Sparks

by Kirby and Jordan

My name is Spark. And I was born into a Prophecy. Hikadashi a dark Luiga wants to control the world, and his sister Comme wants to save it. So she created me. Now, I have to make an army of pokemon to fight the biggest evil coming. This cant be good.

11. Tip and Tap

Jordan: Long wait you guys I'm sorry

Kirby: 0o Jords what's wrong?

Jordan: I-I'm SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kirby: Er…Jordan what's wr-

Jordan: WAHHHHHHHHHH!

Kirby: Ah! Jordan don't cry…if you cry then I'll-

Jordan: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Kirby:WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Kirby: -sniffle sniffle- So wh-what are you sad about?

Jordan: I DON'T KNOW!

Grr I suck! Such a long update, but this chapter isn't even that good oh well at least were at 11 WOOO HOOO! I'm just happy that everyone reviewed especially Rose and Capy because they review EVERY time! I love you guys –starts to tear up-.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Damn, I never knew your knuckles could hurt. And they did like hell. I cracked them in my bony palms and they still stung with displeasure. Just as Kiki guaranteed everything was hurting. The soreness prickled from his toes to the thumping forehead, my body hadn't really been accustomed to the sudden stops and constant numbness. Well then nothing seemed accustomed anymore. I couldn't eat without help from Cam, even my walking had changed, I slumped to my stronger side, my left, for it hadn't been as burned up as the right was. Though most of the time, it didn't make much of a difference, Flick usually soared me across the sky, or Cam reluctantly carried me in his rubber incased arms. At first, Flick's flight trips made me queasy. The wind flipped my stomach, while the uneasiness being so near the clouds and so far from the familiar ground made me slam my eyes. Usually I fell asleep exhausted on her splintered feathers, but these days I'd have been sitting upright though my back bubbled with the hurt from the sores, I ignored their rage, and gazed at the trees that scattered about the ground. Ever since our escape, Kiki and I had been well nourished, Cam, Courage, even Flick nursed our injuries and equipped us with hot foods. Everything seemed so surreal, the desperation of hunger, the unforgettable wakes in the night. Flip's disfigured face. But I knew that Cam was just being sympathetic, I wasn't stupid. And despite my advice Kiki rebuffed my offer to retreat back into the wild. She had spoken in a harsh tone, trying to shrug me of her choice; she had said she had nothing there. I rued her decision, feeling horribly selfish for hauling the unsuspecting Furret with Cam.

Swiveling near the feeble camp fire, I started to smooth the aching knuckles. It was amazing how everything hurt, knuckles and all. I glanced at Flick, her face was relaxed, as I beamed at her perfectly calmed face, I realized that this was the first time I saw her comforted. Though there was no smile, no arch of happiness, she looked joyful, her wings stretched out like a blanket enveloping her rumpled feathers. I gnawed my lower lip; she had her cheeks loosened, her brows rested and black eyes hidden beneath weary eyelids. It was so strange to see her cozy and warm, she looked blissful and it made her appearance alter completely.

Like she was unveiled.

I lay back a bit more pressure on the cramped backpack behind me, I then apprehended, that I knew nothing about Flick at all. If that was even her real name. Ever since she rescued me along with Courage, she seemed different. Her attitude lowered, and her sarcasm was barley a trace compared to what her usual insulting was. For the whole three days they traveled, Flick did not mock me once. My hairs just bristled just with the thought of her transformation, why was she acting this way? What had happened? …What do I know about her in…the first place?

Flick grumbled in her sleep, she tugged her wings around her belly heaving a great big sigh, she clicked her beak contentedly. I stroked my cheeks; Flick wasn't the only thing burdening my heart. Every day I became more paranoid about Cobalt Lighting, about what that strange place I was at, about the monstrous creature that had hovered me constructing me to trust it. My body trembled just with the thought of it reappearing and not being able to manage the height of power. I wasn't even filled in on most of the details of only what three days ago? Every time I mentioned it to my mates, they seemed squeamish, avoiding the subject they murmur about something off topic. It was so frustrating! How was I supposed to keep my friends safe if they won't even talk about what I did!

