Author's Note:

More stuff! More stuff! Hyperfun is driving me madd! Oh gosh! At a relative's house right now (or at least I was when I wrote this Author's Note haha!). Words with Friends! Woo! Winning with 161 points! Double-woo! Losing! Not-so-woo! Typing this story! Really woo!

PS: This chapter takes place the same day as the previous one. It's only like thirty minutes or so later, so imagine the sun beginning to set.

For some reason, Axel knew he'd find Olivia hiding away in the library. It was quite true that they had really overused some of the SS Cupidon's structures, including the ice-cream parlor, so the library had become her new chill-spot.

He looked at the daisies in his left hand, checking them. He had bought them from the florist, not wanting to deface public property like some thought it so romantic to do at times... not rerally that there was any property to deface that would've made sense.

He noticed her mostly because of her bright lime beanie that he could've picked out from anywhere, and he approached her, smiling brightly.

POV Switch

Olivia turned a page in the book that she was reading, scratching her itchy nose before she noticed Axel's sudden presence.

"Oh, hey Axel." She greeted. He smiled.

"Hey... I... uh, I brought you these." He held the flowers out to her.

"Oh! That's sweet! Thanks, Axel!" She took them and inhaled deeply, sneezing afterwords. When she opened her eyes, they were slightly pink and and her nose and throat itched horribly.

"Uh, are you okay?" Axel asked slowly, not at all used to seeing her like that. Besides, wasn't she just perfectly fine a few seconds before?

"I think I'm-" She sneezed, "-allergic-" Sneezed again, finally getting the idea of holding them not so close to her face, "To these flowers, Axel." She replied, still smiling. I mean, what were the chances?! This could've happened many other times, but only occured when Axel was so kind to give her the beautiful flowers, which was just another display of Murphy's Law.

"Oh my Notch! I am so sorry!" Axel shouted, taking the flowers from her quickly.

"It's okay, Axel." She tried reassuring him, only failing to do so because she sounded abnormally stuffy. "I'll be fine in a few hours, with some meds maybe." She sniffled, trying her best not to make her sudden condition so painfully obvious as not to hurt his feelings.

"You need me to walk you back to your dorm?" Axel asked, trying to make up for his mistake which was stupid in his own opinion, but actually kind of cute.

"Sure." Olivia replied with a weak smile, trying to be polite.

The two walked back to Olivia's room where Olivia took some Benadryl (product placement, woo!). After a few minutes, she cleared up and was mostly fine, except of course for the drowsiness. (if anyone's taken even one pill of Benadryl, you'll know exactly what I mean)

"Olivia, would you like to go out with me?" Axel asked after a few minutes of silent walking.

"Huh?... oh, sure..." She replied softly. Axel looked at her, seeing that her eyelids were dropping halfway over her eyes.

"You don't look too good. Are you okay, Olivia?" He asked her concernedly.

"I'm fine, Axel. It's just the medicine, it's making me drowsy." She replied. Axel frowned a bit before he had an idea. Not one of those wonderful ideas that people and Ocelott get every Friday. A genuinely wonderful idea to help Olivia.

"You wanna ride on my back?" He asked her with a hopeful grin. She smiled through her drugged outlook.

"Sure, Axel." She replied. Axel knelt beside her, and she climbed onto his back, holding onto his neck as he gently and cautiously arose into a standing position. "Thanks, Axel." She thanked him softly, smiling warmly. She felt the temperature in his neck beginning to rise and saw the color coming to his cheeks as he tried to face her, a manuever that proved to be somewhat difficult because she was on his back. The two walked for a bit before Olivia got concernced about wether or not she was being a bother to him at all. "I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" She asked honestly.

"Of course not, Olive." He replied, she could hear him smiling. "I like to think that every ounce of you is another ounce to love on, you know?" Her grin broadened.

