Hello people!!!

This is chapter five. But first, I want to thank ALL you people out there that have read and/or reviewed this fanfic so far! You're so cute and nice!! I love you all! It's for you I keep this thing on-line 0)

I think I'm going to slow my updates –even more- now; my job is getting into the hardest months, school has just started, I'm working out hard in the gym, another two fanfics are being wrote and having only weekends to see my boyfriend, well… You see, now my agenda is full… .' Anyways, I'm not gonna let you down.

Indigo-chan: Hehe, I think Scavenger is cranky. Like some old men that have seen bad and worst times in their lives… but yeah, he runs his mouth off his cohorts even more than Screamer… (Now that I come to think about it… Scavenger could have a good reason to be complaining for everybody's faults ´cause he is old… but the Screamer? He's just a kid! Either he is paranoid or he is hysteric… I could recommend him a good anger management counselor, though.)

Now, on the fic!

CHAPTER 5: IS THAT A MINI-CON?!

Having Scavenger in the Moon base was proving to be a real pain in the exhaust pipes. Things were so quiet and peaceful –if having a group of psychos gathered in a small base can be called peaceful- before he arrived… well maybe a little too quiet but hey! At least they had freedom to do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted as long as Megatron wasn't around.

Now they barely had time to think. Who this old coot thinks he is to enter the scene and turn things from the inside out in the base with his own ridiculous old-fashioned rules? Not even Megatron, being the tyrant he was, had made their lives so hard! Positively, Scavenger was worst, a true cynic… "Sadistic" to put him in the terms Seeker Nami and Cyclonus granted him four days after his arrival. Although the blue helicopter thanked the bulldozer in secret, at least he had prevented Starscream to diminish him less than a sushi plate.

Starscream and Demolisher were talking to each other to pass their free time while taking a break in the CR Chamber. Scavenger had had the "kindness" of giving their pained mechanisms the chance to "take a breath" or so to speak. Demolisher complained for a stinging pain in his left rear he had inflicted himself accidentally during the speed training because he overworked his hydraulic cylinders in order to dodge and duck several dangerous obstacles in the way… that and a cracking sound in his right arm's transforming device; he had done his best to lay down into the recharge berth without hurting himself more.

—Urrrgh… I'm not made for this rattling. I'm getting old. Either that oversized microwave is in High Density Energo-Valium or I'm a real couch potato.—

Starscream was in no better shape than the tank; his combat against Hot Shot left him with a wrist sliced in two and in spite he weld all nerve terminals and mobile information receptor modules together and his sister had taken the hard task to restore his whole subset mainframe which connected all of the above to his motherboard –which she did successfully-, the training that old bulldozer was yielding him to was not doing anything to help him recover his health and now he suffered because the small discs that provided his hand of full mobility got stuck in the most painful positions making his recently weld cables to send flashes of pain to his tactile sensors. An aching hand shouldn't be a big deal for a warrior… unless of course that, like Starscream, his survival relies only in his sword and a great physical condition for hand-to-hand combat. His Null-Ray Cannons wasted too much Energon to be used continuously during a battle.

—I'd not get mad if that ol' bastard allowed me to use Cyclonus for target practice… or better yet, in my swordfight trainings.—Starscream murmured.

—Stop overloading your hard drives with that. In any case I should be the annoyed one. I mean they were getting it on in front of me! Don't you come and tell me that is no senseless, for Primus sake!—

—Nah, but Seeker Nami's my sister. And no one, but no one gets his hands on her! You understand?!—

—Alas, Starscream. You don't have to shout. I haven't done anything bad. If it were for me I'd try to "seize" your sister's boyfriend, but I'm not of the kind to do so.—

—Hey! Don't tell me your intimacies. But well, too bad you don't dare to do it. Although you surprise me a lot, Demolisher. I knew you wanted to hang out with Cyclonus for so long. What happened then? You were so slow… honest.