I coddled a bit of my recovering boils. Every day they seemed to recede, fading into purple and blue scars. Though every day I prayed for my fur to sprout back, for its glorious golden pelt to wrap me up, away from the horrible nakedness that timbered up me every day, it was so…foreign. The icy pangs that were always collaborating with the nasty embarrassment, that was waving itself around the whole Viridian. Though I could be dim, and overlook the constant whispers from the hidden Pokemon in the bush, their comments on my mutated presence. I didn't, no, I couldn't. I must be hideous. Inching the fire, I pondered on my reflection. Never eyeing myself after the incidents, I became curious on how much of freak I had turned out to be. As Kiki once said I had been handsome, though I doubted it, at least then I wasn't repulsive. I contemplated on how every muscle in my body seemed to react differently. When someone raised their hands, just to widen their bones, I'd flinch my body in dreaded despair of hurt. When people neared me, I unconsciously backed away, my body just as frightened as my heart was. Even if someone's voice even edged to the hysterical sound that Flip's tongue used to verbalize, I'd give a squeal and shake in my own skin. The near death experience not only scaring my skin, but my dignity.

Why must all of these things be stripped from me?

I don't know.

I got up, a little shaky yes, but still stood (or drooped) in pride. There was no reason to stop veiling my appearance, to be grown into a true adult, to understand these questionable things preferring to slant to me, then I would have to cover the basics of my oddness. That being my outlook to myself. I waddled to Cam's bag, fingers white from clutching the earth; I stuffed a purple hand in the opening searching until I could grasp the pale delicate mirror he owned. I've seen him review his features, ruffling his hair as he glowered in the round edges. I drawed it from its chamber, then lightly placed its bulky self on my lap.

And stared.

Stared at the ugly creature scowling at me. It's ears more round than pointed, cracked puss clinging to its boundaries, fat blisters gurgling once more. As it reared down to the forehead, it was amazing the drain of color that swathed over it. Only white and pink traced over the brow narrowing at me, a long straight blemish stroked the skin, I concluded that it had came from the line of where the water stopped. As we descended, it just became more revolting, the boils and blisters were swelling in leftover puss, cuts and bruises like steps on the sand at the beach. Face pink, purple, blue, white, every disgusting color every color but yellow or black. A few tufts of hair varied, but it just decreased the look of the naked monster, making it look dirty, the cheeks were not even the soft pink anymore, but orange, the pads melting the color away, lips white with dead skin, the face didn't look like a face. But a canvas. A broken canvas, splattered with paints and unreadable designs. It was as if someone had punched me in the face. (A/N that was in his dream 2 chaps ago!) I lowered the shiny mirror, and viewed my legs, the right was swelled up all big, and the left was normal, though both were patched with stitches and bound in cloth. Clogged blood trailed across its stomach, and I could tell that it had been drained, like a used grocery bag, then the back was sketched in fur, it had grew the longest there, and the cut off point made me hunch over, like some kind of hiding bird. Hands mauled, skin twisted, tail battered, the only thing looking the same on the creature was one thing. Its eyes. Thank god for its eyes. They still glittered blue, a little lifeless, but still shone the same color.

I stared at the monster which was me, and reflected my features and decided….

I liked it.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

If you must know my strange dealings for liking my utterly astonishing appearance, you must be warned that there are very many reasons to state. There is always the thought of that I was hazardous maniac, whom liked the way I was looking, for I was of course, a madman. Then there was always the notion that I had been sucked into a feral dimension, and the radioactive effects have directed my brain to take pleasure in my ugliness. And the most common idea was being, I could be constricted under a potent spell, making me lose my sanity and appreciate the giant boils fizzy on the pink and blue skin they perched on. Though this may seem entirely astounding to grasp none of these aspects are true. They aren't even close enough to be defied as other hypothesizes, nope.

I liked it for the weirdest thing of all.

