Welcome to Angry Misty Week! Where all fics, with subjects that may or may not be related, have an infuriated Misty!

Note: I'm giving Cassie a real character, because I…I don't really know. I guess so it makes her seem more real so you understand where some of this might be coming from?

Idea from: Yoshi's Kun, BlazingBluex7

Love Triangle

"I love you, Ash!" cried May with unbridled joy.

"I love you May!" cried Ash, forgetting his comma before May, but still filled with unbridled joy. "I always have!"

They kissed passionately, but we talked about that in an earlier chapter. Their tongues battled for domination and Ash's won. What a victory for his first kiss! This is the only pairing I will ever, ever accept this in. Ever. If they are experienced, depending on the partner, perhaps Ash may seize control, but I suppose we'll get to that in another fic. Just know it's coming. So, anyway, they kissed passionately and fell back in the dirt and rolled around.

Meanwhile, Misty glared in a corner, full of unbridled range. Cassie (remember Cassie, everyone? The imaginary badfic writer) smiled in the corner. Cassie decided she was into advanceshipping today, but she was quite fickle and would probably adore some other pairing tomorrow when someone bashed her fic and she decided to look for nicer reviewers. Cassie and Misty were interconnected due to Cassie's unexplained hatred of Misty, which was only temporary and changed daily.

"Grr," said Misty articulately. "I am angry."

"GO AWAY MISTY!" screamed Ash with unbridled fury. "I HATE YOU!"

"YOU USED TO LOVE ME AS MUCH AS I LUV U!" She screamed in return, accidently slipping into chatspeak before turning on her heel and running away with tears in her eyes.

…and Cassie cackled at her computer.

Cassie has mud brown hair that she dyes blonde, not because it looks good, but because she faces terrible insecurities about her character that she masks with a fake, cruel exterior and terrible grammar. How does terrible grammar help? Well, people generally can't understand her, and that really helps. Her eyes are too big and brown, but she put in blue contacts. Her face is too lean, though she thinks it's too fat, thinks she's too fat though her ribs jut out and her eyes have sunken in. Her nose is thin, making her face look even longer with the down pointed slope. Her chest is somewhat flat, though she's been begging her parents for breast implants for the past two years. They've been refusing, and she plans to get them when she turns eighteen, four years from now.

Misty went to hide in a corner, brooding.

May and Ash walked by holding hands, shocked when they saw Misty sitting in their favorite make out spot. Ash vanished to goodness knows where, suddenly forgotten for it was only May and Misty now. May, being the sweet and wonderful protagonist she is, walked to her and smiled.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry that Ash chose me."

"Dot dot dot, commonly known as an ellipse," said Misty.

"He might have chose you, because you're kinda nice, but you're really ugly and kinda a bitch and really ugly so you're out," May continued.

"Fourteen dots in a row, a gross misinterpretation of what ellipses are for," Misty continued as well.

"Yeah, so, uh…whatchya doin'?"

Misty smiled. "So, would you rather freeze to death or burn to death?"

"Oh!" May cried with unbridled joy. "I love Would You Rathers! Do you play them a lot?"

"No," Misty said, malice in her eyes. "Not really."

"Hello, Misty!" said May with unbridled happiness, because she's nice unlike that bitch Misty. "How are you today?"

"……………………………………………" said Misty (which sounds like a low, creepy muttering of "dot" under one's breath).

"Whatchya doing?"

"Plotting your imminent demise," she snarled darkly, voice sounding like she was possessed by a demon.

"Oh…" May gulped with unbridled fear. "Nifty."

"HOLY CRAP MISTY! GET OUT OF MY SHOWER WITH A KNIFE AND CHOCOLATE SYRUP!"

"I'm going to kill you, Mother."

Ash slowed down, grinning out the window at the girl on the side of the road with a chainsaw and a hockey mask, gesturing with her thumb the same way they were going. "Hey there! Wanna come with us to the next city? We're just a happy-go-lucky couple without any way to protect ourselves, not a gun or a pocketknife, nope! We would if Brock did, you see, because he is a African American, and all African Americans carry guns and knives!"

"It's because they aren't stupid," Natty said, yawning and startling everyone as she appeared from the back seat. "Hey gang! I've been a little delirious with fever. What'd I miss?"

May beamed. "We're helping a traveler get to their destination."

Natty looked out the window slowly and, deciding she really enjoyed life, leaned forward to the cheerful (yet dull) couple and murmured, "Ash Ketchum, you fricken idiot, if you don't put petal to metal I'll take the damned chainsaw myself and put it through your thick, beefy head."

He glanced back. "You know, you're not much like most of the people I meet."

"That's because I'm wonderful," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Petal to metal, Ashy boy. We gotta go."

Moral of the Story: In a triangle one person is not always a jerk. There can be a psycho out to kill people, but it generally doesn't work that way. The pokémon characters are generally not psycho murderers, if they are, like every moral I seem to write, you have to provide an explanation. If you give them a reason to act funny, people will accept it. Or, you know, make a parody.