Hi there. Here's the next chapter…I loved writing it…..One quick note...I see that the thought stars I use when someone is thinking don't work anymore...I'm going to use something else for next chapter.

Please, sit back, relax, read, review, and enjoy the next chapter of Psyche vs. 552.

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Sonar shook his head at Psyche. "I beg to differ. You are crazy. What were you doing running down the hall like that?"

"What do you mean?" Psyche asked in frustration.

"I heard you curse and when I went out into the hall to check on you I saw you take off down the hall like a bat out of hell."

"Did you not see the mass of living darkness trying to swallow me or those razor sharp hooks trying to drag me into it?" Psyche asked in surprise.

Sonar stared at Psyche with widened eyes. A look of amazement washed over his face. "Psyche, there was nothing chasing you." He said slowly, as if to ease the words into her.

Psyche gasped and was taken aback. "What?...But…I…The experiments…I saw a few of them get swallowed." She said.

She and Sonar walked down the hallway where Psyche saw some experiments get swallowed. They were where they were standing, unharmed. They all stared at Psyche like she was crazy when she reentered the hall.

"But..I saw them all get killed." Psyche said pointing.

Sonar gasped and felt a bit embarrassed for Psyche. The other experiments started mumbling mean things about Psyche. "Come on, you." He said loudly. "Time to get you to the doctor." Sonar pushed Psyche out of the hallway and into the one where the tear once was.

"What was all that about me and the doctor?" Psyche asked angrily.

"I had to say something. You were making a fool of yourself."

"But it happened, I swear it!"

Sonar sighed and held his head in his hands. "I don't know what to say Psyche. I saw you take off down the hall flipping and screaming and I didn't see anything following you. Do you have any proof?"

"Proof? My word isn't good enough? You're my best friend!"

"Yeah, and I know how loopy you can get. Now I ask you again, do you have any proof?"

Psyche looked to the ceiling and groaned in frustration. Then she looked to the bottom of the wall past Sonar and saw the scraps of silver cloth. Psyche smiled and ran passed Sonar, grabbing the torn dress. She held it up.

"Proof enough?"

Sonar gasped and fell to his knees when he saw the dress. "Oh creation…The dress…I worked really hard on it."

"I know and I'm sorry. When the hooks were chasing me they came really close."

"All that hard work."

Psyche sighed. "I'm glad you're happy I'm okay." She said sarcastically.

"What? Oh, yeah."

Psyche growled. "Goodness, I really hate Jumba's little children."

"Hey, it's just that one guy that did something to you. Aren't you supposed to be fighting him anyway?"

"Yeah."

At that moment, a voice came over the loud speaker. "WOULD 1105 PLEASE BE REPORTING IMMEDIATELY TO INFIRMARY EMERGENCY ROOM!"

Sonar fell over, laughing at the announcement.

"Oh great, now that fat idiot is doing announcements?" Psyche asked.

"That was funny. He talks so weird." Sonar said, holding his belly.

They headed to the infirmary. When they arrived, Jumba was sitting over by a bed and Mercy was standing by the door. Mercy had a worried look on his face.

Psyche became worried as well. "What is it?...Is Lucky or Charlatan hurt?"

Anyone but Lucky. Sonar thought.

"No." Jumba said angrily. He got up and advanced towards Psyche. "Why is it that when you were sent out to choose your male, one of my female experiments was sent here?"

Sonar's eyes widened. Psyche stopped being worried. "Listen, fatso, before you start lacing into me about your little experiment getting hurt you might want to hear my side of things."

"Your side? It's too bad your side is the only one we're going to hear. The female you hurt is dead." Mercy said.

Psyche gasped. "I…I… I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I am sure you didn't." Jumba said sarcastically. "Funny. You go to the kitchen where my experiments were eating and one is dead and her mate is missing. Did you pick her mate?"

"NO!" Psyche yelled. "He was a smug trog of a male."

"Then where is he?" Jumba asked.

Psyche paused for a moment. Sonar stared at the floor hoping no one would ask him anything.

"What do I look like?...Your children's keeper? Listen, I didn't do anything wrong." Psyche said. "You have to believe me. I would never do this on purpose." Unless they had it coming which she did, but that's besides the point She thought

"Then why is my experiment dead?...YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SAVING THEM NOT KILLING THEM!" Jumba said, enraged.

"Hold on Jumba," Mercy began calmly. "I know you're upset. You have every right to be. But this is Psyche. She's one of my most perfect experiments. I'm sure she has an explanation."

