Hello, guys! Well. Here's another update... I don't know why, but I'm really excited to write these chapters! Probably because I'm trying something so new... Well, Arceus is completely wasted in the next chapter. It seems like this is going to have more chapters than I first thought... so, hm... Well! Thank you for all that have reviewed so far! You guys rock! You guys rock, like, um, Regirock! (Shot'd)

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"AEIIII!"

Regirock, Registeel and Regice stopped in their tracks at the high pitched cry that met their ears (Debatable). Registeel put up one black hand, a sign to wait, before she stepped forward one uncertain foot down the golden hall. As if one cue, the door just in front of her slammed open and a familiar black, white and red flash exploded out of the other room before zooming down the hall, still screaming.

The three elemental robots stared at the quickly retreating figure, eyes blinking in confusion. Then, Regice, being one to speak and break awkward silences, well, spoke.

"Was that... Darkrai?"

The other two only continued to stare at the place in which the legendary of nightmares had fled. What could possibly dwell here that made a usually proud and strong legendary scream like a little girl? When the door slammed open again, the trio had their metal question answered. A blue, gold and lavender swan-like legendary hovered into the hall, carmine eyes sweeping the area around her in a somewhat insane manner.

"Uh, hi, Cresselia..." Regice said, trying to be friendly despite the fact that the lunar legendary scared the crap out of him. When her crescent adorned head snapped to look at him, the ice type froze (No pun intended. Really) and tried not to start to cry. Burning red eyes glared at the trio with a sense of irrational hate, and Registeel, not liking the fact that the swan could scare her ice type counterpart with only a look better than she ever would, spoke.

"So... You're looking for Darkrai, I presume?"

The glare intensified. "You bet, that damned idiot is going to die. When I get a hold of him I'm going to rip his arms off just like I did his legs!" She spat, eyes burning like molten lava. Regice backed away from her rage and hid behind his rock type counterpart.

"I always did wonder where they went..." Regirock mumbled to no one in general.

Registeel, on the other hand, was confused for the first time in a while. "So tell me... what did he do this time? It must have been pretty bad." It was the truth, she had never seen any legendary, let alone the kind and loving Cresselia look like some rabid, well, animal... He must have asked one of those questions that other females seemed so insulted by. Registeel never did understand it... Or maybe he blew up her island? Or maybe-

"He said good morning!"

Did she just hear the swan correctly?

"He... said good morning?" The steel type echoed, trying to figure out if Cresselia was serious or not. The look she received proved that the lunar legendary was very serious. Dead serious even. "The reason you want to disarm your counterpart is because he said good morning?" She was replied with a venomous nod.

"YES!"

Registeel sighed. "Well... He went that way." She said, pointing in the opposite direction that the dark type had fled to. She received a confused look from both of her counterparts, but she motioned for them to be quiet. The swan only gave a stiff nod before zooming to that direction, giving something that could have been described as a battle cry. "RAWR!"

After he was sure that the psychic type was gone, Regirock turned to look at his counterpart. "You sent her in the wrong direction." He stated, looking for an explanation. The steel type only flashed a few of her maroon eyes, in her motion of a shrug of indifference.

"Darkrai is no use to me dead or armless." She stated before going on her way. "Anyway... I owe it to him. Now let us go." The other two males didn't bother to question what she meant by being in debt to the phantom. They both knew that she wouldn't tell them something if she didn't want to, no matter how much they bothered her about it. It never ended well, anyway. Even then they couldn't help but wonder. Well, Regirock, anyway. Regice had already forgotten and was thinking about freezers.

The hall looked like it was going on and on for ever and ever, as the trio of robots soon realized. On the good side, at least it wasn't those damned stairs. On the minus side, it was really, really, really shiny and bright, which made them feel like they had gone blind. It took literally walking into the doors of the kitchen to make the Regis realize that they had found their destination. At that point Registeel wanted to kill Arceus, Regirock wanted to kill Regice and Regice wanted to watch 'Frosty The Snowman IV'. Again.

Registeel, literally falling into the kitchen, gave a cry of something that might have been happiness. It was very rare for the steel type to be happy in any sense of the word or emotion, so that probably wasn't the case. Maybe she was just relieved that her thirteen eyes didn't feel like they were being deep fried in acid. Regirock, keeping his dignity, walked into the empty room, looking over it in boredom. Regice pranced in, singing some random song that you would probably hear on PBS.

"...So. What do we do?" The rock type asked Registeel, whom was getting to her sturdy legs. She went over to the stove, where some dark brown something was boiling in a pot. She paused, looking at it vacantly before pulling out the bottle filled with the pale blue liquid. Without another word she uncorked the cap, tipped it over and watched in slight boredom as the mystery fluid poured into the other.

"Why do we need to use the entire thing, anyway?" Regice questioned as Registeel threw the bottle into the trash. It was actually a decent question, even Regirock had to agree. Since it was, what, a thousand bottles of beer in one drop? They weren't sure how many drops were in the bottle, but 'a lot' would have been a decent answer...

The steel female gave them a look(?) like they were idiots. "Arceus is a GOD, THE God. I'm going to assume that she has a high tolerance to intoxication. It makes sense." She 'nodded' to herself before exiting the room. "I know Arceus has her daily herbal tea in three minutes. Using this, we'll have to be in her usual room by then so we can fulfill the plan. Got it?" She looked satisfied when the other two 'nodded'. "Good. Now, let's hurry!"

As the trio hurried down the hall towards where Arceus' main dwelling was, Regice spoke, voice low and grateful. "Well... Just so I can get it out... I sure am glad you don't act like Cresselia when she's PMSing, Registeel."

Registeel paused thoughtfully.

"I don't know... It would be VERY useful..."

The other two sweat-dropped.


Oh dear. A rabid swan. Heh, heh... I really do feel somewhat bad for Darkrai. Well, for his legs, at least. It would explain a lot... Ah? No? Oh fine then... Well, expect another chapter soon, seeing as I'm going into update hyperdrive. Whee! Or, better yet, SQUEE! SU out!