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My PoV

I moaned and placed my hand on my forehead. My head was pounding. Sitting up, I took a look around. My blurred vision couldn't make out where exactly I was, but I could tell I was inside a dark room. Wasn't I outside before? How did I get here? Maybe the girls know.

"Guys?" A cough followed. My voiced sounded raspy and quiet. It hurt a little to talk. When no one came I tried once more, a little louder. Well as loud as I could get, "Girls?"

All of them appeared at once. Besides Crazy, Sadistic, and Dark, they all looked sullen.

"I-it's good to see y-you're still alive. Not that w-we didn't fi-figure that out by now." Brainiac spoke.

"What-" A cough escaped before I continued, "What happened? The last thing I remember is that I couldn't breath."

They all turned to the other three who were all standing farther away. I noticed they were different then usual. Crazy had a muzzle and she was twitching nonstop. Sadistic was sharpening her pocketknife and slid her finger across the sharpened blade, but she had no smile. Dark had her back to us, in fact she was the farthest.

A worried feeling snuck up on me. The trio had gone too far. I almost didn't want to know what they'd done.

The silence was broken when Childish mumbled something.

I looked at her, "What?"

Her downcast eyes slowly looked up at me, "Killer."

Killer? Wait. That name. Everything came back. I shook my head, "Why?"

Dark snarled, "Because he said he hated you! If he hates you, he hates us! We should've killed him off the moment you got your memory back."

"Then why didn't you? Why hold back?"

"You held us back."

"I had no control. You three did, or should I say Killer did! She had him pinned, ready to slash his neck. Yet she didn't."

Sadistic scoffed, "She was going to until everyone started getting in the way."

"But she clearly had the time to do it. Pin him, slash, and it's over... Unless you guys affect her more than what her name suggests."

Artistic cocked her head to the side, but it was Childish who asked what I meant. Brainiac concluded for me, "I understand what she means. Dark."

"What?" She snapped.

Brainiac paused, "You never wanted to kill Clemson to begin with. Sara knows you more than the rest if us, but that doesn't mean I can't figure it out. You refuse to believe that Clemson liked her, but deep down you know he does."

Dark turned her head sharply to glare at her, as if daring her to continue.

Brainiac gulped, "And... Well, you may h-have a hard sh-shell... But y-you have a soft inside. Deep down... You want Clemson to stay by her side."

The moment Brainiac finished her sentence, Dark rushed forward and punched her. My head steered sharply to the side, as if Dark had punched me instead. I touched my cheek, the area where Dark had hit. It stung at the cold feel of my hands, but felt relieving at the same time. I looked at the rest if them and saw they were doing the same thing.

"Ow! Why does that happen?" Childish groaned.

They all looked at Brainiac. She always had the answer, "Sara."

"... Yeah?"

"Have you realized that when you feel something, whether it be physically or emotionally, we feel the same thing."

"Sorta. Why?"

She paused, "It's the same with us. Even though we're intangible to the outside world, were still tangible with each other. Since we're connected to you on a high level, what ever one of us feels, the rest of us, including you, feel the same thing."

I let it sit in my head, "That's why when Killer was strangling you, she was strangling all of us, even herself."

She nodded slowly.

"Good to see you're awake." Said a familiar voice.

I gasped and looked around. Oh crud, I thought. The girls immediately retreated.

A certain red squirrel hopped onto the table I was resting on. I panicked, how much had he heard?

"Um, hey Red. Y-yeah, I've been up for a while."

He nodded, "So... Who were you talking to?"

I gulped, "Myself. I tend to do that when I'm alone. In this case, thought I was alone. How... Long have you been there?"

"Long enough to hear your conversation with yourself."

I mentally winced. Maybe I can get him to forget about it, "Do you know how I got here?"

"Yes. I was resting in my hideout when I heard Clemson banging on my tree. He told me that you were unconscious. I went with him to check up on you and alerted Blowhole."

"No hospital huh?"