—How funny "Screamer". I chicken'd out, I guess.—

—No cool…—

—Speaking 'bout that... Where might they be? Couldn't they be tired after such torture The Slaver put them in?—

—No idea. I'd rather not think about it.—

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Outside, in one of the many craters in the lunar surface, Seeker Nami took a nap alongside Cyclonus. Both were tired. But Scavenger had taken possession of the computer room Cyclonus used once as his "nap-room" so the blue helicopter have been reduced to look for a comfortable place to spent his break hours without being disturbed, and he had achieved his goal quite well. This crater was miles away from the base, so there were little to no chances to be annoyed. However it had its bad side; in case Megatron required their presence they'd not notice, it wasn't that they were interested in obeying their boss promptly, no of course not, but they just loved their sparks so much to let them shattered to pieces for not doing what the horned one told them to immediately.

—I hate that Scavenger…—Cyclonus stretched his body to relax his systems then he placed a heavy arm around Seeker Nami's slender waist. The young seeker was deeply asleep with a fatigued expression in her childish features; she had had little rest in the last hours and had not recharged her Energon battery in thirty hours. The antagonism Scavenger raised in Cyclonus' spark grew even more not for the fact he cut off their freedom but for the way he treated the little girl; he didn't care he lost his favorite place to sleep, he will not even care if Scavenger ripped off his propellers during a cruel training. But seeing Seeker Nami put under this kind of pressure infuriated him. She's just a child… she can do whatever she likes. Cyclonus thought, dimming his grass green optics. Seeker Nami shook her body, as if sensing the waves of negative energy irradiating from her mate. Cyclonus laid his body down once again, placing his chin on top of the head of the girl sleeping in his arms. Well… is not that bad after all.

Both, like the other two Transformers in the CR Chamber, had to pass a though test. All of a sudden, the new comer had come to realize that the Decepticon helicopter was bad in long-distance attacks. He had labeled him as impertinent, bad shooter and stupid. He could let Megatron call him that, even allow Starscream –out of habit-, but this estranger had no rights. As a result of Scavenger's statement Cyclonus had to spent fifteen hours straight aiming to different holographic moving panels. The headache, the faint short-circuit in his optics without mentioning the pain in his arms and the Energon drained battery left him uncomfortable and tired. His torture didn't seem as cruel as the one his little mate had to suffer. Scavenger himself had taken Seeker Nami as his –forced- trainee. "Your brother can barely keep himself in one piece. And he dares to "train" you as he claims? I'll show you what real training is." The ancient Transformer told her, since then Seeker Nami's life reduced to nothing but the most cruel and sadistic torture –As Cyclonus said.- ever known in Cybertronian history. The poor girl had to fight against Scavenger with all her might; dodge, counter, block, predict countless attacks, assaults and insults from the spawn of power Scavenger was. Not to mention other trainings she had to endure like lifting three times her own weight over her shoulders at the same time she fought, submit her exoskeleton and armor to tests such as tolerance to high –or low- temperatures and pressure -that endangered her life- and exercise –even more- her razor-sharp senses. It was surprising that the young girl could take it without passing away, maybe Scavenger just made her training look harder than what it actually was. Who could tell? Nevertheless, neither Starscream nor Cyclonus were pleased with the treatment Seeker Nami received just because the old crank thought of her as an "easy woman".

A beep cut off his thoughts as he eyed down his partner. She had a small necklace-like "beeper" which alarm was resonating at the same time it shone. Seeker Nami stood up lazily answering the call:

—Y-yes? T-this is S-Seeker Nami, I hear you Screamer.—

Sister, take your and your buffoon's metallic ass over here immediately… bring your petro-vermin too. Strascream out.

Seeker Nami stood up, stretching her arms and torso yawning awkwardly and transformed in a jet to fully awake her systems. Cyclonus did the same a bit confused and followed her back to base. What a bad luck. Wasn't he able of having a single moment to be alone with the fembot he loved?

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—Two mini-con signals in the same place? Megatron, the area these two signals are located in is a highly populated Hispanic city. I don't think a group shall be sent there.—Demolisher stated after he read the zone map showing in a green computer screen.

—Then I'll just sent Seeker Nami.—Megatron said, his voice cold as ice.

—Megatron, this is madness! Seeker Nami is so tired for this mission, if the Autobots shows off –which is the most probable thing- they'll do it in group, since they can sneak unnoticed, hence blow her to pieces!—

—Thanks you so much for the vote of confidence, Screamer.—She murmured in sarcasm, using a very different pet name for her brother than her usual.

—She's old enough to protect herself.—Swindle beeped.