"Perfect? Yeah right." Sonar muttered under his breath.

Psyche glared at him. "I'm more perfect than you." She muttered back. Sonar rolled his eyes.

"Psyche, now would be a good time to tell us what happened." Mercy said calmly.

Psyche took a deep breath and told them about how 512 approached her and wouldn't back down. She also told them about how she slammed 512 into the wall.

"What is this AT Boundary?" Jumba asked. "I thought those only existed in the mind."

Mercy decided to explain. "An absolute terror boundary is the wall the mind puts up to keep others out. Like if someone won't let you in to their world and is always quiet. That is their AT boundary at work."

"I can materialize my AT boundary and push people away…Kind of like a wall around my personal space. Unfortunately, if the person gets to close I can't use it, a flaw." Psyche added.

"I see. So, you used it to push my 512 into wall? And you used so much force that you killed her?" Jumba asked to make things clear.

"Yep, that's about it." Psyche said smiling.

Jumba took a few steps closer to Psyche and looked down into her eyes. "There's still the matter of 435 missing and I have feeling you had something to do with that too."

He's thinking way too highly of himself to think he can walk up to me like that. Who does he think he is? "It would be wise to back up out of my personal space, Dr. Jookiba." Psyche said sternly.

Jumba looked infuriated. "I will do no such thing until I get some answers."

Psyche sighed and looked over to Mercy and spoke to him telepathically. If you don't get this moron away from me right now, I'm going to put a very large hole though the wall in the shape of his body.

Mercy cleared his throat. "Uh, Jumba, may I talk to you in private?"

"NOW? Why?" Jumba asked.

"Please, this is important." Mercy motioned to his office. Jumba sighed and stepped through the door. Mercy looked at Psyche and mouthed the words "later I want an explanation". Psyche nodded her head and gave him a thumbs up. He sighed and followed Jumba into another room.

Sonar hopped into a chair and looked at who was in the bed next to Jumba when he was sitting down. It was 512's dead body. "Wow, she looks so peaceful now." He whispered.

"Why are you whispering? Are you worried she's going to hear you?" Psyche jested. "I don't think you need to worry about that, Sonar."

"Psyche, be nice." Sonar said.

"I'm sorry. I just…I can't believed I killed her. I didn't mean to. She just wouldn't listen." Psyche's voice began to break from sadness.

Sonar hopped off the chair and put an arm around Psyche's shoulders. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm sure Dr. Mercy will convince Jumba it was an accident and I bet you won't get punished."

Psyche sighed and thought a moment. She climbed up onto the chair near 512 and lifted her eye lid.

"Can you see anything?" Sonar asked.

"Nah, nothing really, just part of her memory. She wasn't a very nice person." Psyche said.

Sonar shook his head. "No, one's perfect."

At that moment, the experiments designated as coroners came in and took the dead body away.

"So, what do we do now?" Sonar asked.

"Uh, I have something to take care of. I'll catch up with you later." Psyche said.

"Oh, really?...Do you wanna catch a bite or something before you go?"

"Nah, I gotta go now. Hey, if you see Lucky tell her she's weird."

A strange look appeared on Sonar's face. "Uh, why is she weird?"

"She just is. I just wanna see how she reacts."

Sonar chuckled. "Uh, okay." Psyche winked and Sonar left the room.

Psyche waited till the hallway was clear before she left the room too. When it was clear she headed to the lab morgue. At the morgue, Psyche incapacitated the few experiments that were working there. She looked at all the draws that contained bodies until she found the one that was brought in most recently. Psyche smiled when she found it. She opened it and saw 512's body, cold and stiff.

"You poor thing, it must be very uncomfortable lying there in that cold draw." Psyche's voice was sad and cold as she spoke to the lifeless body. Suddenly her eyes widened in happiness. "I have an idea. How about I take you to where you have some company? Would you like that?"

There was no response.

"I'll take you a nice place I know, but first you look like you need a little pick-me-up."

Psyche held a hand over 512's body. The body began glowing. Soon Psyche put her hands down and bent closer to 512's ear.

"Wake up." She whispered. 512 opened her eyes and began screaming. Her shrill scream would have caused any normal person's brain to explode, but not Psyche. She immediately punched 512's head and knocked her out before anyone could notice her screaming.

"Too much?" Psyche said cheerfully. "I better get you out of here before someone comes."

A short while later, 512 woke up in a standing up position with her hands tied above her head to the wall. She gasped and looked around. She found herself in a dark room with almost no light.

