A/N: Woo! This story's back!

Grace's PoV

I rubbed my head after I went back to sleep. I walked over to the fridge and took out some chocolate ice-cream. I lightly kicked the door shut and teleported to my math class. I didn't care if I was ten minutes late, so I just walked on the ceiling and sat down on my upside-down desk. Aron sat down next to me to the left. As I opened the tub of ice-cream and started eating, Aron looked up at me.

"Grace, you know you're not allowed on the ceiling during class."

"Screw the rules! Imma Giratina!" I exclaimed as I ate the ice-cream whole - box and all.

"Aw, Grace! That's disgusting!" Aron gagged.

"Pfft! No it's not!" I argued as I drank chocolate milk.

Aron used Psychic and suddenly splash the milk on my face. I whimpered and started crying.

"Oh, Grace, I'm sorry." Aron whispered as he went up to the ceiling to hug me.

"What's going on up there?" Matt asked.

"Aron wet me with chocolate milk!" I sobbed.

"…Dude, you just made the principal's daughter cry!" Matthew, Matt's son, scolded.

"I've done it before! She didn't cry last time." Aron argued.

I broke into a run out the door, still crying, while eating cake. I bolted to my room, made a portal to the Distortion World on the floor and jumped in.

Hamony's PoV

As I filed papers, I felt a shiver down my spine. I only got that whenever someone went into the Distortion World, but only me, Grace, and my mom can access it. Mother is too busy to even go there, and I was filing papers, so I deduced that Grace did it…That only meant one thing.

Grace has gone insane.

Knowing that Aron sits next to her, I pondered if he saw whatever happened to Grace to make her snap. I teleported right behind him and when I saw the spilled milk, I growled out a "My office. Now." and we walked there.

"Look, Har-Har, I'm sorry. I did that before and she just laughed with me." he apologized.

"That's because it was just a few drops. This was a full glass…Ever since we lived in the Distortion World, we survived on nothing but cotton candy and chocolate milk. She was sick of it, but learned to appreciate it…She hasn't cried that much since I forced her to abandon her egg in the Ruins of Alph." I explained.

"Wait. You're saying Grace had a child?!" Aron yelled.

"Yes. The same way I made her. Asexual reproduction."

"Why would you do such a horrible thing?" he asked in a sickened way.

"Do you seriously think we had time to feed another mouth?! We could barely feed ourselves! I had no choice!" I yelled.

"You made her reproduce in the first place! You did have a choice!" he countered.

"She did it on her own!" I countered.

"…I misunderstood…I'm sorry for accusing you. Harmony." he muttered.

He left and came back with a maniacally giggling Grace. She laughed bloodcurdlingly loudly and insanely while her eyes twitched. Aron quickly kissed her and she almost instantly snapped out of it.

"What the heck, Aron?! What would Whitney say?" she scolded.

"…I liek turtlez!" I blurted out.

A turtle made of aura appeared on my shoulder and I started playing with it.

"…Aw crap. I like more than one girl." Aron muttered.

"Who's the other girl?" I asked.

"…You and Grace."

I almost dropped the turtle and Grace spat out the water that she was drinking.

"What the French toast?!" we both yelled at the same time.

"I think I should go." Aron muttered as he left.

Mirage's PoV

As I was exploring the school at Lavanya's request, I noticed a Lucario walking to his room. I phased through the wall and saw him lie down on his bed, deeply troubled. If memory serves me correctly, he must have been Aron, Whitney's fiance. Lavanya gave me the details in brief before she headed to class. Though I ponder why they would be in the afternoon rather than in the morning.

"Umm…Sir Aron, dost thou wish to celebrate All Hallows Eve alongside my specter brethren in the library?" I asked.

"Not now, Mirage. I'm thinking." He sighed. "Okay but you owe me."

T'was odd how he knew my name, but I decided to not question it. As I faded through the walls and traversed to the library, Aron was already there.

"Well that was rather posthaste." I muttered to myself.

"Sorry…Been having a rough day." he mumbled.

"What troubles you?" I asked.

"I'm with Whitney, but I like other girls." he sighed.

"My my my. Having an affair, are you? From the looks of it, you are also infatuated with the principal and her daughter." I said slyly.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"I can read you like a book…Like the one I live in." I said with a smile.

"I offered you a room. You should take my offer." he grumbled.

I honestly had no idea what he was babbling about. I haven't even met him and now he thinks he offered me a room? Again, I decided to not question it, rather I decided to play along with it. Besides, my book is rather comfortable, thank you ever so kindly.

"Aron, I am a phantom. I will simply phase through." I grumbled.

I dusted off my hat and dress while fiddling with my necklace and looking at purple, pink, and red lipstick.

"I cannot decide." I whispered.

"Try purple. I makes you look cute." he suggested, blushing as he did so.