—Megatron, I accept the mission and promise to have success.—

—Very well. Now go, before the Autobots arrive!—

—Yes, sir!—

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The Moon is shining in the skies; its light and the stars' is dimmed by the brightness originated in the metropolis which life and movement does never finish. Down there, countless souls, trapped in mortal bodies are carrying out the several activities their existence had slavered them to, sharing the sweet monotony of modern human civilization. Even in this world of artificial days and nature, the shadows of the night, with their azure shading knacks to subsist, and it's thanks to these shadows that those much more cunning or –perhaps- braver creatures dares to leave their hideouts in the depths of the asphalt, only to look for shelter in the night's gloom to perform their illicit activities.

And, like for those braver creatures, shadows brings shelter to that whom, being from another planet, ventures to prowl the skies these humans dare to call "theirs". Stealth is essential and the humans being so busy in their lives of boredom and stress is a great support for the success of this, her mission.

The area where the new mini-cons had activated, in the borders of the city was an isolated place, where electric light and other basic supplies had been discontinued long ago. The area, an abandoned "industrial colony" recalls the memory of the old low-class neighborhoods of Iacon, far away, there in Cybertron.

Nice hideout mini-cons.

Seeker Nami turns off her turbines and starts to descent, looking for an appropriate place to land. Meanwhile Lollypop began to be increasingly more restless inside the jet's cockpit, the sweet smell of the mini-con panels inflated his desperation even more.

Opposite to what Seeker Nami may have thought in the very same instant, she wasn't completely alone in this abandoned zone, the shadows were giving someone else protection, someone that, like Seeker Nami wasn't yet ready for the surprises this full-moon night was going to give.

Not so far away from the Decepticon's landing place, in an old storage building, ruined for the long years unused, which airing systems are now home of rats and other vermins, where nothing but dust could be collected, in a deep hole once used as cistern lays one of the examples of what modern human society has contributed to create and however always trying to ignore; the misery to what it pushes some of its own elements, in spite of its hypocrite wish to help is yet always looking to destroy: a young streetwise girl around seventeen years-old sleeps deeply in the darkest corner of the musty container covered by nothing but a t-shit and a pair of jeans reduced to rags. She slept the heavy slumber of a dose of marihuana provided to an ill-fed body. That until an odd sound coming from the other side of the metallic floor awoke her, the effects of the toxin she had were now passing away, but even under the consequential stupor she wasn't able to ignore that persistent noise; her mind gave her a first signal, an alert signal to escape, perhaps in it was the police. No, this noise didn't come from atop, but from under her. She stood up slowly and knocked the metal, the resulting echo didn't indicate anything, this walls were supposed to be surrounded by nothing but thick asphalt plaiting. The floor trembled making her wince; this was too much for an hallucination. The ground shook harder and the rusted metal finally gave up. Panic possessed the human girl when a glittering green light shone a few steps in front of her; two figures almost her size appeared among dust and debris, one walked straight, like a human, the other had a zoomorphic shape and walked in all fours.

—Where are we?—

—Silence! We've got company.—

—Grrrrh… Friend… or foe?—

The girl, who was now leaning in the wall for support couldn't guess what these two next movement nor what were they looking for. Both made sounds like those of a machine, she thought it might be some kind of coded communication system. Still scared, she dared to raise her voice:

—Qué carajo son ustedes!?—She yelled in Spanish.

Both robots fix their gazes in her. Nocturne vision and infrared filters distorted the fleshling figure, however gave hint to the unexpected visitor that, unless this creature spat acid from its mouth, it was no threat. The zoomorphic robot walked to her; even in its four legs it almost had her height, like a 150cc motocross motorcycle. Suddenly the tempo of heavy steps and the clang of metal against metal cut off this odd first contact.

—Now, what's dhat?—

—Quick, we must run!—

The two robots, recently activated mini-cons, decoded the language this fleshling had talked to them and the humanoid mini-con spoke in what to her sounded like Spanish: —I don't know who or what you are, but that sound means nothing good. I suggest we---He was interrupted by the loud clash of ripped metal and a high-pitched roar. The three beings inside the cistern faced two purple-red glowing eyes, which watched them in foul fury; two long, saber-like sharp teeth greeted them in a twisted grimace meaning a warning.

