Total Skarmory Island Chapter 31, a Pokémon + Total Drama series Crossover fanfic

Before I start this chapter, I want to give a special thank you to Roran the Zoroark. He decided to be my editor. There should be less mistakes from here on out. I've made three minor changes. You can check it out now or after the finale.

Chapter 18's Skarmory Cape scene got improved.

Chapter 19's Meowth influencing Lucario's vote scene got improved.

Chapter 24's Lucario Incident scene received a few extra lines to make it more descriptive.

New readers can ignore this. I also forgot to tell you since proof-reading Ch 1-17 that Chapter 12 elimination scene got changed.

Anyways, enjoy the finale!

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Worma-Sir

Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout the entire journey. I imagine that if you weren't there in the first place, I wouldn't be here today.

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Thank you as well for reviewing frequently. You are very insightful, I'm sure you can interpret a lot of things in this chapter.

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Are you secretly a fortune teller? This chapter will tell if your predictions are all right.

Finale: Final Destination! Go BIG or go home!

The camera displayed Skarmory Island and all its glory from a bird's eye view. The island consisted of nine differentiable areas. Like normal living creatures, the areas argued sometimes. The composed and chill snowy area couldn't stand the hot headed and impatient desert area, vice versa.

Yet, despite their differences, they could cooperate and co-exist as a unit. During days where the evil roots of darkness tried to suck the desert area dry of its resources, the snowy area came to freeze the ferocious foe. In return, the desert area extinguished the flames of hatred for the snowy area.

Similarly, the contestants all came together from different walks of life. They left many memories here, in this epic struggle of a lifetime that was about to reach its conclusion.

The camera flashed many images across the screen. Skarmory voiced over them.

Contestants landed one after another…

"A month ago, thirty two contestants arrived at Skarmory Island in hopes of winning 1,000,000 P and fulfilling their life-long dreams."

Grovyle and Bisharp formed an early connection.

Darmanitan fanboyed over Lucario.

Helioptile took care of the shy Snorunt.

Tyrunt and Elekid talked about their hobbies and interests.

"Some got along well…"

Heracross bugged Shedinja.

Scolipede exposed Meowstic's tricks.

Skrelp bullied Jumpluff.

"…and some didn't."

Lucario hustled the Flygon statue to the finish line.

Bisharp worked in the darkness of the ruined hotel.

Duosion endured the sports massage.

Drifblim taught the interns to be rebels.

Nosepass went on a fake date.

"They competed in a wide variety of challenges to avoid elimination."

Archeops invited Skrelp into her alliance.

Heracross and Miltank linked arms.

Houndour, Duosion and Meowth jumped, celebrating the creation of the Treasure Trio.

Lucario asked Meowth to be his friend.

Grovyle exaggerated his qualities to Dedenne, Bisharp and the others.

"Along the way, alliances were formed and big personalities emerged."

Bisharp bonded with Jumpluff.

Houndour kissed Duosion.

Scolipede smooched Ledyba.

Cryogonal kissed cardboard Shedinja.

"Love blossomed…"

Bisharp and Grovyle choked each other.

Lucario sold Darmanitan for a single vote.

Meowth confronted Duosion and Houndour in the desert area with his assistant.

"…just like friendships were destroyed."

Meowth schemed with Darmanitan to switch the guns.

Drifblim manipulated Meowth to give his advantage away.

"Tricks were played."

Farfetch'd played his cards down.

Aromatisse threw Larvitar into the mud.

"Two fallen contestants earned their redemption."

Rhyhorn told Nosepass everything on the summit.

Houndour sacrificed himself for Lucario.

Lucario had his emotional departure.

Drifblim broke down into tears after Skarmory faked her elimination.

Farfetch'd nearly died.

"Feelings were felt."

The screen was divided into six squares, showing all thirty eliminations in a span of five seconds.

"After countless eliminations, we're left with our two finalists: Drifblim and Farfetch'd."

Farfetch'd distanced himself from everyone, keeping Mr. Stalk close.

Farfetch'd talked with his partner, weirding others out.

"Farfetch'd started off with a poor social game, isolating himself from everyone."

Farfetch'd struck the meatball at Skrelp's face.

Farfetch'd refused to campaign for any votes or form any alliances.

Skarmory announced Farfetch'd's elimination.

"Because of his strict code of honor, he was eliminated early."

Farfetch'd rode the boat back with Aromatisse.

Farfetch'd cried emotionally after hearing about his girlfriend from Dedenne.

"However, he returned with a vow to win with integrity and honor for his girlfriend."

Farfetch'd saved Bisharp from the baggage boy, Ursaring.

Farfetch'd rescued Aromatisse and Meowth from the spike balls.

Farfetch'd opened his heart, accepting Bisharp, Aromatisse and Ms. Stick.

"Due to a twist of events, Farfetch'd eventually opened his heart to others and reminded the viewers that facing hardships with friends and family is better than doing it alone."

Farfetch'd skateboarded down Loser Island's stair railing.

Farfetch'd jammed the cannon of the Smokerich.

Farfetch'd knocked Duosion out with a powered-up Night Slash.

Farfetch'd destroyed Chef Drapion with Revenge.

"Will the war minister win with his years of experience in the battlefield and a professional music award?"

Farfetch'd danced his hit single 'I see you, thief. I give you, grief.' for a while before the screen shifted to Drifblim.

Drifblim and Meowth had a great time playing Monopoly together.

Drifblim strengthened her ties with Heracross.

Drifblim befriended Aromatisse, earning easy access into Duosion's group.

"Unlike Farfetch'd, Drifblim had a stellar social game."

Drifblim gave Larvitar the idea to sabotage.

Drifblim stroked Skrelp's ego, hiding behind her shadow.

Drifblim flattered Grovyle, puppeteering him sneakily.

Drifblim secretly released Meowth & Co. corrupted files to the public.

"She strategically maneuvered through the game by manipulating other villains. With an impressive record of one vote received throughout all elimination ceremonies, she solidified her status as the best antagonist."

Rhyhorn compressed her head down the sand.

Bisharp froze her down the drain.

Meowth fired the sleeping dart at her.

Drifblim got flogged by Ursaring.

"However, she was by no means perfect. The superfan made a few mistakes that nearly ruined her game."

Drifblim gave Nosepass the Pokepuff.

Drifblim knocked Raticate away from Aromatisse.

Drifblim saved Farfetch'd's life.

"Drifblim also surprisingly showed her kind side. She isn't just a mere heartless villain. Rather, a passionate fan that loves this gameshow more than anyone."

Drifblim made an emotional appeal to Dusclops.

Drifblim teased Skarmory just for fun.

Drifblim addressed the viewers inside the confessional with the utmost desire to please them inside her eyes and words.

"Will the education minister win and pass down her legacy to the next generation of strategists and fans alike? Or will she fail and Total Drama shall forever be plagued by flat cardboard contestants?"

Drifblim bent cardboard Bisharp out of shape, breaking him.

The recap session was finally over. The camera showed Skarmory standing on a garden bridge, smiling with uncontrollable excitement.

"The first finalist to find me wins the million. However, it isn't as easy and simple as it sounds. Stay tuned and keep your eyes locked on the screen to find out the winner on the finale of Total… Skarmory… Island!" Skarmory shouted with fervor.

Instead of sleeping in their usual cabins, Farfetch'd and Drifblim rested in the small wooden cabin for the night. The cabin had two small bedrooms and a cozy living room by the fireplace.

The bed barely fitted in the bedroom, taking up to three quarters of the entire area already. The other quarter was for the tiny restroom. You would think our finalists were living inadequately, but no.

The Beartic skin bedsheets warmed their bodies up nicely, giving off this strange soothing smell.

The wall between them was very thin, allowing thoughts to be transferred. Drifblim could hear Farfetch'd's beautiful delusional conversations with his two guardians. At the same time, Farfetch'd detected Drifblim's dramatic dreams.

The beautiful silver light on the ceiling wasn't intrusive to their eyes at all. They could leave it on and still sleep peacefully. The light overlooked their safety as they slept.

To describe it simply, cramped but comfortable.

The golden sun rose and the snow shook.

Farfetch'd and Drifblim exited their respective rooms around the same time.

Drifblim got out first. The superfan couldn't control her nervousness and excitement. Every second, she either mentally prepared herself for the challenge or thought about how winning would change her life.

Sitting on the Glalie beanbag, Drifblim was pleasantly surprised to see that the interns prepared a reinvigorating meal on the table for them.

The aroma of the rich coffee energized them, complimenting the Leppa Berry rice with Flygon meat. The coffee mugs apparently featured an Abomasnow.

Drifblim grabbed her spoon and fork but she didn't eat yet. Instead, she fiddled with them as she stared into the fireplace, passion burning in her eyes.

"I can do this. I can win. Don't choke, don't choke…" Drifblim repeated quietly to herself.

Farfetch'd opened the door weirdly, using both Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick to turn the doorknob around. Upon seeing Drifblim, he frowned a little. Although, there didn't seem to be any hostility.

Drifblim noticed Farfetch'd and dropped her eating utensils down on her plate with a clang.

The situation was very awkward for the two, to say the very least.

Farfetch'd felt conflicted about Drifblim. On one hand, she helped Nosepass stealing Mr. Stalk. On the other, she saved his life and returned Mr. Stalk back after all. She was a thief, but a heroic one.

Drifblim felt angst around Farfetch'd. She rescued him, but she was also aware that she contributed to the mess. She feared him after witnessing what he did to Chef Drapion. Deep inside, she regretted bringing him to the finale. However, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Drifblim would achieve total triumph proudly or she rather lose than winning the cowardly way. She hid behind other contestants for long enough. Time to confront karma bravely.