I was finally different. Now as you may consider on my lunatic opinions about how difference was a positive quality, you may also reflect upon most peoples minds had been conducted to do by cheval society. Different was bad. An easy way to sum it up, different was bad. Disagree? I guess a few choice persons out there would refuse, boasting that they are different even unique. You all swanking your successes in your unique qualities, you may for instance thrum a musical instrument such as the piccolo (K/N Pick your nose? LOL) and as you perform for us eager judges, we rate you a 'pretty good'. Well I'd hate to squish your parade, but a 'pretty good' does not cut it for unique, because as hard it is reality will not even rate you a 'pretty good' for unique. The fact is (and it shuns all unconfident piccolo players sadly) that in this reckless world, there is always a more piccolo, guitarist, cellist (A/N I THINK that's how you spell cellists. Spelling?), or even the occasional exuberant banjo player that is more experienced and can rate a 'outstanding' in front of the judges. Not only that, but in business and art, drama and writing (A/N :-( Yesh it is very sad) and Pokemon too. But this new manifestation of me, this brand new shell cracked and tampered and horribly misplaced is sickening yes, but in its gruesome income unique.

I've always thought of myself as boring. Another stupid, sarcastic Pichu with my head to big to heave on my shoulders and my shoes so large, I stumbled in them. But now I truly was different, not only that but my strange encounter with Cobalt Voltage's slender snake, I could be instantly warned to others that I was not normal. I was unique.

Or maybe I was uniquely insane.

Either way, it was rubbing off me every second of the day. I lay back, haven't sleeping all night I wasn't even a little bit drowsy, or maybe more dizzy from my final conclusion. The sore muscles were kicking in as promised, and snipped all the way into my heels. Like some mad dogs they gnawed hungrily. Stretching for a nearby handful of Spanish moss, I mashed the stringy substance in my weak fingers. Suddenly the cloth bound to my stomach seeped in blood, bobbled, and I felt as if I wanted to hurl in disgust. The giant bag of tissue started to sag, and I felt as if was being peeled away by cautious hands. As I watched the grotesque scenario, the fat bloody bridge, slouch disgustingly. I could feel my faint brain spark (K/N I LOVE it when he narrates that. Spark says spark! ), I rolled my head back and chewed on my cheek in pain, the hungry soreness now ascending up to my knobby knees, and the shaky hands suddenly laying down icy cool water on the bruised wound. I moaned in hurt, and a voice suddenly gripped my ears.

"Oops sorry…this is just getting so, uck. I'm afraid it's gonna get infected."

The tremor of the voice was so soothing; I twisted my head seeing a sweating Courage fumbling with my bandages. Feeling pity swell my heart, I tried to throat out a forgiven response. But my lungs were too strained, and not so much of a mumble escaped their pink interiors. Licking my teeth in frustration, I bit off the last bit of the pain, as I felt the stinging water fade and soak, but the soreness certainly didn't. I scrambled uncontrollably the soreness nipping my tender bit of hips had. As the water soaked into the fat wound I lay back, as the tingling sores snapped their way around the hips thin bones. I glanced at Courage who was gritting his teeth as he positioned the new bandage a bit more, squealing in my mind I gulped quite loudly. After about two minutes of unimaginable pain throbbing the last of the fat in my belly and the soreness that seemed to be looping my aching neck, Courage was done situating my bandages. My lower lip trembled, and as Courage lifted his head I tried to snatch it so he couldn't see me break out in a hard sweat just because of a little soreness and some new cloths. But he noticed. And he gave me the most disgusting look of pity I've ever seen. I was so mortified that I flung my head to my shoulder and mumbled a few words beneath my breath.

"Sorry. They were looking bad though." I avoided his gaze, and continued to glare at a rugged rock acting as if I was intrigued with its moss covered external body. Why are my friends smart?

"Spark, I know this must be hard but…what the hell happened to you? I mean, when I knew you-you were some cocky little funny dude. But now, you're so…distant. And the bruises and cuts….I don't like it! I just don't like it, it's NOT you!"

