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MetalScizor: Glad you liked! As for the Eggman/Robotnik question...well, it mostly boils down to...I'm old. When I was a kid, the canon was that in the American version of the Sonic games, "Robotnik" was his proper name and "Eggman" was an insult that Sonic called him. In the original Japanese version of the games, of course, the Doctor's real name had always been Eggman and now they changed the American version to unify the brand and bring it in line with the original Japanese. But I always preferred the name "Robotnik" because it sounds more like a real human name, more threatening and I like it when "Eggman" remains an insult Sonic calls him. Also, given that I have this other whole fic in which Maria and Professor Gerald are still alive and sharing a last name with Robotnik, I'd rob myself of a plot point if I made him officially Eggman :P As for Shadow's nickname, you'll note that Sonic in my fics usually calls him "Shads" not "Shad". Actually not a big fan of "Shad", somehow. I think it works well as an analogue how he calls Amy "Ames" in canon - as for what happened in any twitter takeover, unfortunately I only occasionally keep up with the Sonic twitter, so couldn't say if it came from there!
ClawedIndecisiveFangirl: Well _I_ know they're inhibitor rings (my fics "Life could have been so different" and "Shadow the Hedgehog: First Class" actually go into detail how exactly they work in the stories I write, too, if you're interested :p), question is, do Sonic and Co know? ;) Please read on to find out...
Chapter 20: Ghosts
"What the-?!" Sonic reared backwards, the sphere giving him what couldn't be called other than an evil look, violet miasma emanating from its incorporeal body. Sonic tried to dash to the side, aware that this was the way to the forest he had just chased the murderbirds into, when the…ghost? laughed, and then sent forward a ray so bright it was blinding.
"AGH!" Sonic yelped, throwing up a hand to shield his eyes, but somehow, that didn't help. The energy seemed to penetrate through his arm, and there was the paranoid thought that this was some sort of radioactive ray, somehow, and he was about to be burnt alive –
"Ga-ha-ha-hasstly!" the weird, shrieking laughter of the eldritch sphere came again and Sonic blinked, lowering the arm – what had happened, did that attack fail? – when he suddenly also became aware of someone running toward him.
"Sonic!" Ash's voice penetrated through the darkness and then he could see the boy coming, running toward him with Pikachu in tow. "Sonic, where are you?! We thought you ran away!"
"Um- here!" Sonic called out, "And there – there was a weird Pokémon here just now-!" he added, because somehow the disconcerting sphere seemed to have disappeared with its failed attack. Ash and Pikachu were closing in now, perhaps they had scared it away? "Good thing you're here," Sonic started, "Look, I found something of another one of my-" he began, holding up the wristband of Shadow, but broke off as he looked at Ash's face.
Namely, because Ash looked furious.
"Sonic! What were you thinking, running off like that?!"
"Uh-" Sonic stammered for a moment, taken off guard, but recovered quickly, giving Ash a frown. "Kid, I was taking a stroll. Why-"
"Don't 'kid' me, Sonic," Ash interrupted him, coolly but still with restrained fury underneath his words. "I'm your trainer and you will respect me."
Sonic stared. "…Ash?" he asked, chancing a glance at Pikachu, but the little mouse Pokémon was glaring back at him with the exact same expression as its owner, cold and waiting.
"No, not 'Ash', either. It's Sir now. And a trainer's Pokémon don't take strolls, Sonic. You belong to me now, and you will stay in your ball, and you will ask for permission to do things. Got that?"
"Okay. That's not what we agreed on and I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you think I'll let anyone boss me around, you're out of your mind. I don't need your help that badly," Sonic narrowed his eyes at the human. "Now either we can talk about what's suddenly got your quills in a knot or-"
"Pikachu. He's not obeying," Ash said, still that eerie calm about him, and then pointed at Sonic. "I think he needs some time in a Pokéball to think about his actions. Charizard, GET HIM!" he shouted the last words, at the same time throwing one of the spheres - which opened to release a giant orange dragon that roared fire at the sky.
"CHARIZARD!"
Sonic gaped for a moment, trying to comprehend the situation which had just turned completely bizarre in moments, the new dragon monster now flapping its powerful wings to hover straight above Ash and also glaring at him with cold, reptilian eyes.