"We couldn't risk it. Leaving you with professional humans everywhere? Not a chance."

I smiled and pictured them trying to bust me out. Dark spoke, "They wouldn't do that. They probably wouldn't even care."

My smile disappeared. Red continued, "I asked him what happened before you fell unconscious, then he started going on about how you almost... Killed him. But he didn't know what happened. You just... Started choking. Until Blowhole came I told him he had to perform CPR on you."

Blush raced across my face. I can barely imagine how awkward that must've been.

"He refused at first, but he gave in eventually. It didn't take long for Blowhole to get there anyway."

"Hmm, so we're at his lair?"

He nodded.

Figures.

"Where is everyone now?" I asked.

"Blowhole is going over the plan with the others. He says it's time to move on to the next stage."

I closed my eyes and sighed, "I guess that means I'll be put in the next plane for home."

"I'm afraid so.

"... Well it was fun while it lasted I guess."

We sat together in silence for a few moments before I thought of something, "How come you're here? And why would you help me in the first place."

He looked away as if he was thinking about his next words, "I guess you could say you've... Grown on me, in a way."

I frowned, "How? We hardly saw each other."

"... Not in person."

It took me a few seconds to process what he meant, "... Have you been spying on me!?"

"I'm a villain, did you expect I would give you a heads up?"

"No! I just-it didn't-! I didn't think anyone would spy on me in the first place! ... Why?"

He sighed, "You intrigue me. The way you're always changing from one thing to another so quickly. Like when we first met, you were shy and timid. Then suddenly you were outgoing and confident, like the girl from before just disappeared. I noticed the same thing when you were talking with Hans that one night. One moment you're cocky and rude, the next quiet and nervous. I'm not sure why, but you just caught my attention somehow."

Although I was a bit miffed that he mention the talk with Hans, I felt oddly flattered. I never thought anyone would be interested in my mentality. In fact, with the girls always fighting, I started thinking it would be more of a put off.

"Might as well forget about me. After the plan is put into action, you probably won't see me anymore," I told him frowning, "No doubt whether he succeeds or not Blowhole is gonna send me away."

Red smirked, "I don't think so. Being a close affiliate of his, I'm sure I could get him to pull a few strings and allow you to stay here in New York."

My eyes widened. A small chance to stay here. I had to admit, I liked the idea. No more limitations to how I could act or live. Free to be my own person. I wouldn't have to worry about what anyone thought. The girls would have more freedom and not be stuck in their rooms all day. I noticed that they came out more here then they did in Cali. No more being a burden to my family or friends.

Then it hit me. My family. My friends. I couldn't leave them. Childish would be crushed, after all, she was the one who cherished them the most. And what would they think. I've been gone most of the week now. To fully disappear from their lives without a trace. Sure I'd be living a life full of hidden tears and fake smiles, but I'd still be with them. And that was good enough for me. They are what kept me going. And to never see them again. I'd miss out on my siblings growing up. I wouldn't graduate with my friends.

My eyes started to water slightly, but I blinked away the tears, "Maybe, I'll need to think about it."

He raised a non-existent eyebrow, "Think about it? I thought you didn't like your family and friends."

"I do! I wanna stay, but... I don't wanna leave them behind either."

"Well you better hurry and decide," He jumped off the table, "Because when the plan ends, whether a success or fail, Blowhole will send you away. He plans to, that is."

Red left me to my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and rested my head in my palm. I can't see them, but I can hear the girls are already arguing.

"We have to go back!" Childish wailed, "We've worried our family sick enough!"

"And what exactly makes you think our 'dear' family wants us back?" Dark asked.

"Because you lie about them not wanting us around! They love us and you know it!"

Dark smirked, "What's this? Is someone FINALLY maturing?"

"N-no! I... I'm just m-mad."

"Oh but you're supposed to be the happy-go-lucky one. You're not even supposed to know what's going on."

Brainiac stepped forth, "Why can't you just leave her alone? It's this little adventure that's making her like this. You made Sara run away in the first place with your corruptive comments."