Drifblim mustered up her courage and erased any semblance of fear from her body language: eyes firmed, muscles relaxed and a clear head.

"Sit and eat, Farfetch'd. You don't want the food to go cold." Drifblim spoke first, smiling politely.

Farfetch'd glared at her for a short moment before sitting down. He used his dual weapons to slice and slay the Food Kingdom soldiers skillfully. He ate at a faster pace than normal.

Drifblim took a sip of the coffee, tasting bitter and cold.

Farfetch'd finished chewing and enunciated a few heavy words. "Proud of yourself?"

"Of course, I made it to the finale." Drifblim answered simply, focusing on her food.

"You could have earned our respect. You could have made new friends. Instead, you chose to antagonize others… What made you different from the other villains, Drifblim? Just because you saved us, doesn't mean we'll go easy on you. Don't just say you're a superfan that wants to please the viewers either. Mr. Stalk can list many more ways to entertain the viewing public better than yours." Farfetch'd questioned discerningly. Drifblim's composure crumbled, listening to him.

"No villain can match the love I have for this game. You might think I'm just fueling sadistic television culture but no… I want to break the mold! I want to revolutionize the stale customs and conventions of Total Drama and its perpetual cycle of unoriginality! Same challenges, same twists, same cardboard contestants. I hate all of it!" Drifblim explained passionately.

"By taking Mr. Stalk away from me?! Was that your definition of breaking the mold and pleasing the viewers? Do you even know how much he freaking means to me?!" Farfetch'd countered sharply, banging the table with Mr. Stalk.

Drifblim turned silent temporarily. Farfetch'd watched, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, Farfetch'd. I must have caused you so much suffering. Too much to forgive… However, please know that I mean no real harm. I'm well aware that I'm only pleasing a niche audience. Most viewers and contestants will hate me. Regardless, I will bear all of the pain without an ounce of regret." Drifblim expressed her emotions substantially without shouting. "Because this is my dream… I won't have it any other way. I will play however I want. At the end of the day, I want to make myself proud." She nearly cried.

Farfetch'd empathized with her, but he didn't show it. His eyes remained critically unwavering.

They're both similar. Both were stubborn contestants that had their own ways of doing things. Both were talented and… flawed.

"Show us then. If you want us to see and believe it, use your own actions. We'll have no mercy though. I'll destroy you, thief." Farfetch'd got up and headed to the door coldly.

"You bet I will." Drifblim resolved.

Farfetch'd's lips moved back down to its normal position as he exited the cabin for his final training session.

Drifblim finished eating her food and prepared herself mentally rather than physically. Even then, she still did a few stretches here and there.

Curiously, the ghost girl floated to the closed curtains and pulled the Ivysaur vine curtain draw rod. She watched Farfetch'd's skillful swordplay with anxiety.

The war minister's movements resembled a deadly dance. He cut a falling snowflake in half with Mr. Stalk before spinning around and slashed another with Ms. Stick. He pursued them like a real stalker, striking them down before they could reach the ground.

Farfetch'd jumped up and sliced one viciously, eyeing Drifblim on his way down. Farfetch'd landed and made a sweeping motion, kicking the snow at the window.

Drifblim flinched as Farfetch'd grinned.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "It'll be a three against one, Drifblim. Victory's in our reach, Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick."

Drifblim: She breathed heavily. "Come on, Drifblim. Get yourself together! Think about the viewers, your friends, Ariados, anything to snap you out of your irrational worries. You aren't Scolipede. You need to win. You've done too much to let it all go to waste!"

Skarmory soon called, instructing them to hike up the summit. Fortunately, it wasn't that far away from the resting area.

Farfetch'd hiked up using Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick like a skilled mountaineer. He was filled with confidence.

Drifblim floated up, looking less nervous. Recalling her past accomplishments and happiest moments helped a lot.

Of course, Skarmory wasn't at the summit to tell them the final challenge. The finalists were greeted with a wooden post in his stead.

"This thing looks more professional than you, Skarmory." Drifblim returned to her more confident self gradually.

The wooden post had the following written:

Total Skarmory Island Finale!

Find Skarmory first to win the million! You're allowed to use moves to attack and everything.

Guest Gates: Find three guests in Skarmory Area and complete their missions to earn a clue. Violence is restricted in those places.

Intern's Intimidation: Interns will hunt you alive. If they knock you out cold, you will be teleported back to the summit for a revival. In return, that intern will receive a 5,000 P bonus.

A fair word of warning, the interns are well-geared.

Break Bypasses: There are safe zones where violence isn't allowed. Enter one of these zones and it will be your new revival point. Use them to your advantage.

Give it your all! From Skarmory.

Drifblim didn't hesitate to attack after finishing the second line, grabbing Farfetch'd. Unfortunately for her, Farfetch'd reacted fast. He freed himself by using Night Slash, targeting her front arms.

"Ah!" Drifblim screamed in pain, retreating backward while clutching her wounded arms.

"Mr. Stalk sees it coming from a mile away. Your dirty tricks won't work against us." Farfetch'd took an offensive stance.

Drifblim clicked her tongue before turning invisible, quickly reading the post and fled.

Farfetch'd chuckled, seemingly amused by her pitiful attempt. He built up speed and jumped, throwing Mr. Stalk down and snowboarded to Skarmory area coolly.

Confessional

Drifblim: "It seems I can't try anything funny around him. Well, there's gotta be something else I can do." She looked deep in thought.

"Speaking of the challenge, it 's certainly an interesting choice by Skarmory. A clear and simple objective but very complicated routes and obstacles. The interns won't be a problem if I can manipulate them."

Farfetch'd made grunting sounds as he spun and twirled midair on his stalk snowboard. He skipped all over dangerous rocks and landed like a professional, maintaining great balance.

"Ms. Stick, watch your brother carefully and learn from him. Someday, you can perform those tricks too." Farfetch'd inspired, seemingly a bit too relaxed.

Subsequently, Farfetch'd overlooked a cardboard rock he skipped over.

Snorlax sprang out of his sneaky trap and started using Rollout, snowballing toward Farfetch'd. The duck turned his head back and widened his eyes.

"Ms. Stick, one scoop of Snorlax ice cream, urgently!" Farfetch'd alerted, charging Revenge and bashed the giant snowball backward. Snorlax made a yelping sound.

"Mr. Stalk, time to finish the order." Farfetch'd dismounted Mr. Stalk and picked him up, whipping an Air Slash cream to supplement the dessert. Snorlax's Rollout halted to a stop, with the intern slowly rolling down the mountain harmlessly.

"Where is my ice cream, Chef Stalk?" Snorlax asked dizzily, drooling.

Farfetch'd looked satisfied with the result until…

Drifblim collided against his back with Fly, sending him smashing into a rock.

"Argh! You!" Farfetch'd held his back in pain and pointed Mr. Stalk at Drifblim sourly.

"Enjoy your stalk sundae, Snorlax." Drifblim waved, quickly vanishing.

Farfetch'd got up with the support of his guardians until Snorlax stomped him.

"Sorry, Mr. Stalk. I'm a fan but I need the allowance to buy more desserts. Maybe, Ill teach you my language for free as an apology. Sundae, sweet, sugar, fudge, crush!" Snorlax readied Heavy Slam.

Suddenly, Snorlax moved around unsteadily. He toppled beside Farfetch'd and yawned.

"Must resist the urge… to sleep." Snorlax snored, falling asleep.

Farfetch'd sighed in relief, catching a lucky break. Although, he looked troubled by something.

"What did you say, Mr. Stalk? You notice something's off?" Farfetch'd consulted with his trusty partner before crouching down and inspected Snorlax's face.

He used Mr. Stalk to poke Snorlax's upper lip up, investigating his poor oral hygiene.

Farfetch'd looked baffled when he found coffee stain on his teeth.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "Mr. Stalk, coffee is supposed to keep you awake, right? It has caffeine. This doesn't make any sense…"

Drifblim descended down the entire mountain hastily, gaining a respectable lead over Farfetch'd.

Snow started to clear out as she got closer to Skarmory Area. Heaters were installed all over, melting down all the snow from pine trees.

Drifblim anticipated the aesthetics of Skarmory Area. In just a few moments, the long awaited and hyped final area would be revealed.

Squeezing herself through the last couple of trees, Drifblim finally met a shocking spectacle.

Unfamiliar interns fell asleep all over the place. It was a chaotic mess.

Sleeping bodies cluttered the grand double door entrance to the four-story dormitory…

To the right, the mini cinema got flocked by fallen heavy sleepers. The early-access, featured movie, 'The Hero of Darkness' cried, believing that its boringness was the cause.

To the left, the sports facility was filled with slackers. They had fallen to exhaustion and laziness. The Lucario poster from the cinema didn't punish them for some reason.

"This explains why only Snorlax guarded the way down." Drifblim mused. Was all of this intentional by Skarmory or what?

Drifblim floated to the dormitory first, turning invisible and peeking through the window. The first room was a gigantic mess hall. Tables and chairs varied in all sizes. The kitchen counter to the right opened a huge selection with the finest of foods. Multiple doors connected to the same room on the left side. The room stored props and equipment for challenges. The far end led to elevator and stairs.

Drifblim observed the ongoing commotion secretively.

Apparently, everyone fell asleep except for the following: Ursaring, Abomasnow, Shiinotic, Smeargle, Lurantis, Drilbur, Palossand, Druddigon, Wimpod, Dusclops, Haunter, Gengar and Alakazam (control room).

