Disclaimer: I own naught, save Ditto. Credit goes to the respective owners, be it Nintendo or XxSanitariumxX.

Holy cow, it's Sunday already? Well, then I should be glad I had an extra chapter ready. Week's been crazy; for those interested in my personal life, I asked a girl out. But I got friendzoned. *Moment of silence*

But enough about my life. Here's Ditto's life.

"This is crap," I said as I approached the school the next day. The words came out much more loudly than I expected, but I didn't care. Michael walked alongside me, for the first time, but Katherine still decided to go with her own friends. And like a hound to its prey, Eli had already found me.

"What?" he asked.

"It feels like I've been here forever," I said, "but it's only Thursday."

"I agree," Michael said.

"Hey, at least we got yesterday off," he said. "They say somebody shot up the school. So, was it you, mister spy?"

"Spy?" Michael asked. I ignored him.

"Eli, I'm not a spy. And even if I was, why would I shoot up the school?"

"I dunno. Spies do spy things."

"Like getting stuffed in lockers?" I asked as we entered the building.

"Well, you couldn't show off your ninja-spy skills in the middle of the school. Then your secret identity would be exposed," Eli said, making Michael snicker.

"Been reading comic books lately?" I guessed.

"No, not really," he replied.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Hey, believe what you want. You're the spy."

"Eli, I'm – oh, forget it."

"Ha! I knew it!"

"Hey," Bill called from behind us. I turned around and began to walk backwards, taking in the sight of him with Sasha, the Cocker Spaniel he'd met Tuesday.

"Bill," I said, nodding toward him and her in turn. "Sasha."

"Is this Relics?" she asked. Bill let out a laugh.

"Nah. This is Ditto. Relics is white, remember?"

"You two seem to get along," I said.

"Well, yeah," Bill said. "We spent yesterday together, because of what happened to...er, because of whatever happened here Tuesday."

"Well, then it's good to officially meet you, Sasha," I said, offering her a hand. She looked at it uncertainly for a moment, before she looked behind me and a look of surprise came over her. I glanced in the direction I was walking, and narrowly sidestepped Pete, of all people. He glanced up at me, but looked away just as quickly.

"Woah," Eli whispered upon seeing Pete's reaction. "Dude, now he's scared of you?"

"I'm not a spy," I said, walking backwards once again.

"A spy? Ditto?" Bill asked, before bursting into laughter.

"It isn't that funny," I remarked, facing forward again.

"I bet Falco'll find it funny," Bill said once he stopped laughing.

My eyes widened slightly. "Yeah. I'll bet he would," I said, hiding the inside joke from the others.

"A spy," Bill repeated, laughing quietly. "Relics, yeah. I can imagine him as a spy. But Ditto?"

"Relics?" I asked with a sneer. "How could he be a spy? He was afraid of you just last week."

Michael waved and headed down a different hallway, and I gave a short wave back.

"Relics is the one you were talking to the other day?" Eli asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Why?"

"I dunno. Just wanted to know who we were talking about."

"Oh."

"Ditto, who is this?" Bill asked, gesturing at Eli.

"He's Eli. Much like you, he's all talk and no walk."

"Hey!" Eli shouted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bill asked.

"I mean, neither of you actually does anything. You talk big, but you don't do what you say you'll do."

"Name one time I did that," Bill said.

"How about paintball, Tuesday?" I asked.

"That was crap. Name one more."

"Okay," I said, thinking about what I'd seen him do. I was lucky to have one example, and I didn't plan on needing a second one. "When you threatened to bite someone's face off," I told him after a few seconds.

"What? When did I do that?" he asked.

"Monday, waiting in line with Relics. Before he punched the quirks out of a robot."

"I-I was just kidding," he assured Sasha. She decided to head to her next class, and the two did their short goodbyes.

"That's my point," I told him. "Always just kidding. I'm sarcastic, yeah, but I don't lie."

Eli elbowed me pointedly.

"I'm not a spy!" I shouted. I noticed at least two Cornerians look at me uncertainly and hurry away.

"Not that. And yes, you are. But you know you've exaggerated," he told me.

