I wish I could be like all those cliche authors out there and say the exams held me back, but thats completely-well, mostly-false information fed.

I have not been held up from the exams until Wednesday (yesterday), when real hell arrived to the students. I stayed up until midnight working on the project, lost valuable sleeping hours, while shifting back and forth between crazy laughing and crying fits of torture, got an almost prominent migraine, then blah blah blah.

While this may be true, that still doesn't excuse me from not writing this chapter by my usual speed before the day of the exams. I'm unhappy with myself, and I'm starting to fear that I might procrastinate on this story like I've done with all the others.

I don't know if you readers are reading this, but I do really want you all to know one thing: if I ever go one week without updating, please do spam my inbox with lots of complaints. That will most likely kick my butt into gear!

NO MORE OCS ACCEPTED! But if you really do want your OC in the story, PM me that you have an OC. When the time comes that I need one, I will then contact you back.

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER FILLED WITH FLUFF BEFORE THE PLOT STARTS TO ROLL! That's right! All the six first POV chapters were fillers to get the characters introduced!

THE NEW STORY IS CREATED! Called WISH FROM THE HEART, go check it ouuutttt!

I've tried to get everyone introduced in these fluff chapters, but since they're so many, you readers should tell me if you want your OC to have more/less screen time. Also, there are four OCs that will have their own special chapter, these four won't make as many appearances as the others, but they'll be there in the end. (So basically, they hadn't appeared in the first six fluff chapters like all the others)

Songs that would go well with this chapter are Vocaloid Chorus - Love is war! or Vocaloid Chorus - Bad apple!

~HAPPY READING!~

-TYSON'S CHAPTER-

"Tyson, right?" Some boy addressed me as he took the free chair from the table I was reading. His ice blue eyes twinkled amicably as he grinned. I recognized him almost immediately as Cedric, that one guy who rode that Houndoom in front of us.

I repressed a shudder—I do not like those large dog Pokémons—and smiled easily, placing a bookmark to hold the pages in my book. "That's me. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, so I hear you can give people fortunes of the future." He started, eyes shifting from left to right as if doing this was going to bother his reputation. If anything, it should probably make it better.

"I do." I closed my book and stretched my arms a little, "Is there anything specific you want me to see or...?"

"Yes!" He jumped at his chance, only to get shushed by Rebecca, who works here at the library and she stood nearby stacking books onto the shelves.

"Okay..." I pulled my voice down to a whisper, "What is it?"

"Well you see..." He leaned across the table and mentioned for me to do the same. He cupped his mouth with one hand and whispered something in my ear. "Whisper whisper whisper..."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise and a small smile escaped to the confines of my lips.

This was going to be good.

-LINEBIATCH-

The fortune telling has gone perfectly as planned. Arcana stayed still—thank god for that—while I used Crystal's pearl as my crystal ball—but I had to shine it first—as Cedric sat in front of me with very wide eyes as he watched the magic flow.

I still can't get over what he asked of me. And the response my Crystal ball had. It was totally ogle worthy.

With all this mayhem, it brings us to Monday, in class with our teacher, Mrs. Barlow. She's sour as hell—I'm still serious here—and snaps at you if you go as far as to ask for permission to go to the bathroom. I'm so glad we have to wear uniforms in class; who knows what she might do to us if we wear our normal clothes! She's a little on the chubby side, but she used to be really thin in her glory days—apparently she could beat the elite four but just not the champion—so I think that gave her an attitude problem when she let herself go.

But that's just me guessing. Nudge nudge.

"OKAY CLASS!" She boomed as she slammed her desk on the podium—yes, teachers here have podiums—to make sure all our undivided attention was on her, "TODAY WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT—"

"Mrs. Barlow!" Quincey interrupted in a chime, hand flying above his head for her attention, "I have a question!"

"WHAT IS IT?" She snapped, her loud voice making the hairs on everyone's head fly back.

I blanched as the unaffected boy asked obliviously, "Are you pregnant?"

A pregnant—sue me—silence ensued.

"ASDKESDRYFGHRYJV—" Mrs. Barlow's head then exploded, for all of those who want to know.

Nah, I'm kidding. But she did stutter around with her words before—

"DETENTION HAYDEN!"

Quincey, aka Hayden, shrugged and got up from his seat, sending his fanbase population of girls a piece sign—which then made then squeal in utter delight for two exact seconds before shutting up at the glare they received from Mrs. Barlow—before strutting out of the class room like a pro.