Shiinotic folded her arms, leaning against the left wall.

"Abomasnow, anything to defend yourself?" She asked accusingly.

"Miss Shiinotic, it isn't me. I would never drug anyone with my coffee." Abomasnow raised his hands defensively.

Ursaring stood next to Abomasnow, making defending gestures.

"Why the sore face, Shiinotic? This is actually good. Less interns means more chances for us to cash in the finalists." Ursaring reasoned. "Don't tell me you hate money." He chuckled, amused by the impossibility.

"Debatable. Less interns also means the finalists have a higher chance of surviving." Shiinotic argued.

Drifblim infiltrated through the left wall to explore inside the storage as the arguments didn't progress or make any interesting developments for a while.

Abomasnow defended himself from the onslaught of accusations. He was the prime suspect.

Ursaring laughed, wondering why they were arguing pointlessly instead of going after the finalists.

Shiinotic (dressed in her casino uniform, reminder: roulette dress and black hat with ace of spades) did most of the accusing, presenting logic for most of her points.

Druddigon (jetpack equipped) tried to follow the conversation, scratching his head.

Lurantis (wearing a floral headband with Heat Rock attached) played with her camera, ignoring reality.

Palossand (wearing an Assault Vest) hugged the sleeping interns, trying to wake them up to no avail.

Wimpod stayed close to the stairs, prepared to flee any second.

Gengar poked Dusclops' face for fun, refusing to listen or contribute to the discussion. The janitor chased the prankster around.

Haunter noticed Drifblim a while ago. He was trying to find the right opportunity to sneak off to catch her without the other interns knowing.

Smeargle brought Drilbur's name up, very much to the mole's dismay.

"I was in my room the entire time. I don't go out early in the morning." Drilbur said very naturally.

"Yes, but you're the mole. This is your type of thing." Smeargle based her entire accusation on stereotypes.

"Seems legit." Druddigon nodded, going along with it. Drilbur facepalmed.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard. Seemingly, it came from the storage.

"Quick! Check inside!" Ursaring shouted, pointing to the storage.

Before they got the chance, Farfetch'd barged through the door and blasted Air Slash consecutively at everyone.

"Mr. Stalk chooses to challenge all of you. Come at us!" Farfetch'd shouted daringly, running up to Ursaring first. The war minister struck him with Mr. Stalk using Revenge then he targeted Abomasnow with the same move. This dealt massive damage to both of them.

"Damn duck!" Ursaring heated up in anger. He charged ragingly with Take Down. Farfetch'd lifted up a sleeping Turtonator intern body and positioned her back as a shield. Ursaring widened his eyes, stopping just inches away from the spikes.

Shiinotic took this opportunity to blast Moonblast at them all with no discrimination. Ursaring jumped back while Farfetch'd held Turtonator as a shield.

Ursaring glared at Shiinotic, who returned an ingenuine sorry face.

Farfetch'd swung Turtonator's body around threateningly, signaling the interns to back off.

"Oh, great. The Minister for Holding Hostages is here. The hero we all need. Yay." Drilbur shook his fists and smiled in 'joy'.

"Ms. Stick, watch. This is one of the most important techniques in battle. Crowd control!" Farfetch'd lectured. He threw Turtonator at Druddigon, blasted Air Slash at Shiinotic, kicked the chair at Lurantis, flipped the table at Ursaring and rushed to Palossand for a powerful Night Slash. He did all of these things in rapid succession.

Abomasnow blasted Ice Beam at the flying type. However, Farfetch'd spun around skillfully behind Palossand, turning him into another hostage.

The sandcastle was frozen solid. Farfetch'd broke him free with a doubling Night Slash.

"Ouch! Meanie, I just want to give everyone a hug. A big, big hug!" Palossand exclaimed, retreating back slowly in fear. Farfetch'd didn't hesitate to finish him off with Air Slash. Even with the Assault Vest, Palossand was in a critical enough condition to faint.

The interns were stunned by Farfetch'd's performance. They all looked at each other anxiously.

Out of everyone, Drilbur looked the lividest, clenching his fists and eyeing Farfetch'd with resentment.

Drifblim blasted Haunter out of the storage with Shadow Ball and fled to the second floor. Most of the interns changed their target and chased after her immediately. The superfan looked terrified.

"Hey, take it easy, everyone. Distribute interns for each finalist evenly. Why are you all going after me?" Drifblim questioned.

"It's even. Just count. Me, Aboma, Shiinotic, Lurantis, Smeargle, Haunter, Gengar and Druddigon are chasing you." Ursaring indicated. "Drilbur and Dusclops are with Farfetch'd. Eight and two are both even numbers."

"Smartass." Drifblim muttered, zigzagging to avoid the interns' projectiles.

As the eight interns chased Drifblim, Farfetch'd grinned cockily at the two interns.

"We outnumber you now." Farfetch'd stated, glancing at both Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick.

"Why didn't I just follow the others?" Dusclops regretted.

"Just use your ghost abilities to escape. Common sense." Drilbur pointed out before digging underground.

"Oh yeah." Dusclops realized, leaving the room before Farfetch'd could completely crush both of them.

"Enemy troops exterminated. How is the experience, Ms. Stick?" Farfetch'd asked, shaking her a bit. "Awesome, huh? Anyways, let's find the guests."

Confessional

Drilbur: "I have something big planned for you, Farfetch'd. Time for my revenge."

Druddigon: "With this hot, snazzy jetpack, I think I can get fast and easy kills." He showed off a jetpack with a flame design. "Farfetch'd, *beep* watch out. I'm going all out on you next time."

Drifblim: "I can't fight those interns head on. I need to use my wits to overcome this challenge."

Farfetch'd: "Drifblim, by taking Mr. Stalk away and returning him back, you're only making us even stronger than before. Worse for you, we're now unstoppable with Ms. Stick added to our team. You made a fatal mistake."

The first floor was visible from the second. The middle area got covered by glass panels. A cleanse tag was attached to it in case anyone's wondering why none of the ghosts tried to float through the ceiling to travel between floors. This would put an unfair advantage on Drifblim's side of things.

The interns' rooms lined up left and right. Altogether, there were ten rooms. Each could fit in six interns. Name tags were stuck on each door.

There was also an infirmary room with a Break Bypass sign in front. Drifblim headed toward the safe zone. She looked back swiftly to see how the interns were catching up.

Druddigon got a jetpack but he surprisingly didn't use it, only smirking. He trailed behind Ursaring and Abomasnow.

Shiinotic was not far behind the three. Although, she looked very dissatisfied. She glared at their backs with agitated lips.

Drifblim was about to reach the infirmary, however…

Druddigon rocketed past Ursaring and Abomasnow, trying to take Drifblim by surprise. However, the superfan already saw this coming. She took a sharp turn to the elevator immediately once Druddigon boosted toward her.

Luckily, the elevator was already on the second floor, allowing Drifblim to enter instantly.

The dragon overshot the elevator by a fair amount. He turned back quickly.

Drifblim spammed the close button. "Come on, come on!"

Ursaring and Abomasnow blocked the infirmary.

"Come and face the ace!" Ursaring gestured.

"Catchy line, ace. I'm psyched to fight alongside you." Abomasnow kept his eyes on Druddigon and Drifblim.

"Yeah, it's awesome. One letter makes a lot of difference." Ursaring nodded complacently.

The doors were about to snap close…

"Gotcha!" Druddigon forced them opened at the last second.

Drifblim was nowhere to be found in the elevator. Deceptively, she turned invisible and sneaked out to the stairs leading to the third floor.

"Dang it!" Druddigon shouted in frustration.

Confessional

Drifblim: "That was dangerously close. Phew."

Druddigon: "How did she escape right under my nose? Rah!"

Ursaring: "Hah, Druddigon won't be able to catch a slippery contestant like Drifblim. He should just give up now and let the ace take the prize."

Abomasnow: "What happened clearly shows how disorganized we can be. The interns at the back couldn't shoot any projectiles properly because we were blocking them. Perhaps, we should be removed or… the other way around."

Shiinotic: "I have a feeling that Abomasnow and Ursaring got an alliance going. It will be a matter of time before they take down the other interns like the manipulative jerks they are. Aromatisse should have trusted me. Ugh."

Farfetch'd found nothing significant in the first floor. Therefore, he decided to call Mr. Elevator down from the second floor with Mr. Stalk's help.

Entering inside, Farfetch'd pressed the basement button since he knew that the interns were upstairs. While he certainly didn't mind butting heads with them, it would waste his time.

The elevator slowly descended. Ding! The door opened and Farfetch'd was greeted with hot and cold darkness.

In the distance, a figure wielded dual long swords. One was enchanted with ice magic and the other with fire. Elemental swords were very expensive and rare. Meeting this kind of swordfighter would spell your doom.

Farfetch'd stepped out of the elevator and prepared a defensive stance.

"Who are you?" Farfetch'd asked quite aggressively.

The war minister was replied with the sound of somebody drinking water. The glass was thrown away, shattering in sound suffering.

The obscured opponent dragged both swords on the ground intimidatingly. The fire sword created a trail of fiery revenge while the ice sword left behind bitter spikes of hatred.

Slamming the back of its right fist against something loudly, the lights got turned on creepily. A few flickered before bursting out into sparks. The room was some sort of gloomy, abandoned electrical laboratory with broken test tubes and glass containers. The ceiling got tunneled through. Most significantly, the giant cylinder at the end got completely shattered. The battery would fit perfectly there…

Drilbur revealed himself. His eyes looked very sharp. His body gave off mysterious colored auras: green, blue and red.

