Kirby: Jordan uh is off for now, so this one will be hosted from me and…uh…uh.

Fred: ME THE ALL POWERFULL FRED!

Kirby: Yeah, uh him. What happened to that kitty voice?

Fred: Made up, so Jords wouldn't expect a thing. And it worked! I mean, who wouldn't love a cute tiger.

Kirby: Yeah, -gulps- cute tiger.

Fred: Heh, heh , heh, now you and me are alone and I can finally…

Kirby: -scared- Finally to w-wh-what?

Fred: Eat this candy bar I'm starving!

Kirby: WHAT?

Fred: I know, Jordy won't let me have candy but you will right?

Kirby: WAIT YOUR NOT GOING TO EAT ME OR STEW ME OR TORTURE ME WITH YOU CAT SKILLS?

Fred: -confused- Cat skills?

Sorry about the long update, but were now on 7! YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! So anyway this one is about Courage, and his life. Please read. IM IN NEED OF REVIEWS! PU-LEEEEEESE?

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Ever been chained to a tree? Yes, a goddamn tree. Yeah, I thought so. Well if you want to let the cat of the bag, yes, I've been chained and roped to a tree. The night was exceedingly chilly, and I burred in my thin coat, and the blanket I snubbed that was looking more appetizing by the minute. Food. Oh god, I was hungry. The horrible night time weather didn't only make my skin barb, but the ravenous hunger lurching around my stomach gurgle so loud, it felt as if the stomach itself was cussing Cam off.

Camron was snuggle up in his cobalt sleeping bag, his body warm and generated, with a great big smirk beaming at me on his pale cheeks. Oh how did I want to just nip that criminal smirk off that pasty face. I shifted my weight a bit, edging that scrumptious (A/N He doesn't want to eat it BTW he's just REALLY cold) blanket. My body was crying for that warmth, but I once again rebuffed, the offer was delectable, yes, but ghastly like sacrificing. And I refused to surrender. I glanced, noticing Courage stroll up to me, that downy coat just ruffling in the wintry breeze. I leaned down my nose kissing the frosty dirt, and tried to roll up, generate some body heat for warmth. Courage lay beside me, and his fur was a sauna on my left calf, I tilted into him.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it; I knew that after that nasty shock Cam wouldn't be too happy about it." Courage smirked; I guess Cam really was fed up with me and my ironic clumsiness and rebellious attitude. I snorted, and leaned in a little more, that mulch coat as if an electric blanket.

"So, why can't you do that cool warm thing you did with me to get warm?"
"Oh Warm Lighting? I could, but I'd be short circuited in a few minutes." I sighed and altered my weight a bit, I felt down right shameful in front of my newfound friend to confess this.

" I…I can't control anything anymore it seems. I-I ju-just don't know what to d-d-o…" I stuttered, the words bubbling from my throat. I never felt so vulnerable, and it was heart-wrenching just trying to shield myself as I once did. But ever since Cobalt Voltage…nothing has been the same.

Courage had a perplexed expression flashing on his soft face. He gently nudged my fur.

"Spark? What are you talking about?"

"…Nothing." I shudder, and then leaned in his warm furry coat. He sighed, and then leaned back; he rolled on his belly, and then scrambled up. He looked at the collaboration of itchy ropes and rusty chains, with a quirky smile, his right leg shone with the moonlight as the strange grapple peered from his kneecap. Resembling a minute camera it inched near my cackling chains, I flinched, as the sizzling beam of cranberry light purred from the engine's base, I watched in awe, as my chains and rope started to melt away. The ones clutching my chest loosened, and I could feel the scratchy ropes that once curled around my legs making them sting with pain, drop and plunder into the raw dirt. The whistle of the machine dimmed, as it tucked the grapple back into the kneecap, and I found myself absolutely free from ropes and chains.

I had a big grin beam on my face; I pranced around Courage, and then kept on humming 'Thank yous' over and over again. I felt as if I was swallowed in a perpetual era, and I circled the disastrous tress, whizzing around the roots that bit into the earth.

I decrease my hyper situation, and then trot over to Courage in a cocky stride. He smiles at me, and I give a goofy smirk.

"Thanks…so…uh…where did you come from?"