"That's sweet, Axel." She replied, hugging his neck a bit more. Axel chuckled a bit, his face reddining all the more, as they continued to walk to wherever it was they were going to eat. Most likely Fancy Restaurant Without a Name, because I like that name so much that I didn't care to think up another.

(A/N: Olixel piggyback! It was DESTINED to be!)

POV Switch

Jesse quickly jerked into a sitting up position. He looked around, his eyes being met with the continously rolling seas and the setting sun. He looked to his right; Petra snoozed calmly. He felt something warm and wet up under his chin and looked to see Reuben.

"Hey, buddy. Have we been asleep this entire time?"

"Oink, oink!"

"Man... we must've been tired from that truth or dare tourney, huh?"

"Squee!"

"You think I should wake Petra up?"

"Oinkoink."

"True, she is pretty just sleeping there... but I can't leave her... and I really can't just sit and stare at her, I'll freak her out!"

"Oink."

"Okay." Jesse quickly averted his attention to Jessica who still slept peacefully. He started by calmly calling her name, nudging her shoulder, flinching when she jerked awake at the slightest touch. Obviously, life on the edge had made her into a light-sleeper.

"Hey, Jesse." She looked around. "Wow! Were we asleep this entire time?"

"Guess so. Think we should go get dinner?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm starving. I feel like I haven't eaten in three weeks*!" Petra exclaimed before Jesse stood up. The gentleman he was, he held his hand out and pulled Petra into a stading position and the three of them were off.

POV Switch

It would be another amazing night as TMK. Lukas knew that the night TMK had died, they would have a ressurection of some sort, but he hadn't expected TMK to come back so oppositional to itself. Weren't they against stalking? Well, there were times when measures like that needed to be taken.

"Alrighty. Sixlet with Ice-Cream coming in. We've got eyes on Ingersol. I repeat, eyes on Ingersol." Aiden groaned. "I hope you're wrong, Rainbow." He muttered in dismay.

"Me too... kind of..." Ocelott a.k.a. Rainbow replied solemnly over the intercom. "What are the specs, Sixlet?"

"Alright, he's with Jessica right now. They're entering Fancy Restaurant Without a Name, and are chatting casually. Code green, I say, code green, over and out." He put the binoculars on the table next to himself while Maya stared nervously at the restaurant.

"I really hope we're wrong." She repeated dismally.

"Hey, we're fine. I mean, what are the chances that ordinary old Ingersol is Ivor? I mean, come on!" Aiden shouted. Maya shushed him.

"We have to be quiet, okay?"

"Pft, fine." He replied, obviously laid back. "Anyways, if we're wrong, what's that gonna mean for Ocelott? I'm sure she's gonna have a moutain of tears. Plus, she's gotta pay us for the manpower."

"She is the manpower, Aiden. We all are." Maya reminded him annoyedly.

"Sorry, just tryin' to brighten up the mood. Why are you so concerned about it anyways?" He asked.

"I mean... if Ingersol really is Ivor, do you know how upset that's gonna make Jessica?" She asked. There was genuine concern in her voice and Aiden knew that the time to joke around wasn't now. He thought for a moment before answering.

"I guess if we're right, she'll have her friends to help her. I mean, isn't that what friends do?"

"Yeah, you're right. But I still hope Ingersol is just Ingersol." She added just before Aiden's walkie-talkie clicked.

"Sixlet here. Who's this?"

"Buck here. Uh, we need visuals on Ingersol and Jessica, so I want you and Ice-Cream inside Copy that?"

"Copy. Over and out." Aiden put his intercom up. Then, he got the craziest idea. He looked at Maya, a smug smirk on his face. She cringed a bit.

"So, what did he say?" She asked.

"Well, we've gotta go in there, so I was just thinking. May I treat you to some dinner?" He asked.

"Aiden, aren't we supposed to be paying attention to these two?"

"Well, yes... but that doesn't mean that we've gotta be on them the entire time, you know." He reminded her, not at all troubled to bend the rules for his and her own good.