"NOW THAT THAT MENACE IS GONE FROM OUR CLASSROOM, WE WILL CONCENTRATE ON LEARNING ABOUT MATH AND EVERYTHING UNRELATED TO IT!" She grabbed a ruler and slapped it to the blackboard, "NOW OPEN UP YOUR BOOKS AT THIS PAGE—" She slapped the ruler on the board again for emphasis on the number written, "—AND ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS! THOSE WHO GET FIVE ANSWERS WRONG WILL HAVE TO STAY AFTER SCHOOL AND DO IT ALL AGAIN!"

Don't you just love Mrs. Barlow?

Sarcasm intended.

-LINEBIATCH-

"Tyson!" At the sound of Jillian's sweet voice calling me, I spluttered and nearly tripped over my feet in surprise, barely saving myself from falling over and having my just-paid lunch fly all over Andrew, who was unlucky enough to be standing next to me at the moment.

I lifted my head and spotted her waving at me to come over to where she was seated with her team—and mine too, if I recall correctly. I nodded back at her and then nodded at Andrew as an apology for almost ruining his uniform before making my way over, greeting the people with a small smile as I took the chair opposite to Jillian's.

"Hey." I greeted with another smile.

She smiled back sweetly, "Hi!"

"How's it going?"

"Good!" She chirped, black hair bouncing lightly, "What about you? Mrs. Barlow didn't kill anyone today?"

"Just Quincey."

"Aw..." She pouted cutely, blinking her large emerald eyes to where the now-depressed boy was seated, "That sucks."

"Aww~" Addison copied the small girl much more enthusiastically as she suddenly wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "You two are so cute together!"

"Addsion!" JP pulled her away from me—I will thank the man later—and waggled his finger disapprovingly in her face, "You don't interrupt people who are in totally in love with each other—" I blushed at this, "—can't you tell you just ruined the mood?"

Addison gasped and whirled to face us—hitting me in the face with her straight brown hair—apologetically, "I'm so sorry, guys! I didn't mean too! I swear; it slipped!"

"It's okay!" I waved her off, "It's okay."

"But—!" Addison argued, but JP saved us again by wrapping his arm around her shoulders and steering her away from us.

"Let it go." He said to her, "They did."

She grumbled something intangible, and didn't bother us at all during lunch, struggling in JP's arms. After a few seconds, she finally gave in and crossed her arms, leaning back into his side.

I see we're not the only ones "in love" here. (Hehehehehehe...)

"So what happened?" Jillian turned to me, blinking inquiringly, "You know, with Quincey. Did he get suspended?"

"No." I smirked to myself and prodded his food, "When Sir Lance heard what he did, he laughed in delight and patted him on the back." I blinked and looked at Quincey for a quick second, scrutinizing his bright red hair, "You know, him and Lance are really alike..."

"I know, right?" Jillian smiled and leaned her elbows on the table, "People say they're cousins or something."

"Ah." I took a bite of my food, keeping my eyes on the girl on front of me who was more than comfortable staring back. I blinked, "Is there something on my face?"

Her lips pulled into an amused little smile, "What are you doing after school?"

I looked to the air above my brows and thought about it, "Well, I gave Cedric a reading so we're going to see if it was correct. But mostly because he's dragging me along so that he doesn't look like a big dofus. His words, not mine."

Jillian giggled and patted my hand comfortingly, "Good luck with him. He can be quite the handful."

I kept my thoughts off the tingling sensation running up my arm and smiled back, "Yeah, trust me, I know."

-LINEBIATCH-

Chanel was sprinting full speed ahead on her Ponyta through the track field; Rebecca was pushing her Nidorino—with much difficulty—towards those work-out running machines to get him to stop being lazy; Rymero had both of his Pokémon on separate punching bags (because last time they unknowingly almost decapitated each other to the death); and Étienne was running around in circles, trying to get his Snubull to detach himself from his ankles.

What was I doing? you ask.

Easily put, I was watching my friends make total fools out of themselves.

All joking aside, I leaned back and placed my head in Crystal's little lap—actually, she doesn't have one at all, so let's just say I leaned my head on the floor next to her to make it look like I was laying on her lap—and let my eyes drift shut as she patted my hair soothingly. Arcana jumped on my stomach childishly, almost begging me to get up and join the others so that he could mimic me. I swatted him away playfully and felt him roll to the floor, where he then proceeded to jump and grab my hair, dangling a couple of inches above ground.