"Well, that's a weird question."
"I'm nosy. What can I say?" (A/N That reminds me of someone…hmm…) I grinned, and then twisted a bit in his ruff.

"Well," Courage hung his head, his face was shadowed in shame, "I was once living in this, the forest that we're actually in now so to say."

He gestured out to the heavens, and the forest cooed as he motioned to the large trees hovering them. I leaned back in the tree's knob shaped hallow opening, listening intentionally curious.

"My sister and I one day ventured out farther than usual. Seems these days too many Pokemon are getting caught to eat." (A/N I always wondered that.)

"You mean, you eat meat?"
"Why of course I do! I'm not some foul plant spitter," He tilted his head to me in a cocky smile. "No offense of course." Narrowing my brow, I shrugged off the insulting comment.

"Anyway, there was this asphalt road, and this raging monster busted after me! My sister yanked herself back in time, but I…got hurt." With stuttered words, he cringed then took a deep breath trying to muster a sigh. He was though unable to, and just sniffed a curse.

"Well, then when I woke up, I was strapped up, and I could feel these weird pointy things prodding my insides. I tired to you know, get up and flee, but I was so weak. I couldn't even move my muscles, this weird acorn shaped plastic cup, made me woozy, and I couldn't tell what was going on. But I was so worried for my sister, though I fell asleep regrettably. When I woke up, I was still restrained yes, but I also had part of this weird equipment clinging to me. I tried to gnaw it off, but it was screwed into the fabrics of my skin. I tried to squeal, but no audible noise was uttered from my throat! I fidgeted in my holders for hours, but no one came. I fell asleep again, and woke up to more pointy objects intruding my space, I growled for my voice had returned. This strange black human taped back my ears, and they began to shave of the remains of my fur. All that wonderful brown locks toppled to the ground. They then started to peel away my skin, I had winced because I though that it would of course hurt. But I was so numb, that as the meat was stripped, I couldn't even feel the sweating fingers gliding over my skin."

I shuddered, this tale was becoming more gruesome as it exceeded. I felt as if hurling was about to come to mind, as I imagined a defenseless Courage. Trembling and having his mutton be pulled away. I grumbled, and kneeled to the wobbly bark, trying to hold back my tongue from spiting me. Courage gave me a look of understanding.

"I know, horrible. Well, I had forced myself to sleep, and when I awoke, not only did I have more gear saddled on me, but also my sight had changed. I had a different eye, my replacement a mechanic one that was seared in red, but I could zoom and look behind me. I felt as if some sort of machine, and it scared the hell out of me. At first, I tried to thrash out my cyborg eye; I was so petrified that I didn't care if I was half blind. As long as this demon mechanism was off of me. But the eye proved very strong, and it was sealed in my former socket forever. For a few days, I was coupled with my whitewashed sheets; this strange hook bound me to it. So I draped there, and the pasty people served me unappetizing food, I never saw the black one again. I got unhappy with my humdrum days, and I was eager to escape. But I couldn't find anything to do, and to add to it I was always drowsy! I struggled as I shrieked for my sister, but she never came, and my heart grew heavy with worry. One day, an auburn skinned woman entered my room; she held this strange shining needle that sputtered as she shoved the bud. I tried to bite her bloody red fingers, (A/N Nail polish guys don't freak ) but she certainly proved her quickness, for it had already pierced my vein as I tried to budge my head. The horrible numbing feeling shimmied up my body again. And I started to drift as she carried me through the claustrophobic halls squinting to eye my sister. For many animals lay ill rolling in sheets and bundled in hooks, though none of them freak cyborgs." Courage suddenly had tears slide of his metal, I rushed to comfort but he blocked me and avoided my gaze. Peering at the glows of the rugged moon.

"They took me to this black room. God, it was so black. The woman rammed me into its darkness, and I couldn't even walk, the numb feeling was spiking up my feet and stung as if bees were drilling into me. (A/N Don't you hate it when your foot goes to sleep? AGH!) Suddenly, strange poppers appeared, they pointed at me. And when they did these weird pulses glinted in my machinery, I struggled to run. But running did not work, my legs still disabled. My machine tensed and then these strange instruments peeked from my right leg, and they did the strangest stuff. Jeez I don't even know half of them; they were like the Shiner that melted your metal! I've name a few like Shiner, Seer, Roper, all ending in 'er' I guess." He chuckled.

