Jordan: Hello, well today Kirby can't join us for um 'special' reasons.

Fred: Grody, gry gront Griby grike gree? –Says in a fake sad tone-

Jordan: Oh, uh, he LOVES you! He just, um forgets…

Fred: Grogets?

Jordan: Yeah! Well Freddy, I'm going to go to the store watch Kirby.

Fred: -mutters under breath- Oh, I'll watch him alright…

Jordan: What's that, Freddy?

Fred: Gruh, Grothing!

Jordan: 'Kay be back soon!

Kirby: NO JORDAN! DON'T! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND! DON'T LEAVE ME! NOO!

Jordan: -nervous- REALLY special Fred.

Fred: -Jord leaves- Heh, heh, heh.

'Kay back and better than ever, I got some questions so here.

Ri2-Okay well, here's all your answers…

1. The chain came from Cam, after Spark shocked him he tied him up cause he was fed up with it. (There are hints in the chap look)

2. Uh, yes Dusclops are ghost Pokemon, I'm not sure of what you mean by corpses but I'll look. Also that Dusclops will defiantly appear later in this story!

3. Scar's scar (lol) will be revealed later

Btw no offense Spar's name is Spark not Sparks.

Rosecrystal- -Hugs- My favorite reviewer and buddy! (yeah Kirby is jealous lol) Anyway, thanks! And I love the Hybrid theory believe it's on my favs.

Capybara- Me too, lol I'm just kinda going along. But –looks around and whispers- I gotta plot all set up now:D

Jordan and Kirby cut!

There are good names, and then there are bad names. Good names would be like a name such as (A/N these are in my opinion, I love 'em) Grayer or Ellie, names that are unusual yet refined. Then there are those bad common names such as Bill or Tim, widespread one syllable names that just bore your head. But through all the good names and the bad names, there are the atrocious names. Now through these rare atrocious names, there is always one dope out of a bunch, that names their pet or child something idiotic. One example? Mrs. Snuggs.

I woke up sleepy eyed; I almost half expected to see a snoring Courage leaning on my prickly chains. But instead, I aroused to the constant irritating hums of this lumpy woman. I shifted my weight to the left of my copper blanket she had wrapped me in. Then groaned, when I felt the bitter chill of the pin bounding my back-breaking package together. I nibbled it off, though my vision blurry of the room, I snapped them shut. Afraid of what I'd see. When I was finally torn from my embrace, I creaked them open, only to be slapped by a burst of carmel lights shun me. I squeaked softly, and then let them flutter until the whole dungeon I had been slammed in came into focus.

With a stuttered gasp I was horrified at the dreadful sight. There was no other color than purple. (A/N Hey, I'm tired of pink) The whole room was drenched in lavender fumes, and poured violet paint. The chairs reeked of lilac and the table's paintings even the books were smoldered in plum. The whole sight was bright, and it stung the pupil's core of my eyes. Murmuring, I glanced around for the moron who had dubbed me my atrocious name Mrs. Snuggs. Oh god, how was I hailed as Mrs. Snuggs? When I spotted her, she had a large swollen mauve dress, though it was coiled in ruffles, it also stunk of curls, and I wrenched at the hideous dress swerving at my nose. Her hair was burnet though it was glazed in silver, eyes were locked in an azure stare, and long fluttery eyelashes made my stomach do back flips at her flirty outlook. She gave a large grin, and then spooned me in her fat arms; I shuffled, squirming to be released from my bulgy hug. When I was not unconfined, as a last resort I squeezed my cheeks. But no familiar bite of pain pierced the skin of my cheek, and I was amazed. Had Cobalt Voltage swallowed my whole lighting?

NO.

It was my new acquaintance, my interesting captor. As I slid my paws over my former scaly cheeks, I noticed no scratchy feeling came. Only the brisk blubbery sensation of rubber, when I snapped my head to a nearby amethyst shaded mirror, I saw two pale purple ovals coating my once burgundy circles. I franticly tried to scrape them off, but they stuck and the rubber started to burn my cheeks, I squealed rubbing my face into the cloth of the ugly dress my hijacker wore. I could hear her cackles and I snarled quietly in the smoky pain of the rubber.

"Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Snuggs, you know that trying to do that won't be any good! Now Mrs. Snuggs do you like the new room? I believe green at the time wasn't my style." Her voice crackled with the tone of a foolish teen, but was smeared in craziness. It was enveloped in a strange aura which made her voice screech. It made my ears sting, and the hair on the back of my yellow neck raise.

She then lowered me down, but carefully, I could still feel the pangs of the rubber burned in my skin. She set me on the plum couch, and scooted me down into some feathery pillows. Resisting, I laid my aching skull on the soft fabric and slipped off. When I saw the door creak as it closed, and the round face of the wrinkly insane woman keeping me captive, I noticed something. A silky sphere of fur, slapped in brown, there were dark rings circling the orb's hips, the four streaks glistened obviously groomed. Hidden between the ends of ball, were two long stick-like things and they were laying flat on the head of the sphere. Intrigued, I crept slowly, making my movements vitally gentle; I stroked the luscious ball of fur. The ginger touch made the ears twitch, and a moan slurred from the throat of the curly beast. Shocked, I leapt back, making my aching limbs bristle, I gasped in horror as the encompassing creature, lifted its thick head. The creature was slick, as if a bobbing pin freshly polished, it swooned a bit, gnawing its ear note even noting my presence. Once it snapped its bobbing pin head toward me, its big green eyes I noticed were missing something. As I leaned in, I noticed it. The creature's eyes were glazed white.

It was blind.

The flecks on the plump cheeks were tingling, and its eyes made my heart have a poison sulking feeling drowning in my chest. The pasty eyes stared head on, but not understanding why I was there.

"Don't worry, I see you. Sorta." The voice was warm, and suddenly I felt much more comfortable. The hot breath in its throat crooned in my misty throat, and I gave a wobbly smile, though it was useless, for I was seen by no one.

"Hello, looks like she caught another one. What's your name?" The voice, it sounded so much like, I couldn't go back there. But I wanted to remember her cool voice, that was making my knees buckle. Clogged throat aching, I knew that the familiar voice was making me uncomfortable. And I shifted my blue eyes away from the terrible pallid orbs ogle blindly.

So hypnotized, I forgot about the creature. And it gave an impatient, humph, which made me quiver; remembering the sharp tone of Flick's voice. I traced my arms and steadily answered the creature.

"Um…Spark. I-I, H-How , W-W-What are you?" Great approach Spark really! Of course my brain was shudder with the thought of this strange creature. Her varnished white eyes, that glimmered as the purple lights glared on the pasty pupils. Making my cobalt eyes squint, and hers stretch wide open. She twisted herself out of the web of pillows she was buried in. Then gave a disfigured smile.

"A Furret silly" She neared me, and took a whiff of my scraped shoulder. "You're hurt; I can smell the cracked blood."

She suddenly leaped off of the violet poof of a couch. I saw her jostle off into a few choice things, as she retreated in a lilac cabinet that was stuffed slapped paint purple. She tipped her head, smelling the bottles carefully, I twitched my nose, seeing if I could sense any odor drifting from the painted bottles-which I suspected my crazy hostess had done-but there was none. Just the stench of battered paint. After a few minutes off sniffing, the Furret snatched a short and stumpy bottle slapped in paint.

She pranced back, her giant mutated lips bubbling with excitement. She grinned, and then plopped the squat bottle in my lap. Tilting her furry head to the far left, she ushered me to crack open the bottle. So I gnawed on the cap, the bitter paint staining my tongue, until it popped off. Turning up to my blind associate, she pawed around the couch, when she grasped two orange colored pills, then gingerly handed them to me. I gulped them down, wondering how that would assist my injury. After my mouth was sore from paint, I sighed quite loudly.