—Let's get out of here!—The humanoid grabbed her by one arm.—Our four-legged friend will take care of that hungry monster… once that animal's distracted… we run.—The girl, confused as she was, decided to follow this mechanic guy; he had talked to her in the very same way ha had spoke to his partner when she first saw them, answers challenged all logic and the more she tried to make sense the less she found a reason why did she understand them as if they spoke in Spanish.

Lollypop's diamond-sharp paws ripped apart the metal of the narrow entrance to the cistern jumping toward the mini-cons, the animal-like mini-con got in its way and smacks the petro-rabbit right in the face, then getting a hold of its neck with his powerful mechanic jaws.—Thish ish a pedtro-rabbit… dhey gwere s'ppbossed tho live onlhy in Cyberthron…—The mini-con says, not letting go of his grip on Lollypop's neck.

—A Sharkticon if it pleases you! There's no time to think about it. Girl, let's go!—With this the two bipeds got in a runaway. The mini-con ran faster that the girl who soon started to have problems to follow his pace, he was going to help her when a gigantic foot stood in their way.

—Uh-uh-huh… where you think you're going mini-cons?—Seeker Nami moved her arm down to seize them but an stinging electric shock hurt her hand. This mini-con had the ability to control electricity and managed to numb the larger Transformer's mechanical sensors systems, making her hand immobile.—You slagged piece of shit!—

Lollypop jumped out of the hole he was in, still clutched to the other mini-con in what could be called a dogfight. They roared throwing bites with all their might; a thick green liquid ooze among the petro-rabbit's hirsute hair, it already showed several deep open wounds but, like it, its challenger was in no better shape. All of a sudden, Lollypop emitted an ultrasonic roar the human was unable to hear unlike the mechas surrounding her; this sound provoked its challenger, whose audio receptors were the most sensitive, to fell on the ground by a shutdown of his systems.

—Good job Lollypop, now catch him!—

Lollypop was about to slice the main wire that provided the Energon flow on the mini-con's body in two when his sole large optic came on-line and with dazzling speed he stood up, throwing the petro-rabbit several meters away with a single blow of his paw. Seeker Nami tossed her task to a side and ran to help her pet; this was the moment they were waiting for to escape.

—On my back!—The four legged mini-con told the girl. She sat on top of him.

—What's that thing pursuing us?—

—A Decepticon. And I'm afraid it's furious.—

—A Decepti-what?—

—Forget about it, explanations will be later.—

Seeker Nami put Lollypop in the ground and drew out her sword, resuming her hunting. At these heights discretion was no longer an option. Those mini-cons were not going to getaway, they'll not mock out of her. I promised to return to the base with you and that's what I'm gonna do.

The strong footsteps of the Decepticon warrior could be heard to a very close distance. If they did not speed up their pace they were going to be captured soon, but the human's presence made the task harder. Taking advantage of the literally narrow passageways between storages and other buildings, the mini-cons tried their best to puzzle the track the seeker had on them. Bad idea, the larger Transformer hadn't won the "seeker" reputation for nothing and with her petro-rabbit helping, they had zero chances to make her lose track.

—Let's split!—The other mini-con stated, transforming into an small flying vehicle.—Take the human with you. I'll try to sidetrack that oversized valkyrie. She seems much more dangerous than her petro-vermin.—

—Alright.—

Now each took their own separate ways, hoping to save their hides. It would be either a very good strategy, or a very bad one if they happened to find another enemy. The young girl braced herself to the mini-con's back with all her strength, praying this to be only a drug overdose nightmare. God how she wished it to be, but when she heard a piercing howl of the monstrous alien animal all her hopes vanished to ashes. Out of nowhere, Lollypop leapt in front of them, stopping them to a halt, clamping its sharp teeth it defied his foe to a combat, which was promptly accepted.

The girl hops down of her partner's back and proceeds to hide behind a group of huge metallic containers, watching the two monsters as they circled themselves, examining their weaknesses.

On the other hand, the flying mini-con was now taking care of the Decepticon Seeker she avoided transforming back to a jet and slashed her sword feverishly in an attempt to stop the smaller mechaniroid, her purpose of capturing him was clear, since no gash was directed with killing intention. The small robot darted her attacks with ease, surprised at the seeker's uncommon reaction to not leap in the sky and pursue him, suddenly one of his engines stopped working, making him lose control for a brief instant.