"Drilbur?!" Farfetch'd reacted with shock.

"Surprise, Minister for Privacy Perversion, Stalking Supervision and Holding Hostages. It's me, Drilbur. The one you accused irrationally as the mole. You shall pay for subjecting me through your torment!" Drilbur declared determinedly, dashing toward Farfetch'd faster than he could imagine.

Drilbur swung his ice sword first. Farfetch'd parried the blow with Mr. Stalk. Drilbur countered by sliding to Farfetch'd's right and performed a swift fiery slash. Since Farfetch'd equipped Mr. Stalk with his left wing, he was forced to block with Ms. Stick. Unfortunately, she caught on fire and Farfetch'd instantly jumped back, snuffing it out.

Drilbur advanced mercilessly. He took this opportunity to stab Farfetch'd with the ice sword. It dealt major damage as Farfetch'd yelled out in pain. The mole followed up striking Farfetch'd into the air with two consecutive upward slashes.

Drilbur continued the combo, jumping up above Farfetch'd and spun like a drill, piercing him down the underground with both swords.

"Arghack!" Farfetch'd felt agony and dizziness as Drilbur gave him a rough trip through the underground before smacking him out with the hilt of his sword. Farfetch'd staggered away like a tattered mess to the elevator. Choosing the third floor as his destination, he pressed the close button once with faith and trust.

"Mr. Elevator, please help us!" Farfetch'd pleaded, praying.

"Coward, get back here!" Drilbur sprinted toward the elevator.

Mr. Elevator listened to Farfetch'd's prayers and shut the doors immediately.

"Gah!" Drilbur stabbed his swords through the ground, frustrated. The auras disappeared and he panted in exhaustion.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "How did that mole become so strong all of a sudden? We have a feeling he wasn't playing fair."

Drilbur: "I need more power!"

Wimpod skittered inside the elevator after Farfetch'd invaded the dormitory. He crawled up and chose the second floor as his destination.

"I'll be alright… I'll be safe…" Wimpod consoled himself quietly.

Ding! Wimpod hurried inside the infirmary and retrieved some sleeping pills.

"Sorry, Skarmory and e-everyone. I can't do this anymore. I don't t-trust those c-crazy contestants and insensitive interns. The money isn't worth it." Before Wimpod was about to consume the sleeping pills, he noticed that the stats increasing pills from the infirmary were taken.

"Well, not against the rules. N-none of my problem." Wimpod ingested the sleeping pills. He soon submitted to shameful slumber.

Confessional

Wimpod: "I signed up for none of this. I don't want to fight any of them. I'm going to get b-beaten up."

Drifblim reached the third floor. Looking around, there was a broken window. Drifblim didn't pay much attention to it, unaware that Chef Drapion and Raticate broke through it. Right next to it was the control room. There were a few private bedrooms on the third floor for the special likes of Alakazam and Wimpod. Formerly, Chef Drapion and Raticate as well. Drifblim tried to enter these rooms. However, they were all locked and sealed. Looking a bit disappointed, she floated to the end.

At the far-left end was a restaurant called Cherry Blossom Sushi. Seeing the Break Bypass sign, Drifblim hurried over to her first checkpoint. She viewed the interior for a short while in case something useful was hidden there.

There wasn't much to see. It looked similar to Chef Drapion Grill. There were a few differences, however. The bonsai tree was replaced by a life-size artificial cherry blossom tree. The wallpaper had pictures of the said tree.

Lastly, the slogan was 'Give Interns a Break'. Drifblim showed extra interest toward this.

"I wonder who owns this restaurant." Drifblim mumbled before leaving.

Opposite to the restaurant was a door veiled by purple cloth hanging down. Drifblim passed through it to see the room of the strongest guest in existence. The purple beast that consumed chocolate and jam. The caped psycho that owned a secret society with over one million lunatic members…

It was none other than the bringer of churro filled salvation, Junior the Grumpig!

Grumpig was playing with his action figures in what seemed like a child's playroom. Trading cards and building blocks littered the ground. The room got starry sky wallpapers, posters of cartoons, jigsaw mats, colorful chairs and tables, Ponyta toy and etc.

He flew a Grumpig with a cape around with one hand. The other controlled a Duosion figure.

"Woo, chu-chu-chu-ro. I'm Churro Man, the jelly jammer of justice and chocolate sauce. I love you, please be my girlfriend." Grumpig shook his action figure a bit.

"Churro Man, I love you very much but…" Grumpig voiced in a girly way. "I already got a… b-boyfriend."

"What?! B-but…" Grumpig sobbed, looking at the Duosion figure with heartbroken eyes. He gripped them tightly and threw them both away before crying with a lot of snot.

"This is all your fault!" Grumpig picked a Houndour figure up and threw it down on the ground before stomping it furiously. Churro Man slipped and fell, moaning in pain.

Drifblim watched all of this awkwardly, cringing.

"Grumpig, please just tell me the mission." Drifblim requested.

Grumpig wiped tears off his face and jealousy manifested itself all over his features. He handed the Houndour figure to Drifblim with sadistic intent.

"Rip his head off! Mwahaha…" Grumpig rubbed his hands together excitedly and laughed maniacally.

Drifblim raised her right eye before ripping the head off with ease. Grumpig handed her a churro ring and she quickly left, not wanting to waste any more time with this psycho weirdo.

"Duosion will be mine now! Mwahaha…" Grumpig eyed the ceiling and laughed maniacally, twitching his fingers.

Confessional

Drifblim: "I feel really sorry for Duosion. She must've had a migraine when dealing with that psycho chubby guy."

Druddigon searched around cluelessly in the library on the fourth floor. Towering bookcases made it hard to navigate with his jetpack. The fact that he couldn't see invisible ghosts didn't help either. Druddigon could have sworn that someone took the pink shades, but which intern?

Unexpectedly, he saw one of Drifblim's arms leaving itself exposed and vulnerable behind the last bookcase row.

"My pay, come to papa!" Druddigon boosted toward Drifblim recklessly.

He prepared Dragon Claw and slashed what he assumed to be Drifblim. His impetuousness would be punished as in fact, it was an explosive Drifblim dummy he struck.

"*beep*" Druddigon swore as the dummy exploded on his face, destroying the jetpack and bookcases in the vicinity.

Ursaring emerged out behind a bookcase and laughed, Abomasnow following behind.

"Seriously, Druddigon? You fell for my dummy trick?" Ursaring mocked.

"Shut the *beep* up!" Druddigon charged Superpower, trying to take down the ace with brute force alone.

"Excuse me, Mr. Druddigon. Please behave appropriately in the library." Abomasnow said in a scolding tone before freezing the dragon by blasting Ice Beam out from his right arm.

Ursaring stared at the frozen solid cave-dragon victoriously. "Druddigon, you aren't seriously worth the effort. Let's go, Aboma." He walked off smugly. Abomasnow bowed with pointless politeness to Druddigon before leaving.

After the two were gone, Drifblim turned visible and freed Druddigon from his icy prison with Shadow Ball.

"Brr. That's better… Why did you save me though?" Druddigon asked, grateful.

"It's boring to see the same guys winning again and again, don't you think? Why don't we work together to usurp them? I know I'm not helping my case by being a manipulative *beep* but, please trust me on this one. I didn't betray you in the education minister challenge, did I?" Drifblim offered, pleading her case.

"Well, have a plan? Because I sure got none." Druddigon asked, seemingly hesitant.

Drifblim whispered into Druddigon's ears and he grinned.

Confessional

Drifblim: "This challenge is more than meets the eye for sure. For one, this churro ring is a very vague clue. I also notice a few things that I don't think Farfetch'd will be able to figure out. This is a huge gamble that I'm willing to take."

Druddigon: "Drifblim's plan is ingenious. Wish I can borrow her brain for just a moment, heh heh."

Right now, Farfetch'd just arrived at Grumpig's Guest Gate after checking out Cherry Blossom Sushi. He witnessed a totally different scene. A revolting display of insensitive fantasy.

Grumpig lay on the ground, forcing the two action figures to kiss.

"I love you so much…" Grumpig said adoringly. Abruptly, Farfetch'd confiscated the figures.

"Hey, they are mine!" Grumpig tried to take them back hopelessly. Farfetch'd poked his face with Mr. Stalk, stopping him on his tracks.

"Mr. Stalk said that you're stealing someone else's girlfriend. Do you know what I do to thieves?" Farfetch'd asked threateningly. Grumpig gulped.

"I give them, grief." Farfetch'd revealed with a freaky, terrifying face. Grumpig lowered his face, retreating as Farfetch'd approached aggressively. Eventually, Churro Man was cornered to the wall.

"Don't hurt me, please! Take this Psycho Churro ring and go!" Grumpig handed the churro ring with his trembling right arm. Farfetch'd snatched them and left, taking the figures with him as well. Grumpig cried, rolling on the ground and banging his fists. He kicked his feet like a crybaby as well.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "Our threat worked. That psycho freak couldn't remember that violence isn't allowed in Guest Gates."

Grumpig: "That jerk! Where's the justice in this world?! Those are my figures. I bought them fair and square. I have the rights to do whatever I want with them. To all Secret Churro Society members out there, we need to unite against that freak." He raised his right arm, rallying.

Druddigon followed Drifblim around as she searched through the library. Most likely, he wasn't allowed to help her.

During the beginning of their cooperation, Drifblim was very wary of his movements. She always checked to see if he would betray her. However, as time passed by, he soon gained her trust.

There was one instance where Druddigon hummed a little, fiddling with his claws behind his back. Drifblim turned to see him looking around aimlessly. She looked a bit concerned, observing him more often.