"My name is Kiki. And I see you met Flip, or that's what I call her; I've never known her REAL name. She has so many she calls herself its impossible to keep up. So I call her Flip, because she's always changing."

"Huh?"

"Oh, well she right now is Miss Platypus, but only three weeks ago she was Miss. Tree. She has phases, and I think she has mental problems."

Oh, you think? Though I was trying to be polite, I grunted in response, finding myself nodding my battered head, though she did not notice anything but my muffled grunt. I beamed at her patched lips, they were puckered, and the lines of stitches cut through their pink presence. I cringed, and suddenly Kiki's paw trembled upward.

"May I?"

"What?"

"Find out what you look like." Her face held a delicate expression, and the cool voice, the cool motherly voice was making my heart thud. Her fingers twitched eagerly.

"Um sure."

Her paw glided itself gloriously to my face, and her paw trickled over my face. It ceased over every crease of my face. Her fur bristled over my cheeks, and caressed my chin. She fingered my eyelids, and pinched my nose, the whole scene made me uncomfortable at first. But as the time drew on, I relaxed enjoying the soft feeling of her paws. Once she ended rubbing my ears, she gave a kind smile. And her cool voice wafted once more through her ripped lips.

"You must be very handsome. What color are your eyes?"

I blushed, no one had ever called me handsome. Except for…No, no! I violently shook my head, and soaked in the words for a minute.

"Blue."

"Oh yes, very handsome. You are a Pichu correct?"

I once more grumbled to her correct response. She seemed so calm, and quite ecstatic to have a companion, and the feeling of her petite paws sliding so tenderly that it made me shiver was stained in my brain.

"I could tell, you all have the most fantastic ears, and the smallest noses." The blushing was horrible. I was relieved for her blindness, for my eyes were darting everywhere, while my cheeks seared red. And I didn't know how to respond to compliments. Kiki gave another wrinkled smile. And my curiosity about her blind disability and the crumpled lips, that I couldn't stop my own tongue from spitting it out.

"How'd you get blind?" My rudeness made me want to smack myself in the head. What an idiot I was!

She giggled, and sighed softly. I was befuddled by her reaction.

"Oh honey, I've always been blind. Ever since I was a little pup." She found this amusing, and slanted her head in joy.

"Oh, what about you lips?" RUDE, RUDE, RUDE! WHO DO I THINK I AM? I found myself a little disturbed with me insulting myself, as I shouted curses that echoed in my cranium. I glanced at my shoulder, as I saw spider like webs dangle over it's remains, healing in a peculiar way. Mean while, Kiki's cheerful mood dimmed, and she frowned. Her eyes though in a white trance, watered.

"My, my father, he got this sickness. I think its called babies (A.N it's rabies don't worry!) or something but-" She sniffled in a heart-wrenching way. I flinched quietly, and inched to comfort, but I held back by my common sense of her not needing of me. "He grew mad, and started to kill off my family, all of my brothers died, and my mother told me to run while she sacrificed herself to have time for me to escape. She knew of my disability, but she also knew I wasn't handicapped thoroughly. I watched her helplessly die. Though she tried to protect me, I peeked from her side foolishly." Wiping off cracking tears, and salty new ones. Kiki gave a soggy sigh.

