Oh, and for the record… a few things:

1. I hope you guys realize the title is absolutely irrelevant to this story now. It don' mean NOTHIN', an' it never will. Keeping it for the sake of familiarity, and I have nothing better.

2. I have a feeling this story is going to be a bit more serious from this point on, considering I was slapped in the face with a plot all of a sudden… not really serious… more like less crack-y. Only a little.

3. Thank you Polodo… consider yourself idea jacked. But seriously. I read your review and went, GRACIOUS, THAT IS GENIUS. So… thank you. (Hope you don't mind. :)

5. This may be dumb. But that's okay. It's fanfiction.

Okay. ENOUGH OF THAT. Here… we… go!

"Hey—," Gazzy said. Everyone turned to him. "Where's Angel?"

And, lo and behold, the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!11!1!" Max yelled, dropping to her knees and shaking her fists at the sky.

Fang sighed and glanced at Zelda. "We should probably come in."

She nodded and stepped aside, waving everyone in to the house while Max took five more minutes to clutch the ground on all fours and cry out to the heavens, "WHY ME? WHYYYY?"

Meanwhile…

Try something else, a voice whispered.

Lucario jumped slightly, and looked manically about him for the owner of the voice. He would have been angry and gone off on whoever it was for intruding his meditational me-time on the roof, if he could have seen them.

But curiously there was no one to be seen. Not by the average naked eye, anyway.

He closed his eyes as they flashed gold and used that Aura thing to find the trespasser of peace and quiet. Still, he couldn't find a single other soul on that roof.

Now he was alarmed. He opened his eyes and braced himself.

"Show yourself," he said tightly. It was silent for a moment. The wind and the steadily lowering sun seemed to still as well.

Do not fear. I… uh… I am part of you. Yes, that's right…I'm in your mind. I am your subconscious.

"Oh… wow. These new meditation methods must really be working…" Lucario murmured, not loosening up.

Oh, yes. They have. It's about time you've discovered your true power, isn't it?

"Ah… what?" True power?

Yes. You—we—have so much potential… have you tried anything new lately?

"Like… a new brand of scented candles?"

The Voice seemed to sigh. No. Not like a new candle brand. Like a new ability. Teleportation, perhaps?

"No…"

Do it.

"I don't know… how can you be sure I've developed this… 'ability'?"

Well, I'm you, aren't I?

"I suppose so," he said uncertainly. He was no longer stiff or preparing for an attack. Normally, Lucario would be more suspicious of this new development—this Voice—but some strange quality of it made him more agreeable. He felt… sleepy, almost. In a strange lull where he still retained his consciousness.

Like hypnosis, he realized.

As soon as he had that thought, it was as if a bomb went off inside his head. Well, figuratively. It was an explosion of pain. Not gore.

"Ahhhhh!" He crouched on the ground and held his head tightly, making whimpering noises he didn't know he could make. It was white hot, hideously expanding pain. Death would have been lovely at that moment. Actually, he might have thrown himself off the roof if he could have moved.

Suddenly, blissfully, it stopped. He didn't move out of plain fear that it would happen again.

"What was that?" he wondered in shock, beginning to feel numb.

It will happen again if you do not comply, the Voice said.

"No, no. No need for that. I'll do it. What do you want?" he said, rapidly losing his will to the Voice and desperate to avoid that awful pain.

Suddenly a picture flashed in his mind. Six winged kids, all distinct from each other, and a small black dog. He idly wondered at the dog.

Bring them here. Focus.

Obediently, Lucario closed his eyes and focused on the image of the strange kids. He was startled when he found them. It was almost like he was there with them, all together. They were split up, but somehow he saw them all at once.

Pull them towards you, the Voice instructed.

He did so. He pulled with something in his heart, it seemed… something deep inside him. It got harder and harder, as if they were pulling back in a game of tug-of-war, but suddenly there was almost click somewhere, and they were gone.

He was pretty much drained at that point, and completely subjected the will of the mysterious Voice in his head.

Good. You've done it.

Angel threw a glance behind her. She didn't have much time before they started looking for her. It was kind of funny what she got away with.

There had been a huge, open window a small ways from the door. She couldn't resist.

Angel had glanced around suspiciously, and then carped that diem.

She sprang into action, reminiscent of a majestic sparrow or something, she liked to think. She practically flew to the window—heh, get it? Flew… whatever—and hopped inside, immediately sprinting up the stairs.

In any case, she wasn't planning to do any real harm. Just on teaching that pink, frilly beast a lesson.

Angel began cackling to herself as she ran, searching for Peach. She passed a couple of monkeys, a cool-looking blue bird, and a girl with a blue jumpsuit and a blonde ponytail, but that was pretty much it.

"Where in the heck could that tackily dressed demon possibly—"

Something knocked into the little girl. It not only rammed into her side and sent her tumbling. No, the missile grabbed her, wrapped a firm arm around her middle, and clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. She was whisked into a nearby room so fast, she had no time to respond.

And with her reflexes, that was impressive.

She struggled violently in the dark room as she another set of arms struggled to suppress her.

In the end, though, her kidnappers won and had her strapped tightly down to a chair.

"Don't worry, kid. This is just until you fall asleep," a silky voice murmured with mock comfort.

Someone laughed shortly and then a dim light clicked on. She was in some kind of dusty den with heavy, dark curtains and furniture that may have belonged to a confused old lady.

But more pressingly, her abductors stood away from her, blocking the door. One looked just Link except, he had red eyes, he was grinning, and he was… well, black. Angel remembered Gazzy fighting this guy on his game once. Dark Link.

The other one was an incarnate of Sonic the Hedgehog. He was black too… he was Shadow, she believed.

Standing next to them was a stark contrast to their black and evil appearances.

It was a little ball of pink with a swirl of hair/fur on its head and big blue eyes.

"Jigglypuff?" she asked in confusion despite her steadily growing terror.

They laughed and the fluffy thing approached Angel and opened its mouth.

It began to sing, and before she knew it, Angel was knocked out.

MAN! I am on a roll… ^_^

Thanks for reading. This is fun again. Again for your lovely reviews and story alerts and such. It's just great. :)