Druddigon didn't do anything suspicious after that and Drifblim dropped her guard a bit.

Eventually, Drifblim found a sneaky room hidden behind a bookcase and signaled Druddigon to stay put.

Rebelliously, he struck her down with dual Dragon claw instead.

"Argh! Why did you betray me? Have you lost the drive to take down Ursaring and Abomasnow? This will only benefit you in the short run." Drifblim scowled. "I guess I see you in the wrong light…"

Druddigon averted his eyes and quickly finished her off with another Dragon Claw, too ashamed to say anything. Drifblim's fainted body was teleported away.

"Finally, you did it. I thought that you were too scared." Ursaring appeared out behind a bookcase once again, clapping twice. Abomasnow stepped out shortly after.

"Scared?! Who's *beep* scared?! Definitely not me!" Druddigon took offense.

"Well, you could have done it a lot sooner. Actually, I'm curious about this 'masterplan'. A shame none of us gets to see it in action because of you. Anyways, you have lost any chance of beating us. Hope the 5,000 P is worth it, Duddigon." Ursaring intentional pronounced his species wrong.

Druddigon reddened. "Who the *beep* hell says I need Drifblim?! I can take you both out right now!"

"A bold claim, Mr. Druddigon. I suppose you forgot what happened last time." Abomasnow reminded.

"I only lost because you *beep* ganged up on me! Where's your pride, Ursaring? Fight me one on one." Druddigon challenged.

"Fine, let the viewers know for real who's the physically strongest intern around here." Ursaring accepted, crackling his knuckles.

"That will be me!" Druddigon charged at Ursaring with Superpower blindly like last time. Ursaring sidestepped and swept Druddigon off balance before slamming against his back with Hammer Arm.

The dragon groaned in pain, rolling away before kicking himself back to his feet. Druddigon charged at Ursaring again with Superpower, determined to hit him this time.

Ursaring lifted up a bookcase and swung it at his face. Druddigon grabbed hold of it and pushed it back toward Ursaring. The ace countered by ducking and smashed his stomach with Hammer Arm, knocking him down once more.

Ursaring stomped on Druddigon rapidly. The dragon took constant damage until he managed to push the bear's foot off.

Druddigon pushed himself back up and roared before charging one last time with Superpower. Ursaring yawned, jumping up to perform a mid-air kick to his face. Druddigon took the full hit and collapsed. He clung onto Ursaring's feet pitifully, trying to get up unsuccessfully.

In the end, Druddigon gave up after seeing the sympathetic looks on their faces. The dragon let go of Ursaring's feet and clenched his fists tightly.

"Fighting you is like watching the same old movie, no fun at all. Learn new moves next time." Ursaring advised, looking unharmed for the most part. He took Rough Skin damage there and then.

"Why can't I beat you?!" Druddigon yelled, questioning himself. He felt completely humiliated and degraded. It couldn't be true that he wasn't strong.

"Mr. Druddigon, no one denies your physical strength. You're strong but, not a strong fighter." Abomasnow answered.

"That doesn't make any *beep* sense." Druddigon seemed confused. "How can I be strong but not strong in something that uses strength?"

"Fighting isn't all about power. Judging from the look of your face, you will never get it. Let's go, Aboma. The viewers will accuse me of bullying if I beat him up too hard.' Ursaring gestured for them to leave.

Druddigon lay motionlessly on the ground once again, broken. Losing to Ursaring wasn't enough to completely crush his pride. He contemplated about Abomasnow's words and remembered how he lost to Raticate.

Confessional

Druddigon: "I wonder if things will turn out differently if Drifblim was there. I'm such an idiot."

The unconscious Drifblim was laid on the sushi conveyor belt, revolving in an oval. How would she be revived? Well…

There's this guy with a sadistic countenance…

He earned his sustenance through making others 'healthy'…

The masseur that asserted his dominance upon his victims. Oops, I meant to say patients.

"Don't worry, you poor, unhealthy ghost. I will make you young and lively again with my revival massage. Heh, heh." Cofagrigus started the unwatchable torture upon Drifblim's body, moving along the conveyor belt.

Drifblim woke up and screeched in pain instantly. The masseur continued the body obliterating operation, making sure she would be permanently disabled-er, healthy. Yes, healthy.

The four arms each had a nickname:

Body Breaker

Healthy Hell

Monster Massage

Organs Obliterator

Drifblim was unfortunate enough to feel it all. After a session of agony, she was freed. The ghost girl limped away, traumatized. Cofagrigus chortled, thinking that she was overreacting.

Confessional

Drifblim: "I just had a newfound respect for Duosion. How did she manage to survive that? Ow." Drifblim held her back, wincing. "I don't want to get knocked out again, period."

Farfetch'd reached the library after Druddigon left a short moment ago. What took him so long? Basically, Farfetch'd was healing for a while after his confrontation with Drilbur. It was too boring so it got edited out.

"Mr. Stalk, Ms. Stick, detect anything? Aha, I see." Farfetch'd didn't take long to locate the hidden door. However, a certain intern was blocking the way. The harsh sunlight shone above her through the broken ceiling that seemingly got destroyed by Solar Blade.

"I know you worship the moon. No need for me to talk anymore. You'll be punished in the name of the sun!" Lurantis absorbed sunlight and created two long solar blades.

"I neither worship the moon or the sun. I believe in Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick, for they give me the power to overcome obstacles honorably in life!" Farfetch'd dignified his dual swordsmanship of culinary, sharpening Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick.

Farfetch'd released a wave of endless Air Slashes at Lurantis. The solar freak blocked every single hit with her blades before destroying more of the ceiling for increasing sunlight exposure. These interns were willing to destroy their own dormitory for money seemingly.

"Take this!" Lurantis swung both blades at Farfetch'd with exceptionally great range. The war minister was forced to retreat and blast more blades of air at her, which didn't seem to work. Farfetch'd seemed a bit troubled. He decided to take cover behind a bookcase.

"Books will be burned and papers will be lit on fire!" Lurantis proclaimed like a pyromaniac, slicing the bookcase in half.

Farfetch'd rolled away just in time and focused on dodging and running. Seeing a pile of books on the ground ahead of him, he got an idea.

"Forgive me, family of books. I need to sacrifice your children to protect this library!" Farfetch'd picked up books and batted them at Lurantis. She cut most of them in a fiery, inconsiderate manner.

Yes, most of them.

Farfetch'd batted a book about a legendary Pokemon named Solgaleo and Lurantis immediately halted. Farfetch'd utilized this opening to strike back. He would finish her in one feast of attacks.

Farfetch'd ran up to her and struck her chest with Mr. Stick's Night Slash then continued with Mr. Stalk's Slash. Afterwards, he slid through her legs and used Slash twice swiftly against her back. To end the combo off, Farfetch'd blasted multiple Air Slashes at close range. Lurantis finally fainted.

Farfetch'd smiled but it soon turned into a frown once he glanced around at the severely damaged library.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "We won the war but it comes with a great loss. Everyone, please have a moment of silence for those unfortunate enough to lay their lives on the battlefield." He had a very solemn expression, lowering his head and dual weapons.

Lurantis: "I hate that freak! He plays so dirtily."

As Drifblim approached the exit of Cherry Blossom Sushi, she found Shiinotic sitting in her table. On it were two champagne coupes and one bottle of champagne made in the city of Champagnex, Piripilon (mainland).

"Come here." Shiinotic beckoned. "I need to talk to you about something. Not a big deal, right? We're inside a Break Bypass after all."

"Interesting." Drifblim floated excitedly to the table, sitting opposite to Shiinotic.

"Champagne?" Shiinotic offered. She held the cork and rotated the bottle at an angle like a true wine expert. This prevented the cork from flying out.

"No, thanks. I got a challenge to complete. I'll appreciate it if you hurry." Drifblim rejected, sounding impatient. Looking at the label, it was called Panchampagne. This oddly reminded Drifblim of someone.

"Your loss." Shiinotic poured champagne while tilting her glass at an angle, letting it slide gently on the side to preserve bubbles.

Shiinotic took a sip and her expression showed sourness.

"Three percent too sour, horrible! No wonder why it's called Panchampagne. Stands for panned by champagne critics." Shiinotic looked dissatisfied, pointing her long finger criticizingly at the label. Drifblim chuckled at how picky she was. Just three percent, seriously?

Placing the glass down a bit roughly, Shiinotic focused her eyes on Drifblim. "I won't waste your time any further. Let's get right to business. Wonder why barely any interns chase you now?"

"I assume they're chasing Farfetch'd." Drifblim guessed. "Judging from your face, I'm wrong."

"Very wrong, it's because of Ursaring and Abomasnow. None of the interns want to mess with them. Since you got eliminated, I'm sure you know by now that they form an alliance." Shiinotic informed.

"Of course, I see where this is going. You want to work with me." Driblim acknowledged with an engaging smile.

"Bingo, I need your help to take them down. You see, I have a very strong suspicion that both of them or one of them drugged most of the interns to sleep. Although, I don't get why they didn't just eliminate everyone. My coffee didn't contain the sleeping drug. This doesn't make any logical sense." Shiinotic stated in confusion. "You know why?"

"I think I do. You don't understand their motives because you're a logician like Bisharp and Skrelp. Rational thinkers with compromised abilities to understand the psychological or social side of things." Drifblim paused to arrange her words with reflective eyes.

"The culprit must be similar to me, I have made irrational moves like giving Farfetch'd Mr. Stalk back. I did it because I want a challenge to prove my worthiness, even though it's probably extremely stupid because I'm risking an easy victory. However, I won't have it any other way!" Drifblim articulated from experience, passion brimming in her voice at the end.