"Charizard, Fire Storm! Show him what it means to disrespect me!" Ash yelled, pointing at Sonic and that abruptly snapped him out of it. Sonic barely had time to zip away from the giant deadly fire blossom that erupted from the mouth of the dragon, feeling the heat singe the tips of his quills before he turned around in a screeching stop at the edge of the clearing.
"What the – Ash, have you lost it?! This is a graveyard!" Sonic felt compelled to point out. "And now its trees are ON FIRE!"
"You are only bringing this onto yourself, Sonic," Ash repeated coldly. "Charizard, Wing Attack!"
Sonic had been ready to shout a reply, but the next maneouver of the dragon made this impossible. Charizard had stretched its large wings, beating them in Sonic's direction and unleashing a gust of wind and gravedirt that near knocked Sonic off his feet and forced him to shield his face, again, coughing and sputtering in the duststorm – and choking as Charizard burst from the black cloud, draconic maw opened wide.
"CHARIZARD!" The roar of the monster was nearly drowned out by the fire burst that followed, Sonic's reflexes the only thing that let him avoid certain death. He landed a few metres away, watching Charizard turn its head confusedly for a second, searching where its prey had gone – and that was all Sonic needed.
So you wanna catch the fastest thing alive? Dude, you gotta way to go.
It only took a split-second for Sonic to curl, revv, and then shoot straight toward the dragon, who had only just discovered him now. As planned.
Charizard turned in the perfect moment for 77 pounds of hedgehog to hit it straight into the chest, a sonic boom underlining the exact speed they had been travelling at.
The impact felt like granite and Sonic screamed as the pain went through his skull with the force of a sledgehammer.
Stars exploded in front of his eyes and he could feel his muscles going limp as he uncurled and fell down at the dragon's feet – how could this Pokémon be as hard as rock? Sonic desperately tried to shove himself back onto his feet, shaking his head that was hammering hard enough to make him feel sick – and then froze, as, just for a moment, the dragon shifted and became a rock, now looking distinctly like a solid block of gravestone with a hedgehog-shaped imprint in it.
What the…? Sonic stared, uncomprehending, before the rock shifted back into a dragon, and it roared flame at him once more, prompting him to scramble desperately out of the way, feeling himself more stumble than run, now utterly unable to think straight.
Somewhere, he thought he heard Ash laugh.
"Alright, Pikachu! He's dazed! Time to hit him with a Thunderbolt!"
"N- no, Ash, listen-" Sonic tried, attempting to shake off this dizziness that had taken him over, fear rising in his throat and making him feel sick and awful, but the human boy and his Pokémon scarcely seemed to care.
Pikachu took a running leap at him, electricity crackling around its face, fangs bared, and Sonic, just for a moment, saw Ash laughing even more loudly behind it, his face weirdly distorted, eyes much too large for his head, mouth a gaping hole with teeth, - and then there was pure panic overwhelming him, and when Pikachu flew at his eyes he did the only logical thing of kicking…himself in the face.
"Oh – oh no! He's hurting himself! That Gastly must have used Confuse Ray!" one of the open graves was groaning now, speaking meaningless words as if it were a living thing, its earthen maw weirdly contorting to make the sounds; Sonic stared at it in horror, what was happening here, nothing made sense and now he could barely keep upright, struggling against the pain of his pounding head, bruised by both his kick (that somehow must have missed Pikachu) and the impact against the dragon.
"N...no," he rasped, stumbling backwards, away from Ash and Pikachu who were advancing again, now both wearing those monstrous expressions of eyes too large and teeth too prominent. His head whipped around again as it was now the tree next to him that spoke, its knotty holes contorting in ways that made him sick looking at too long,
"No, Sonic, stop fighting! Your normal attacks are not effective against ghost types, you'll only hurt yourself!"
"Ah!" Sonic gave a wordless cry of shock, stumbling backwards from the messed-up plant. "What the- stay away from me!"
"No, Sonic!" the tree called out to him again, voice now sounding imploring, "it's me, Ash!" – and then the whole plant changed.
Sonic's eyes grew wide as he took in a second Ash, although this one clearly looked a whole lot different – he was sweat-drenched and panting, his hair unkempt and cap gone, scratches on his face and arms as if he had wrestled himself through the thick undergrowth of a forest.
"Gastly!" Sonic's head snapped around again, and no, he was seeing things, Ash was right there, not torn up or panting, but laughing, face frozen in a too-large rictus grin, his Pokémon all by his side, waiting to turn on him and tear him apart – and then Ash started glowing.
