I got another birthday pokemon t-shirt on Friday! This one has pikachu and all three Unova starters! Snivy, Oshawott, and Tepig! My parents say there's another two things coming in the mail for me, not more t-shirts, something else. I can't wait! Still, I have to wonder what they are. I only asked for three things. 1. 3ds with pokemon x or alpha sapphire. 2. A Snivy plushie (t-shirts are good too). 3. The Sims 3 for Xbox (having no working computer). I highly doubt I'm getting a 3ds, and I have no idea about whether I'm getting the Sims or not.

Also, I went for it. I posted my livecastershipping pokemon story even though no one said anything. Do you Flowers (gonna keep using that) even read my ANs? If you wanna read the story, it's right there on my page. Click my name, then scroll down to the bottom. It's the story that isn't this one. Also, updates for that won't interfere with this one. Most of the other is already typed up on my phone, I just need to transfer it, which won't take so long.

I'm lonely, please review.

It was dark.

That was the first thing my mind registered when I awoke.

I jumped, startled, and banged my head against a metal roofing. I didn't need to see. I knew that I was in a cage, probably the same old one I'd been in for a long time.

Sometime after Ty had escaped, and after the... incident with the guards... the scientists had transported me to another cage, in another part of the compound. More secure.

Speaking of my brother, where was he?

Though it had been part of the plan, I would admit to being very panicked. Not scared, just panicked. Especially for Ty. He'd been living free for ten years. How would he react to this?

To my relief, I could detect the sound of him breathing through all the other sounds of the room. There were other cages here, with other hybrids who were doomed to fail as well.

The room was pure darkness, except for the light from my eyes. With that faint glow, I managed to investigate slightly around me.

Ty was a couple of cages away, still unconscious. I couldn't see much beyond him. A few other sleeping mishmashes of creatures slept in barred cages adjacent to mine.

There wasn't much I could do until my brother woke, so I sat back and closed my eyes, seeking the thoughts of guards or scientists.

There were two armed men stationed outside of a door, each thinking their own thoughts. From them, I figured it was nighttime, and that was why it was so dark.

Leaving telepathy for the daytime when there would be more important people around, I drifted into DreamSight, letting my body fall asleep while my mind roamed.

One thing I had discovered on one of the hotel room in Budder City was that when I went into DreamSight in the darkness, I could make it so that I had the effect of a night vision potion. Which worked quite well here.

There were about five or six other hybrids in the room, but only two were part human. It seemed that the scientists had decided to delve into mob-mob hybrids instead of just mob-human hybrids.

Even I, with all my experience, couldn't tell exactly what some of them were supposed to be. The two nearest to myself and my brother were the humanish ones. One looked like a magma cube, and the other a wither skeleton. Maybe the scientists thought that Nether mobs were stronger and more able to survive than their Overworld counterparts.

At the very least, they might be. But I still doubted that the scientists here had learned the DNA splicing process that had created Mist and Shade. Not in the month or so I'd been free.

I finished taking in the compound's latest group of horrors, and let my mind join my body in sleep.

(Time skip)

I woke several hours later, at the awakening thoughts of the first waking of another hybrid.

Where I took only a moment to become fully aware, the others in the room took much longer, though I managed to wake my brother telepathically.

-Hey, Enderlox, can you hear me?-

'Yes, Krystal?'

-See if you can get Ty to wake up. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck here in his sleeping body-

'Quite right, I'd rather be in action. Give me a moment, dear sister'

The room was now softly lit, just enough to see by. The harsh white lights and walls would be revealed later, when the scientists came. Probably to taunt us that we'd been recaptured.

But they also had to deal with the fact that I'd been free for about a month, and that Ty hadn't been quite as dead as they'd thought, and he'd been free for ten years.

Yeah, I probably wasn't the one whose impact on normal society they feared.

There was no way they could find out that Ty was a part of TeamCrafted, and that we had friends who would come help us. Though I'm sure they suspected the latter.

I'm sure they'll be surprised when they find out I'm not their obedient little specimen anymore. I'm battle-tested. I don't fear fighting anymore. Just killing. I took out their best tanky squid cyborg thing single-handed. I wasn't afraid.

No matter how many times I told myself that, I felt there was a shard of untruth.

But before I could think about it more, Ty was up.

'Krystal, where are we? Are we in the compound?'

'You're welcome, sister' The dark half whispered, then went quiet.

-Thanks, Enderlox. Yes, Ty-

'So are these their new experiments?'

-No doubt. They're not the ones who were here when I escaped-

'Do they still die that fast?'

