Author's Note: Sorry for the late uploads! Writer's block struck, and HARD. Could not pick up a pen for weeks! Anyhoot, I'm back. By the way, the moveset of the minions + Evene couple have changed. L is also now a shiny, winged Jolteon. Thanks to Luigi the Time Lord for suggesting that! Also, the gang might occasionally turn into Eeveelutions, but not much.

"Take this! ASSURANCE!"

"Hya! That the best ya got? FLAMETHROWER!"

"GAAH!"

"Dimmy, you okay?"

The other inhabitants of Castle Bleck, oblivious to the crisis taking place outside, gathered around the KO'ed Dimentio. The Umbreon had swirls in his eyes, but at the sound of Mimi's cry, he struggled to stand. O'Chunks - as a Flareon - stood behind them, his face portraying arrogance and proud at defeating Dimentio after such a humiliating defeat a few days ago.

"I'm fine," assured the jester, his mouth twisting into a painful grimace.

"Well, all I can tell you is that you're, um, improving," informed Nastasia, pushing her glasses up a bit. "Keep it up, 'K? Love the enthusiasm."

"Thank you, Nastasia," smirked Dimentio.

"An' how 'bout me?" exclaimed O'Chunks.

"Well, you certainly have improved greatly, like a Level 1 suddenly gaining a burst of experience from a Level 40, the actual battling done by a Level 50."

"Whut's that s'posed ta mean?"

"That the actual battling done is by your determination to win."

"...Issat a compla-ment?"

"So and so."

"Ah."

Suddenly, the exchange of talk and the calm atmosphere was changed instantly, as L swooped into the room, his eyes wide with terror. The four opened thier mouths to ask questions, but at the same moment, a harassed and distressed-looking Raven flapped into the room as a crow. She was trembling, and instead of calmly preening herself before folding her wings, the said wings zoomed into their folded position faster than... well, it was hard to say, truthfully.

"Raven, what hap - "

But the forest girl pushed her way between Dimentio and Nastasia. L followed suit, his steps jerky and nervous. Once the two were out of sight, the four remaining looked at each other.

"What the heck was that all about?" exclaimed Mimi.

"They look like they've seen a ghost!" added Nastasia.

Dimentio, however, glanced towards the door. His scarlet eyes narrowed. O'Chunks noticed this, and rested a paw on Dimentio's shoulder. The Umbreon shook it off and made his way to the door. Placing a paw on an electronic pad L had installed a few weeks previously, the door opened smoothly, and Dimentio trotted inside.


As a jester, Dimentio made his way through Castle Bleck. The sun was going down, and he had heard rumours about a certain flying being, armed with a sword blackened by evil. Somehow, Dimentio made a connection between the attack and Notch, but he couldn't quite place a finger on it.

Absorbed in his thoughts, Dimentio - who was hovering barely an inch over the floor - almost tripped over a curled-up Scythe and a slumbering Blade. Smiling slightly, Dimentio went on his way. The two creatures, inexplainably tamed, had come with Notch. Remembering a curious little conversation that had taken place between himself and Notch last month, Dimentio let the waves of time wash him away for a few moments.

"So, where did you find them? At a pet shop?"

"Um, no. In the forest. Well, that was where I found Blade, anyway. I found Scythe in a jungle."

"A... jungle, you say? Interesting... And, ah, what sort of breed is Blade?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what kind of dog is he?"

"What's a dog?"

"Um..."

"Blade's a wolf."

"Really? Well, that would explain a lot... Well, if they were once wild, how did you tame them?"

"With bones and fish, for Blade and Scythe respectively."

"Ri-ight..."

With a slight shock, Dimentio found himself outside of Notch's room. He raised a fist to knock, but froze as he heard what was being muttered on the other side.

"Let's see... pickaxe, sword, bow and arrows, porkchops, armour, torches... anything else? Hmmm... maybe this Guide to Mobsbook will come in handy... a few maps and a compass, too..."

Dimentio flung the door open. Notch, who was partially dressed in a white shirt and black fedora, whirled around. His legs and feet were encased in mint-coloured armour. He was holding what looked like a black arrowhead and a U-shaped bit of steel, except that the latter was hovering over the former, following it around as though it was connected by a firm iron branch.

"D-Dimentio!" stammered Notch, shutting a chest behind him. "W-why're you up so late?"

"It's seven p.m."

"R-really?" said Notch. "Th-that's a surprise."

"Been locked in here all day, hm?" inquired Dimentio, approaching the trembling miner.

"Ah, um, er, well, you see..."

"I do hope that you're not going somewhere." Even though his tone was light, the emphasis put on the last two words was dark and cold. Notch evidently realised, for he raised his mint-coloured sword, his eyes narrowed.

"D-don't come any closer!"

Dimentio chuckled at the feeble threat, and clicked his fingers carelessly. Notch was immediately surrounded by a magical cube-like barrier. Yelling with fright and shock, he tried to strike the shimmering forcefield, but to no avail.

"I suggest you stay put," advised Dimentio, and teleported out of the room without another word.