Me: Hey Yall!
Oleander: Where the hell you been?
Me: Well I-
Oleander: How can you just leave your readers hanging there for THREE MONTHS!
Me: Because I-
Oleander: I wouldn't be surprised if you lost every single reader you ever had!
Me: Yes, but-
Oleander: Not to mention the suspense you left them at and-
Me: WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN TO THE READERS?
Oleander: Sheesh, there's no need to yell.
Me: I will deal with you later.
Oleander: Whatever, just talk to whatever readers you have left.
Me: Okay, I admit that after I finished the earlier chapter I got lazy. After the laziness faded I began to suffer from mucho writers block. Then I began to write my latest and very popular story The Ragdoll which distracted me from PBE. Finally, I got a burst of inspiration and I went to write the newest chapter when my computer royally crashed and it took me forever to set things straight again. Phew, I said that all without taking a breath.
Oleander: And if you are an old reader who still has faith in us we thank you dearly. If you are a new reader, welcome!
Me: Let's get this party started!
In Some Sort Of Tent Thing, Eerieon's POV
The next few moments after I was captured was a blur. I remember the great joy of the luxuray ball and a red light and pain. So much pain. But after I gained full consciousness I woke up with my head in the blond headed boy's lap.
He smiled a purely warm and gentle smile and said "Hey there, good to see you awake at last.".
I looked at him quizically. "Yeah," he replied "your two possible trainers have been argueing non-stop since the battle and they left me with the job of nursing you back to health."
Two possible trainers? I wondered Who could be the other one? The girl caught me.
"So," he began "Forgive me for asking but, um, what the heck are you? I mean, I get that you're a ghost type but I've never heard of anything like you."
I lifted my head and spoke. "Eerieon."
"Eon, the name ends with eon... a ghost type Eevee evolution?"
I nodded.
He ran his hand down my hair. "That's real cool, Eerieon."
He then stuck his hand into his bag and pulled out a bottle full of green liquid.
"Damn," He said "this is our last bottle of full restore. After this you'll have to switch to Oran berries.
He began to spray the liquid on me. My ears and paws seared in pain. I began to struggle but he held on fast.
"Easy now. Nightmare gave you some pretty heavy burns. I'm just trying to fix them."
I tried to stop struggling when I heard other humans just outside the tent.
"Look Ember, I did all the work and that thing is mine!" Said a very rude sounding male voice.
"Jake, if your Pokeball had worked I would be happy to let you call it yours but the fact remains that Oleander's Luxuray ball worked when unoccupied balls did nothing. I think there might be a connection between the two Pokemon." Said a far less rude sounding female voice.
"You're crazy! Oleander's dead and nothing is gonna change that! I'm sorry that she died but using her ball on some unknown ghost type thing and pretending that there is an unlikely connection isn't going to bring her back."
"I know what I'm talking about! I know that Oleander's..." She took a deep breath. "Nothing will change what happened but you can't deny that she had powers, Jake, and no one knows what those powers are capable of. And that thing in there just might be the key to Oleander. Not to mention that if I had had any Pokemon at the time I would've caught it anyways."
"It's not fair that Nightmare had to go through all that hard work-"
"Ha! Nightmare almost slaughtered that poor creature."
"So?"
"So, hard work my ass."
"Screw you, I'm leaving. Come on Saphire."
"Jake don't be like that. Besides, where are you going to go?"
"I don't care."
"Yes you do. Look, I would love to leave myself but untill we know where we are we're kinda stuck here."
"Yeah I know."
Their voices became too quiet for me to hear.
An Umbreon entered the tent. "I would just like to let you know that Jake has just agreed to give up his ownership of you to Ember on the grounds that she will be his girlfriend when this is all over. I'm Knight by the way." He said in an extreamly pompous sounding voice.
"Um," I said "Thank you."
The blond boy jumped up. "Holy shat!" he exclaimed "You can talk!"
"I can?" I asked
Again he jumped and said "Holy shat!" a few more times. Even Knight looked a bit frightened.
Great! I thought Just excellent! Not that I needed to be a bigger freak or anything but it's nice to know I am.
At Camp, Ember's POV.
Quite honestly I felt like I got the better end of the deal. A new Pokemon and a sweet boyfriend, yes.
I walked into Matthew's tent to find him standing on this sleeping bag, jaw dropped, and pointing to my new Pokemon.
"Matt," I said "close your mouth before something crawls in there and has babies."
He shut his mouth.
"Okay now, what's wrong with my Pokemon?" I asked
It looked like he was trying to form words but all that came out was an unidentifiable squeaking sound.
"Ah God, Matthew! Speak! Comprende?"
Again nothing.
My Pokemon reached up and put her front paws on my thigh.
I smiled warmly. "What's the matter sweetie?" I asked her.
"Well, he's freaking out about the fact that I can talk and from the look on your face, so are you." She said.
Well you have to admit, I had a pretty good record with not freaking out after all that had happened but this on top of all the other stuff made it damn near impossible not to freak out.
Me: Aaaand lets end it there. Yeah, bit of a filler but at least I'm back.
Oleander: Say it.
Me: No.
Anne: Say it.
Me: No.
Knight: Say it.
Me: NO.
Jake: Say it?
Me: Fine. I'M BACK BITCHES! BOOMSHACALACA! Happy?
All: YAY!