"You mean... like a date?" She seemed interested in the idea. Aiden blushed.

"S-sure... I mean, whatever you wanna call it." He rubbed the back of his head, avoiding her eye contact.

"You have to say it!" She demanded, but in a joking kind of way.

"Wait, you want me to say it?!" Aiden asked her stunnedly yet teasingly. Sure he had looked at her a couple of times, but he still had no idea that she would even think about giving him a try.

"Yes." She replied.

"Fine then. Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked her.

"Yes, I would." She replied with a humorous sense of swankiness. And so began Aidaya. (A/N: HA! I TOLD Y'ALL I'D DO IT! THANKS FOR DEM VOTES, Y'ALL! WAHOO!)

POV Switch

"Okay, they're on the field, I guess..." Lukas concluded at the silencing click of his walkie-talkie. He, Gill and Ocelott were currently hiding in some cramped bushes, their base for the night, at least up until Ingersol left his current position in a retreat to his room.

"So, how long do we have to wait here?" Gill asked, not impatiently, but more so hoping that it wouldn't be long.

"Until they leave. It's a date, Gill. They shouldn't be more than two hours."

"Two hours?! I can't wait here that long!" Gill was starting to sound impatient now.

"Hold it, Gill." Lukas tried to hush him before it was too late. Unfortunately he was in actuality too late to silence his loud friend as they tried to hide. A little girl walked up to them, looking at them with troubled and curious eyes.

"Mommy, why is the funny man hiding in that bush?" She asked her mother who was at her side immediately.

"Don't stare, sweetie. It's just their ways." She informed as she quickly scooted her young child off. Lukas blushed furiously before turning to glare at Gill who only shrugged annoyedly in response. Lukas then looked at Ocelott who was currently staring at a butterfly who had just claimed her nose as its new resting spot.

"Pretty!" The girl marveled innocently, and Lukas rolled his eyes.

'Wasn't it just a few hours ago you just came up with a brilliant plan to expose a crime? And now you're amazed by butterflies?! Make up your mind!'

"Lukas! Pay attention!" Ocelott suddenly, and might I add rudely, snapped him out of his thoughts and he was brought abruptly back to the real world.

"What? What happened?" Lukas asked, hoping not to have missed anything.

"I don't know. Gill, what happened?" Ocelott innocently asked a snickering Gill.

"Gill, stop playing jokes on me!"

"I couldn't help it! You were just staring off into space, we had to do something before your head went to the moon or something like that!"

"Shhh!" Lukas hissed harshly before an older man walked up to them.

"Why're you idiots hidin' in that there bush?" He asked, staring and pointing right at them. At that point, another dude walked up to him.

"Leave them alone! It's probably their religion or somethin'. They're probably supposed to be one of them bush-hiders from the Mayan civilization!" The three stared confusedly at the man before he spoke again. "Let's go, Jerry! Soren's not gonna stalk himself!" He shouted, pulling out a camera. At the word 'stalk', Lukas instantly lit up.

"Stalk?! Soren?!"

"Yeah, there's this rumor about an Enderwoman of sorts. We wanna be the first to get a shot of it."

"Oh! Amazing!" Lukas shouted to Ocelott and Gill's shock. He shot them a quick glance that said 'Hang on, I've got this', and continued talking. "So, where's he supposed to be tonight?" He asked, sounding like he was all into it.

"Here, follow us. You're lucky. We usually don't allow peeps to come with us, you know. They'll steal opporitunity like maggots and bread!" The two instantly ran off. "Keep up! We work fast!" He yelled after himself. Lukas quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie.

"Sixlet! Come in, Sixlet!"

"Sixlet here. What's up, Buck?" Aiden asked coolly over the intercom.

"We've got a bit of trouble. Someone wants to stalk Soren, it's really bad." He looked at Ocelott, an unsure look on his face. "Think you can take care of yourself?"

