This is driving me crazy.

Before I get questions about Ms. Chaos's intelligence, let me explain in later chapters when this story arc gets into go.

Here are a few answers from PM messagrs.

1. The rain is part of the Main Plot (MP) and will be explained later

2. LEMONS ARE NOT IN THIS STORY (They will be in another story entirely)

3. The story is based off of many things from different sources* mostly House M.D. The chapter here is the first Cryptic Dream delivered by her Personalities. This was heavily influenced by Hotline Miami were Jacket is haunted by Masks portraying different personalities and abilities.

4. Chaos is Twenty-Two

5. Unlike Dr. House, Chaos doesn't hate all of her students. She is angered by the morality of her students, making her resent them entirely but not wishing they died.

6. Chaos isn't a virgin. Blimey.

7. Chaos is still a Vulpix.

Now if I get another stupid question, I will sew my eyelids to my fists and get into a boxing match with Rocky.

Once again, thanks to Wikipedia for information galore! Here if you haven't been living under a rock for the longest, they have a wide spread of information. So enjoy them and me.

Season One: Break Bad to Break Even

I Am Who, I Say I Am

"Sorry that Intelligence isn't here at the moment!" Hope scoffed, messing with a yo-yo that metabolized out of nowhere. "Just like her to be late, normally I would get Anger on her; but I am sure we can wait a little longer"

The Sylveon was on his side, twirling his ribbons between his ears. The bored expression in his blue eyes seemed to dullen drastically, like if his eyes weren't dusted for years in a odd blue house; that haven't been touched in years. Boredom seemingly seeped through his blue eyes. He was so detectable, I could almost read his sigh coming.

Then he sighed.

I rolled my eyes and settled on my quaint, starry pillow. It was soft and plush, filled with what could be memory foam. Or maybe clouds, who knows? They could have plucked a Staraptor and stuffed it in a pillow the size of my entire body, like they expected the head of a Snorlax to fall at anytime. At least his head will be intact, I am still confused on how I went from scoffing at my associate's manners to waiting for Pokémon to inform me on the current situation.

"So why should he be late?" I asked, I placed my front paws in front of me. My right thigh squished between me and the plushy cushions that almost settled my irritation, I swore I felt a sense of calmness happen to overcome me, like I was going to fall asleep. I yawned and stretched, I took another look at the Sylveon and he was... playing on a Gameboy...

"I dunno, Oh and Intelligence is a girl!" Sylveon corrected, not even taking one glancenaway from his eletronic device...I swear this Sylveon is a homosexual. Psychology was one of the first disciplines to study a homosexual orientation as a discrete phenomenon.

The first attempts to classify homosexuality as a disease were made by the fledgling Kantopean sexologist movement in the late 19th century. Long time ago, a noted sexologist, Named Krafft-Ebing listed homosexuality along with 200 other case studies of deviant sexual practices in his definitive work,Psychopathia Sexualis.

Krafft-Ebing proposed that homosexuality was caused by either "congenital [during birth] inversion" or an "acquired inversion".

In the last two decades of the 19th century, a different view began to predominate in medical and psychiatric circles, judging such behavior as indicative of a type of person with a defined and relatively stable sexual orientation. In the late 19th century and early 20th century, pathological models of homosexuality were standard.

Ever since the Equality Act, Pokémon never really stressed Straight-Style life. Homosexuality is almost expected on at least Two out of Ten Pokémon, espically in teenagers who experimented and seemed to like with their results. So could this Sylveon really be homosexual? I dare say yes! He is totally gay!

"Ugh! Why do I have to sit on that gay-ass pillow? I would rather sit on a meatgrinder than sit on that!"

"Would you rather sit on the ground?"

"The pillows aren't gay! They are colors of the rainbow!"

"Oh... DidI pick the wrong colors? Sorry..."

"So why are we going to the meeting spot?"

"Hope is the baka who always finds a way to trick us into everything!"

"And I'm supposed to be the Embodiment of Evil..."

"You're only Exceptionally Evil!"

"Screw you, Hyper."

"Come on now, no need for that!

"First of all, ew. Second of all, we are here."

The owners of the voices finally came into view and I raises an eyebrow at the miscellaneous Pokémon. I sat up and I silently addressed their Pokémon species, so I can have a better idea on what I am dealing with here. I took notice that there was three Pokémon that were outlined in black, they were bIurry, so blurry I couldn't even make out the colors or the species!

"What took you so long?" Hope inquired, nuzzling what I assumed was Intelligence. So Hope and Intelligence are either siblings or they are mates which would probably explain the whole 'nuzzling' thing. I was stripped away from my thoughts to the sound of a kiss. So Hope and Intelligence were actually together? There goes my homosexuality theory about him...

Dammit!

In front of me were nine pillows, ranging in different colors and patterns. All varied in the size of the Pokémon before me, I felt overwelmed by the amount of Pokémon in front of me. Almost so that it almost clouded my rational thinking; claustrophobic feelings dropping over my neck like standing I'm front of a mouth-breathing Snorlax.

As the Miscellaneous Pokémon took their seats, directly in front of me was a Umbreon who I assumed was Intelligence. She was a pretty standerd Eeveelution, the difference being the curves of the female and her eyes were mismatched eyes, pericing purple. They made me feel more uncomfortable the more I looked into them. They were somewhat encrypted, like a file containing passwords.