"This confirms it. I 've made a right decision to work with you." Shiinotic nodded.

"Obviously. Here's my plan. We turn them against each other by framing one of them. I would like to do it now but I think I found a Guest Gate." Drifblim suspended their coalition.

"I understand. Go, we'll meet downstairs in the mess hall." Shiinotic didn't object. She stared at her champagne coupe as Drifblim hurried outside.

"You keep impressing me, Drifblim." Shiinotic said to herself before getting off her seat, brushing her dress.

"She doesn't impress me. She needs more pain tolerance." Cofagrigus commented. Shiinotic chuckled as she left.

Confessional

Shiinotic: "An 'irrational' thinker with governing principles that is also intelligent, huh? Ursaring and Abomasnow seem to fit the criteria."

Ursaring and Abomasnow were in the male restrooms, washing their faces.

Abomasnow turned on the water conservatively, washing his hands gently. After he finished, he was considerate enough to not shake off water all over the place, unlike Ursaring.

Abomasnow gave off this weird 'Gentleman is Evil' vibe. The way he spoke so politely and innocently all the time made it seem like he was secretly hiding something all along. Renowned as the coffee prince, he brewed coffee for everyone in the morning without asking for anything in return. He just seemed too nice, no doubt intelligent too.

On the other hand, we got our ace of interns. He held his chin and grinned, showing his flashy teeth to the mirror before nodding.

Undoubtedly, he was manipulative and sneaky. The face of interns was full of himself at times, especially after beating Lucario. It didn't help that his words and actions contradicted. He told the others that eliminating other interns was a good thing but spared Druddigon. Another prime suspect.

"Aboma, answer honestly, are you the mole who drugged everyone to sleep?" Ursaring asked with scrutinizing eyes.

"No, ace." Abomasnow gave a short reply expressionlessly.

"If you lie, how about you get publicly flogged as a punishment?" Ursaring tried to get a reaction out of him.

"Well, I didn't lie, mister. Did I do something wrong for you to interrogate me?" Abomasnow wasn't fazed at all. "Are you the mole again?" Distrust grew in his eyes.

"No way, man. I'm the face of interns. It won't reflect well to boss' staff reputation if I'm the manipulative *beep* that ruined the fun for everyone just to get rich. I should get flogged hard in the ass if I'm lying to you and the viewers right now." Ursaring said boldly.

"I trust you, ace." Abomasnow sounded half-genuine. Ursaring flashed his shining teeth.

"Thank you for having faith in me, prince. I plan to spring a trap on those finalists at the library. Can you block the other interns from stealing my bonus? Like Druddigon already got one. I promise to give you the next, man." Ursaring requested.

"No problem, ace." Abomasnow accepted without any reluctance. Ursaring seemed touched.

The two walked out of the restroom together. Ursaring placed a hand on Abomasnow's shoulder.

"I will feel more comfortable if you don't touch me, mister." Abomasnow removed it. Ursaring looked hurt.

Abomasnow slowed down, allowing Ursaring to pass him.

Ursaring turned back, frowning. "I will feel more comfortable if you aren't behind my back. How about we sidestep?" He now smiled mischievously.

"Great suggestion, ace. However, I prefer if we also hold each other's hands if you don't mind." Abomasnow added, reciprocating the smile.

"Fine by me." Ursaring shrugged. The two held hands and sidestepped as if they were dancing together. This looked really funny from an angle. Both of them seemed embarrassed but they weren't so vocal about it. Instead of distrust, it seemed like they were doing it for fun. Unfortunately, they didn't do it for long.

Confessional

Ursaring: He combed his fur. "After Aromatisse told me I'm handsome, I start to think about how I should portray myself in front of the camera. I'm no longer just a normal intern. I'm now the ace, the unofficial leader of interns. I'm also the face, the public image of Skarmory's staff. Maybe, I should start wearing a suit." He pondered, tapping his chin.

Farfetch'd entered the second Guest Gate. He found himself inside an office with rows of computers, documents, files, folders, stationary and etc. It wasn't exactly the best organized place in the world, drinks and food were all over the tables. However, it accommodated small and big Pokemon working environments so that's a plus.

The guest stood next to the whiteboard in front of the room. This individual was the smartest Pokemon in existence. He knew every single word in the dictionary and could spell and pronounce them out perfectly. A true 'Chapmion' with endless craving for unhealthy snacks. Braam, meet Brawk Hawk!

"Braam, your brain's bamboozled when you meet Brawk Hawk, the professional wrestler from Birdsville." Braviary introduced. "Want my autograph?" He offered a cheese fries wrapper with a poorly written signature.

Farfetch'd eyed it with revulsion. "No thanks, proceed with the challenge." He pushed the wrapper away.

"Feel free to change your mind anytime. Anyways, this is your awesome challenge. Complete a multiple-choice spelling test!" Braviary pulled out the test from the printer.

"We don't think you can mark our test. You couldn't even spell champion right. Is this some sort of trick?" Farfetch'd seemed skeptical.

"What do you mean? This is the right spelling." Braviary raised his left eye, placing his wings under the belt. "Even though I might not look like it, Brawk Hawk works part-time as an Unown Language teacher as well." He seemed serious.

Farfetch'd sighed. "Alright, let's see." He took the test and gave it back immediately seconds after.

"Every single choice is the same." Farfetch'd pointed out. Unknown to the wrestler, the computer auto-corrected his mistakes.

"What?! Typos, seriously? B-but, I never make any typos before. I mean look at this certificate." Braviary showed proudly. Seemingly, he made it by himself.

Musterr of Sleling: Brawk Hawk

Scor 10/10

This cerhificate shos that Bawk Hawk is a quilified Unknown Langauge Teachar

Farfetch'd poked his own head with Ms. Stick, having a headache.

"Um, sorry about this. See? I'm the real deal. Well, I guess I need to give you this." Braviary scratched his head sheepishly with one wing, the other reached out a different paper to Farfetch'd.

Farfetch'd accepted it. Apparently, it had the following written in four lines at the top:

Give

Brawk Hawk

Insurance

Farfetch'd nodded, trying to figure it out as he walked to the door. Suddenly, Braviary farted and Farfetch'd scrambled out of the door.

"Oops, too many Max Nuts and TNT Drumsticks." Braviary laughed nervously, fanning the gas away.

Outside, Ursaring sprang a sneaky trap, surprising Farfetch'd. He smashed the finalist's head with a bookcase. The ace jumped up on top of it to flatten the poor guy, finishing him off with Earthquake. Farfetch'd's crushed body was warped away.

"Looks like the ace shakes the case! Haha…" Ursaring laughed victoriously.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "That stinking Braviary should eat less gassy food and chew the dictionary on his free time instead. A five-star chef's recommendation."

Drifblim watched Farfetch'd's defeat from afar, smiling in satisfaction. After making sure Ursaring had left, she entered the second Guest Gate.

Upon entering, Braviary just handed her the clue and gestured for her to go away. He looked really crestfallen.

"My life's over now. I made fricking typos! My career is ruined. Time for me to go back to my old, smelly apartment, eating cheesy fries without any cheese every night." Braviary wailed, letting out a toot. Drifblim quickly left, not complaining about a freebie.

Confessional

Drifblim: "Skarmory, are all Guest Gates the same? Cringeworthy guests and throwaway challenges? I get why you did things this way but still, I want a real challenge and a competent guest for the last one."

Cofagrigus grinned as another 'patient' got delivered on his plate. Performing the massage of death on Farfetch'd's fragile body, the war minister screamed and kicked his face, trying to escape.

"Feisty, aren't you?" Cofagrigus rubbed his face indifferently before revving up the torture. It was unwatchable, but beneficial to Farfetch'd's health.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: He used Mr. Stalk as a cane to support his shaky movements. "This is true g-grief. I see it and b-believe it now."

Cofagrigus: "The finalists are both crybabies. I can't believe they made it this far. I expect that Lucario and Duosion in their places."

Drifblim found Shiinotic searching under the table and chairs of the mess hall, dusting her hands off.

"Shiinotic, I'm here. What are you doing?" Drifblim questioned.

"Finding Ursaring's fur." Shiinotic answered vaguely. Knowing Drifblim's smarts, she didn't need to explain in detail.

"I will help." Drifblim looked around. She wouldn't bother with the tables and chairs. Shiinotic already got them checked. Instead, she headed to an air conditioner, examining it a bit.

Widening her eyes, she called Shiinotic over. "Look at this."

Apparently, a green spore-like substance contaminated the air conditioner. It was fake, meaning safe to inhale. Someone must have left it there to frame Shiinotic. Furthermore…

Ursaring's fur was left inside as well. There were many possibilities to consider. Who was framing and who was being framed?

"Is this your doing?" Drifblim addressed Shiinotic.

"No." Shiinotic denied. "I want to frame Ursaring but I don't want to put myself at risk as well."

"Could it possibly be Abomasnow? Maybe, he is trying to turn both of you against each other. This diverts the attention from the coffee to the air conditioner after all." Drifblim speculated.

"Possible. This is very sloppy though. For one, anyone that's intelligent enough knows Spore doesn't affect grass types. It is also hard to control who goes to sleep and whatnot. This doesn't seem believable in the slightest. I don't think Ursaring or Abomasnow could make this kind of rookie mistake." Shiinotic assessed.

"Maybe it's meant to look like a rookie mistake to also frame someone like Druddigon." Drifblim suggested.

