
I wasn't ready for Flint to jump over my head and kick all of the people away. He then brushed his nose, taking a Kung Foo stance.
"That was a warning," He said.
"Look, freaks helping freaks. It's like they're multiplying!" one of the kids yelled.
"Let's get out of here!" another yelled. They all scrambled off to their multiple classrooms.
I looked down to see a Torcoal morph on the floor, battered and bruised.
"Need a hand?" I asked.
He took my hand, and slowly got up with me.
"What's your name?" Flint asked, slowly coming over.
"My name's Ραcο," The Torcoal morph said.
"We best start getting to class," I said, looking at my watch.
We ran to our first period class, soon getting there before the tardy bell.
"Ah, there you all are," Mr. Keith said.
"Sorry, we had a problem with bullies," Flint said.
"Those lot again? I really need to talk to the superintendent," Mr. Keith said, shaking his head.
"Yea, them again," Ραcο said.
"Get into your seats, I thin we are going to have a new student," Mr. Keith said.
We all waited until the door opened.
My dad was there, looking happy.
I was puzzled until Hugh came into the room.
It was going to be a long day.
A lot of words, I know. But hey, what do you get for about two days of writing?