How could HE know what's me? I don't even know what's me! When did he get the right to…to…care?

I stifled a breath, but it instead melted in an exasperated sigh. Every piece of me was ticking to just drift back to sleep. God, I needed it. But I couldn't. Not with him looking. I rolled a bit, cautious of my belly, and glowered at that mossy rock. And it was looking back at me, and suddenly felt as if it was scolding me. What do you think you're doing? He's your best friend! I just felt like rising at fist at that god damn rock. My friend?!? If he was REALLY my friend, he'd leave me alone! Why don't you all just leave me alone!

Great, I'm talking to rocks…

Courage clutched my shoulder tightly, and the sore feeling had escaladed there, so I had flinched. Courage looked completely ticked off. Through those days I knew Courage, I never saw him angry. Well, after this I made a note to myself. 'Don't piss Courage off.'

His eyes seemed as if they were shimmering crimson, suddenly Shiner peeped from his knee. He stood high, his head arching. Shiner seemed to ripple with white hot rays, and spouted it out at the defenseless tree I had been leaning on. I witnessed him crack open the knobby tree, its bark rot away, and then saw the hole start to crumble as it did it wavered in its pedestal. Shooting, from his back a long steel tube crushed into the thick hole he made, knocking the giant piece of oak out of its place. The disk of wood clunked to the grassy bush, it seemed as if Viridian was cowering away from Courage's untamed anger. He roared in fury, and then let the giant tube whack the tree a few more times. I creeped to him, whole body suddenly numb with sore the movement was unbearable I couldn't even feel my lungs intake. But somehow, I got there, and placed a shivering hand on Courage's downy shoulder. Once he looked at me, his eyes seemed to breed the dark beady brown it had been, the shiny steel tube slipping back into its socket.

"Who's that?"

"Strecher." (A/N Name of the tube, I'm not sure if you guys get it but Shiner is the little melty thing he has…you know melted the door…)

"Ah."

Our awkward conversation dimmed down with silence. And we just stared at each other hopelessly. I realized then, we both had problems. I stilled stared at his beady black eyes, and he stared into cobalt pupils, but he tore away from our staring contest. (K/N Jordan lets go!)(A/N Okay! –Stares real hard-) (K/N –blinks-) (A/N Hey you blinked!) (K/N No! You just imagined that) (A/N Oh, okay!) I spoke very clearly and carefully.

"Sooo…you get mad?"

"Sometimes."

"Hmm…that's a problem."

He laughed half heartedly and beamed.

"Yeah…sometimes."

"You know, I can't control myself too."

This mustered Courage's attention. He looked flabbergasted, mouth hanging by a thread he whispered.

"W-what?"
"Yup. I suck. It's been happening for a while now…"

"You know…you always were a bit jumpy…"

"Oh thanks." I grumbled sarcastically.

"Your welcome."

I leaned back into that hurt tree. And I pushed Courage by my side; he sat and ogled me slyly. He clicked his lips in a pursed manner then asked.

"What's wrong?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

Just keep avoiding your handicap. My mind kept on scowling at me, but my heart was so drained of dignity, that I didn't have the guts to express it to him. I scuffled and so did he. I nudged him, prodding to answer my question.

"You know, to all of this…reconstruction…its not all super strength cool new gadgets. There are….side effects."

I nodded, as if I understood what it was like to be a metal cyborg with a horrible attitude problem. I wasn't good at this. But Courage didn't notice, and cleared his throat to continue.

"It happened only a few hours after the surgery really…once they got my….eye. I felt weird. Like everything in me was about to cough up at once. I broke into a cold sweat; the nurses recorded my last temp as 104 I remember. And after that, there were these strange flashes of this giant bird like thing. Kinda of like a blue snake…"

My heart stopped. Was this…was this….I couldn't really know, it could've been any stupid delusion. I mean, I wasn't even sure if I had bonked my head too hard when that happened! But every sore muscle cried, yes, yes, you're not crazy, WE'RE not crazy! What was Cobalt Voltage doing? What was glistening between me and my friends? Had he infected both of our minds so? Questions sputtering, but me left alone in the dark. I shrugged trying to shrug off my own worried expressions.

