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A/N: I'm sorry! I know this update is pretty darn late. I'd like to say I tried... but in truth I probably didn't try as hard as I should. Sorry!

Thank you to KBerry, DarrenShanForeva123, Shamrocks and X-Jinxa-X for reviewing the last chapter! Okay, on with the update.

Chapter 14 Dilemma

"So, this is Bear. Sheep found him and so he's going to travel with us," I explained tiredly. A hyper sheep and a pedobear was horrible company.

"Sheep! And ooh, it's an orange bear! Does it make any noise?" Steve asked excitedly.

"Uh... Grrr?" Mr Crepsley quickly improvised.

"Wait, that's-" Liane started but I nudged her, causing her to not finish what she was about to say. She looked at me in annoyance, and then nudged me back. I flew into a tree trunk from the force.

"...Where are all these oddly coloured creatures coming from?" Gannen wondered.

"Hey, Bear, you look familiar. Have we met before?" Steve asked, looking at Mr Crepsley closely, before circling him scrutinisingly.

"Grrr!" Mr Crepsley shook his head adamantly.

"No? Okay," Steve shrugged. "Come on, Sheep, let's go tear off some leaves from a tree and feed it to Bear,"

"Baa!"

"Grrr?"

"...Am I the only one who has an issue with a bear shaking his head in response to a question?" Kirethren muttered to Liane.

"Really? I was thinking more of the colour of its fur. Shouldn't it be purple or something? Carebears are usually purple. Or dark pink. Or yellow. Why is it orange? Suspicious." Liane said, narrowing her eyes.

"...Yeah. Orange. Suspicious," Kirethren sighed.

At first, I wondered if Liane even knew Mr Crepsley had joined our group. This was rest assured when during lunch, she had passed him by, and when no one was looking, grabbed his behind rapidly with her enhanced speed. It was so quick I had nearly missed it.

The only reason I learned of it was because of the high-pitched squeal Mr Crepsley emitted, that forced me to do a double-take.

Liane actually molested a pedobear.

He looked back at her dumbly. She winked. That was the only clue I got as to that Liane knew his identity.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, before walking forward towards the figure clad in black that was reclining lazily under a tree, watching the bear and sheep play.

"Hey Steve," I said. He sat up.

"Hey, what's four times eighteen?"

"Um..." I looked at my fingers cluelessly, before realising I didn't have eighteen fingers. "A hundred and eighty-four?"

"I knew it!"

"..."

"Sit," he patted the ground beside him. I took another deep breath as I recalled Liane's words.

"Just try and touch him accidentally on purpose. All guys like being touched." she told me with a wink, as my mind automatically retrieved the memory of her slapping Mr Crepsley's furry, orange behind. Shudder.

"So... What are your plans for the world after you conquer it, Vampaneze Lord?" I asked, trying to distract him so he wouldn't notice me touching him..

"Oh, I don't know... Maybe get a Cake King established within every ten metre radius of this planet?"

"Ooh, Cake King!" I squealed. He grinned at me. I cleared my throat, remembering my mission. Like a ninja, I snaked my hand closer to him, aiming for his thigh.

"And!" He grabbed ahold of my hand, and I squeaked in terror at being caught. He mistook it for excitement. "We'll make them destroy all the crappy recipes!"

I was furiously thinking of a way to touch him... Before I registered exactly what he had said. "...All of them?"

He nodded. "Every single one," he ennunciated carefully.

I squealed again, unable to contain my joy, and standing up in my excitement. "Yay!" I didn't care about touching him anymore, all I cared about was the spongy deliciousness that were cakes. Good cakes.

Then I realised something. Won't he have to win the war first to be able to take over the world and get rid of Cake King's crappy recipes? I gasped.

"Oh no!"

"What?"

"Oh no!"

"What?"

What a dilemma! I could see both paths laid out before me, each leading to certain death, a horrible future, trees burning in the background, me puking up cakes that should be delicious... Amidst my vision was a hand waving before my face.

"Hellooooo? Darina?"

When I didn't reply, Steve stopped waving his hand in front of my face, and instead opted to walk behind me and slap my butt.

"GYAH! What was that for?"

"Oh good, you're alive,"

Even through the chaos going on in my head I wondered if I had still accomplished my mission if he had touched me instead of me touching him.

A/N: Hey guys, if you see less updates for this fic from now on... It's because I have no clue what to write. As you can tell. I've been super-busy lately, even though my exams have ended.

Also, I'm going off to visit my home country on the 10th of December. And after a lot of internal debating, I've decided not to update my stories during this period of time. Simply because-

1, Internet connection's kind of ambiguous. I have no idea if I'll even get any access to the internet.

2, I'm running out of updates. Most of them were more or less prewritten, so it was fine, but now I think I need to step on it and write more. Problem is I don't think I'll get time to do so.

3, I'm not so sure what I want out of this story for the time being. Think I need to think about what I'm doing with it.

I'm really sorry, and I hope you'll understand. I'll probably update once - maybe twice. Maybe. - in the coming two weeks but after that there'll be a month and a half wait. Sorry.