"Possible." Shortly after, Shiinotic shook her head slightly. "Although, I'm more inclined to think that Druddigon did this. He clearly fits the bill."

Drifblim had a thoughtful pose. "What if… Ursaring and Abomasnow did this together? It is a matter of having access to the right resources really. Who else can put the sleeping pills inside the coffee but Abomasnow? Who else has Ursaring's fur except for Ursaring? I don't see any fallen fur around here." She sounded convincing.

"You made a good point. Only a few would enter the kitchen anyways." Shiinotic said before freezing instantly, ears on full alert.

Ding! The elevator landed on the first floor. Low pitch voices were heard.

"Hide." Drifblim hissed, pulling Shiinotic toward the storage.

Confessional

Shiinotic: "That was close. It's not my time to go all-in on those boys yet. I need to play my cards right…"

Drifblim: "Looks like someone has already done all the framing for us. Perfect." She smirked.

Gengar and Haunter fled to the library, far away from Abomasnow. Dusclops dragged his frozen feet behind them, rubbing his shivering shoulders and exhaling cold air. He seemed furious.

"Jerks, you ditched me! I thought we are supposed to *beep* fight him together!" Dusclops shouted, face heated.

"Mr. Smelly Toilets, it's not my fault that Mr. Snowman mopped the floor with you. Strategical retreat, get it? Geez, stop giving me the cold shoulder." Gengar mocked.

"Honestly, that pun is lame. Bleh." Haunter stuck his tongue out. Gengar didn't seem to care.

"When will you *beep* give me respect?! I'm tired of being the butt of your jokes, Gengar!" Dusclops scowled, shaking his fists. Gengar didn't seem to take his words seriously, fiddling with his fingers.

Dusclops groaned. "You won't even *beep* listen!"

Abruptly, Braviary stormed out of his Guest Gate, flapping his wings urgently to the library's male restrooms.

"Brawk Hawk can't hold it in anymore. He needs to do his business. Immediately!" Braviary said in third person.

"Great." Dusclops muttered. "My duty to clean his mess." He pinched his nose and walked grudgingly to the restroom. Gengar had a sadistic grin at this.

"Oh god, no. Not another one of his sick, graphic jokes." Haunter dreaded, watching passively.

Gengar sneaked behind Dusclops and pushed him inside the restroom before pulling out a cleanse tag and stick it to the door, ripping the cover sheet off to activate the restricting spell. In addition, Gengar blocked the door with a heavy bookcase, wiping off sweat after the job was done.

"No! Anything but this!" Dusclops screamed, suffocating slowly as loud fart sounds could be heard from inside.

"Enjoy being the butt of Brawk Hawk's jokes, Dusclops. Smell ya later!" Gengar giggled, fanning. Green gas leaked through the door and he quickly scrammed.

Confessional

Gengar: "Hey, don't look at me like that. The guy's got what's coming for him. It's supposed to be funny. I'm sure he will live."

Dusclops: He fumed. "Gengar, you won't get away with this!"

Farfetch'd made a full recovery after the torturous massage of revival session. He ran toward the broken window and jumped through it coolly, landing in a dark, poorly lit corner of the dormitory. There were ashcans and trash bags all over the place.

Close to it was the parking lot. Druddigon's red truck and the green Flygon truck could be seen.

Farfetch'd rushed out, aiming for the nearby cinema complex.

"Mr. Stalk senses something inside. We shall check it." Farfetch'd addressed Ms. Stick.

Intruding without buying a ticket for Ms. Stick, Farfetch'd committed a great sin. He would be punished by the director.

To clarify, Farfetch'd only got two VIP tickets for the Hero of Darkness movie, which he received from winning the couple challenge. Smeargle wouldn't let him watch without paying the price of 5,000 P. What a rip-off. No wondered why the seats were all empty except one.

Smeargle sat on the front row seat with a bag of popcorn. She was engrossed by the final battle scene between Lucario and Raticate. Her joyous look hid something darker. The pain and suffering over the last seven days.

"We'll take you down and clear our path to victory. Fight us!" Farfetch'd challenged loudly with confidence. This was very impolite in cinemas.

Smeargle clenched her bag of popcorn, sending some flying out. She got up from her seat and turned to Farfetch'd with annoyance.

"How rude of you! Do you know how frustrating it is to miss a scene because of a bathroom break or an inconsiderate Scrappy (trope) such as yourself? Missing one tiny, little detail can be detrimental to the entire experience. You might miss a cool action scene or a clever foreshadowing. There's no refund for your loss either. Watching a movie in the cinema isn't like watching one at home or reading a book. You can't pause and do whatever the hell you want. It demands respect!" Smeargle ranted, venting off some steam.

Farfetch'd looked a bit guilty but remained firm on his grounds. "We apologize. However, don't you have a responsibility, an important task or work to do?" He reminded.

"Why you want to fight? Finding Skarmory is your goal." Smeargle seemed baffled. "I suppose you think beating up all interns will give you some sort of special reward, huh? Sorry to break it to you but that's not the case. Stop pursuing pointless MacGuffins like this. I bet Drifblim has already completed all three Guest Gates and is heading to Skarmory right now." She advised, looking at him condescendingly.

"The clues that we have received from the Guest Gates say otherwise. Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick reach the same conclusion. In light of new truth, we change our approach to explore more of Skarmory Area and hunt you all down. Like it or not, we will fight you!" Farfetch'd forced, darting straight for a stab.

"Fine, you leave me no choice!" Smeargle summoned a long bone to block the attack.

Farfetch'd grunted, pushing her back with superior strength. Smeargle sweated, leaping backward to utilize her range advantage fully. She slammed the bone down at Farfetch'd, who parried it away with his dual weapon. The duck tried to strike back with Revenge but Smeargle jumped away.

Smeargle landed on top of a cinema chair, gaining the higher ground. She grabbed her tail, pointing at Farfetch'd and charging Aura Sphere. Farfetch'd slashed thin air to send a projectile of his own flying at Smeargle.

The two range attacks clashed in a smoky explosion. Farfetch'd burst through it, attacking Smeargle with great speed. However, Smeargle already anticipated it. She capitalized on Bullet Punch's speed priority to strike him first. Smeargle followed up with a Bone Rush combo, swinging down vertically first before performing consecutive upward strikes.

Farfetch'd yelped as he got juggled in the air. Smeargle finished the combo with a quick Aura Sphere. Farfetch'd got blasted away, landing on the ground roughly.

"The protagonist doesn't win all the time, Farfetch'd. There are endings where the antagonist reigns supreme. This is one of them." Smeargle told, shooting Aura Sphere at a constant pace.

Farfetch'd recovered, rolling away before gaining proper footing. He looked a bit worried. Truth to be told, Farfetch'd didn't expect Smeargle to be this tough. He had underestimated her. She was clearly going all out. One thing was for sure.

Smeargle did all of this for Lucario.

"Mr. Stalk, Ms. Stick, time to go all out!" Farfetch'd glanced at his partners and speeded to Smeargle, avoiding all Aura Spheres skillfully.

"You won't beat me!" Smeargle decided to go with Bullet Punch again.

Farfetch'd smiled. It was his turn to punish her for this reckless move.

"Ms. Stick, watch this advanced technique." Farfetch'd threw Mr. Stalk away like a boomerang and prepared a defensive stance, holding Ms. Stick with both hands at her ends. He blocked all of the rapid punches and waited until Mr. Stalk struck Smeargle's back.

"Ah!" Smeargle cried in pain. Farfetch'd retrieved Mr. Stalk and charged dual Revenge.

"This's your end!" Farfetch'd struck Smeargle swiftly twice, knocking her against the wall hard. She howled in pain as she slowly slid down to the ground. Farfetch'd widened his eyes, expecting her to fall in defeat.

"Why? Why are you… persisting and endeavoring this hard?" Farfetch'd said with awe and admiration.

"I can't fail Lucario! How do you think he'll feel when watching the finale, with two Crazy Crawdaunt members?!" Smeargle gritted her teeth, struggling to get up. "His agony, none of you can imagine it. True, he might be a huge jerk. Sometimes, even to his fans like me and Darmanitan. However, that won't stop me from loving him and the things he's done." She resolved, getting up with the last sliver of strength.

Even with limping legs and battered body, Smeargle faced Farfetch'd courageously.

Farfetch'd watched with pity. He wouldn't finish her off in this state. That would be too cruel and dishonorable.

Smeargle smirked. He underestimated her again. He would deeply regret it after witnessing her final move.

Smeargle lifted her tail up and pointed at Farfetch'd. Purple, orange, red, blue and yellow paint circled around the green paint on her tail, slowly mixing it into brooding black paint. Farfetch'd prepared a defensive stance.

"Dark Void." Smeargle announced, astonishing Farfetch'd with fear. The beagle summoned a dark void of endless nightmares in the middle of the cinema, sucking everything in its vicinity inside except for the user.

Farfetch'd slid Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick in between chairs, gripping them tightly. This idea worked wonders. Farfetch'd was safe from the void for now.

"As long as we stick together and hold tight, the void can't suck us in. You both can't give up!" Farfetch'd motivated.

Smeargle panted heavily. She put in extraordinary effort to maintain the void. If Farfetch'd won't faint soon, she would collapse in exhaustion.

Interruptingly, the door opened and an interloper walked in. Farfetch'd and Smeargle showed signs of surprise on their faces.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "We don't cook for unwelcomed guests, right Mr. Stalk?" He shook him a little. "That's right. Ms. Stick, let's kick that intruder out of the restaurant."

Ursaring enjoyed a cup of coffee with Abomasnow. Neither of them realized that Drifblim was secretly eavesdropping their conversation.