"While I do take the credit of bringing her here it's not just me, it's you too. I noticed you're not as quiet as you usually are Brainiac. You, the most sane and mature of all of us, actually seem more confident."

Silence came afterwards. Something about Dark's words stung somehow. Brainiac is indeed the most mature and sane, but the fact that she's more confident just didn't feel right.

I felt something tap my shoulder and heard Fangirl ask, "Is it just me, or does Childish seem a bit pale?"

My eyes widened. That's it!

My gaze turned up towards Childish, who was huddled next to Artistic. The others were solid whereas she was transparent. Her breathing was slow and her green eyes turned dull and gloomy. The cheerfulness and curiosity of her being had clearly disappeared.

Childish was dying. My inner child was disappearing before my eyes.

"Finally, we'll be rid of the brat." Dark stated.

Anger rose within me, "Don't you dare call her that! I've had enough of you and your negativity!"

Another headache formed just like before. I could hear Crazy laughing through her muzzle. Soon enough, I had an acute urge to kill. A maniacal laugh escaped my lips as the urge increased.

"Sara?"

I jumped off the table and faced the intruder, ready to fight my way out. But I only saw a lemur Clemson, also in a fighting position. The urge evaporated.

"Sara?" He repeated, "Ya alright?"

My rapid breathing slowed down, "Y-yeah. I'm fine."

Later

Clemson and I were walking through Blowhole's lair, looking for the way out. I doubt he would've wanted me to stick around after I woke up. On the way, we started talking.

"Hey, can I ask ya something," He started, "About what happened earlier. You know with the... Trying to kill me thing. What was that all about?"

I gulped. Somehow I hoped he would at least avoid the subject, "I guess I just let my anger get the best of me. I didn't exactly like what you said."

"Note to self, don't make you angry."

"Heh yeah, might wanna steer clear of that. But I've been meaning to ask, did you mean what you said?"

He looked down, "No. I was just upset that you didn't return my feelings."

"Oh. Sorry."

"I guess you could say my anger got the best of me," He finished with a chuckle.

A smile formed, "Hmm. So did Blowhole already explain the plan?"

"Yep. And boy does it make much more sense now that we know."

I raised a brow, "Really? How?"

"'Kay you know how Savio was checking out all their tunnels? He had to find a tunnel that lead from outside the Zoo into the penguin's HQ. They would take that tunnel and take the penguins by surprise while they're asleep. Once they're in, Blowhole would hack into their system and all that and take over their HQ. Eventually, he'll take over the zoo."

"So what about you and Hans?"

"Hans had to study the penguins basic routine and, with your help, fighting techniques, so it'll be easier to take care of 'em. And since I'm not a direct enemy of the penguins, I had to study the lemurs routine, which was basically the royal idiot dancing for the humans or bossing Maurice around."

"Yep, sounds like him. So what exactly do you do with them?"

"Just pop up in their habitat and take care of them myself. And since Blowhole's got a bit of a grudge against Julien, he'll take care of them right there if they escape me."

I let out a nervous chuckle, "So by taking care them, you mean..." I slit my finger across my throat.

"Well not immediately. I meant like capture them, then eventually... Ya know," He repeated my action, "Fool-proof, don't cha think?"

"Yeah... Unless the penguins somehow knew about it before hand."

"How? They don't even have a clue that we were there."

I shrugged, "I'm just saying."

Before I knew it, we had arrived at the exit. The back door to Blowhole's habitat.

He sighed, "Well I guess this is it... Before Blowhole sends you off."

"Y-yeah, I guess so. It's been one crazy week huh?"

"No kidding."

We stood there in awkward silence. Heh, this probably would've been easier of he were in his human form. I averted my eyes, looking anywhere but at him. Next thing I knew, I felt something climb up my legs, up my back and sit on my shoulder. He kissed my cheek and jumped off. I stared, surprised at him before smiling shyly.

He chuckled nervously, "Well... See ya, hopefully."