"Okay, fine. I try not to lie. Happy?"

"And I try not to be so awesome," Bill said haughtily.

"Stop trying so hard," I told him, "it's too believable."

"Oh, shut up."

"It's just too easy," I said, laughing.

"Your mom's too easy," he said, thwarted. One it hit him that the cookie-cutter insult actually made sense, though, a smug look came over his face.

"Oh," I said, feigning a heart attack. "Oh...that hurt. Emotional scarring right there, Billy boy. I'm gonna need a therapist if you keep it up."

"You're gonna need a doctor if you keep it up," he said, cracking his knuckles.

"Alright, fine, chill out," I told him. I was fairly certain that he wouldn't actually try to hurt me, but it was a bad idea to get him angry for no reason.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with you," he said, confirming my suspicions.

At that point, we split up. Eli and I headed to our first class, and Bill kept going to wherever he'd been headed. I couldn't pay attention that class, and it wasn't because of boredom; I found my mind thinking on Krystal more than I thought I would. Eli didn't seem to notice my unusually happy demeanor, so he didn't even bring it up. And I found myself really looking forward to lunch and third and fifth periods.

Overall, that day was so close to being completely normal. Which, considering the rest of the week, made it quite abnormal. Nobody tried to beat me up, down, or around, Melina and Melissa were both nowhere to be found, nobody found out about any huge secrets, and most of all, no one was kidnapped. But it didn't end as well as it had started. One of the few classes in which I wouldn't have otherwise been bored became the most interesting class of the day.

When I got out of fifth period, I was talking to Eli and Krystal, and somehow had forgotten the seriousness of sixth period. So by the time the warning bell rang, I had barely entered the correct building. At that point, the bell sounded to me like a headsman calling out my name. A string of obscenities ran through my mind as all three of us began a hopeless run toward our respective classes. Krystal and Eli actually managed to make it, if only barely. But right as the doorway to my class came into sight, the bell rang again. I kicked up my speed one more time and stumbled into the room a second after the bell stopped echoing, and nearly ran headfirst into an angry-looking panther. I looked up in surprise and nearly stumbled back.

"Why were you late?" Ct. Fritz growled.

"Well, sir, I –"

"I don't care!" he shouted, much louder than necessary. "Fun Zone, now!"

I looked over at the obstacle course with quite a bit of nervousness, but my eyes locked onto the corridor itself. It's not too wide, I thought, measuring my height versus its width in my mind.

"Okay," I said with a cocky shrug. He couldn't help a snicker.

"The Fun Zone's gonna wipe that stupid grin off of your face. Now, get up there."

"Sir, yes sir!" I said, exaggerating a salute. A few kids in the class laughed quietly, but I figured that move would come back to haunt me. I climbed the ramp with much less nervousness than most students who did it, and made sure the wooden boot at the beginning missed me completely as Fritz got it to a quick start.

Stretching out before me were vertically hanging ropes, which seemed to form a simple rope swing obstacle. I knew it wasn't that simple, and I didn't really feel like going through that obstacle.

"Are there any rules here?" I asked, looking upwards slightly. I didn't see a camera, but I knew they were watching me on a television of some kind.

"Yeah," Fritz growled, "Get to the end."

"Okay," I said, glad he'd unwittingly allowed me to cheat. I put a foot against one wall and planted my hands against the other, before lifting my other foot and slowly spidering my way up the wall. I really, really wanted to see Fritz's reaction, but I didn't want to get distracted; more than ten feet separated me from the top of the course, and I didn't want to fall back to the ground.

Eventually, I made it to the top, and put my hands and feet on the corners of the foot-wide walls. I would've tried to stand, but I was already almost stretched to my limit, and instead had to crawl, hand-over-hand and foot-over-foot to the spot where the first rope was suspended. I grabbed that little bit of rigging and hauled myself up onto the narrow wall, and made a point of not looking down as I calmly bypassed the entire Fun Zone.