I scooped him up in my arms and squished him to me as he started to squirm uncomfortably, before trying to do the same thing back to me.

"Mime! Mime!" He repeated in determination, squeezing the entire life force out of my shirt, "MIME!"

"Okay, okay," I let go of him and smiled despite myself, "You win. Go annoy Rymero or something."

Even though said person is relatively calm and a bit hard to annoy, Arcana bounded right over and hopped on the boy's shoulder. Rymero didn't seem to mind, in fact, he looked quite amused as the small Pokémon mimicked his actions perfectly. He was actually used to this, seeing as we worked a lot together on mission (yes, this means we're on the same team).

"What do you think Crystal? Should I train you guys or keep on relaxing like this?"

"Spo-ink!" The small pig Pokémon whined a little and bounced on her tail, placing her little paws on her hips as she stared at me sternly, "Spoink-spoink!"

I took that as a Come young relaxed one, we shall train! and followed her over to all kinds of power racks. She jumped on the weights of the biggest and toughest one out of them all and feverishly beckoned me over. I stood in front of her, one eyebrow raised as if silently asking her what to do with it. As if we were talking telepathically—we probably were, anyway—she lifted her tiny paws up and down like a body builder would.

I scowled playfully, "Okay, okay, I get it! I need to work out more." I grabbed her and swiftly walked away from the intimidating machine, "But you also need to train!" She squirmed uncomfortably and pointed at me accusingly, "Okay, so I may not be the best role model..." I trailed off, thinking for a retort, "...but you're none the wiser! I didn't tell you to stay up all night with me!"

She made some noise that sounded like a scoff and glared up at me, meaning You know I can't sleep when you don't!

I smirked playfully and found a different power rack that, instead of the being too-heavy-for-me weights, there was this metal bar attached to a cord that you had to pull, depending on the weight you set. I grabbed a hold of it as Crystal pumped her fists above her head like a cheerleader, begging me to not give up.

Might as well start with something, eh?

After a long 30 minutes of Crystal and I surfing through the room while working out—but lightly, not like a muscle man Crystal wants me to be—, we finally came to a stop on the treadmill, laying on it as if it was a bed. We were exhausted—just a little—but we were also tired—from staying up all night and reading (don't you blame me, the book was good!)—so I guess it was okay.

"What are you doing, Tyson?" Maikee, another one of my team members, asked as she appeared in the door. I looked at her for a few seconds before closing my eyes tiredly.

"Nuthin." I mumbled.

"Oh, okay." She said before I heard her shoes shuffle down the hall, leaving me all by myself.

"Spoiink!" Crystal chirped and bounced onto my stomach.

Correction, leaving me to cuddle with Crystal.

-LINEBIATCH-

T'was finally time to meet up with Cedric and check on the fortune I gave him.

I waited by the museum for a twenty minutes max before I figured out that he wasn't going to appear. This set off bells in my head. Had something happened to him that made him change his mind? But most importantly: why didn't he bother telling me he cancelled?

I searched the entire school ten times—exaggeration, I only searched it once or twice—before a slightly ticked Rebecca—she was leaving the training field when she spotted me—finally snapped at me.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Searching for a friend! He just suddenly vanished!"

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "Vanished?"

"We agreed to meet up, but he never showed."

"Ah..." Her features returned to her usual tense expression, "Maybe I can help. Tell me his name."

"Uh... It's Cedric Finch." I paused and then felt stupid for not even considering this next fact, "Maybe he's out on a date."

I watched her as she furrowed her eyebrows in thought, as if going out was just some stupid ploy. After a few more seconds of emotions flashing through her eyes, she finally spoke.

"There's only one way to find out."

She started walking and I hurried to keep up with her quick strides, "And that is?"

"Talk to his roommate."

"Who is?"

Silence. Her face hardened considerably. "My brother."

-LINEBIATCH-

We finally arrived at the dreaded destination; room 217. I had to knock a few times—after a few minutes of waiting for an unresponsive Rebecca, only to realize that she doesn't want to be here—before someone finally answered.

"Yes?" Xavier snapped as he opened the door. When his eyes landed on the girl standing next to me, he bristled and snapped, "What do you want?"

Rebecca turned away with a huff and pointed her thumb in my direction.

I took that as my cue to speak, "I'm looking for Cedric."