Artistic appeared next to me, "Oh where art the good in goodbye?"

"Where art the good in goodbye?" I repeated and waved.

Opening the door and walking out, I pulled my hair, "Arg! What am I gonna do!?"

"Red said he could get you to stay remember," Fangirl answered.

"No not that! I meant about the plan! I can't just let the penguins get attacked!"

"Sure you can," Dark replied nonchalantly, "Just don't care."

I groaned. What was I gonna do? If I warn them Skipper will no doubt wonder how I knew in the first place and the villains'll probably guess that I told them. My friendship with the penguins and loyalty to the villains would be questionable. If I don't tell them, they'll be in big trouble. I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't warn them and it would be worse of the villains told the penguins about me.

"We have to tell the penguins," Childish started, "W-we'll home before the villains notice anyway... Right?"

Fangirl pouted, "I don't wanna go home. But deciding whether to warn them or not is kinda tricky. Oh why do I like both sides?!"

"It's not all your fault Fangirl," Brainiac reassured, "We shouldn't have taken part in the first place. In fact we should've just stayed home."

I groaned again, "You guys aren't helping."

Suddenly a lone penguin slid up a few feet away from me. It was about Rico's height and had blue eyes. It clearly wasn't one of the four penguins I befriended.

"Uh hey little guy, how did you get out of your habitat?" There has to be a penguin habitat here somewhere, it is an aquarium after all.

The lone penguin suddenly got into a fighting position, but it looked a bit nervous, "Okay lady, I don't wanna hurt you, but it looks like I might have to."

"Oh a tough guy huh? Ok, lets see what ya got."

His eyes widened, "D-did you just-"

"Answer you, yes I did. I can understand animals. So what's your name and how'd you get out?"

He narrowed his eyes, "My name is classified and I'm not from here. I'm guessing your an experiment of Blowhole's sent to guard the door. Hmm, usually he sends a lobster or two."

I let out a laugh before continuing with a serious tone, "No. I'm not an experiment, I'm a human being. I was actually just leaving. So if you're not part of the aquarium, what are you doing here and how do you know Blowhole?"

"That information is classified."

"You sound like Skipper."

"You know Skipper?

"Flat head, bossy, paranoid. Yep I know him."

"Well that changes everything," He let his guard down, "I'm doing an assignment for him right now to prove to him I'm capable of doing dangerous tasks."

I nodded, "Interesting. So what're you doing?"

"I'm on a mission to find out what Blowhole's up to. He's been inactive for a while and Skipper wanted me to check up on him to make sure he isn't up to anything."

I was about to tell him that he was too late to find out what Blowhole was planning, but then an idea popped up, "Ya know, maybe we can help each other. I'm an agent sent by the penguin elite to spy on Blowhole and report to Skipper and his team. But I've heard about his sexist comments and don't exactly look forward to meeting him again. The last time I tried to send him information, he wouldn't take it and it lead to the monster mp3. You need information on Blowhole's next plan, which I have."

"Are you suggesting I pass on whatever he's planning from you to Skipper without actually doing the mission? I'm afraid I can't do that miss," He interrupted.

I shrugged, "Alright, but I warn you. He already discussed he plan and I doubt he's going to explain it again. And who knows how long it'll take to hack into a super genius's computer system. So your choice, pass it on from me, or risk a lengthy amount of time in there."

He stared at me, glanced at the door, then back to me. I looked away and acted nonchalant.

It took a few minutes, but he finally chose, "Alright, I'll pass on the plan."

I smirked and heard Dark comment, "You sly trickster."

I did it! First update of the new year in the first week!

Dark: Whoop dee doo.

Nyahaha! You can't ruin my good mood right now!

Fangirl: *pouts* There were hardly any reviews last chapter. I'm sad

Childish: And it's almost over. How many more chapters until the end?

Not sure, didn't write it down. Guess we'll find out in the future. Special Guest appearance by Skipper7357... Sorta. Enjoy!