"What's going on here? I thought I died." As she looked around, she saw a table with an experiment tied onto it. She stared at it to figure out of she knew who it was. It looked like of kind of like…

"Oh my god!...435!" She shouted. "435, can you hear me? Say something!"

A small moan came from 435's mouth. 512 looked at his body and the top of his head looked severely burnt. The shackles on his wrist and ankles were dark red from his dried blood. The sight of her mate like that made tears well up in her eyes.

"435, wake up." She whispered. Nothing but a moan left his lips.

"Oh man, he can't talk. Well, at least he's still alive." She said, a bit hopeful.

"Not for long." Said a sweet voice.

512 looked around for the origin of the voice. "Who's there? SHOW YOURSELF!" She shouted.

The voice giggled. "Okay." Psyche did a tumble out of the shadows. "Here I am." She giggled sweetly as if she was playing hide and seek.

"Y…you! You're the girl that killed me!"

Psyche's face went from happy to sad. "What?...I killed you?...No."

"Yes you did! You tossed me into the wall with that force field of yours. Don't you dare say you didn't kill me."

"But…but... I gave you warnings and my friend gave you warnings. It's not my fault that you're stupid and didn't leave me alone." Psyche laced her fingers together and held them to her chest. "But I am sorry."

"SORRY?! Sorry isn't going to give me back the life I was leading"

"Good thing too. Your life sucked."

"Oh I'm gonna…" 512 grunted and tried to leap onto Psyche but she forgot she was tied to the wall.

"Look at you. You're so ungrateful. I bring you back from the dead, and bring you to your mate and this is how you pay me back? You're not very nice."

"YOU WERE THE ONE THAT KILLED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!"

Psyche sighed and walked to the wall. She picked up a big plug and plugged it into the wall. Psyche walked next to a toggle-switch and turned to 512.

"What are you doing?" 512 asked.

"I'm just getting ready to have some fun." Psyche said. She looked over to 435, smiling.

512 looked over to 435 also and her anger deteriorated into pity. "Hey, you've got to tell someone about him. He's really hurt."

"I know. I'm the one that did that to him."

"Why?!"

Psyche told her what happened and 512 began crying. Psyche had tears in her eyes as well because she knows how it feels to lose a loved one. It wasn't exactly the same way 512 lost 435 but it still reminded her.

"Where are we?" 512 asked through her tears.

"We are in the Neg-levels, a place I bring really nasty experiments that have done me great harm. I bring them down here and have lots of fun with them to make up for my pain."

"But I didn't do anything to you. Why did you bring me here?"

Psyche thought a moment. "Hmm, well, I brought you down here for a few reasons. 1. Cuz I saw your dead body and I felt guilty cuz you really wanted to protect your male and he ended up being a trog. So, I brought you down here to let you look at him. 2. I also brought you down here because you disrespected me a lot for no reason and that wasn't very nice. You need to be taught a lesson before you go to the afterlife." Psyche said, shaking her finger at 512.

"You only bring people down here if they did something bad to you? That seems very selfish to me. What about the people who do bad things to a bunch of other people?"

"They find their way down here too. Don't worry"

"So, what are you going to do to me?" 512 asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

"The same thing I do to everyone. Teach lessons."

And with that she grabbed the toggle and flipped it sending hundreds of volts throughout 435's body. 512 watched in shock as she watched her mate scream in agony. Psyche flipped the switch, turning the torture device off.

"The lesson here? Don't play with fire because you'll get burned." Psyche said. She unplugged the machine and headed for the door.

"Hey, you're not just going to leave us, are you?"

"Yes, I am. Oh, and don't worry about your mate. He's not dead….yet. Have fun. Buhbye" Psyche said cheerfully and left the room.

Psyche quickly returned to the upper levels and looked around for Sonar. She found him at a diner that was open really late at the sixth level. She pounced on him and gave him a big hug.

"Hiya." She said cheerfully.

Sonar began choking. "Psyche, I can't breathe and I just ate."

"Okay." Psyche said, letting go of him. "So, what are you up to?"

"Hmm, it's getting really late. I'm thinking about getting to bed."

"Going to bed?" Asked a voice from behind. Char and Lucky came into the diner. "You can't go to bed yet." Char continued. "The night is young."

Sonar chuckled. "What do you guys have in mind?"

"Char's bar. We wanted to go there to have some fun. What do you say?" Lucky asked.

"Drinks on you?" Psyche asked with hope emanating from her pleading expression.

"Sure," Lucky giggles.