"He bit my lips, and it was unbelievably painful. When my mother tore him off me, she was weak. I ran for it. And as she died, my father was still bustling with energy. I ran but he was faster. And his foamy lips were inches from my tail, he almost snapped at it. But then this big crack snapped in the air. I stopped idiotically, but a unknown force made a great big hole crush into my father's side. He was bleeding horrifyingly, when I knelt near his dying body. The reek of blood and urine was staining all over him. I watched him bleed to death. I tried to mumble something, but my lips were too damaged to speak. And I lay there crying over my deceased family, fearing for my life also, the loss of blood exceeded great. When suddenly, this big mad was hovering over me. He wore strange denim clothes that stretched over his pale legs like snakes, coiling up to his shoulder; a shirt was stuffed underneath. A great big stick was leaning at his side. Its company made me frightful; the big black nose was nearing my belly. The two fat holes were prodding me, and I whimpered. Suddenly though, he kneeled, and picked me up, with the great big stick slung over his back. I feared for my father body, but he swung him over in a big leather pouch he had hung on his shoulder. He took me to a big red house, it smelled horribly of tobacco, but he stitched my lips together. And before I knew it, I had my voice returning, though I never spoke to his great big Houndoom, whom never seemed very fond of me anyway. I turned into a house pet, and found my nights being curled up in the denim man's lap, he was quite kind, what he did with my father body, I never knew. But I was calmed knowing that it wasn't ravaged by time. I never spoke, but I thought a lot, and most of it wondered if one f my brothers survived. I did have eight after all. But my body was tired; I had become plump in the laziness of house petdom. So one day, as the denim man exited the house near sun down as he always did, accompanied by the Houndoom and that ghastly stick that always furrowed big snaps in the air at night. Once the door creaked open, I burst out the door; the plaid shirted man was flabbergasted but sent the drooling Houndoom at me. It chased me to this great big hut of a house; the door was open so I sprinted in. And as I did, the door slammed behind my arse, and I once then for the first time smelt the-at the time-peachy scent of Flip. I was desperate to escape, but Flip was strangely intelligent, and never left the house, so I never left."

The story seemed almost as long and as sadly gruesome as Courage's past. Courage! I suddenly scrambled from my stance of listening to the Furret's story. I quickly leapt off the couch, scratching at the mauve door. I was terribly afraid, had she taken him? Or was he still running? Did he notice my absence? Of course he did! Did he? Would he even care? Was he looking for me? Or was he already at the lab, searching for his long-lost sister? I screamed Courage's name, my throat sore from the pills. With the frantic panic rearing in me, I paced all over the blossom rug, and curled in a ball next to the couch. In my utter dread, Kiki slid from the couch. Her pinpointed glared at the trim of the couch, though I knew were directed to me.

Squishing her broken lips together, she leaned into me, and curling her tail around my frail body. I suddenly felt unbelievably tired. The pills, they made me weary, I had drowsy eyes look at Kiki, and she whispered in my ear.

"You probably won't see him again." Her voice hushed and cooed.

"You, you gave me those on purpose!" I accused a yawn stifling through me.

"Yes, now go to sleep, before she comes in." She neared closer, her whisper horribly morbid. "You'll never escape."

I was boiling in anger. My whole body quivered in hate, she had tricked me! She knew I would do this! She knew that I would resist and swallow those pills. What an idiot I am! What s she going to do when I….

It was too late to think further, I was soon dozing in Kiki's arms.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Wha-where am I? My mind was foggy, when I awoke to the sudden intrusion of a slam interrupting my sleep. I rolled over in disgust, suddenly seeing the sleeping face of Kiki. She softly snored, and my rage soon returned as I remembered her trickery and my foolishness. I growled her awake, and she heard me lifting her head, not even bothering to open the glazed eyes she had she smirked. And I was too numb to get up and tear her to shreds.

Though even if I was, a sudden intruder peered in between me and Kiki. Her great big wine colored glassed with fake piercing diamond studs carved in them, they slid to the tip of her witch nose. She slid her wrinkling hands around me; and shook me in the air. The sudden awakening made em snarl, and stupidly try to shock her brains out. But the terrible rubber that smoldered in my skin, I yelped in absolute pain. And the rubber bits snug on my cheeks bit the skin of me, and I whimpered in a nasty shock. Feeling my legs bite with numbness.