"For a bucket of rainbows, I would!" She replied cheerfully.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Lukas muttered to himself. "I need you and Maya to meet Gill and I outside, pronto!"

"What? But what about the whole Ivor switcharoo thingamajig?"

"Forget it. Ocelott's got it all under control. Get outside! We need you! Now!"

"Alright, I'm outside!" Lukas and Gill instantly retreated from their hiding place, leaving Ocelott to herself.

"Let's go!" Lukas commanded, and they rushed after the two stalkers.

After a few minutes of running, the two stalkers finally slowed to a stop. Lukas looked over his shoulder. They had run pretty far and there wasn't a player in sight, not general public nor Soren.

"So, where is he?" Lukas asked, still trying to play games to see if these two stalkers really meant harm. The two turned around to face the small faction of TMK, smiles on their faces.

"You're really gonna regret tossing us into the ocean, friend-o." They growled, slowly approaching them.

"It's alright! We outnumber them by two!" Lukas reminded his nervous kin. One stalker laughed out loud while the other one intensified his ugly sneer.

"Did you really think it was just two of us?" He asked as more stalkers sauntered onto the scene. Lukas's jaw dropped and Aiden flinched, tightening his fists as he prepared to fight. He bumped into a frenzied Maya, quickly taking her hand, a gesture she wouldn't have turned down in a million years.

Lukas was about to start throwing fists before he felt something hard hit him in the back of the head. He could barely hear Gill screaming his name before the world faded to black.

POV Switch

It had been twenty minutes. Ocelott was still waiting for something, anything to happen. She grabbed her walkie-talkie and threatened to call one of her teammates before the doors of Fancy Restaurant Without a Name swung open, causing her to flinch. There was Ingersol and Jessica, happily ending another night. Ocelott pulled out a GoPro camera and strapped it to her chest, quickly turning it on. (if you're wondering where she got the GoPro camera from, remember this: Ocelott's random. Anything can happen, and this is what I mean by 'anything'. Anything!)

'Moment of truth!' She thought to herself, listening in closely on their conversation with her cat-sense of hearing, even though anyone would've been able to hear from the distanace she was sitting from them.

"May I walk you home?" Ingersol asked Jessica kindly, to which she nodded. He grabbed her hand and began to lead her off. Ocelott was part-cat, so lurking among the shadows was no problem for her when she was really focused. Tonight, she was more than dying. Staying to the sides was a breeze as the two lovebirds strolled, chatting about their friends, their foes, and their lives in general.

'They seem close' Ocelott thought to herself hopelessly. After a few minutes, Ingersol had successfully led Jessica to her room. Ocelott was glad that the two of them didn't share any kisses or anything like that, but stayed focused as Ingersol left on his way. Her attention shot skyward when he arrived at the ice-cream parlor, the meeting point of many of her previous adventures. She had memorized the routes to each of her new friends' dorms and knew Ivor's particularly well because she had traded for potions with him many times.

'Please don't go left, please don't go left' she pleaded inwardly, remembering how amused by Ingersol Jessica seemed to have been. To her dismay, left he went before walking down the hallway, and ending up at Ivor's room. She was hiding in a bush, her eyes sparkling with tears. Just because she was a bit off at times, it meant nothing about her emotions which were bitterly hurt at the time. (just imagine the melancholy yet comforting tone of piano1 playing at this part)

"Ivor?" She whimpered into the darkness from her hiding place. He spun around and the truth was confirmed. He looked around for a few minutes before his eyes landed on the bush. He walked towards it, practically scaring the living daylights out of the girl, but she didn't move an inch, her instincts freezing her in place. She remained undetected, though he swore he had heard someone call his name. After he walked into his room and shut the door, Ocelott attempted to crawl out of hiding, but was hindered when something snagged on the bush. Feeling more frustrated than sad, she yanked herself free, ignoring the click and snap that she knew she heard afterwords.