"Gas-!"
"Sonic! It's preparing Psychicl! RUN!" Ash's voice, the one belonging to the other Ash, the one that had just been a tree, drifted to his ear, and even through the fog in Sonic's brain, the confusion, he could tell it was urgent, this was bad, but he just didn't know what to do.
His feet had frozen to the floor, his heart was pounding like it had when Robotnik had been about to shoot him into outer space to die and he had no idea what was real anymore, only knew that he was terrified -
"Oh no, Pikachu, I think it has also paralzyed him! You take care of Gastly, I'll protect Sonic! GO!" Ash, the second Ash was yelling, and despite the translator, Sonic didn't think he understood a word of what he said, only knew that suddenly, the other Ash was sprinting toward him, and he still couldn't move as the boy leapt and tackled him to the ground -
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt, NOW!" Ash shouted, just as he impacted into Sonic and threw him onto his back onto the floor, Ash landing on all fours above him.
"What – Ash, what the he-?" Sonic finally found some words to speak, the strange paralysis ebbing off a little, but his heart was still hammering because now he was lying trapped underneath the larger human, even if Ash wasn't lying on top of him but rather hovering on his hands and knees above him, almost as if –
"ASH! Watch out!" Sonic yelled on instinct as suddenly, behind Ash, the freakish black sphere came into view again, the ghost Pokémon rising like a malevolent dark moon against the night sky, laughing, and the last thing Sonic saw was Ash above him, squeezing his eyes shut as if bracing himself for impact. Next, the Pokémon unleashed what looked like some sort of dark energy ray straight toward Sonic with only Ash's back in the way, and the boy screamed.
The last thing Sonic heard was then only Pikachu's cry of absolute rage, and then the shockwave of a completely earth-shattering Thunderbolt impacting the place where the ghost Pokémon must have been.
For just one moment, the graveyard was lit up with light absolutely blinding and a voice that sounded like the ghost Pokémon gave what couldn't be described other than a simply unearthly shriek, even if the language of agony was probably universal – but before Sonic could properly process any of this, Ash had already collapsed on top of him entirely, and the additional impact apparently turned out to be too much for his system at last, because the hero of Mobius was then only aware of all of his senses shutting down as he finally, finally, mercifully blacked out.
xxx
Sonic was slowly becoming aware of things again, mostly the rain which had started to fall and was soaking into his fur. More dimly he was now registering that he was cradled against someone's chest, held up by his knees and back, by someone who was running while they themselves were panting raggedly. It had to be a human – Ash, Sonic realized, - the arms holding him larger and thicker than those of a Mobian. Sonic blinked, trying to raise his head, but was immediately discouraged from doing so as the dizziness and the headache that had obviously let him black out earlier returned with a vengeance.
But at least he could see his surroundings again, which were still the dark forest rushing by, indicating he could only have been out for a few minutes at most. Sonic also noticed now that Ash was bleeding from cuts in his face and beneath his torn sleeves, blood as red as his own mixing with rain and sweat on his skin.
"Uh…hey..."
"Sonic!" Ash gasped as he became aware of his hedgehog cargo having regained consciousness. Now his face was devoid again of any coldness or malice, the only emotions on it pain and worry. "Don't talk! You've been attacked pretty badly, we're getting you to a Pokémon Center!"
"I think..." Sonic gritted his teeth against the wince that forced itself out with the words, "...I'll live. What...?"
"You were attacked by some of the Pokémon on the graveyard. Really, please don't move, you might have a concussion," Ash said, expression nothing but anxious. Sonic also chanced a glance down and saw Pikachu running on all fours next to them, looking up at him just as worriedly as Ash. "There's Murkrows and Gastlys and even some Haunters nesting there! They like to prey on unwary travellers. This is why that sign was there, you know?" he added, giving Sonic a pained look.
"Heh. Yeah. Getting that now. Ow." Sonic closed his eyes as he could feel himself getting woozy again from the jogging motion of the run. "What even happened in there, I only went into the forest because I saw – the ring!" Sonic could feel the memory hitting him like a steam train, and he scrambled for a moment in the boy's arms before he realized he was actually still holding on to the bracelet, not having let go of it for the entire ordeal. He slumped back in the supporting arms as he realized.