"But, as time wore, the numb feeling unfortunately shone away, and pain usually was the end of my tiring day as the poppers cruelly teased me. Once the door opened, my legs couldn't even move. And I was jostled back to my room, to have my grotesque dinner served to me. And like that, weeks drew by. Everyday was stuffed with the poppers torturing games, and as he days wore I grew more experienced in my new allies (A/N Machines). And the desire of leaving was expanding, I knew the schedule, and before my games, I daydreamed of me and my sister finally leaving that cursed place. I also daydreamed of my sister. Was she turned to a horrible robot? I never knew, but I wished she had scurried away before the humans caught her. But in my gut, I know that she was and still is there. Because, these humans were a match, but of course nothing I can't handle."

He muttered a cackle, and then looked at me with beady black eyes, glistening in emotion. Uncomfortable in my situation I nodded, hoping in my pumping heart that he was feeling better.

"So, one day, as that pale woman tried to stab me with that needle. I used my Echoer, as the mirror blinded her, gas slipped through the room. My leg, can produce this sleeping gas that is gloriously effective. I user Shiner to dissolve my strap, and ran for it. Once I did, the security already was booted in, but I scuffled with my devices and they were blurred in fog and burned. I shuffled through rooms, and tried to unlock gates, but they were strong not even Shiner could melt them away, so I sprinted out of there. Once I did, I hid in the trees all day. I could hear bulky men, and frantic woman search for me. But I ducked in the company of branches until nightfall. And for days, before I met you and Cam, I was searching for Arya my sister."

I was downright shaking the story was bruising my soul. And I could hardly believe it had ceased to an end. I crouched near the remains of my ropes and chains, I could feel my breathing sharpen. Courage mumbled, and then let his ears twitch listening for my response. We sat in a awkward silence for what seemed to be hours, but were only mere minutes. And I nodded, my decision made.

"We're going after them!"
"What?" Asked a flabbergasted Courage.

"We're going to save your sister and all the other unfortunate Pokemon out there! We have to!"
Courage desperately encouraged a no. He flapped his head, his pointed ears flapping.

"NO! They might catch us! And, I don't think I can go back there." He hung his head, and I gave a proud smile. Then ushered him to lift that heavy noggin.

"Maybe, but you could always get out again. And hey, you were caught when you got hit by a car! Besides, don't you want to find your sister?"

Courage had a hurt and angry expression on his face. He stood, and growled at me. I snarled back, our death glare spun each other in saddening hearts.

Courage softened his tone, "Of course I want to save Arya. Bu-but, I just am too scared. And I don't want you tossed to misery because of me."
"Your not tossing nor are you scared. You're just worried, but our plan will work!"

"What plan?"
"We're working on that." I grinned.

"Will you do it?"

A silence was conducted after that comment but then he cocked his head, and held out a paw.

"Let's do it!"

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Courage and I were sprinting from camp. I tussled behind him, he was bloody fast. And my limbs were sore of chains; I gulped and then gasped leaping to Courage's side. He smirked and I was once again tussling. I peered over my shoulder; we were close a few miles. So, so, close.

Why is it always me!?!

Why, are you asking I'm cursing my own existence? Well, because I was suddenly snatched by my arrow tail. Because a voice echoed in my ears, as it spoke to me. Because of it's fake sweet cherry smile.

"Oh Mrs. Snuggs, where have you've been?"

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Jordan: I'm back!

Kirby: Oh fun.

Fred: Gro Grodan!

Kirby: -points- Hey! You're talking like a cat again!

Fred: Gri gron't gret grim Grody.

Kirby: WHY YOU!
Jordan: STOP! What the hell are you talking about Kirby? He ALWAYS talks like this!

Kirby: OH yeah, and he doesn't also NOT TRY TO EAT ME!

Jordan: Oh yeah, you look like you've been almost put in a boiling pot –rolls eyes-

Kirby: Yeah but he! Ugh! I swear to god!

Jordan: -shoves Kirby in his room- I think you should go to sleep Kirbs, good night!

Kirby: Wait, but no! NO!
Fred: -smiles-