Xavier raised an eyebrow—those siblings are alike—and pushed the door completely open, showing a dead Cedric on the top bunk, face in his pillow as he lay limp.

"You have a visitor." Male sibling announced.

Female sibling then added, "I'll be going now." before stiffly leaving without a response.

"Umm, okay." I muttered to the area she used to be before turning back to zombie Cedric, "Anyone alive up there?"

"No." He grunted, shoving his face further into his pillow and turning away from the door.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." He mumbled, face still in his pillow.

"Aren't we supposed to be checking on..." I glanced uneasily at Xavier, who was still looking outside the door in the direction his sister left, "...that thing?"

The boy moaned on his bed and finally turned around, showing his deathly-tired face, "We can't! It already happened!"

I tilted my head to the side, confused. "What happened then?"

He glared in annoyance, "Nothing! It just didn't turn out like you said it would!"

I frowned. Why was he being so vague? "I don't understand. Explain what happened!"

"No!" He snapped and pulled himself into a sitting position, "Never! Maybe if you beat me in a Pokémon battle, but otherwise, no! I won't say!"

Oh hell no. I am not going after that dog of his!

"Why a Pokémon battle?" I demanded, my turn to get irked at him.

"Because when you lose, you'll feel the humiliation I felt!"

Humiliation? Then he went up to them...

I pondered the pros and cons for a few second.

Pro: He'd tell me exactly what happened. I won't be "humiliated" if I win.

Con: He won't tell me if I lose. I'll have to figure it all by myself. I lose. I'll have to fight his Houndoom, with psychic Pokémon. There's probably more...

"Well? Are we going to battle?" Cedric was wearing his glare calmly as he swung his legs to the end of the bed where the little latter was. I weighed my chances before finally nodding, dreading it only a few seconds later.

"You gonna come watch, Xav?" He asked, a small polite smile on his lips.

Said boy scrunched up his nose in disgust before going over to his desk. "Allergic."

"Right."

I see I'm not the only one who can't stand that Pokémon of his.

-LINEBIATCH-

We finally decided to settle this in the battle area in the training field (because the arenas during afternoon training are only to be used during school hours).

"This is a two on two Pokémon battle!" My roommate Zak—whom I have dragged here against his will—boomed as he took his place as the referee, "The match between Cedric Finch and Tyson Elwood will now begin!"

"Go Momo!"

"Let's go Crystal!"

My small Spoink met the eyes of the large dark and fire type. I already knew we were at a disadvantage from the very start. But I have faith in Crystal, I know she can survive until the very and then knock out that dark Pokémon when he's exhausted. That's my plan from the very start. We can't win by sheer power alone.

"Let's go, Momo!" Cedric pointed in our direction, "Start with bite!"

The large canine barked a few times as he sprinted in our direction, raw determination and fierceness flashing in its small dark red eyes.

I stared for a few seconds before it finally hit me that it was coming straight for us.

I hurried for a command, "Q-quick! Jump!"

Crystal bounced once before using her tail as a spring, narrowly missing the Houndoom. I sighed in relief, glad that we had trained even just a little bit earlier. We're going to need all the strength we can get.

The Houndoom slid to a stop near me and gave me a brief glare. I quickly looked away.

Don't look at it! Don't look at it! Don't look at it!

"Again Momo!"

The dog rushed back at the stationary little pig.

"Jump again Crystal!"

Another close call.

We kept at this odd chase for long minutes. Nearly every time Crystal jumped, the Houndoom would use that to his advantage and get in some nasty hits. I flinched a lot, heart pounding unsteadily as both creatures wore out, though Crystal had it much worse than her opponent. All I could do was get her to jump or use Calm Mind to boost her a little, all her other attacks were psychic, meaning that the dark dog would get no affect from it.

Cedric, though annoying at my steering clear of him, was smirking slightly to himself in amusement at my tactics. There was no way I could land a hit on him either; he was forcing me back into the defensive!

"Jump and use Fire Fang!" Cedric called, sending me a taunting look.

I froze in fear when I noticed that Crystal was still in midair. The Houndoom pranced into the air with shining grace, which made me wonder if he was planning on tiring me down since he knew I couldn't attack, and struck down on my Spoink with a flame coated bite.

I watched horror-struck as they fell to the ground, Crystal crying out harshly in pain as she flailed for an escape while the large dog shook his head around as if she was some toy.

"Crystal!" I cried in distress, feeling it was the only thing I could do. What else could I do? Psychic attacks don't work and she's practically getting eaten! "Hold on!"