"ALRIGHT! I'm there. I'm getting drunk tonight. Whoo!" Psyche cheered.

"Why do you enjoy getting drunk, Psyche? You just end up with a really bad headache tomorrow. Plus, you're really messing up your insides." Sonar said.

Psyche looked at Sonar and paused for a while. Then she looked to everyone else and threw her hands up into the air. "DRINKS ON LUCKY!"

Sonar rolled his eyes and paid his check at the counter, ignoring Psyche.

"Aw, come on, Sonar. Don't be such a killjoy. I'm in a good mood tonight for the first time in a while. Don't kill it for me."

"What are you so happy about?" Lucky asked.

"Let's just say. I'm going to get a mate soon and all is right with the world."

They all got up and headed for the bar.

"So, did you pick out a male yet?" Char asked.

"No, but he's out there. I know it. I can feel it." Psyche said dramatically.

Everyone laughed. Char walked next to Psyche and spoke softly.

"You know, Psyche, if you can't find that guy you're looking for, you can always fall back on me." He said smiling.

"Char, I've told you once and I'll tell you again. You're not my type." Psyche said.

"Oh, why not?" He asked, jokingly.

"You are so not my type."

"Oh, well. I can't say I didn't try." Char said smiling.

Sonar ran next to him and whimpered. "But Charlatan, what about me?"

"What about you?" Char asked, taking a step away.

"If Psyche doesn't date you, can I?" Sonar asked hopefully

Char made a disgusted grunt and turned away from him. Everyone laughed. They soon arrived at the bar and sat with drinks in hand.

Psyche stood up and raised her glass. "Everyone, I would like to make a toast."

Everyone raised a glass and looked at Psyche.

"Okay, I know sometimes I act a little crazy, but I just want to let everyone know right here and now, that no matter how crazy I get I will always love each and everyone of you guys as my closest friends."

Char, Lucky, and Sonar cheered. Psyche continued. "To good drinks and good friends."

The gang agreed and clinked their glasses. Psyche was about to drink from her glass when she noticed something in the reflection in her cup, or more precisely someone. The person she saw had three arms with hooks and no skin on his face. Psyche knew who it was. She slammed her cup down and turned in her seat to look behind herself. She began growling. When she turned around, she didn't see anything but the other people in the bar…nothing out of the ordinary.

Where did he go? Psyche thought.

"What's up, Psyche?" Lucky asked.

Psyche looked one last look around the room for the creature she saw in her glass. She didn't see him. "Nothing, Lucky. I thought I saw something."

"Psyche, we haven't even started drinking yet and already you're acting tipsy? You're funny." Lucky said, giggling. That made Psyche giggle too.

The night seemed to fly and the drinks were flowing. At one point in the night, Psyche felt a little brave and began dancing in the small stage in the bar. All the males in the bar sat close to the stage to see Psyche dance.

"Is Psyche drunk?" Lucky asked.

Sonar chuckled. "Nah, not yet. She knows exactly what she's doing. Psyche acts very weird when she's drunk. When she's drunk, she starts making predictions."

"Do they come true?" Char asked.

"Not sure." Sonar answered. There was a lull in the conversation. "So, Char what are you doing after this?"

Char wasn't listening. He was too busy watching Psyche dance. Sonar rolled his eyes and turned to Lucky. She was giggling at how Char was acting.

"He's so cute." Lucky said.

"He never looks at me that way. Lucky girl." Sonar said referring to Psyche.

Psyche soon came back from dancing and ordered another drink.

"Wow that was fun. Did you guys see all those guys drooling over me?" Psyche giggled. "It was great." Psyche giggled some more.

"She's getting tipsy." Lucky whispered to Sonar. Sonar chuckled and looked at his watch.

"Oh, guys I gotta get out of here. I have to wake up early. Can you guys take care of Psyche for me?" Sonar asked jokingly.

"I can be taking care of myself muchly." Psyche said, her speech slurring a bit.

"Uh huh. She's getting there. I'll see you guys later." Sonar said.

Everyone said bye to Sonar. Lucky turned to Psyche. "Psyche, I think you've had enough."

"Lucky, I'm fine. Don't worry. Worry when I start predicting stuff." Psyche said.

Lucky nodded her head.

Some time later, Lucky whispered to Psyche that she had to go to the bathroom and wanted an escort. Psyche said she really wasn't in the mood to get up and that Char could walk her there. He agreed but Lucky made Psyche promise not to leave the bar. When she agreed, Luck and Char left the bar.

