Gary looked around, and noticed that Cynthia and Lance weren't around. Thinking hard for a while, Gary finally decided to ask Will; he had as much of a chance of knowing as anyone else. He also seemed to be running around the castle all through the night; maybe he saw them? Catching up to Will as he left the Meditation Room, Gary asked.

"Cynthia and Drake?" Will frowned slightly. "No, I haven't seen them in a while." Gary nodded and thanked Will. As the younger boy walked off, Will turned around and gave an evil smile. The men walked away from each other, Gary humming the Moon theme from DuckTales for the NES. Best… level music… ever.

Gary entered the Champion Meeting Room, to check Elite Fail. He noticed there was a big jump in reviews, and clicked immediately. Three of them were from some anonymous dude named Jarkes. He glanced over them and printed them out as well – he had some good ideas in between the arguments.

You seem to keep mixing up Lance and Drake...
Lance seems to like being overdramatic...
Can't the Gym Leader's be involved as well? If so, here's one:
Lock Candice and Volkner in a closet together. A DIFFERENT closet than what Cynthia and Lance are in... And only for a couple hours...
Wait a minute... Will has a mask, right? ...lol.

"Yes, he does like to be overdramatic." Gary grimaced.

"And no, the Gym Leaders can't be in here too! How on earth are we supposed to get-" Gary paused for a second to count, "Eight, sixteen, twenty-four, thirty-two, and then Koga's kid… how the heck are we supposed to get thirty-three people in here? Lol."

Ooh, ooh! I've got one! Two, actually.
Stick an Espeon on Karen and blame it on Will.
Stick an Umbreon on Will and blame it on Karen.
Yes, I realize that's pretty much the same thing reversed, but give me credit. ...Wait, does Will have an Espeon? If not... just say he does. Lol

"These are nice." Gary noted. "I like these. Lol."

Um, only the Champions seem to be here... And why would they... oh, wait. The CHAMPIONS aren't the ones who are going to be tortured, are they? It's the other Elite Four members, right? ...This will be interesting...

"Like Arceus yeah it's going to be interesting!"

Koneko responded again, too – she had some great ones…

- Make use of the Harry Potter costumes in the back closet. Cynthia can be Hermione, Lance can be Cedric Diggory, Gary can be Voldemort and Wallace can be Harreh Potter. Make Gary go around places saying "Avada Kedavra!" XD

Gary grimaced and read on.


- Call everyone for a movie. In an ad, Show a sped-up video of Lance. What song? Caramelldansen.

"The Caramell Dance?" He snorted softly, smiling. "Like, those guys from Finland? Or wherever they're from, with the stupid dance? Oh Arceus, he's gonna love that."


- Make Lorelei/Prima, Pheobe, and Karen dress up in cute cosplay outfits. The boys will be, like, "So cute!

Gary sniggered and printed out the sheet to share with Wallace, Lance, Cynthia, and Steven (who had seemed to warm up at the idea of Elite torture; he began laughing when Lucian recounted Lance's outburst the previous day).

He left the room, spirits heightened quite a bit. He wouldn't dare do the first one – Cynthia and Lance wouldn't go for it. Ripping the first one off the paper, he flung the shred behind him and set to work finding the proper costumes. Grinning, he removed the exact opposite of cute costumes from the Cosplay Closet; who needs Pichu, Charmander, and Buneary when you have Sableye, Magneton, and Articuno?

He bumped into Wallace on his way to drag the costumes into the dressing room. Wallace's eyes lit up at the sight of an Articuno costume, but all dreams were slashed when he noticed it was for a girl. "What are those for?" He asked, pointing at Gary's cosplay suits. Shoving a hand in his pocket, he handed Wallace the print-out. Scanning the paper, Wallace nodded and waved it in the air.

"This Koneko person is a genius," he chirped. "Now, let's see here. Who are these costumes for?" Gary pointed to the costume as he named them; Lorelei got the Articuno, Phoebe would be dressing up as a Sableye, and that left Karen with the mighty Magneton suit. Wallace chuckled when he heard Karen would be dressing up as a Magneton – she would most certainly not approve.

"And we also have to find a funny video of Lance doing something." Wallace noted.