"Phew. Still got it. It's an… item of the friend we're still missing," he explained to Ash (while privately thinking that 'friend' was likely stretching it, but 'rival who usually doesn't want to kill me on sight' probably wouldn't fill Ash with much desire to help). "I don't know how it even got there, it seemed like it had been laid on a hidden pitfall trap as bait…?"
"Ah. Yeah. Murkrows – those large, black bird Pokémon - steal glittery stuff and then use that to lure people off paths and into dark parts of forests," Ash explained. "They might have stolen it off your friend at some other place at some other time."
"Do they," Sonic pulled a frown. "Usually Shads isn't the type to let some birds steal stuff from him, though…agh," a sudden new spell of dizziness let him close his eyes and lie back against Ash's arms. "Although if some Pokémon like that…thing got to him first he might have been a bit…distracted. Dammit, I think I actually have a concussion…."
"Oh shoot. Should I stop running?" Ash asked, sounding even more worried now. Sonic didn't trust himself to nod anymore but closed his eyes and grunted an assent.
"Yeah. Maybe better."
"Okay. Don't worry, we'll be taking you to a Pokécenter right away and they'll heal you up like your friends last night. You're gonna be fine," Ash said, his bright but shaky tone obviously that of a kid trying to play over the worry visible in his eyes. It made it hard not to let yourself curl up some more against the warm body of the human as the rain was getting colder and Sonic snorted a little, opening one eye a sliver.
"So…in the graveyard. I'm taking a wild leap that that wasn't you, then?" he asked, changing the topic and letting himself relax a little more if just for Ash's sake, shifting to get more comfortable. It had been a while since he had been carried like this – Shadow saving him from a fall into molten metal during their adventure in the Arabian Nights sprang to mind – but he couldn't say it wasn't actually quite…nice. (At least when you had a concussion, that is).
"What do you mean?" Ash asked, looking at him without understanding. "I mean, me and Pikachu were the ones who found you…?"
"No, I mean – before that," Sonic had closed his eyes again, forcing himself to reconstruct what by now seemed more and more like a bizarre nightmare, "before that, there was someone who looked like you and he shouted that I belonged to him now and he wanted to imprison me in one of those Pokéballs as a punishment for 'running off'."
"Oh," Ash briefly faltered in his step for a moment, "…no. I think that must have been the effect of that Gastly's attack. We only know that it possesses the ability to terrify Pokémon into being paralzyed with fear or hurt themselves in confusion, we just never knew how exactly it manages it – so I guess it must have been an illusion, then? Of something you're really afraid of?"
"I…guess? You might have noticed I don't deal too well with restrictions," Sonic mumbled into Ash's shirt, fighting against another wave of dizziness.
"Sonic," Ash's voice sounded stricken. "I'm…I'm really sorry –"
"Kid, it's…fine." Sonic quirked an eye open again, forcing one corner of his mouth into a small smirk. "I'm Sonic the Hedgehog. I don't usually do things I don't want to, and I want to go into this tournament. So. My choice. And I'll deal with it." He winced. "Well, as soon as I stop seeing things double, at any rate…"
"Oh. Alright." Ash briefly stumbled but bravely carried on. "Still sorry for having to put you in a ball if you hate it so much, though."
"Pretty sure I'll live," Sonic winced. "Are you sure you should be carrying me, though? Where is everyone else, anyway?"
"Pikachu noticed you'd gone out and woke me up to tell me - I didn't think there was anything weird about you taking a stroll outside at night, but Pikachu seemed worried and dragged me out after you - and then took off like a rocket when it seemed to have heard something, so I just followed," Ash admitted with a bit of a wince of its own. "Probably not my greatest idea, but I was scared something bad had happened."
"Huh," Sonic commented, also chancing another glance down at Pikachu, who nodded in confirmation that this was what had happened. Ash's breathing by now was sounding more and more laboured, which let Sonic swallow. "Yeah, uh, glad you did, though. But kid, slow down, you don't look so…wait, didn't you actually take a hit?" Sonic asked, eyes all at once wide as the last bits of memory came flooding back, even if he was immediately rewarded with a stabbing pain inside his head for doing so. "You did, didn't you?" he asked, trying to ignore his skull splitting apart. "You threw yourself in front of that ghost-thing's attack when it came for me-"
"Ah. Yeah," Ash pulled a pained face at the memory. "I got hit with a Night Shade so the Gastly would be distracted and Pikachu could take it out. It wasn't that bad, honest."