A little while later, Psyche noticed a guy watching her. It wasn't her enemy. This time is was just a guy that really enjoyed Psyche's dancing. He saw that she was giggly and couldn't sit on her stool without leaning on something. He decided to make his move. He sat on a stool next to Psyche.

"Hi there." He said flirtatiously.

"Hey." Psyche said, giggling.

"My name's Sneak. What's yours?"

Psyche did her best to sit up. "Psyche."

"Psyche? That's a nice name."

"It's my name." She giggled.

"Yes it is. Hey are you drunk or something? You seem a bit tipsy."

Psyche didn't say anything. She just giggled. He proceeded to ask Psyche if she needed someone to walk her to her room. Psyche looked into his eyes and saw his real intentions. He was planning on getting her alone and taking advantage of her. Psyche smiled at him after making his proposition and ordered a bottle of rum and nine empty glasses. When the bartender gave it to her, she poured the rum into the glasses and looked at Sneak.

"Are we going to have a drinking game before we go?" He asked smugly.

"Not quite." Psyche said smiling. She raised the bottle and brought it down hard onto the countertop of the bar, breaking off the bottom part of the glass. A look of fear shot into Sneak's eyes. It was justified too, because not a moment later she brought the broken end of the bottle into his chest.

"You made one miscalculation. I'm not drunk yet!" She said with a clear as day voice.

Sneak screamed in pain and the bar became quiet. Psyche used her telekinesis to lift his body out of the bar and toward the hospital wing. She quickly turned around on her barstool and began drinking the rum.

Lucky and Char soon returned and took their seats next to Psyche. She had nine empty glasses in front of her.

"Psyche, did you drink all that?" Lucky asked in surprise.

"Wow, this girl knows how to drink." Char said.

Psyche looked at both of them. "In the future, this bar will play host to the most feared experiment known to experiment-kind."

"Hey, Lucky was that a…" Char asked

"A prediction, yes."

"Okay. That means she's drunk."

"I wonder if we missed anything while we were gone." Lucky thought out loud.

"Come on, Luck. We have to get her home now." Char said, picking up Psyche's arm and putting it over her shoulder. Psyche looked at him.

"People very close to you will die horrible deaths, but you will be immune to the disaster."

Char looked at Psyche with fear in his eyes. He turned to Lucky. She put Psyche's other arm over her shoulders and then Psyche looked at her.

"You will betray someone that loves you and you'll die because of it." Psyche said. Psyche couldn't feel her feet and didn't bother moving them when they began leaving the bar.

Char looked at Lucky. "Do you think what she says will come true?"

"I hope not." Lucky said.

They walked down the hall and a door opened just as they passed by it. Dr. Mercy and Jumba were standing in the doorway. Mercy chuckled.

"Psyche drunk again?" He asked.

"Uh…yeah, kinda." Lucky asked. Psyche looked up at Mercy.

"Your most valued experiments will die because you included them in a project they couldn't finish."

Jumba raised his brow in interest. Mercy explained. "When she's had a bit too much to drink she begins giving predictions. It's a strange side affect of her psychic abilities."

"Oh." Jumba said. Psyche looked at him.

"After the galactic federation finds you, you will have a homosexual relationship with a one eyed noodle-man named Wendy Pleakley."

Lucky and Char decided that now was a good time to get Psyche to her room. When the three left Mercy turned to Jumba.

"Is there something I should know about you, Jumba?" Mercy joked.

Jumba had a defensive expression on his face and said he had no idea what Psyche was talking about. They laughed and continued what they were doing.

Lucky and Char pulled Psyche into the elevator. Psyche looked around and looked at Char again.

"And you…you…are still not my type." Psyche said, grinning.

Lucky laughed and Char rolled his eyes. They soon arrived at the second floor. This floor is where all the domestic rooms are. They made it to a corner of the hall. Lucky and Psyche's room was around the corner. Char grunted and put Psyche on the floor near the hall.

"Can I wait here for a sec while you get the door? She's a bit too heavy for me." Char said, a bit out of breath.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Lucky went around the corner to get the door.

"Weak-a-ling." Psyche whispered to Char. Char scrunched his nose at her.

Lucky came back from around the corner with a worried look on her face.

"Char, we have a problem. I can't remember the code to get into the room."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Char said.

"Sorry, Psyche usually opens the door."

Char joined Lucky around the corner to brain storm ideas about what the code was. Psyche stayed, sitting herself up against the wall of the hallway. She looked around and began humming to herself. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly. Psyche saw a blurry image of someone standing over her. It didn't look like Lucky or Char. She rubbed her eyes and the image came into focus. It was an experiment with three arms, black leather skin, and lots of exposed bone on his head.