"S-S-S-SPOINK!" The small creature's eyes set in determination, flinching slightly as she slowly brought her paws up to her head. I tilted my head in curiosity—also because I wanted a better look at what she was doing—and almost grinned when she pitched her pearl into the dog's face, making him let go as he whined lightly.

"Way to go!" I cheered, pumping my fisted hand—when did I fist it?—above my head, happy that she wasn't going to end up a meal.

Spoik bounced back to stand—well, she was still bouncing on her tail—in front of me, placing her pearl back onto the top of her head with the rebound. I couldn't help but grin proudly, even if we weren't in the clear just yet.

"Go! Bounce Tackle!" I took the chance to try and get the offensive. There was no way Cedric was going to bring us down when we're still up and awake.

Though Bounce Tackle wasn't a real attack, Crystal still knew what I was talking about. She bounced her little self forward using the most momentum that she could bring forth. After a stronger jump, she tilted herself lower than the norm and used her spring to zip straight at the recovering Houndoom.

"Momo! Dodge it!" The Houndoom quickly escaped to the left without another word.

I frowned and pointed forward, "Again!"

Crystal spun in midair and landed on her tail. She bounced a few times and I could see the tiredness getting to her. All the running from before, adding to the exhaustion of getting hit, she was close to her end. She kept on bouncing forward though, now daring to counter my word—which then started to make me feel bad.

She passed through the air again like a bullet and Cedric cried for another dodge. The makeshift head butt hit straight on, the Houndoom finally starting to wear down as it could only dodge its front out of the way.

It wasn't down for a while though. Its red eyes flared in determination to bring us down and pawed the ground with its claws like a Tauros ready to charge; all it was waiting for was the order.

However, Crystal wasn't looking so hot. And I wasn't about to let her continue when she was obviously hurt.

I lifted my hand in the air, turning slightly to Zak so that he could hear me, "I—"

But the bright light that my Spoink suddenly emitted had blown my jaw to the ground. My hand stayed in the air awkwardly as the light took shape into a bigger, taller, stronger version of Crystal.

A full grown Grumpig.

"—am totally flabbergasted." I finished my sentence in complete awe. All eyes were on her, but hers were staring expectantly at me and I could swear I could feel her practically ordering me not to quit the battle right now.

I slowly brought my arm back to my side and grinned sheepishly, resisting the urge to jump on her and hug her to the death. "Gotcha," I slowly brought the same hand back up to point at the Houndoom that was glaring holes into us, "Let's bring him down, Crystal!"

"PIG-PIG-PIIG!" The new-and-improved Crystal grinned and sprinted forward on her new legs—nearly tripping once or twice, but it was all good—before jumping in the air and using her bright pink tail as a spring. She practically flew up into the air at a nearly impossible height before slamming her body heavily down on the weary Houndoom, bringing them both to a sprawl.

The ground shook for a few seconds as dust flew from the landing. I coughed in my fist and waved the air until it was clear before rushing over to see the damage. The impact had created a small crater in the training ground, I almost felt bad—it was my Pokémon who did that—but when I was suddenly tackled to the ground by a suddenly very naturally purple Pokémon, I couldn't be happier.

"What happened here?" LeiMei rushed in with Maikee at her heels. They inspected the ground, me being nuzzled to the death, a stiff Cedric who was sending me alarmed looks—seriously? He freaks out now?—before shaking their heads.

"Boys." Lei smiled teasingly, and I could tell that Maikee and Cedric were avoiding looking at each other for some odd reason. I held Cedric's look—after getting up, yet still hugging Crystal—and replied by raising my eyebrow, sending him mental messages that said what the heck is wrong with you?

He slowly came over to me and cupped his mouth to whisper in my ear, "...How do I say this? I kinda flirted with her and I think I over did it because she slapped me."

"That's why you were embarrassed?" I whispered back, a smile creeping onto my lips. "That's the girl that you so happened to be interested in, and she rejected you?"

"Shuttup!" He whispered harshly back. The girls shared looks and shrugs for not hearing us and left the room—probably to go get a teacher or the janitor or someone to clean up this mess we made—, "It never happened to you!"

As he said that, irony came in the shape of Jillian as she walked passed, only to paused and wave at me. My cheeks flushed automatically before giving a slight wave back. She mouthed congratulations for Crystal's evolution before continuing down the hall.