Sonic (who now exactly remembered how loudly Ash had screamed) wasn't very convinced. "Are you sure?" he asked, quirking an eye ridge. "I thought it was more…the business of the Pokémon to get in danger than you guys."
"You're my friend," Ash said seriously, "I don't care what happens to me when my friends are in danger. That's what friends do."
"Heh." Sonic could feel the edge of his mouth pulling slightly upwards on its own. "That...right...?" he asked, even as he could feel another wave of nausea coming on to accompany the pain, the concussion apparently making itself know in earnest. Still, if Ash was taking him to one of those Pokécenters that had patched Knuckles up good as new there probably wasn't that much too worry about if he passed out now. "In that case..." he managed, "I guess having you as a trainer is maybe...maybe not the wor..."
The hedgehog had not quite finished his sentence, because green eyes closed then, and Ash would almost have started screaming again if not finally the Pokémon center had become visible at the edge of the village.
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"Nurse Joy!" Sudden bright light and Ash's shout painfully cut through the fog threatening to descend on Sonic's mind as they burst through the doors of a building that had to be the Pokemon center. "Please help, one of my Pokémon is really badly hurt!"
One of my Pokémon. Sonic wasn't quite sure whether it was his concussion or the events of the night, but that term for once didn't sound like something he instinctively needed to rebel against.
"Oh dear," a female voice (that sounded of course exactly like that of the Nurse Joy in the other town) replied, quick footsteps approaching them before a worried-looking pink-haired nurse's face entered Sonic's blurry vision. "The poor thing really doesn't look that well. Please put him into his ball so he can be healed up immediately."
"Uh, yeah," Ash sounded a bit embarrassed. "He doesn't really...like being put into a ball. Can't you treat him like this?"
"What, another one? Have you been a bit of an influence on him, Pikachu?" Nurse Joy sounded mildly exasperated, the question apparently addressed to Pikachu next to Ash on the floor, which puffed itself up defiantly at the question.
"Pika!"
"Oh, is that so. Well, at least it's always the small ones with the Pokéball hang-ups..." Nurse Joy sighed, but then stretched out her arms and Sonic winced as he was slightly jostled by the transfer from one pair of human arms into another. A part of him was rather glad right now none of his friends were here to see this.
"Ooof. My, he is a handful, isn't he?" Nurse Joy commented as she settled him in her arms, before turning around and striding toward the back area. "If you'll wait right here, I'll return him to you in a minute."
"Alright. Thank you, nurse Joy," Ash said, before - to Sonic's slight surprise - reaching out again to put a hand on his shoulder. "And no worries, Sonic. You'll be good as new in a jiffy."
"Heh," Sonic managed a small hitch of the edge of his mouth, briefly giving Ash a thumbs-up before being carried off - he had briefly debated actually saying something, but with the way his head was hammering already, the dizziness coming in faster and faster waves now, he didn't much fancy being dropped by Nurse Joy in shock if he did.
"Alright, little one. Now, just stay lying here and you'll be just fine," Nurse Joy said, maybe assuming that while Sonic might not understand her words, he'd at least understand her tone. As she spoke, she set him down on some sort of strange metal table (that Sonic tried very hard to not take as a bad sign. Knuckles hadn't tried to level the last Pokémon center he'd been treated at to the ground afterwards, so the treatment here should be fine, right?)
She had put him down on his back, so Sonic rolled onto his side (bad decision) and tried to lift his head (worse) to see what happened next - he noticed that next to the flat metal area he was lying on there were also six half-globe shaped holes in the table (trying not to think of this thing as a weird muffin tray was an effort at this point, but Sonic managed).
A moment later, the reason for the holes became apparent, as Nurse Joy returned and placed six Pokeballs of various colours into them, now the thing more reminding Sonic of a shape sorting box toy for mentally challenged six-year-olds.
"Okay, all ready," the nurse smiled at him, and then reached down to place a hand on his chest. "But you will have to lie down or else you won't fit," she said and Sonic immediately understood what she meant as soon as she reached up with her other hand to pull down a large metal lid to the contraption he was lying on, abruptly reminding Sonic more of a giant barbecue he was inside now, and boy was that a mental image he didn't need.