"Oh, Mrs. Snuggs when do you ever learn?" Her hideous face made me balk, and I bowed my head in awful shame. She cackled, and then placed me beneath her underarm-which made me want to puke of the disastrous smell-leading me out the door. Though my heart hoped to be outside, I wasn't, instead I was in a quaint purple bathroom just as disgusting as the other, and it was smeared in purple. She slammed me in the bathtub, and braced a collar around my neck, though I refused, she restrained me eventually. My muscles weak and the sleep were still just starting to wear away. Flip grasped the knobs of the bathtub. And I whined in terror as I saw the acid water inch near me. I squirmed, but Flip grabbed me, and crammed my head on the bathtub tile.

My skull was smashed and I could feel the blood trickle down my lip. I felt so horribly weak, it seemed almost alien, a few hours ago I slumbering beside Courage in warmth off his ruff. I sobbed as the water stroked me; I never felt anything so hot. I squealed, the water was burning me, I rolled and cried underneath the grasp of Flip. She laughed horridly as the water floated on my sides, the burns became all over and Flip started to bucket them on me. I could feel my skin wear away, and the blood slim all around the tub. I gasped, being drowned in the blistering water, and it burned my skin. Big fat bubbles popping up on my skin, I screamed and shouted. But Flip kept telling I had to be cleaned. And I was cleansed of most of my fur. Half off my belly abandoned me to the scorching heat, some on my head leaped while most fled of my legs. I suddenly just surrendered, my body ached, and she lifted me out of the tub, the liquid still churning in the large bowl. She bundled me in a package of towels, and the nakedness of my fur from my belly and legs was foreign. And we returned to the bright room. I swayed over to her breast pocket of her plum shirt, and I noticed something. A lighter. Though I stared at it breathlessly, I couldn't breathe. I coughed as she placed me next to Kiki, who was tearing up.

She raced to me, though her eyes couldn't show worry, her face did. Her cheeks were crouched up, and her lips were trembling. And face cracked with dead tears. And she sobbed in my towel and left over fur. Tears soaked in my thin coat, it burned and I whimpered helplessly.

She whispered.

"Oh god, I though she'd, I was trying to. Oh god." She neared me, and asked.

"Are you dead?"

My eyes cracked open.

"Why do you care?"

Her eyes bled with more salty buckets. She buried her bobbing pin head in my belly.

"I was trying to hide you! I thought she wouldn't find you if I hid you, but she stole me when I was dozy, and snatched you from me! I never knew you went to the tub until I heard your screams! I tried so hard to help you! But the door was locked. Oh god I am so glad you're alive."

The realization of her helping made em guilty. But I was too tired to move, she unbuttoned me. Then shielded me in the giant snake of a tail she had. Weeping in my back, I shuddered and gasped a meager attempt.

"What do you mean?"

Kiki trembled with fear, and nudged me cautiously.

"You have no idea how many Pokemon she has dragged as Mrs. Snuggs. So many have all perished from her cleansing attempt. Only you and me are the survivors." She raised her fur, and horrible burns were furnished there. They were caked and scars traced over them.

I started to cry myself, and clung to her. We had to get out.

"Does she do anything else?"
Her eyes watered.

"Yes."

I stretched and whispered in her ear. My new found friend and me were in total jeopardy. And the sudden idea whistled in my brain, so hard the buzz made me wonder.

"I have a plan."

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Fred: -Kirby is in a tree screaming while Fred is trying to eat him- Come on Kirby, I just wanna talk!

Kirby: NO! ARE YOU JOKING ME!
Fred: -sighs- Maybe a little bit.

Kirby: NO WAY YOU'RE LIKE FLIP! YOUR ABSOLUTELY INSANE!

Fred: Kirby you hurt my feelings.

Kirby: Hah! Like I'll fall for that!

Fred: -starts to cry-

Kirby: Uh Fred?

Fred: WAH!

Kirby: Fred?

Fred: WAH WOO WAH!

Kirby: …Fred?

Fred: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kirby: -climbs down to comfort- I'm sor-

Fred: -gets up perfectly fine- HAH GOT YOU NOW!
Kirby: Damn my conscious!