How was she going to tell Jessica?! Ocelott remembered the look of happiness on, not only her own face, but everyone's faces whenever Jessica was near Ingersol. It was as if destiny placed them together. Apparently not. She sighed before remembering that she had left some of the team's gear at the bush near the Fancy Restaurant Without a Name. She slowly began the walk back to the restaurant.

At the bushes where she was hiding, she rummaged through the shrubbery before grabbing the walkie-talkies which, surprisingly, hadn't been picked up by some mischievious person.

'They hadn't come back?' Ocelott thought to herself before grabbing the device and putting it to her ear.

"Buck. Buck, come in." She whimpered. The other line clicked.

"Oh geez. You again? Where are you, I don't want a huge search-party montage again."

"Papa of Razzi?!" She shouted in shock. There was a smooth chuckle over the phone.

"I've got your friends with me... as you could probably guess. Let's make this simple: You tell me where you are, my buddies'll pick you up, and we'll see what happens from then on." He commanded her in a calm tone that sickened and annoyed the usually oblivious cat-girl. She groaned out loud, a noise that quickly turned into a lion's roar. Her Nyanishness was kicking in again. "You know what? Never mind. I tracked your call. My friends should be right behind you."

Lights out.

POV Switch

Papa of Razzi put the walkie-talkie on a marble table and sighed dismally as he turned to face the bound up, beaten TMK. "Did you really think that putting me in a bit of water would stop me from getting to you?"

"Enough with the chit-chat. Just take the stupid pictures, alright?" Aiden snapped impatiently.

"Nothing a few discriminating photos can't do to your identity." Gill muttered to himself sarcastically. The door swung open behind them. It was a paparazzo, with Ocelott slung over his shoulder. He placed her beside her friends and was out of the room almost instantly, not at all interfering with the crisis at hand. Papa gave a short laugh, adjusting his tuxedo.

"Who's gonna save you now? Your friend with the weird hair?" He ruffled Lukas's hair to make the rude joke stick. "Anyways, it's not pictures that I want, not this time. I was letting you off easy back there. Now, though," He laughed evilly, "Now, I want revenge."

"How're you planning on doing that?" Lukas sneered, mostly enfuriated that he had been kidnapped, but screaming mad that someone just decided to mess with his locks. Papa stopped.

"Eh, don't know. You're definitely taking the plunge, though, on top of everything else I might come up with." He started to walk into the kitchen before returning with a knife and a rather large bottle. Ocelott didn't have to sniff twice before she realized that it was almond extract. The five stared back anxiously, their eyes more so focused on the sharpened blade, though Ocelott was more afraid of the almond extract. One drop in the eyes could cause some intense pain! Enough would be worse than the knife!

"What the heck is on your mind?" Aiden sneered, shifting nervously. Papa laughed at the boy's fear, it only fueling him to proceed.

"Well, you know what it feels like to have billion bucks stolen right from under you by five kids? It feels like getting cut with a knife... and then pouring almond extract all over it, that's what it feels like." He grabbed Maya by the arm, causing her to shriek.

"LET HER GO!" Aiden screamed. At that point, the door swung open. Papa flinched, dropping the knife and the extract. The strong, burning scent of alchohol filled the room. It was even worse for Ocelott who had a sensitive nose.

The door swung open, revealing... socks?!

"Uh, have you seen our feet?" The left sock asked. The right one shook his head in dismay.

"We lost our feet yesterday." He replied. (then you realized that socks don't have heads to shake) "Have you seen a barefoot man about yea high, wears nothing but underwear?"

"What the heck is the meaning of this?!" Papa shouted frustratedly.

"Whoa! Calm down, sissy! We're just trying to find our footing, that's all." While Papa was arguing with the socks, Lukas spotted Gabriel walk past, of course suffering to stare confusedly at the talking socks.

"GABRIEL! HEEEEEEEELP!" Lukas screamed at the top of his lungs, coming out as sounding more feminine than he intended, but loud and shrill nonetheless. Gabriel heard instantly, whipping out his sword as if the act was nothing more than second nature, which it was. He leapt over the socks and into the room.