"Uh-" he started, but by then, the half-cylinder-shaped lid had already come down over him, fortunately not quite closing but leaving a narrow slit between it and the metal table that he could peer out of. Sonic scrambled to upright himself onto his elbows, being encased in a metal box never at the top of his Grand Situations To Be In-list even on a good day. But unless he wanted to start destroying the apparatus - and currently, his entire body suggested against that, instead telling its owner they'd rather really just die peacefully here on the table - there wasn't much he could do right now.
Great. If I end up as a hedgehog hot pocket, Ash will never hear the end of it, I swear, Sonic thought, still vaguely uneasy until -
There was suddenly music playing.
Uh. What?
If he'd have had to describe the weird jingle-like melody to anybody else it sounded a bit like a chiptune melody going Ding-Ding-Dingdingding! repeatedly, but of course that couldn't be what passed for medicine in the Pokémon world, right? Right?
Next, Sonic's eyes widened as suddenly, bright lights flashed to life in the ceiling of the metal box (and the spike of hammering pain in his skull at that almost let him retch into the thing) but then - the lights started to flicker in time with the music and to Sonic it almost felt like being washed over by the power of Chaos, the power of the Emeralds that had already healed him so often before. He gave a little gasp as while he watched, the cuts and bruises on his body all but vanished and the pain and dizziness in his skull lifted, energy returning to his tired body. Then, as soon as it had begun, the music and lightshow ended, leaving Sonic blinking in the sudden semi-darkness, before the lid was already opened again, Nurse Joy smiling down at him.
"Well, aren't you looking better already. Come on, let's get you back to your trainer," she said, already reaching out to grab him by his sides, lifting him up off the table and onto a cart.
"Um," Sonic managed again, once again wondering how well a 'Thanks, but I'd rather walk!' would go over, and then wisely chose to remain sitting while Nurse Joy wheeled him out to Ash and Pikachu again.
"Sonic!"
"SONIKKU!"
"Ah. Hey Tails. Amy," Sonic had barely managed to get off the cart before he was immediately tackle-hugged by both younger Mobians, apparently freshly arrived at the center judging by their fur and clothes wet from the rain outside. Maybe Ash had managed to call the farm and Oak had pointed his friends into the right direction with some creative gesturing. Sonic just about managed to switch off the translator before the question barrage started.
"Where were you?! What happened?!"
"I said the forests on this planet were death traps, why didn't you listen! Did the insects get you, too?!"
"Heh. Just had a run-in with some ghosts, nothing major," Sonic tried to calm the two of them down. "More interesting - I found some definite proof that Shadow's here," he said, pulling the bracelet from his quills to predictable gasps from the two of them. "Couldn't find the dude himself, though. Where's Knux?"
"He, uh, said 'If that supersonic nuisance has gotten himself in another jam, he can damn well get himself out of it on his own or wait until morning' and then rolled over," Tails quoted, giving a passable impression of a disgruntled echidna voice and bit of a pained smile.
"Really. I'm touched," Sonic said wryly. Well, not like he had shown much more concern when it came to wondering whether Knuckles himself or Shadow were safe when he hadn't known where they were. Speaking of Shadow...
"Anyway, Ash said that Shads' bracelet had probably been stolen by a Murkrow - some sort of murder magpie or something, I think – so that doesn't necessarily mean he dropped it there."
"Only one ring, though," Tails swallowed. "Do we know how important it is for him to have both? They sort of…regulate his Chaos Energy or something, right?"
"Not really sure," Sonic admitted. "But yeah. So no going back until we have him back with us. Still think the tournament's our best bet, though, so no reason to change plans. Except..." He switched the translator back on. "Ash?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"If anyone at this tournament should have one of these Gastly freak things, you have hereby blanket permission to put me in a ball as fast as humanly possible. Please."
To be continued...
HO-HO-HO, Merry Christmas, everyone! :D (And yes, ghost stories are absolutely a Christmas thing, so this is still seasonally appropriate, I swear XD) Hope you have a wonderful holiday (despite everything) and this update brings a bit of extra joy :) Next up is the POKEMON TOURNAMENT which will surely be exciting with absolutely nothing going wrong or unforeseen things happening, no sirree, so hope you're looking forward to it and if you liked, leave a review as a present? :3 Always love to hear about what jokes landed which scenes were fun or which conversations interesting :) Happy Holidays!