"Hello." Said the dark figure.

Psyche squinted her eyes, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "Heeeeeeey, where's your face?"

The dark one chuckled. "Lost. Tell me child. Who are you?"

"1105." She answered. "Who are you?"

"My number is 552, but I doubt you're going to remember it later."

"You look like a silly scary man." Psyche said, looking away.

552 chuckled again. The child seems quite pathetic, but perhaps she's hiding something. 552 bent close to Psyche. "Child, look at me." Psyche picked her head up and looked at 552. "What do you see?" He asked.

"Ouchies…"

"Ouchies?" 552 asked, unimpressed.

"Yep…Lots of ouchies and boo boos." Psyche said, laying down on the floor.

"And who's going to give me these boo boos and ouchies?" He asked in a serious tone. 552 pretty much knew the answer before Psyche said it.

"Me," she yawned and closed her eyes.

"Just as I thought." 552 said, still in a serious tone. He raised a hook above her head. 552 decided right then to smite what could be a great nuisance. As his raised his razor- sharp silver hook over her, he paused and thought for a moment.

This child may actually prove more useful to me alive than dead. 552 grinned to himself as he concocted a plan. "I must take my leave, 1105, but do not worry. We shall meet again." 552 said as he melted into the shadows.

"Okay, buh bye silly scary man." Psyche said, yawning and waving.

Lucky came back around the corner and saw Psyche sleeping. She giggled and picked up her arm. Char came too and picked up the other arm. Together they went to the room and put Psyche to bed. Lucky and Psyche had a three room suite. Each girl had a bedroom and there was a common living area. After Lucky tucked Psyche in, she left the room and turned out the lights. Char was waiting for her in the common area.

"Good night, Psyche. I hope you don't get a bad headache tomorrow." Lucky said before leaving.

Psyche yawned and turned onto her side. On her night stand was a mirror that faced away from her and a clock which showed that it was about 4:30 in the morning. At that moment, the dark figure visited her once more.

"Hi silly scary man. Come to kiss me good night?" She said, half asleep.

"Not quite." 552 reached for the mirror and sat on the bed next to Psyche. "You see, 1105, when you and I met about two seconds ago, I neglected to ask you something. I just came back to ask my question."

"Shoot." Psyche said.

"What do you see?" 552 held up the mirror to Psyche so she could see her reflection.

Psyche gasped in fright as she saw into her own future. A violent scream erupted from deep inside Psyche. She covered her eyes and shrilled as loud as her vocal cords would allow. Rivers of tears ran down her fur, creating tiny pools on her blankets.

552 stood up and watched the fruits of his provocation. He had never seen a purer source of pain and suffering.

She's beautiful.

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Well there it is, I can't remember if I included everything I said it would...if not oh well…whatever I didn't include in this chapter I'm going to include sometime soon.

Okay…Reply time.

Tyler Buckland- Soon my friend…soon

Faith- I'm glad you enjoy it…Psyche, I think is one of my best creations.

Piewolvesandsuch- don't worry about the hints…they are only meant to confuse and make the story to seem interesting….I hoped they worked…Did they?

Wolfamaroq- Don't worry I'm not offended…It's just that Mercy's experiments think they're kind of better then Jumba's…I know that's mean but that's why Psyche called 266 a child.

K9- Battle royal?...You got it…..coming right up….leaves to go cook up the chapter…..Psyche walks in and looks around….She sees Sonar and aims a gun at him…Psyche thinks a moment then puts the gun down…

Psyche: Ah screw that….I'm not going to shoot him…I love him to death….even if he is gay….Sorry 629, but if you want to kill him you're going to have to go through me. Points the gun at 629…but I must warn you…if you try anything I'm going to make your head explode…I can do that you know.

Day: Psyche!...Behave!

Mimic12355- Yes…I love Evangelion. I thought the AT field thing was so cool and I thought it actually meant something since there is soooo many psychology and religious references…So, I did research on it … I found that Absolute Terror Boundary is an actual psychology term that is used when I looked up in my Psychology text book

VOID99- uh don't worry…she'll be nice again soon

Anin624- I want to thank you very much for liking my story enough to make a fanfic of it…I started reading it and I love it….I love your other stories too. I find you capture the true essence of battle.

Okay that's it for now

Buhbye…sorry no list…I can't think of what's coming…Only Psyche can see it and she won't tell me.