"I had nightmares, saying 'it'll end, it'll end, if you don't find him.' I never found out who he is…But I think it might just be some stupid side effect."

I agreed silently, for what else was there to do? I couldn't clue him in on my mishaps. I had to be positive before I could lure him in my trap. I had to be sure; I didn't want to look insane in his company.

"Well, I also had some…outbursts. Like, it was weird too…one second I was laying in that bed…the next I'm thrashing around and so angry I can't remember WHAT I am angry about! I had all control on every piece of equipment I have then though, that's how I discovered Shiner actually…honestly that's how I found out all my triggers."

I leaned, interested. And he nibbled his lip.

"You know how I got out so easily?"
"Yeah..."

"Well, the reason it was easy is because of my outbursts…"

Wait…so did he just….rampage the place? I leaned sore pangs jabbing my back, but I acted as if I was casual with this new information. Stretching slaps of hurt grinding beneath the bony spine of mine. Lying back, I twiddled with my thumbs and inhaled a long breath. And, it cooled me. I turned to him.

"That must'a sucked."

"Yah…well maybe not for me."

An idea jolted to my brain.

"That's why you don't have Arya isn't it?"

The Eevee stayed quiet and hung his head. He started to tremble, and as I crouched to see his shadowed face. Salty tears were clinging to his nose. He sniffled softly, I tried to slant to his side some more, but a sharp wrench snapped in the pit of my stomach. And I glanced at the wound, it was now dry and cracked, but every time a twitch in motion occurred it started to crack and sting his unwanted pain. Courage raised his head bit by bit, noting my gulp of hurt. Wiping away some more buckets that lingered in his eyelids, he unwound it gingerly me petrified in fright. Gradually he smeared water peeling the dead blood off my bear skin, as it started to ooze puss since blood no longer was able to be slithered from it. Sore shivers tip toed up my spine, immobile I was but I could still feel the creeping sensation of the soreness gather around, it crowded my neck and bit at my shoulder blades. But Courage did not falter, and I was glad of that for it would've been more painful if he had hesitated in massaging my numb belly with potion. As his hands inched away I sighed in relief, they were smudged in purplish potion and he roughly wiped them on the grass absentmindedly.

"Thank you…"

"It's nothing…"

The awkward silence made my heart crumble. I was so worried for his well being, but I was so weak I couldn't even care for myself. I started to ponder on how Kiki had survived this long dreadful final period of Flips cruel games. I stuttered a breath and gave a unsteady smile to Courage who was narrowing his brow at the purple stained grass beneath him.

"Ack, I must be really annoying yeah?"

I joked and grinned as if cheerful. I nudged his softly and he stared at me with emotionless eyes, and smiled with no feeling back.

"Yes… you ARE irritating."

He said with a matter-a-fact voice, though it didn't have the most happy flair I had hoped for. But it was the most content reply I could manage, and I accepted it.

"Hey Courage, I don't want you to be sulking. None of this is your fault understand me?"

"I guess bu-"

"No buts! I'm serious Courage! This is not even a BIT of your fault get it?"

"Spark I-"

"Shut it Courage. Tell me now; tell me it's not your fault!"

"Sp-"

"TELL ME!"

Courage lowered his head at my scream. I refused for him to brood over this; none of it was his doing. All was mine, and I wasn't going to let him share the burden this load with me. I growled with a hallow voice and glowered at him, but he had avoided my glare and grumbled.

"It's not my fault."

"What did you say?"

Courage sighed and spoke a bit more clearly.

"It's not my fault."

"Excuse me?"

I could tell Courage's anger was welling and I smirked in my success. Get him angry. Make him angry at you. He wont' bask in that guilt any longer if he's too busy at being angry at you. He turned to me his face red and his throat bubbling, he howled.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

"Good."

