A/N: No, I'm not dead. Yes, I'm updating.
If any of you are interested in knowing why I haven't stuck to my promise of updating once every week, it's because I've just been through a harrowing phase in my love life. Swiftstream knows all about it, but DON'T ASK HER ABOUT IT COZ SHE WILL NOT TELL YOU.
And, I finally hit 100 reviews.
Response to Annoyed:
You're my 100th reviewer! Thanks a bunch! You're also the first person to have ever flamed me. Thanks for the 2 in 1 package: First flamer and 100th reviewer of this story!
You know, age and flames are almost identical in that if you don't mind, they don't matter.
In any case, if you don't like my story or think I'm an inconsiderate cruel human being, then I have one piece of advice for you: U no like, u no read. Close this window and go hunt for a fic that you do like. That's what I always do, anyway.
Oh, and kudos to Galbinus-Rayquaza, who got the joke I mentioned. I'll try to do a nice thing for you, Galbinus… maybe I'll go and review all your stories or something.
Story:-
Sceptile took a deep breath. He was sitting on an armchair with a metallic briefcase-like thingamajig in his lap. To his left, embedded in the cold, hard, metal wall, was a DVD player. Inserting a disc into this slot would result in images flashing across the massive ceiling screen, accompanied by an ensemble of sounds.
Sceptile was hesitant. This was Deoxys' personal favourites DVD collection. If the movies that they had played earlier were any indication, it would consist of the most twisted, horrendous, horrible, terrible, not-enough-negative-adjectives-in-the-english-dictionary-to-properly-describe-it motion pictures ever conceived and created. Inserting a movie from this collection could plunge them all deeper into a psychological hell of trauma.
Sceptile exhaled slowly. He opened the case.
His eyes were met with a few short rows of unmarked discs. Sceptile, thinking any one would be as bad as the other, picked up a disc at random and inserted it into the DVD player.
As the disc slid smoothly into the player, Sceptile could not help but think of a hissing snake.
Sighing, Sceptile got up to board the fake ship in the middle of the seating area where Charizard and Steelix were.
((((((((The page break before the horror…….)))))
When Pikachu came to, he had a blinder of a headache. He sat up slowly and looked around.
The first thing that came into his line of sight was the image of Bulbasaur and Swellow looking at him. Bulbasaur's mouth was moving. Squinting, Pikachu focused, concentrating fully on his grassy friend's words. Slowly, as sound came back to Pikachu, he was able to hear:
"Have you gone completely cuckoo, you suicidal rodent?"
Maybe he shouldn't have made such a humungous effort to regain his sense of hearing.
Pikachu groaned as he slowly got up to all fours. "No. Maybe. Not."
Pikachu looked glumly down at his costume. It had seemed like such a good idea…
"I guess I'm Superman without my powers now," he grumbled, slapping at his sapphire-blue tights.
"Want me to fetch ye some underwear? SQUAWK!" squawked Swellow.
"No," sighed Pikachu. Let's just watch the stupid movie."
A/N: I was actually planning on writing a good chapter, but I went blank. Ain't writer's block fun? Well expect an update on this fic and a one-shot on Valentine's Day… but no guarantees.