I couldn't help a smirk as a few kids' reactions reached my ears. Bill's was, of course, sounding out above all others'. I didn't catch all of what he said, but I distinctly heard every ounce of profanity that he shouted. I've got to see if I can get him to keep his mouth shut, I thought, careful not to fall into the murky water far below. I watched that water get replaced with a solid floor, and then go back to water as I continued through the thwarted course. All of the traps below were being activated, presumably by an angry Fritz, but he couldn't touch me.

The main difficulty came in getting back down. Once I reached the finish line, I looked nervously at the only way down; the narrow wall that I'd have to brace myself against. I breathed a silent prayer and bent my knees, falling forward and extending them when I thought I'd have to in order to catch the wall. I caught it, and my arms buckled slightly, requiring more strength than I'd thought to keep from falling. On the way down, I lost my footing several times, but I managed to catch myself almost every time. The last time I slipped, I fell straight down, but I managed to stick the landing, and I didn't hear any laughing as I exited the Fun Zone. I was walking funny on my stinging feet, but nobody seemed to notice.

I actually hoped Fritz would be amused by the whole display. Then, as I saw his deep scowl, I remembered how flippantly I had treated his definite authority. I finally started to get nervous, hoping he wouldn't put me alone in a game of paintball. I got the feeling that I'd just curl up in the fetal position and wait out the pain. Or just shoot myself in the chest and end it fast.

He didn't do that, though. In fact, we didn't even play paintball that day. He had something else in mind, and once I was back in the lineup, he explained.

"Alright, ladies!" Fritz shouted. "Today we're gonna have some fun. Good old-fashioned conditioning."

Why does that not sound fun? I wondered.

I quickly found out. Fifty or more pounds of random junk on each person's back as we ran laps around, over, and through pretty much everything in the oversized room. Poor Slippy, along with a few others, couldn't even make it a whole lap before they had to slow down. I was one of those poorly-conditioned sods. I did keep trying, but I ended up alternating between walking and jogging, and it must have been a little pathetic. Bill and Falco, and even Fox, mocked me as they passed me again, and again. But two laps later, Falco found himself right by my side. Bill was the next to join us, but Fox...the vulpine didn't even look like he was starting to get tired when Fritz finally told us to stop running.

"You're an animal," I huffed as we dropped off the weight. Bill stared at me for a second, before what I'd said clicked in my mind. "Well...you know."

"Nah," Fox said, "My dad just works me every day. This was a warm-up compared to his idea of conditioning."

"That must've been helpful Tuesday night," I said, trying to keep my voice down. A clawed hand grabbed my ear and pulled my head a whole foot closer to the ground.

"How do you know about that?" Miyu hissed into my ear.

"Falco told me," I lied. Miyu glared at him, but she let me stand again without any threats.

"Why would you do that?" she asked him.

"I...well, I figured we could trust him," Falco said.

"Then why didn't you ask for his help?" Fox asked. I stared at the bird imploringly, hoping he'd keep up the lies.

"He was...busy," Falco said. I resisted the urge to cheer for him, and I had to hold in my relieved sigh, too.

"So busy you couldn't help Lana?" Fox asked me. "They both nearly died."

"I know," I said. "I know exactly how close they came. Fara, too. And if I can trust you, I can tell you everything. I'd rather have you on my side than against me."

"Hey, what are you all talkin' about?!" Bill shouted in my ear. I winced, but continued to stare at Fox. He was squinting, like he wasn't sure what to think, but I had to hope that he would agree.

"Tomorrow night?" he asked. I nodded without much hesitation.

"Nothing, Bill," I said. "The conversation's over, now."

"Oh, that's no –" he began, when Fox abruptly turned to leave. "Hey, wait up!" he called, following him with Miyu. I sighed as they left, and Falco and I were left nearly alone.

"That was a terrible idea, wasn't it?" I asked.

"What else could you do?" he asked calmly, exiting the room. I followed him.

"I know," I said. "I would've had to come up with some huge lie, and it would eventually get found out."

"Would've lied?" he asked. "You did lie. Why would you tell 'em I told you anything?"

"Because I already told you everything. I couldn't say that Relics or Krystal told me."

"And why...? Oh. Alright, I've got your back this time. But you owe me."

"Join the club," I said.