Computer Status Report:

Critical Energon Levels

Shutdown imminent

Time Remaining: 90 Breems

Now he was terrified, he had not much time remaining and the seeker won't give up, with only one engine and very little Energon left he was running out of options, he went back to his robot mode and started running as fast as he could, shooting potent electric discharges with a cannon he had on his shoulder. If he was going to fall, he will do it fighting. Seeker Nami was over him.

—Now you're mine!—She cried in victory when she clasped her hands together over him, bearing the torment of his electric discharges.—From now on, you'll be a Decepticon like me.—A load of energy arose from Seeker Nami's forehead, covering the struggling mini-con clenched in her fingers.—You are no more you. You're BerryBreeze, my mini-con.—The purplish light wrapping the mini-con faded soon, showing him with a totally different appearance. Now he was kind of an scale version of a modified Mustang GT bearing the Decepticon insignia on top of his hood and the mini-con insignia in his fenders, where the horse insignia should be. BerryBreeze went back to his robot mode vowing slightly in obedience.—It' now time to capture the others. Will you help me?—Seeker Nami inquired with malice, receiving a single "beep" as an affirmative answer.

The two animals' wrestling was now fiercer then before, Lollypop had only one thing in mind: reduce that mini-con to scrap. To it, Megatron's orders didn't matter. It was better to continue with its own impulses and accomplish its personal goals. Lollypop clasped his sharp claws around the mini-con monster's neck, causing him fell to the floor. It was when the girl decided to enter the action and, lifting with difficult what once must have been a part of a car, which seemed enough to help her partner.

—Hey, vermin!—When Lollypop erected his position facing her a heavy piece of steel struck it among the eyes, causing him to lose equilibrium, leaving it unconscious and flat. Limping, the mini-con approached her, his single optic flickering with the spasms of a short-circuit and barked in gratitude before collapsing.

Status Report:

Critical Energon Levels

Shutdown Program Executed

Recharge Time: Undetermined

The little human kneeled in front of the robot and pocked him twice in the head, waiting for a response. Once again panic gained control over her soul, she wad alone and lost; she had never went so far in the old industrial colony thus being unfamiliar to her, besides there was nowhere to run with that giant mechanical monster running around. Feeling defeated she fell on her back, arms over her head, curling herself into a ball trembling as if the outside temperature had descended to zero, crying in despair.

Lifting her gaze up at the sound of a loud tempo of metallic footsteps she faced a pair of black and purple legs coming closer to her and swept the figure with a glance. Seeker Nami looked at her as well with a curious expression on her lips.

—You're the ugliest mini-con I've ever seen.—She murmured in Cybertronian, she found Lollypop in the floor, green sticky blood oozing from its forehead and mouth.—Lollypop!—The impulse to run and hug it in her arms faded, this time she wasn't going to lose her precious trophies, not when she already had them almost on her hands, she knelt down, leaning her head closer to the human's eye level to look at her straight.

—Who are you? I have never seen a mini-con like you before.—

The expression in the human's face changed from that of terror to one of fury.—My name is Paulina and I'm not that mini-shit you're talking about! I'm a dammed human! Now tell me, what the fuck are you?—

Seeker Nami smiled widely, she had feared to have wrongly codified the language in which BerryBreeze had told her the fleshling spoke.—What a horrible way to speak Spanish you have!—Nami replied as a matter of a fact.—I am Seeker Nami, a Transformer from planet Cybertron. I'm a Decepticon… and I'm afraid you had the bad luck of getting in my way… since we Decepticons are no angels.—The black jet grabbed her in one hand, squeezing her lightly.—You and your friends now belong to the Almighty Lord Megatron.—

—I belong to nobody!—

—What a pity. That time has passed.—

Paulina recalled she still had in her possession one of BerryBreeze's electric weapons and used it to short-circuit her captor's hand. It was a risky maneuver, either Seeker Nami tightened her grip reducing her to a bloody pulp or open it violently freeing her, she was going to take the risk. Seeker Nami's hand convulsed pressing her finger tighter for some seconds and then opened, throwing Paulina to the floor. She walked to the fallen mini-con, trying to make him react by kicking him. Seeker Nami, now angry, launched an energy ray straight to them. Paulina braced herself for the final blow but nothing seemed to occur, this ray wouldn't affect her for she was no programmable computer however it changed the mini-cons programming, turning him into a Decepticon. His synthesizer let go of a mechanical howl while he adopted the shape of a motorcycle. Paulina was amazed, her mini-con friend looked like a racing motorcycle, as some cool ones she had seen several times on the streets and had always envied though his paint job was similar to his previous silver-green one. The motorcycle changed his form once again, to its original robot form; an enormous mechanical wolf with a single optic that stretched from audio to audio like a viewfinder. Paulina stared at him in awe, and it was all she could do to stammer senseless words as if stupid until a word was coherent enough in her lips:

—Overdose.—

the mech-wolf turned his face to her, recognizing Paulina as his legitimate master and vowed his head in acquiescence.—My name is Overdose, I am a Decepticon and you, Paulina, are my master.—

Seeker Nami laughed in a shrill, like a witch after complying a dark mortal spell.—Oh dear Primus, how cute.—Now that she was sure no one will escape she walked to Lollypop and cuddled it in her arms, cleaning carefully the greenish blood oozing from its open wounds.—Poor baby, no worry Lolly-chan. I'll cure you.—She muttered tenderly. Paulina, seeing this diametric behavior realized this mechanical female was actually insane. Her instincts prevented her from trying anything risky for it was prudent to condescend with her desires.

—Well… Seeker Nami?—

Paulina crossed her arms, leaning over Overdose, waiting a reply from her captor; she looked cool and bold her eyes hard like two balls of black granite, at this heights she was ready for the worst, after all, all tentatives of escaping seemed trivial. Seeker Nami directed a quick glance to her and transformed into a jet, letting a sigh of comfort. Paulina held a gasp and backed away, she had never imagined she had such an amazing ability. Now, now. I think I'm gonna like this.

Seeker Nami placed Lollypop inside her cockpit, then encouraged the carbon-based being near her.—Get up at once, fleshling.—

—You must be crazy if you believe I'm not going to sit down beside that filthy monster!—

—Very well, then you will just simply sit down in my fuselage and will expect to get cooked once we leave the planet's atmosphere… after you became an ice-cream.—

—Leave the planet's atmosphere? You stupid? I'll not be able to breathe outside!—

—True… I forgot you fleshlings are very useless beings. But if I let you go, the world will know about us. Not to mention Megatron will make an Inferno out of my life. Besides… I think you're a pretty pet. For which I have decided to keep you. Hahaha!—

Paulina gave her a glare of deep hatred and hurried to get away again but BerryBreeze took a grab of her in his arms and carried her back to Seeker Nami, placing her gently on her cockpit aside Lollypop, the golden crystal slid over them closing the cabin with the human fighting to break free from the belts that held her to the pilot's seat. BerryBreeze had already taken his place in the rear's jet, between her two turbines, while Overdose found himself a position in on of the Null-Ray Cannon's connection ports. When all was ready, the young seeker turned her engines on and flew up the starry sky. Several meter above a strange deliberation seized her mother-board. The Autobots… Why didn't they show up? The fact they had ignored a two mini-con signal isn't possible. The agitation of the hunt, the adrenaline-like impulse of the primitive instinct of a challenge and her own overwhelming insanity had done nothing good to her CPU making her forget about an essential matter such as getting on the Autobots' way, everything gave the hint they weren't aware of the mini-con's awakening. A quick checkup of her scanners showed that there was no sign of any Autobot signature in the proximities, nothing that could represent a threat, no ambush. A faint unknown signal was registered for a nano-second, leaving the seeker with the conviction that it had been, after all, a hallucination. Big deal, I need some Energon… Curiosity lingered within her, but her sixth sense pointed out she should ignore her perceptions and return sooner to the base, were Megatron was awaiting for her for sure.

A dark figure, whose penetrating glowing blood-red optics were watching at the direction Seeker Nami had departed, hiding within the shadows of the remainders of old buildings.

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I MADE IT!!! I MADE IT!! PRUMUS BLESS THE HOLY HELP OF THOSE ON-LINE TRANSLATORS!! -- Though they make this thing much more cheesy… with me being in such a rush I don't have enough time to check all my grammar and spelling. I'll look for a beta reader, promise!

BYE, BYE! I'll try to write faster next time. Expect more to come, I feel like this chapter is unfinished… T.T