Shuckle: Twitch Plays Pokémon Platinum is starting soon.
Tepig: By the time they see this conversation it'll be over a week old though.
Me: I don't care too much for which starter they pick.
Shuckle: Unless it's a fire type. Those starters never last. (Edit: I am so sorry. I don't even get a lore for this one. Hopefully we won't lose the sunshine Shinx.) (Edit again: On second thought this works perfectly if I combine it with my love of Turtwig. Way to stay on your toes Sharto!)
Tepig: Crud. I'm next.
Me: I suspect they'll go for the Snivy. They'll give me some good material for a story regardless.
Shuckle: One of these days they'll just run out of ideas.
Me: I doubt it. I may actually replace the starting poem one day.
Tepig: If you're opposed to that tell him with a review.
Me: This chapter's going to level off the craziness.
Shuckle: We must have activated Democracy.
Tepig: Is that why you're listening to Boney M?
Me: Yep.
Shuckle: Why am I hearing a Christmas song in summer?
Me: Just trying to bring back the winter.
Tepig: Oh Arceus no.
Shuckle: Sharto doesn't own Pokémon.
Tepig: He probably never will.
Me: Let the fourth chapter begin.
The next few days were somber. As time went on though the new Pokémon returned to a state that Flareon assumed was normal for them.
He suspected that A was more depressed than usual, which was completely natural. Even so she was doing well. Flareon didn't worry about her finding a deep part of the stream anyways.
Exeggcute was just like DUX had said. Six words per sentence. It led to some rather awkward sentences; such as. "Is that logical though . . . you . . . believe?"
Paras was exactly was, once again, as DUX had described. He really did say whatever he was thinking in a conversation. "We came sir from between to Aguav trees at first. I is assigned a northern treck but after hearing whacking signal I – Pecha berry – has to cross stream. Stream not deep, but stream is clean sir."
Flareon didn't like being called sir at first, but he soon figured out that Paras called just about everyone sir. Luckily the rest of them just called him Flareon.
Digrat was quick to get her personality back. She was just as energetic and fun loving as he remembered her.
After a small amount of inquiry Flareon found out that the Gloom, who they called Cabbage, had a dark personality naturally. He had been starting to worry about her since she had still been talking negatively. He was relieved to find that it was natural for her.
Geodude, from what he was told by Paras, had a rather aggressive side. There hadn't really been a chance to display it though and considering type and stat placement, Flareon wasn't going to try bringing it out.
The two other Venonats and Nidorans had what most would consider normal personalities. As with everyone though there was a difference when you got far enough inside. Not that Flareon was halfway to that point though.
Abby and Jay were getting along with the others perfectly. Digrat seemed to be very attached to Jay. Flareon was pretty sure, and Jay had to keep telling himself, that this was because she liked his jokes.
The jokes weren't as constant as they used to be though. Jay had even stopped joking about Flareon's 'relationship' with Abby despite having perfect situations for it. He probably didn't want Flareon to start talking about Jay's relationship with Digrat as a rebuke. Flareon had lost his appreciation for copying when Pidgeot had learned Mirror Move, but Jay didn't need to know that.
Abby had made friends with the others quickly. Her time with Flareon had been cut shorter but that just made the sight of her all the better.
He still hadn't gotten around to telling her. For the first few days it was obvious that he shouldn't tell her, but now he even had all his reasons for not telling her gone. She had plenty of friends to fall back on if it failed. He just couldn't bring himself to try again.
He didn't even know why he couldn't.
DUX was the same as usual. Just keeping to himself most of the time. He did open up to Flareon, though he always watched what he said.
The group was turning out well. They were getting along, getting things done and getting stronger. Once removed from Red's insanity they'd taken off. A seemed to be doing exceptionally well.
It was a bit concerning that she might go through with the poisoning promise she had made the first night. At the same time though it was keeping her mind off of depression.
Flareon just settled for keeping an eye on her.
…..
"He has reached the Elite Four sir."
"Good, and the programmers?"
"On schedule for its release in three years."
"The others?"
"Also on track."
"You are dismissed."
The plan was perfect. One to rule over Kanto and Johto, one for Hoenn, one for Sinnoh. One for everywhere really.
There was no way to know what the teams would be but they were ensured to succeed.
The life of silence was over. Red had only wanted a little power when he found them. He didn't know just what was going to happen.
He couldn't even control himself; the only source of order he had was a fossil. A rather stuck up one too.
One of the experiments was nearly complete and would soon be set into the world. They would surely use the power more efficiently than Red had.
Three years might be a lot to some but if the hive had learned anything from its limitless lifespan it was patience.
…..
It had now been four months since they had found Flareon and the others, approximately anyways. Nidoran didn't keep track of time.
First two months, nothing strange. The next two though . . . were odd.
He knew what was happening but it didn't help the feeling at all. He wasn't the only one feeling it right now either.
Well; he didn't have proof of that but Flareon kept doing the same thing as him, except to someone else.
He couldn't stop thinking of her and when they were assigned jobs together the thoughts practically intoxicated him.
At first he had watched Flareon for tips but it became evident that the silent approach wasn't working. It left Nidoran with only one option. He needed to tell her.
It was easier said than done though. Much easier.
He'd actually been on the verge of telling her a few times. Nidoran always chickened out in the end though.
He was caught up in these thought when a certain someone snapped him out of them. "Are you alright Nidoran?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Cabbage." Nidoran replied.
"Really? It looks like you have something on your mind." She persisted.
"I need to tell you something." Nidoran blurted out suddenly. This was the time he thought. He'd already gotten farther than before.
"Alright." Cabbage replied. She found it strange that he had a fearful look in his face. It seemed excited at the same time though. She'd never seen that look before in all the time she spent admiring him.
How am I supposed to say this? Nidoran thought frantically before saying. "I love you."
"You-you do?" Cabbage asked in surprise
"Yeah."
"You don't want me."
"Why wouldn't I?"
" . . ."
"I'm looking on the inside Cabbage. I don't care what you look like."
Suddenly a flash of light enveloped Cabbage. Nidoran's face went from surprised to happy quickly. She wouldn't have evolved if he'd said the wrong thing.
After the light faded there was only one thing Nidoran could say.
"Wow."
Shuckle: Twitch seems angry.
Tepig: Well stadium just died and Bidoof failed to learn Rollout.
Shuckle: Curse those B spammers.
Tepig: Where were they when Chimchar was released?
Me: They were the ones pressing A.
Shuckle: How do we stop them?
Me: I advise we press X until they get bored or go to bed.
Shuckle: Poor Bidoof's being treated worse than Flareon was.
Tepig: I don't think anyone saw this pairing coming.
Me: I literally got the idea halfway through the chapter.
Shuckle: What in the world was that mysterious part though?
Me: I have some ideas for it.
Tepig: Like what?
Me: 49128273050042787180
Shuckle: No way.
Me: Way.
Tepig: The readers might think they know what you're doing but they don't know the whole thing.
Shuckle: It's going to take a while to get there though.
Me: Quick question readers. Has anyone else done something close to this fanfic?
Shuckle: And would any of this attract Toronto's mayor?
Tepig: He just wants Toronto to know that he's just like them.
Me: Anyways please review.
Shuckle: And don't follow Robert Ford's example.
Tepig: Bye!