"Lukas! What troubleth thou?"

"Talk NORMAL Gabriel!" Lukas shouted. Gabriel cleared his throat.

"Lukas! What seems to be the problem?" He asked, wondering why he started talking like that narrator from the audio-version of the King James Bible. Even that was out of character for him. No one quite knew why Gabriel talked the way he did, though no one hated it. It was just different... and loud!

Lukas shot Gabriel a deadpan look and Gabriel instantly picked up on the fact that Lukas was all tied up. He readied his weapon and stormed right towards Papa of Razzi who pulled out a sword of his own. (swordfight scene!)

The two crystaline blades collided, making a loud noise.

"What are you doing to my friends?" Gabriel's tone was tense as he was using a lot of strength as their blades ground against one another.

"I'm doing what they chose!" Papa swung around and almost cut Gabriel in the legs, but the agile warrior leapt like a cat and the sword whooshed up under his legs.

"Which is what, may I ask?" Their swords collided and they held them together, trying to force the blade out of the other's hand.

"Paying them their revenue." The swords slid off of each other, making a 'zing' noise that caught Ocelott's attention. Being part cat made her very sensitive to loud noises and she yelled along, coincidentally sounding like a cello playing a dramatic war theme. Because the loud noise was continuing, Ocelott thought she might as well give them the musical accompaniment.

Gabriel and Papa continued to fight, though Gabriel was coming out as one quite experienced in swordplay, or at least better than Papa. They battled around for a few moments, slashing here, cutting there, swinging at limbs, before Papa slammed his sword into the wall during a failed attempt to kill Gabriel. Seeing that his sword was stuck, Gabriel kicked him in the stomach and Papa fell to the floor.

Lukas, Aiden, Gill and Maya cheered. Ocelott meowed.

"Stay down." Gabriel commanded coldly to Papa. He then went to the bound gang and untied them. Like in all the superhero movies, policemen showed up and took Papa and his band of Paparazzi to jail. Gabriel questioned TMK about their being with Papa to which they answered honestly, but making sure to tell him that TMK was a secret to be kept among only themselves, to which Gabriel agreed on one condition: they had to tell him whenever TMK assembled so that should anything go awry, as usual, he would know their whereabouts and be able to make an appearance.

They all went home.

While on the walk home, though, Lukas decided to ask Ocelott about her own mission before the kidnapping.

"So, Ocelott... uh, about your nose...?" His voice trailed off, her cue to answer his half-question. Just like Story Mode to give you two sets of equally hard answers.

She could either expose Ivor and hurt Jessica for, probably, the rest of her life. Or she could keep Ivor a secret, lie to her best friend and lose her nose's credibility thus staining her image as a purebred Nyayn Hybrid. She sighed, feeling that it was too much for her mind. While she would've rather played the rainbow card and act as if at that time she had been oblivious, she knew that she needed to answer his question.

Oh, hard decisions. She took one final breath before giving her answer. "It's busted... goodnight." She quickly left, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She kind of liked crying because it was something she rarely did, but now she wished she could be happy. She wished she had just accepted the fact that her nose was broken and just gotten on with her life.

Author's Note:

Sorry for not uploading! Just got really busy with school and animating, then to top it all off I got writer's block near the end. But don't worry! I won't give up on this story out of the blue, you'll have a satisfying ending.

*'I feel like I haven't eaten in three weeks' is a reference to FanfictionLover07's fanfiction "After It All". Go read it! It's awesome!

SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!

Anyways, something else that you should know...

These next chapters might hurt your headcanon. To avoid not displaying much (though this hint may be obvious) I'll give you one word:

Odd-Abhor.

Okay, cya! Thanks for the support, everyone! Almost 5,000 views and people wanting to see new chapters! This has been an amazing adventure on this website! Thanks for the dedication! It's what makes me really want to keep writing!