"I am the hostess. I must look presentable, but I do not wish to lure any...lustful behavior…If you understand my meaning." I explained.

"Then you should probably use red." he advised.

"Very well then. Red it is." I commented.

"So, um…H-How many people are gonna be here?" he asked with a blush.

"It depends on how many were invited." I replied.

"Oh…Well…Do you need a date?" he inquired.

"And you inquire that because? Furthermore, why would I need a mate to accompany me to a celebration that I am hosting?" I asked snippily.

"I-I never said anything about a mate!" he said nervously.

"Different name, same fate." I muttered to myself.

T'was futile as he heard me and he froze in place. Again, I chose to not question it, but it I had to hypothesize, he may have just been confused by my form of speech. I sighed and I began to write what I said in the present day Enlgish on a piece of parchment. Not from a book, mind you. Just an oddly and conveniently piece of parchment. I think they're called "paper" nowadays…Dear sweet Arceus I sound old.

"Now do you understand?" I asked as he finished reading.

He merely blushed and nodded.

"Why must you blush constantly?" I groaned.

"B-Because I think I have a crush on you, too." he responded with a stutter.

The nerve of him! Tis no wonder why he wanted to offer me a room and why he suggested a mate! He wants to be my mate! The thought of such mollycoddling made me flush and the embarrassment of it all made me cover my face with my own hat to regain whatever shreds of composure I had left.

"I'm sorry. Should I leave? he inquired.

"Well you have a class at this very minute, do you not?" I responded while still covering my face.

"Yes but I have permission to miss class whenever I want." he answered.

How can you possibly have permission to abandon you studies at your whim?! I thought.

I sighed inwardly and made up my mind as to drop the subject and converse in some other topic.

"…I ponder whether or not I can eat considering I have lived in a book in my afterlife, if that makes any sense." I muttered.

"Just turn into a solid form. All Ghost Types can do it."

"…I would ask how, but I seemed to have done it when I was fiddling with my necklace." I mused.

I put my hat back on my head and I curiously stared at my own breasts.

"Apparently my breasts have increased significantly in size since my death. Not by much, but my brassiere is ready to burst…" I mused again. "I must now go on a quest of utmost stealth to purchase more suitable undergarments! Tally ho!" I shouted to myself.

I dove into the floor only to pop back up a mere moment later to ask where the market was, if they were even called that anymore. After a brief conversation that went absolutely nowhere as per where I would be able to purchase clothing, I hovered by to my book and poked at it. A Haunter popped out and needless to say, for once, I was legitimately taken aback. I gave a slight scream and attempted to slap him.

"What the devil is wrong with you?!" I shouted.

"Lighten up, toots. So, the party's at midnight, right?" the Haunter asked as he knew who I was. A possible eavesdropper if Lavanya has told Whitney about it.

"Correct. You can come earlier, if that is your desire." I replied.

"Speak English, woman!" he exclaimed as he rolled his eyes.

"Pardon? Does it look like I'm speaking in another language?!" I snapped.

"By English, I meant present day English, not your fancy shmancy English." he growled.

"You guys sound like a married couple!" a voice shouted from above.

It was Ariana, the deceased Ariados Lavanya saw through the Silph Scope. My recent awakening led me to my desire for companionship and Ariana and I didn't really make the best first impressions what with me and my abnormal speech and her son Adam who kept screeching and spitting out webbing. It was awkward to say the least.

Meanwhile, Aron was glaring at the Haunter. He asked him whether or not he had fifty bucks. I was unsure what in the world he meant by that, and as I was trying to understand this terminology, the Haunter pulled out some money out of my dress.

"Did you just reach up her dress and took her 1970's wallet?" Ariana scoldingly readdressed.

"Which one? The one in my back pocket or -"

"The second one." the Haunter replied.

I turned brick red and I was too embarrassed to be infuriated. Aron took the wallet and gave it back to me.

"What's the second one?" he asked curiously.

"The…The one in between my breasts." I answered meekly as I reddened even more and smacked the Haunter with my hat.

Aron glared at him, growled, and incased him in a cube of aura. I merely looked back at my breasts.

"If it make you feel better, I didn't really oull it from her massive rack. I just warped my own money into my hand and pulled it out just to prank you!" the Haunter confessed.

I looked into my wallet, counted my money, and to my surprise, everything was there. I suppose he wasn't lying after all.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Aron growled.

"Aren't you?" the Haunter sneered.

"I have permission to leave or miss class whenever I please. You, though, do not." Aron said coldly.

"It's called volunteering for setting up the party." the Haunter muttered.

"You volunteered?" I inquired.

"I may be a bit of a jackass, but -"

"I will not tolerate profanity, Phil. I'm not talking about verbal profanity. I'm talking about physical profanity." Aron scolded.

"I didn't even do it! I just made it look like it!" Phil whined.