I didn't respond to my brother, which gave him enough of an answer, and lead me to tell him how I had once felt about it...

(Flashback)

Ender stared blankly as a young boy with skin the color and consistency of a slime writhed on the floor of his cage.

He was dying.

The girl in the cage beside him, a skeleton mix herself, was trying to help.

The three of them were the only ones there. Ender was nine years old. She didn't even know how old the other girl was, but the boy was only four.

"Why don't you try to help!? Do you even care!?" The skeleton hybrid asked the enderdragon girl, who simply blinked her vibrant violet eyes once.

"Why should I care? You'll all end up like the others, like Lox"

"Are you saying we're all going to die? Like your stupid brother? Why don't you try and help who's living now?"

The slime boy on the floor let out a groan, making the other girl turn back to him.

Ender, however, turned away when she recognized the distinct scent of death, of doom. As the boy's motion came to a halt, along with his heart, Ender said quietly, "Because this always happens. I'm the only one left to live and suffer. I don't want to be like this. To be hardly even human. I'm a freaking half dragon, for Notch's sake!" Her voice rose at the end, then she added, back to the original tone, "I'm sorry your friend Jerry is dead, but I've seen it too many times. I wanna care, but it hurts too much"

Sadly, the other girl could admit the truth in the enderdragon girl's statement.

(End flashback)

'I'm so sorry, Krystal' Ty whispered when I finished recounting my story to him.

He mentally reached out to me, and I suddenly had the image of when we had charged into battle together, hand-in-hand.

We were twins, together until the end. Or triplets, if you counted both of my brother's personalities.

And I didn't want to forget it, as the other hybrid creatures awoke around us.

Most were younger, and gaped at us. If any one of them had been around for even a little while, they'd know that our kind usually didn't live long. And with myself and Ty being teens, that was an oddity in itself. Not to mention that we weren't crosses with any usual mob.

The enderdragon, the wither, and the elder guardian were myths to most, and seemed so unobtainable.

But somehow, we still didn't know how, the scientists had gotten their evil hands on Mother's egg, and had made us.

The mob-mob hybrids didn't have much consciousness, so it was the other two who were really interested in us.

"Who are you?" The wither skeleton boy asked. His skin was a dark gray-brown, and his eyes pure black, no pupils or anything to break the inky color. He seemed about seven or eight. The magma girl was about eleven or twelve. I couldn't help but be reminded of the little slime boy and the skeleton girl I had just told my brother about.

I glanced at my brother in warning before saying, "I've been called Ender for years. That's my brother Lox over there"

"What kind are you?" Magma girl asked. Her skin was the color of shifting, cooling lava, the dark brown/red with the reddish orange glowing beneath. The whites of her eyes were red, and the iris and pupil were yellow.

"Enderdragon" I said simply.

I gave the two a moment to gape, and then Ty asked, "Do you two have names?"

"Not really. The guards call me Ember and they call him Wither" She responded.

Those were names I had heard many times. "Ember" was a common guard nickname for a magma cube or blaze, "Wither" was obviously only used for a wither skeleton, since they'd never gotten a wither hybrid.

"Then is it okay if we call you that?"

"Sure"

"You're old" Wither said. Blunt like a little kid. The little innocent kid I had never been.

Ty and I had known even as small children that we were different, more valuable to the scientists than the other hybrids. Only in the past month had I regained my humor and other characteristics usually developed in childhood.

"Yes, we're older than you" I said gently, prepared for the Ember's next question.

And she did voice it, "How?"

"Lox and I were made differently. We were born hybrids. We're about sixteen years old"

She thought for a moment. She was like me, but without the telepathy that let her hear the thoughts of the adults. She could only piece together what she'd heard from the scientists and guards themselves. Then, she realized, "You're that one! Who escaped a month ago! And Lox, he's your brother! The one who they said failed and was killed!" Her warm-colored eyes were wide.

"Yes. That's me and Ender. Do the guards talk about us a lot?" Ty spoke for me.

"Yeah, mostly Ender though. You two are sorta like a legend here! You're the only ones who have a chance of surviving!"

"Everyone has a slim chance. Even out in the world, there are still those who would end lives, though in a different way. I've seen them. There are good and bad humans and mobs, just as there are good and bad gods" I said. This was the first time in a long time that I'd held a conversation with a probably doomed other experiment. But I wanted Ember and little Wither to live, though I doubted they would.

And that was what I was thnking about as the locks on the door clicked and opened and bright light flooded the room.

1. Sorry about Jerry. (Captainsparklez is my favorite youtuber)

2. Wither is adorable. I may just have to keep him.