I snarled angrily. And Courage stood up a bit shaky, he stomped to the other side of camp. Probably to awake Kiki who was slumbering in the shade of the droopy Japanese trees slumping near us. Though I tried to persuade her to nestle behind the curling fire, but she snubbed it and retreated to the long cradling branches of the Japanese trees. I heave a sigh and groaned. I hated making Courage angry. To yell at him as if he was meaningless. But there was no other way. I've seen people mope before; I've seen them rot themselves raw. Even if it was his fault, I would've bellowed at him. Courage did not deserve to decay himself over this stupid matter, he was friendly and fun, he was handsome-even with his cyborg problem- and giddy. He was way too good to mourn over me, I was nothing, a worthless waste of space sucking up Courage's time and safety. I rued in dragging him into this complicated plot I had, I rued bringing them all in. Flick, Kiki hell even Cam, I lamented over their forcing into this disgusting scheme.

Lying back I twirled a bit near the hurt tree, and could smell the scent of burning wood bustle in my nose. I had lost a bit of my senses. Smells harder to muster, sight a bit more blurry, my taste blander, everything a bit bruised by the actions I had. But I found it quite strong, and it tickled my nose as if taunting me. I started to wander about what Courage had said.

"It happened only a few hours after the surgery really…once they got my….eye. I felt weird. Like everything in me was about to cough up at once. I broke into a cold sweat; the nurses recorded my last temp as 104 I remember. And after that, there were these strange flashes of this giant bird like thing. Kinda of like a blue snake…"

Was it the same burly guardian ordering Spark to trust him? Or was this just a coincidence. I mean, how was I supposed to know? It could've looked like a dog on wheels for all I knew. But I could feel it, the sinking in my gut telling me. It is it. That thing is everywhere. Pursing my lips, I heard the rustle of footsteps jostle outside my door. I leaned seeing an exuberant Kiki grinning at me, she looked tired, and I could see a white branch tucked between her ears. Though I ignored it, it was entertaining to see it bounce as she skipped to me.

"Spark! Did you have a good sleep?"
She yawned as she strolled to me, and I could see the indecision in her eyes. My appearance was probably more ghastly in the sunlight. She smiled then stretched, her slender form twisting and contorting until her bones were refreshed and she sighed in contempt. She thumbed her patched lips and they dipped as she did, I scowled in unhappiness. I suddenly wished she had instead of being joined by the raggedy me, was lounging about with her family and her well father.

"Yup. Did you?"

I asked slyly. She frowned and nodded.

"Yes, I actually did. I'm not sleeping down here!"

She stuck out her tongue playfully. And softly bantered the side of my shoulder.

"Well Spark me Cam, Flick and Courage are going to find some water. We're running low."

She scuffled with my hair, and pointed to the canteen wedged between her arms. It was drained. I nodded and she nervously itched her nose.

"Okay, don't worry I'll be fine by myself. Is er Courage okay?"

She looked baffled, then cracked her knuckles sub consciously.

"Actually he does seem a little pestered. Do you know anything about it?"
I shrugged and avoided her gaze.

"Nah."

She grimaced and trudged off. And I closed my eyes, everything way too much at the moment

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Lodged beneath a wooly blanket and the dooly grass, my mistreated ears twitched with the crackles that vibrated off the Earth. The sounds beating over the grassy forest, I creaked my cobalt eyes slightly, but my vision was indistinct and I surrendered back to my snooze.

Crunch, snap, crunch.

The reoccurrence of this infuriating series of sounds made me revolve onto my belly. Swishing my hand, I shooed the sound away, much to exasperated to utter a sound.

Snip, snap, crunch.

I moaned this wasn't funny.

Crunch, snap, crunch, snip, crunch.

I let my azure eyes flutter open. I swayed hazy from sleep, I started to pull myself from the itchy blanket. And twisted head, what the HELL was this? Try to drive Sparky insane?

CRUNCH!

"Okay, I've had ENOUGH!"

I leapt on all four legs, though stubbly I yelled infuriated. Cocking my head, I started to dash (in my own aching way) to tree to tree. I slipped and started to topple down the short hill bordering our campsite. And after that I heard the most peculiar thing ring in my ears. A chuckle.