"Did he touch your breasts?" Aron asked me.

"No. Why? Do you wish to touch them?" I asked sarcastically.

Aron blushed again and his lack of concentration made him release Phil. He blushed harder and he froze in place again. I sighed and I smacked him with the back of my hand which made him sink back into reality.

"Can I make a request, Aron?" I asked.

"Um…Sure." he said slowly.

"Is it possible that you can make me a necklace to translate my form of English to present day? I'll be sure to reward you." I added.

"Yeah. I'll make you the attachment." Aron said cheerily.

He raised his hands and three-dimensional blue prints made of aura appeared out of thin air. He moved his hands about and a small red sphere materialized and her hooked it up to my necklace.

"…You sure this'll work?" I asked.

"Well by the looks of it, it did! You're speaking normally and using contractions!" Phil exclaimed.

"Does this thing have an off switch?" I asked.

"No…So, um…What's my reward?" Aron asked excitedly.

I merely kissed him on the cheek…Or at least I attempted to. I noticed that something was going on in Aron's brain and he finally spoke up.

"I'll let you sleep in my room. I'll take the couch and you can take my bed." he said.

"Can I take my book?" I asked.

"No. You're leaving it here and this is no longer an option. You're sleeping in a bed from now on. If I catch you sleeping in it, there will be punishment." he said harshly.

So that's what the thinking was about! He want me to abandon my book and for me to sleep in a bed. But for what? My book is more fitting what with me being a Ghost Type! I thought.

"Punishment? Like what?" I asked.

"You could give me money." he suggested.

"I don't have any money!" I lied.

"So you just carry around two wallets for fun?" Ariana asked.

"What? The money is practically worthless in this point of time! I'm pretty sure they're dust by now!" I exclaimed.

"Considering you have a 1970's wallet, helped construct the school, and helped developed the Silph Scope in 1996, you were probably in your twenties when you died." Phil deduced.

Aron teleported my wallets into his hand and opened them.

"Hay pennies and two dollar bills? These things are priceless!" Aron exclaimed gleefully.

"Hey! Those are mine! That's my allowance!" I whined.

"You go in your book, I get the money in your wallets." he stated.

"Dude, you're being too tough on her. That book is like a second home to her!" Phil barked.

Aron gave it some thought and sighed as if to reconsider.

"Fine. No punishment. Just promise me you won't go into your book, okay?" Aron sighed.

In a few minutes time, Aron and I were in his room watching a film about a man having Lady Arceus' powers for a week. I merely ate marshmallows and these triangle striped candies called caramel corn. My stomach did not agree with me on that.

After the movie was over, I smell this odd aroma. It seemed to be coming from Aron, and as I floated away from him, turning transparent in the process, he growled in discomfort. In a split-second's action, he used his aura to lock me into a physical form and started tearing my dress off in an attempt to rape me. I wasn't sure whether or not this was his true intention or it was Lucario mating season, but I couldn't care less about his mating troubles.

I broke free and turned transparent again while fleeing back into my book with whatever shreds of dignity I had left. I was semi nude, my burial dress was torn, and my recent companion attempted to violate me. To make matters worse, the dress belonged to my mother!

I scribbled a note, attached it to my hat, and poked it out of the dimensions of the book. I sighed, materialized some sewing utensils, and began to sew up my dress in a forest. It took me a while, but I finally managed to perfectly repartee it.

As I put on my newly repaired dress, I heard whimpering and crying. I floated to the source of the sniffling and it was Aron!

"Aron, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm useless and I screw everything up!" he cried out.

"That's not true." I stated in attempt to console him.

"Oh yeah? I ruined your dress, almost raped you and Whitney, and I ruin people's lives! Nobody likes me. I'm an emotional mess." he sobbed.

I was left with no other choice than to leave him there as he obviously wanted to be left alone. I floated off to the library and Phil recently decorated it with streamers. The bookshelves were goon and replaced with tables with an assortment of treats and goodies as well as cake.

Hours went by and the party went swimmingly. Lavanya and Whitney came, of course, and so did a few others like a Sableye named Gremlin, a Ditto named Duplico, and a Jolteon named Sparx, among others.

It t'was now the witching hour and I decided to look for Aron again in the forest. As I searched, I heard soft mewing and a coo. I floated to the source and I found two infant Misdreavi sleeping in a basket. One was female, the other male. There were two slips of paper revealing their names to be Mary and Mark, respectively.

They were neatly wrapped in a blanket and they slept peacefully. Next to the basket was a spellbook. Without even waking up they smiled at me and mewed out "Mama." It was rather adorable. Out of pity and empathy, I picked up the basket and book and headed back to the library as swiftly as possible.

I suppose that I'm a mother now…But will I be able to uphold the responsibilities of raising children? I thought.

A/N: In completely random, unrelated, and unimportant news. I turned seventeen today. Yay.