"You're right." I smiled at him, "It didn't happen to me."

He nudged me though and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Of course it didn't, you womanizer."

My flush deepened and I shoved him over.

I finally know why he had asked me to foresee the list of girls who were/are going to be taken.

Sorry if it didn't go exactly as you wanted, Jimzypaws, but hey! It was actually good! I was so hyped up writing the fighting scene that I nearly cried!

ALL OC OWNERS (even if your OC didn't make its appearance today), TIME FOR YOUR MUCH LOVED QUESTIONS!

1. What kind of movie does your OC like? (Comedy, horror, action, etc)

2. When your OC is really stressed or stays up all night, what does he do? Do they go into a laughing/crying fit like I do or not?

3. Are they a morning bird or a night owl? (If you don't understand what this means, it means: Are they a morning person or a night person?)

WELL THEN. I GUESS ALL THAT'S LEFT TO DO IS...

...DANCE WITH THOSE SEXY OCS OF YOURS!

P.S. 34 OCs in total! No more allowed unless permitted!

~MARMAR!

T'was a sunny afternoon when MarMar had the heart wrenching task to... BABYSIT MERI'S ACTORS!

It was the least she could do, seeing as she had to boss/threaten/slave-drive them almost constantly at WIN Studios, where she was trying her best to come up with the greatest SERIES OF POKEMON THAT ANYONE WILL EVER SEE ON TELEVISION!

But of course, having great ideas flying with every other series passing by, she now doubled her task BY CREATING YET ANOTHER EPIC STORY!

It's a win-win situation, for sure.

"Yeah sure, I'm free to babysit today." MarMar had said once Meri (scouter-scoutress?-extraordinaire, who also lets the actors she finds live in her mansion-of-a-house) called to make the plans, "What are you doing anyways?"

"Scouting for more actors for that series that you're thinking about creating."

"Ah, okay, sure. Have fun!"

So the next day, the collection of actors/actresses were dumped on her doorstep, begging to be fed (because they were actors and DEMANDED someone did the food for them).

The worst part of it all, MarMar had a devastatingly small house for someone renown around all of Sinnoh and Hoenn (a little bit in Johto, now that her series STARS THROUGH THE SKIES has begun). So adding seven more human beings to a two-people house wasn't looking so hot as an idea right now. But still, MarMar had to it. She does what she can to help her fellow workers!

When all of them were finally settled around a movie (which was the only thing she could do to calm them ALL down at once) she returned to her laptop and continued on with the script/storyboard, vaguely wondering if she should call over her Crazybarkz (Pokemon wrangler) to help her babysit (she has the experience).

Only to grunt in displeasure when the phone rang.

Looking at the caller idea, she groaned and picked up, "What is it, person who likes to disrupt me when I'm working?"

"Dude!" Milsu (teacher for the actors) cried, not caring about her being moody, "I lost Jacques!"

"Your gerbil?" MarMar asked, just to be sure.

"Yes!"

"OH NO!" MarMar leapt from her seat and grabbed her sweater, "I'LL BE THERE IN TEN!"

"Okay!"

"You'll be where in ten?" Xavier glared up at her condescendingly, "You're babysitting us."

"GAH!" MarMar screamed, shutting off the DVD player and then pushing all SEVEN of them into her much-too-small bedroom. "AND STAY THERE AND DON'T KILL EACH OTHER!"

And so, MarMar was gone.

-LINE-

MarMar opened the door to Meri, who had two other guys standing next to her in slight confusion.

"Elias, Johan, this is MarMar, your producer/creator/scriptwriter/whatever else she does." MarMar waved in greeting, a bag of already-popped-popcorn in her hands sexily, "MarMar, this is Elias and Johan."

"Coolness, welcome to hell guys." MarMar grinned at them before turning to Meri in her own confusion, "So what are you doing here?"

"Uh... you were babysitting the other actors?"

MarMar blanched, her bag of popcorn falling to the ground in dismay.

"SHIT!"

She had completely forgotten them in her bedroom.

-LINE-

Surveying the mess to her no longer usable bed, MarMar could at least tell you this (after crying over her beloved bed)

No one had survived (they were all sleeping in one giant dog pile).

THE END.

(To anyone who want to be in a random sketch like this, just tell me which Pokemon you ABSOLUTELY love and you will most likely join MarMar,Meri47, Milsu22, Crazybarkz in their randum adventures XD)

~MARMAR

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