"Okay, this is NOT FUNNY! GET OUT NOW OR ON GODS NAME I'LL-"

They seemed to obey me, for as fast as a cheetah it seemed two stout pokemon revealed themselves from the bush on my far right. They shuddered as they stared at me, and I leaned noticing the two female Nidorans near toward me. Total fear mopping their eyes, I could feel my pussy ears flatten. They were afraid, frightened of the mutant monster bellowing at them to unveil themselves. I contemplated on how I must appear to them, an ugly grotesque Pichu staggering to them with fat beady eyes. One was crouching her blue crooked ears were swiveling and she peered at me with black eyes shimmering with the anxiety oozing out of them. The other was scared stiff, she was darting to the ground and wasn't fidgeting like her companion, and she refused my gaze.

"Now what do you thin you two were doing?"

I growled low and solid. I was trying to shroud my unkempt hurt rocketing up my legs.

"Wh-we were j-j-j-ust saw and thought you were ki-kinda-"

"Weird?"

She nodded her ears near to the ground. The one shunning my stare was now starting to near her companion who had spoken. She leaned and whispered in her ear.

"So do you guys think I look funny?"

Silence pelted the area, a silent yes was echoing in my ears. And yes internally I was weak, but on my outside I masked that and created instead an image of a proud and fuming pokemon demanding an answer from unsuspecting victims. And from the Nidorans expressions, I was good.

"Er….we…"

"Stop yelling at my sister!"

The one who had been hushed gurgled this loudly. She suddenly met me, her black eyes deadly with hate she walked to me.

"I don't care if you're God! You DON'T yell at my sister!"

"Tap do-"

"Shut up Tip!"

She snapped at what I guess now was her sister. And stomped her foot in rage. Tap inclined her head to me, and narrowed her brow. I smirked evilly.

"Oh you two are sisters?"

"Yes we are."

The crouching Nidoran curtained her head and started to shake.

"That's Tip my twin, and I'm Tap."

She informed me and pointed to her shivering sister.

"My name is Spark."
Stillness hovered us, and I kept that corrupt smirk pasted to my mutilated face. Tap looked tense, but held her post to me face. She didn't quaver her eyes, though I could tell she was aghast with how I looked.

"Er… how did you…er be like…."
"This? Oh well…if your sister joins us I will tell you both."

Tip rose her head and wobbled to me, she was quaking in fear. And I found my heart heavy with the thought of me imprinting so much on her. She sat in front of me a little edgy and turned to her twin. Tap though did not sit, but stood proudly shadowing her scared sister. She heaved a large breath then closed her eyes.

"Tell us."

"Are you sure?"

Tip spoke her voice soft and high unlike her sisters deep and rugged one she blushed as she shyly said.

"Yes sir."
"No need to call me sir. I am obviously not a formal guy."
I showed a row of teeth with a crooked grin.

"Sorry er…."
"Spark."

She nodded.

I leaned to her, ears brushing her forehead. She was pink as can be, and wiggled a bit uncomfortable.

"Do you like scary stories?"
"No."
"Good."

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Fred: Gwat gwib bwu gwo gwis gwime?

Kirby: -sniffle- I DI-DIN'T DO ANYTHNG!

Jordan: WAHHHHHHH!

Fred: Gwordan gwop gwying!
Jordan: I CAN'T

Kirby: -leans to Fred and whispers- mood swings…

Jordan: I am NOT moody! I'm ju-just depressed…

Fred: -whispers- Now look at what you've done!
Kirby: I done? Why you- hey! You spoke normal! Jordan he spoke normal I told you!

Jordan: -sniffle- What?

Kirby: He spoke normally! Right in front of you! See, see I was right!

Fred: -innocent look- Gwat gware gwou gwalking gwa gwbout?

Kirby: -glares- You-you!
Jordan: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kirby: But, but I…

Jordan: Kirby….

Kirby: --

Fred:

Kirby: I'll get you….one day….

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DONE!