"How many people are you gonna tell?"

"As many as I can trust. But I still don't think I should tell Relics."

"Oh, yeah; have you seen him today?" he asked. "Or, do you already know where he is with your weird psychic time-travelling thing?"

"None of that was true," I reminded him. "And he must like the time off. He stays home until Monday, then comes to school without having slept all day. Which reminds me – we should tell Fara that Relics found his MP3 player."

"What?" he asked, clearly confused. I noticed Krystal a short way ahead, and waved.

"Just trust me," I told him.

"Hey, Ditto," Krystal called as she came up beside me.

"Hey," I responded.

"You have any plans tonight?" she asked.

"No, I don't," I said. "And I plan on keeping it that way."

"What?" she asked.

"You both know how crazy this week's been. I just want to go home and do nothing."

"Well, your week was crazy," Falco said. "You stole an arwing and got a girlfriend on the first day of school."

"What?" Krystal asked. "How did you know that?"

"Didn't –" I began, before I remembered that she hadn't been awake. "Oh. I told him while you were asleep."

"Well, aren't you worried someone will hear him?" she asked.

"Not really," I replied as we exited the building.

"What?"

I took her hand to keep the conversation quieter. "I have no proof. There's probably already a rumor going around that I did it. Just like how there's probably one that Relics did it. But it's not like anyone really thinks I did it."

"Oh, I get it. The truth is so weird, most people wouldn't believe it anyway."

"Truth is stranger than fiction," I affirmed.

"I just said that," she said.

"I know. It's a quote, or something. Maybe it's a cliché, I don't know."

"You two are weird," Falco said, guessing at what we were doing.

"Hey, until you get a girlfriend, I don't want to hear it," I replied. He looked at me abruptly, and took in a breath.

"Yeah, about that; you lied to me," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You said Katt would be into me. Instead, she slapped me."

"How did you act?" I asked. "You can't be a pervert around her."

"Hey!" he said angrily.

"Tell me I'm lying," I said with a smirk. He glared at me, but didn't say a word. "Just don't act like something you aren't. I know you're not really a pervert, so just be yourself. That is, if she gives you another chance."

"I'm not a pervert," he said.

"That's my point. So stop acting like all you want to do is get laid. You're in high school; try to keep it clean."

"Well, aren't you a little angel?" Krystal asked. I couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic.

"Not by a long shot," I replied.

"Whatever, Ditto," Falco said after a few seconds.

"Hey, don't let her get away," I said. "She actually doesn't mind your cockiness. It's mutual."

"Yeah, okay," he said, unconvinced. "See you tomorrow."

"Hey, Ditto," Michael said, standing next to the car. "It's about time you got here."

"Oh, chill. I'm only a minute later than Katherine," I said, looking at her as she focused on her small phone.

"Yeah, well, say goodbye to your girlfriend, and let's go already," he said, getting in.

"Keep your feathers on," I said. I turned to Krystal, but she'd already let go of my hand and started across the street.

"Bye," she called, jogging across the street to avoid the dangerous drivers. I gave a weak wave, and wondered why I always got sad when I saw her leaving. But Joanne's car honked suddenly, making me jump. I saw Michael doing his best to hit the horn again, and Joanne doing her best to keep him away, and chuckled as I got into the car.

A/N:Blah. Filler chapters are evil. I don't know entirely why I typed this one out. But it's okay; things should get more interesting on Friday and...especially Saturday. *HINT HINT*

Okay, I found another continuity error in my story, so I have to change it ever-so-slightly and offer current readers an explanation. You see, in the lunchroom, Sani's story claims that the cashiers were robotic. However, in mine, they are organic. I do have an explanation. You see, Krystal and Ditto did not have "numbers" to punch into the machines, so they would need to use cash, unlike most other students. (I'm aware they would probably have been given numbers, but those numbers would be flat broke anyway.) And the food wouldn't magically appear; they would most likely have people stocking it. So, Krystal decided to pay directly. Phlebotinum states that they would accept the money, and everything's fixed. Krystal paying the worker was the exception, not the rule. After all, Relics still had a hard time with the robot the previous day.