"Chaos Safari..." Intelligence addressed, "I know you know my name... You met Hope." She nodded to her right

"This is your rage, we call him Anger..." To Intelligence's left was a Flareon, His eyes were burning crimson. A permanent look or distaste stained his face, like everyone around him was his archenemy; He even looked at me like I was about to strike him. His eyes burned into me like my fur was made out of charcoal, even though I was a Fire Type; I was getting uncomfortably hot.

"This is your Axiety," To Anger's left was a very fidgety Lilipup, his eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald. A look from him gave a very uncomfortable tone to anything. It was like Death was looming over his shoulder, his breathing was quick and short. His tail wagged nervously, as if he was fearing what I would do if air so much as look away from him.

"Uh... I am your... Failure... Did I mess that up?" To Anxiety's left was a depressed looking Leafeon, her blue eyes almost made me feel sorrow for her. Her ears were down, her paws in a very insecure position. Like she was protecting her body in a very last attempt manner, her eyes dodged mine and I think she is on the verge of crying.

"No you didn't," I replied, wishing I could just hold her for a little bit. I looked at the last one at then left. Like I stated earlier, the blur was blacked. I tilted my head at it and I was met with green and blue eyes. The silhouette gave me a toothy smile that almoat made the fur on the back of my neck stand on edge and split. His eyes read like a lie being told to me.

"This is your Evil. He is still locked in the deep of your mind, so is Curiosity and Reward. It is up to you unlock them. I don't recommend unlocking your evil, but I can't stop you," Intelligence warned, "I gave you your prodigy, use it rationally. Because I can't take it back."

To the right of Intelligence was Hope, I already met the giggly Sylveon male. Seriously, is my hope really like that?

"This is your Devotion, we call her Love." To the right of Hope was a Dragontini, her eyes were motherly and patient. She was like a children nurse, but her eyes gave off a very mature shade of blue. She had a beautiful, but seemingly transparent turquoise eyes. So it is true, Love is blind? That didn't matter, the more I look at her. The warmer my chest feels, it was also making my cheeks feel warm; I was blushing. She literally gave me dopamine levels.

"Yes, she is blind." Intelligence sighed, "And mute."

Curiosity and Reward was still locked, both of them sharing a pillow. The dark silhouettes just sat there listening to my breathing, once again they were blurred to hell. I couldn't make out the species, which was very frustrating. I swore I saw Anger smile at my throbbing vein in forehead, I hissed at him and looked back at Intelligence.

"Where are we?" I asked, my gaze wavering to dodge her gaze.

"That is for you to decide," Hope answered, still playing on the Gameboy. I shot him a glare that made Anger flinch, The male took one look at my displeased look and he removed the cartridge and handed me the device reluctantly. I placed it behind my pillow and looked at Intelligence for a translation.

"Yes it is.." Corrected Intelligence.

"So I am in a void?"

"Limbo, Purgatory, The Void, Hell, and some other cliches!" Anger groaned, "Does it really matter?"

So was the final one, in fact this last pillow was missing a Pokémon. I looked to Intilligence for clearance and she shrugged. As if her guess was as good as mine, I guess it could be after all. She is my Intelligence. The Umbreon shook her head and stood up.

"Look at my face we met before..."

I wanted to speak, but it was like my lungs suddenly snapped shut. Intelligence's rings started to glow a violent shade of amber, she raised my head and she grimances. I looked at the other Pokémon but only Hope and Anger remained. The others were missing, like they suddenly turned into a mist.

"How much do you love money?"

"Do you like hurting other Pokémon?" Anger inquired

"Who is leaving messages on your phone?" Hope gave the second question.

"Where are you right now?" Intelligence asked

"Why are we having this conversation?" She finished.

"Wake up," a voice demanded, to which I obliged, not even listening. I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I shook my head and looked outside to she... Guess what? More rain, I noticed we were at a gas station and they brought out handcuffs. The Blastiose grunted, and I placed my paws in front of me.

"You want anything?" The Blastoise wondered

Strawberry Moomoo milk," I replied, still tired. I looked at the Tysplosion and he gave me a coy griin, As if he thought of the best thing to say that will win the internet, or the look of the Spearow that ate the Picchu. I raised a eyebrow at him and he chuckled, he gave me a wink and opened his mouth.

"Are you sure l? You vill not last long, so skinny..."

"Bite me,"

"Bite yourself, you need it ve protein!" Terry left the Limousine, and left me with my thoughts.

This dream was messing with my emotions. It is making me, probably the only Firetype Pokémon in the universe to teach Psychology, to crumble into insanity. I feel failure for not being able to see that mystery figure, billions of questions and calculations ran through my brain like a bullet. Where am I? Who was that kitsune? Who are these Pokémon to me?

What was the whole deal about the questions? I have never hurt anyone! How much I love money? Yeah Pokedollars are amazing, but nothing to kill for! So why was I sent there? And why did they have a conversation like that? It makes no rational sense! The bloody Umbereon confused me, so did the questions. Those are the questions you ask a psychopath.

I am not one, however anyone sees it.