Sorry for the long wait! Hey, what can I say? When it's summer (even though it's rainging pretty much every other day) you get lazy. I still need to order my reading book anyways. Yeah, I'll do that at night…On a lighter note! Here's Black's interview! I am doing this in a lazy mode so it's not my best work but hey, Red's was much more lazier than this one. I think.

Anyways! Read below after the whole interview for more news.

…what? Oh, and I don't own anything. Well, except the interview, but still.

"HI ANI!" Black shouted out as he slammed the door opened.

"Uh…Ani?" he said confusingly and maybe a bit scared as I slowly walked up to him with hands behind my back. My head was shadowed.

"Ani? You're getting creepy now…"

"Don't worry…" I whispered darkly. I slowly moved my arms to the front. "Stay still and this will be quick and less painful…"

"Painful?! What the-"

A minute or so later

"MMFF!" Black tried to scream out, but duct tape on his mouth isn't letting him. He was also strapped to a chair with his legs and stomach. His hands is also tied by tape from the table and back. After a lot of tinkering, I made it so he couldn't move his hands to his mouth and rip the tape off but has enough freedom to write.

"So, in case you don't know what's a white board and dry erase marker and a paper towel is doing in front of you on the table, you are going to write your answers to my questions with it." I told Black. Black still tried to struggle out with the table. "Haha, no, you could try but these are made by Blue. And it can't be taken off until I say so. Something about a remote control. THAT IS FAR AWAY FROM YOU."

"In any case, please get ready to write your answers." I waited for Black to be begrudgingly took the dry erase marker and got ready.

"Okay, what do you think of fanfiction?" I asked. Black started to write some stuff. After a while, he still wrote some stuff. After five minutes he kept writing stuff. I could of sworn he was writing over stuff. I leaned over to see what on Earth is he writing.

It turns out…

That waiting for six minutes was a complete waste of time.

"Black…why are you writing your dream of winning the pokemon league over and over again?"

I got no answer because Black is officially in dream mode.

That's it. Here I thought that being trapped in a ball is going to make him be mature in some way or another, but only to be a pitiful wish.

I got my phone and called the main office. "Hey, this is Ani. Is White nearby? No? Okay."

I thought for a bit on what to do, before fishing in his backpack (why he still carries it on a non journey day beats me) for a certain pokeball. I found the pokemon I was looking for and let it out of its pokeball.

"Musha!" Musharna came out and greeted me happily.

Within seconds, Black is all ready to go. I stared at the weird scene in front of me of Musharna munching on Black's head while his head goes totally blank…

"Well! Starting again, what do you like about fanfiction?"

"…" Black looked at the now clean slate. He started to scribble some stuff. He then showed it to me. "MMMFFFMM!"

"No, I won't help you with the tape. Neither is Musha. I think that's the nickname but I don't care either way." I replied. I read what's on the slate:

It doesn't really give me great tips on the pokemon league

I WANT TO BEAT RED!

WHERE'S MT. SILVER!

I sweatdropped. I could even see Black's nostrils flare up on the prospect of beating the Kanto Champ. "Okay…you forgot question marks…but Mt. Silver is not anywhere within walking distance."

"Next question." I said, ignoring Black's muffled protests. "Do you have any favorite stories or authors?"

I WANT TO BEAT RED!

The rest were all scribbles of beating Red and diagrams on strategies. "Musha! Step it up a bit! It's not working!" I told the dream eater pokemon. I don't know if it heard me (sorry, don't know if it's a girl or boy) since it continued to contently munch on Black's head with a content look on its face. Oh right, that's its normal face. Sorry.

"Answer the questions and I'll give you directions." I ordered Black. Black quickly cleaned the slate and furiously scribbled some stuff. When he was done, I looked at the slate.

My favorite stories is when there are a lot of battles

My favorite author is the author of The Guide to Winning the Pokemon League!

"Let me make things clear: IN THE FANFICTION DATABASE."

Black stared at me before looking at the slate. He quickly tried to wipe it as fast as the tape allows him.

I got nothing

"Fine by me." I said. This interview is going to be more better than I thought. I got to thank Blue later on for the idea.

"Etto…any changes you would like to make?"

I am gonna win the pokemon league I am gonna win the pokemon league I am gonna win the pokemon league Iamgonnawinthe pokemon league I am gonnawinthepokemonleague Iamgonnawinthepokemonleague I AM GONNA WIN THE POKEMON LEAGUE IAMGONNAWINTHEPOKEMONLEAGUE ImGANAONHWEINTEKONMPOEGUEALE

The last part was unreadable due to the fact that Black kept scribbling over and over the original words, but I got a sense on what it says anyways. "Musha?" I looked around for the missing pokemon. I didn't notice that it went away. "Mu~sha?" I called out. It must of left. Darn.

"…I am gonna take it for granted that you would like no changes. What about shippings-love pairings fans come up with?" I decided to make sure that delivery shippings and fees are not gonna be misunderstood.

Black shrugged. Or at least tried to.

"Fine. Don't have time for a love affair, I take it. I do have one question though. What's it like being trapped in Reshiram?"

Think of it as being trapped against your will in a circular box with barely enough room to breathe and half conscious at the same time

At least you actually answered instead of writing down your dreams over and over… I thought to myself.

"…anything else…" I murmured to myself. "Oh yeah, what do you think about the stories?"

Boring

"…anything else?"

…nah, just boring

"…okay! I think I'm done and I am too lazy to think of anything else interesting to say, but you may leave whenever you want." I got up and went out the door. Black kept yelling in muffled sounds with wide eyes as I left him.

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…

Oh, I know. I purposely left him still taped up. He'll survive.

Right now, I need White to come by my office to help Black when I got my share of the new donuts down town.

…Blue's idea, I am not a demon.

Yay! White is next! And may be last, not counting Soul. Well, since this project is gonna be over real soon, I was wondering what I should do next. But I got too many ideas. So…I just thought that the few who cares to review (not implying anything though, I love you all readers (as a friend, don't get hasty here)) would like to tell me which one you prefer by the following guidelines:

Do you want a non-happy one, one about them going to the real world (or vise versa), a new region/dexholders, etc.

Pick a Genre, though I won't guarantee that I could do all the genres out there. Humor is basically worked into 99% of my stories, so that won't be a problem.

OC or non-OC story? For someone who doesn't like reading about OCs, I make them a lot, huh…

Any other stuff you prefer, like I said, I'm in lazy mode.

If this doesn't make sense, just say what kind of story you like in the reviews.

And review anyways!

…do I sound lonely or something to you? I think I sound lonely or something. Whatever, have a nice July! Or whatever month it is!