"Wanna make a video of him running around like an idiot and make a GIF out of it?"

"Sure!" Wallace took a video camera from a mysterious shelf and, dumping the cosplay suits in the dressing room, they went off to find Lance doing a crazy cape-flapping dance. This wans't too hard and they got a nice video of him within the hour. Smiling evilly, they high-fived and went to ask Steven and Cynthia for movie ideas.

Steven said he wasn't all that into movies, so he had no vote. Cynthia said they should watch Hercules. Nobody had a better idea, so they watched Hercules.

The Champions entered the Great Hall. Steven walked up to the intercom in the Great corner and pressed the button. "Attention, residents of the Castle," he began, "we are going to watch a movie tonight. The movie shall be Hercules – if you don't like it, deal with it and watch anyway. It will be worth your while. Also, please head to the dressing room first; if there is an outfit in your stall, you must wear it. No exceptions." Gary shot a thumbs-up at him, and he smiled back.

He removed his hand from the button and walked over to the other three Champions. "Well," he said, "what prompted you to watch a movie? Also, why was it Hercules?"

Gary smiled. "Well, because Hercules is a good movie, and also because of this." He ducked everyone into a side room and handed the paper to Steven, and pointed to the second idea. "Oh." He said, surprised. "Interesting..." This was his way of saying 'WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS IS THIS TAUROS----?!?' His eyes drifted up the paper. "So who ripped this part off?" He asked, pointing to the torn top edge with one ring-adorned finger.

"Oh yeah, that," Gary mumbled. "It was a pretty bad idea, so I ripped it off and threw it over my shoulder." Steven glowered at him as if he was an idiot.

"Don't you understand?" He spat. "Anyone can do this. If we left that piece of paper there, then whoever finds it could have malicious intent and do it to us!"

The intercom then made a static-y noise. "Unfortunately for you," the intercom stated, "someone already did. Head to your dressing rooms first, and if there's a costume in your stall, you have to wear it… no exceptions." More static noises, and the intercom died. Gary and Steven glared at each other.

"See what you did?" They asked at the same time.

"Yes, but what you did was worse!"

"No, yours was!"

"No way!"

This went on for quite some time until Cynthia kicked them both in the shin. "Suck it up and go into the changing rooms!" She snapped. "There's nothing we can do about it now – you heard Mysterious Voice." As the door creaked open to the main hall, they heard hurried footsteps. Bursting out of the side room, all they could hear was the hurried footsteps, which eventually faded out. They opened the door out of the Grand hall, but the corridor was deserted.

"Go to the changing rooms," Cynthia said grudgingly. "No exceptions." Steven growled softly and exited the scene. Wallace and Gary did the same. Soon, Cynthia was left alone. Angrily she swooped away to her dressing room too, following the others.

They entered the large, circular room with many doors leading to their dressing rooms. The Champions had a personal room, away from the Elites, and they opened the door opposite them. It went into a smaller room, with five doors – one for each Champion. Cynthia entered the room on the far left, then Wallace, Gary, and Steven; they heard the door creak open and Lance's voice call out, "Anyone here?"

"Yes." Came everyone else's reply. Another door opened, and Lance entered his stall. A few seconds after that, Lance started cracking up. "Ohh man…" He laughed. "Cynthia, you remember that idiot who tried to blow up the universe a while ago?"

"Vividly."

"Yeah, well… whoever gathered these costumes said he couldn't find one for Cedric Diggory – who the heck is Cedric Diggory, anyway? – So he picked a random one. Cynthia… I'm dressing up as Cyrus."

Everyone else in the room started laughing too. "Are you serious?" Cynthia gasped. "You have to dress up like that lunatic?"

"Yeah! I'm serious!"

"Stupid jacket and all?"

"Stupid jacket and all! Thank Arceus I don't have to dye my hair, though. That stuff wouldn't come out for weeks."

Everyone began to chuckle again.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW ELSE IN THE CASTLE

In a different room in the castle, a man in a black mask listened to the conversation via a recorder he had placed in there earlier. What? He thought. Lance is taking this better than I expected him to…

Oh, Arceus screw it all. I'm going to drop an Espeon on Karen.