New chapter! Man, more research for all these glitches is tiring! So you better enjoy.
My home is nothing like you've seen. It is located in Lavender tower directly underground. It's a pretty scary place, with dead pokemon spirits and all of that stuff. Even a dead mother marowak lurks there! She died trying to protect her child cubone, she said. So I saw a few of my friends, LM4, PoKe, Yellow, and L.
L floated next to me. "Little sis! Where have you been all this time? I was bored in Cinnabar island." He nudged me a little. I groaned.
"Good that too. You treat me like I'm a baby L." I snapped at him.
Yellow knocked into L, her yellow-orange blocks shimmering. "Stop it now L! Your behaving like a gengar and you know it too!" I looked at my older sister, and I was frustrated that she defended me. I could handle myself!
"Aw man Yellow, you're always interrupting my conversations with Missingno."
Yellow shifted her pixels a bit, which meant she wasn't that happy. "I'd leave you alone if you'd just leave her alone. Can't you start a decent conversation without bullying?"
L stood silent for a minute before finally saying, "nope."
M' came next to me. "Hey Missingno.," she whispered, "let's visit LM4 and PoKe a bit."
I nodded quickly, and looking back, I noticed that Yellow and L were still arguing, so took the chance and I escaped with M'.
PoKe is also known as h POKe, but we call him PoKe for short. He's a bunch of pink pixels attached to make a square. While LM4, looking awkwardly like him, had a bunch of silver pixels attached, making a square. You know the snow that goes on tv whenever the signals broken? That's what LM4's pixels look like.
PoKe and LM4 turned around. "Hey there Missingno.! I haven't seen you in a while!" LM4 greeted excitedly. LM4, like M', had a language at first too. Even though the accent was American, his language went... well... sounded like the snow on tv. M' taught him English though. I always wondered that if you put antennas on his head, moved it around a little, you could watch tv a bit.
PoKe had a language what went 'zzzwamzzzbzz.' M's a lifesaver because she also taught him English! How many languages does she know?
PoKe laughed. "Yeah, we've been watching trainers on route 214 all the time. They always find me, but not LM4 here." He tapped him a bit. "But once LM4 is found, WHAM! They never know what's coming!"
We busted out laughing. I just love being with my friends. Then I heard a cry of hellos by our favorite twin question marks, ?! They call themselves Pleea and Tia. They argue so much that it's always entertaining watching them. They're cousin, ??, or Decamark, isn't coming sadly.
"Hi there Missingno. M'. LM4. PoKe." They greeted. The question marks wobbled to sit next to us. I heard Yellow exclaim, "Come in Z4!"
Z4 is another blob of stuff. She is a square thing of yellow pixels. But man, she is outgoing! She's a really awesome friend too.
"All right!" PoKe shouted, "Z4 arrived so we are really going to have some fun!" I love PoKe, erm... not in the sense in 'love,' but you know. He's a true boy, and really easy going. His stupidity always keeps me laughing. Once I dared him to go in front of a trainer and speak human, he did. PoKe taught himself the human language, therefor meaning he scared the noodles off that trainer by saying, "what are you lookin' at?"
Z4 tries to stop PoKe from doing too stupid stuff, since they're kind of opposites. One's a peanut brain, and the other has common sense. Before I could greet her, I heard the clattering of bones, and I groaned.
S.A. and S.K. have arrived, the last of my family. S.K. was laughing because he broke all of S.A.'s bones.
L levitated over. "Hey there bro's! Yellow and little No is over there.
S.A.'s jaws managed to speak. "Nice crib Missing!"
I rolled my eyes. I can't believe my brothers call me a baby, when they probably have no more sense than an un-born child! Scratch that, an un-born child is probably smarter than them!
Good gracious, I think my house will be a wreak once this is over. Aw well... anything to keep my mind off of not being owned by a caring trainer.