"Ace, it's my turn, correct?" Abomasnow asked for reassurance.

"Obviously, Aboma. If we meet Farfetch'd, I will put him on a headlock and give you the finishing blow. If we meet Drifblim, you don't need to worry. Because her types are flying and ghost, I can't do much." Ursaring reasoned reassuringly.

"Perhaps, I'm just being worried for nothing. Thank you, Mr. Ursaring." Abomasnow bowed gratefully, pouring more coffee from the jug to Ursaring's cup.

"Hey, just call me Ursa. I like the politeness and all but tone it down a notch. Alright?" Ursaring asked, sounding sick of it. At first, Ursaring loved hearing the honorifics. Now, he couldn't care any less. Abomasnow overused such words so often that they started to lose meaning.

"Right, Ursa." Abomasnow said with slight difficulty. Ursaring snorted, lifting his coffee cup for a sip until…

Drifblim blasted Shadow Ball at it, spilling the hot coffee all over Ursaring. It wasn't hot enough to hurt him. However, it sure dealt damage to the face of interns' public image.

"Holy *beep*!" Ursaring exclaimed, pulling out a bunch of tissue paper to clean the mess.

"Such insolence!" Abomasnow attacked Drifblim with Ice Beam. But the finalist minimized herself to evade the attack.

"Well, take this as a lesson. Never drink coffee while working. How unprofessional." Drifblim directed the insult toward Ursaring.

"I'll *beep* kill you!" Ursaring got up and threw his chair at Drifblim ragingly. She grabbed hold of it and threw it back at the ace. Ursaring punched it into pieces.

"Excuse me, miss. Don't treat the ace with disrespect." Abomasnow charged Ice Punch with both fists. Drifblim dodged the incoming punches while positioning herself so she would be vulnerable to Ursaring's attacks.

Ursaring fiddled with his claws. Greedy gleams glowed in his eyes. Strangely, the ace warded it off with this foreign feeling inside his heart called 'friendship'. Still, he regretted wasting every opportunity Drifblim left herself prone to danger. He wavered indecisively.

"Hah, is this a two on one battle? I forgot Ursaring even existed." Drifblim tried to push him over the edge. Ursaring boiled.

"Eat this, *beep*!" Ursaring prepared Shadow Claw and struck Drifblim twice, finishing her off.

"Haha, another paycheck for the ace!" Ursaring celebrated, clapping once.

"Ursaring, why?!" Abomasnow yelled, betrayed.

"Come on, Aboma. Don't look at me like that. That manipulative *beep* tempted me." Ursaring blamed.

"Excuses." Abomasnow didn't look at Ursaring in the eye, slowly walking away. Ursaring frowned.

"Aboma-" Ursaring called, reaching his hand out after him.

"Names should be respected, even species name. Please call me formally from now on." Abomasnow said coldly without turning back. Ursaring pulled his hand back, averting his eyes.

"Aish!" Ursaring suddenly had a fit of rage, throwing chairs and kicking tables. Eventually, he slumped down against the wall, fur ruffled.

Confessional

Drifblim: "Well, I sacrifice my body to the masseur for this plan so it better works."

Ursaring: "Don't make me laugh, Aboma-snow. It's Drifblim's fault. You know very well what that manipulative *beep* is capable of."

Abomasnow: "Ursaring submitted to the temptation of greed. It's his fault, no matter how hard he tries to blame Miss Drifblim."

Dusclops moaned, drowning his face under sink water. His face turned green. A sound of raucous flushing was made and Dusclops pulled his face back up, gasping for air.

Braviary kicked the toilet stall opened, walking out with a bag of nachos. He whistled before snacking like a pig. Upon seeing Dusclops crying, he stopped momentarily.

"I finish my business now. Why do you look so sad? Need some nachos to cheer you up?" Braviary offered cluelessly.

"No! This isn't the time to eat. Don't you get it? We're stuck here." Dusclops uttered a cry of despair.

"Stuck? Why?" Braviary asked obliviously.

"Because there is a freaking bookcase and cleanse tag blocking the door outside. We're so screwed." Dusclops sounded hopeless.

"Don't worry. You got a professional wrestler by your side." Braviary assured confidently.

"I don't believe it! You aren't a real wrestler. You're scared of the dark! You suck at spelling! Worse of all, your entire body is made out of gas!" Dusclops bombarded.

"What does any of that has to do with being a wrestler?" Braviary asked, baffled.

"You idiot! A true wrestler is supposed to be strong, good-looking, cool, attractive and reliable. You're none of-" Dusclops stopped in awe once Braviary kicked the door opened with his mighty talon, removing the bookcase.

"H-how?" Dusclops looked shocked. "Are you really a real wrestler? Then why are you wearing a cardboard belt?"

"Funny story. I won the Grand Annual Birdsville Wrestling Contest last year. However, those dumb officials can't spell champion right. It 's C-H-A-P-M-I-O-N for international Unown and C-H-A-M-I-O-N for Birdsville Unown. As the master of spelling, it irked me. So, pretty much, I traded it away for this cool cardboard belt. What a great deal." Braviary's pronunciation was fine. However, his spelling skills were crippled.

Dusclops facepalmed after listening to his story.

Confessional

Braviary: "This year, the spotlights are on me again as another wrestling tournament approaches. If those officials spell champion wrong again, I will slam them down the ring!"

Dusclops: "Maybe… I have a chance after all. If a failure like him can be a professional wrestler. Maybe, I can be something more than a janitor." Something else soon surfaced in his mind.

"Maybe, Brawk Hawk can help me get my revenge…"

"Drilbur, why are you here?" Smeargle questioned, a fresh coat of anxiety painted her face.

"For my revenge." Drilbur connected the tip of his long swords together. The fire and ice fought, clashing relentlessly. However, they were so evenly matched. Neither side dominated over the other, regardless of type advantage.

Fire admired ice's resilience. In return, ice respected fire's energy.

The two accepted each other, forming a beautiful, sparkling ball of water.

"Take a break." Drilbur blasted the water at Smeargle, finishing her off.

"Lucario." Smeargle called his name sentimentally, watching the big screen. The credits were rolling, memories passing by in the form of images. The movie director closed her eyes, tears flowing out.

The void disappeared. Instead of sighing in relief, Farfetch'd glared at Drilbur.

"How dare you interrupt our battle?! We don't want it to end this way. Smeargle struggled so valiantly but you… ruined it all." Farfetch'd honored her efforts.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me." Drilbur said with indifference, walking down the steps while dragging his sword. The floor sparked with icy flames. Farfetch'd retreated to the other side.

"What matters to you then, revenge?" Farfetch'd abhorred.

"Coming from a hypocrite like you, I won't listen. You nearly killed yourself for revenge yesterday. You've no place to criticize me." Drilbur returned. Farfetch'd looked away, tightening his grip on the dual weapon.

"Farfetch'd, there are things that will never get along no matter how hard you try to force them together. Like fire and paper, you and me. However, there are rare miraculous cases. For example, my swords can combine their elements to create water. Perhaps, a few days ago, a miracle between us was possible. Sadly, your stubbornness foiled any hopes of that." Drilbur didn't just gash a wound on the ground, he also gashed a wound in Farfetch'd's conscience.

"I'm sorry." Farfetch'd apologized solely. "I should've not jumped into the conclusion."

"Well, it's too late. I'm the unforgiving type. Smeargle got what she deserved for framing me. Now…" Drilbur stared at Farfetch'd, who faltered. They were at opposite sides of the middle row.

"It's your turn to pay!" Drilbur jumped up and made his way across by running on top of the chairs, dragging the swords pressingly against the ground.

"We won't stand still and let you defeat us!" Farfetch'd attempted the same, albeit not dragging his dual weapon on the ground due to their mediocre range.

Once Farfetch'd was in range, Drilbur slashed upwards blazingly with a reverse grip. Farfetch'd struck it away with Mr. Stalk and jumped to the left row before thrusting Ms. Stick at his side with Revenge.

Drilbur ducked and dived underground. Farfetch'd glanced around, trying to detect his movements. The war minister threw Mr. Stalk straight away after a sign of ground shaking.

Drilbur jumped out behind Farfetch'd's back, slashing twice with forward grip. Farfetch'd spun around and blocked both attacks with Ms. Stick before ducking. Drilbur reacted quickly enough by utilizing Rapid Spin, performing a powerful spin attack that deflected Mr. Stalk away.

Farfetch'd jumped and fluttered to collect Mr. Stalk before blasting Air Slash with Ms. Stick and threw Mr. Stalk for another boomerang attack. Drilbur was pressured from both sides. The dual swordsman only smirked at this.

Drilbur applied weight on the seat itself, digging his feet down and sprang up. He avoided both of Farfetch's attacked and caught the war minister off guard, gaping vulnerably.

"This is your end!" Drilbur connected his first hit, a downward slice. He landed behind Farfetch'd and sliced his back twice swiftly. Slamming the freezing hilt against his back, the duck was sent flying.

Drilbur drilled underground and popped out where Farfetch'd was about to land, screwing him up. Farfetch'd screamed in agony, receiving major damage.

As a finishing blow, Drilbur drilled Farfetch'd up high, corkscrew crashing him against the ceiling. An explosion of fire and ice resounded before the war minister earned a vacation in the masseur's paradise of pain.

Drilbur landed, exulting in joy until he coughed and dropped down to his knees. The swords clanged. The auras disappeared once again.

Confessional

Drilbur: "My body can't handle the excessive amount of power any longer. Still, I need to. I'll make sure Farfetch'd loses this. He doesn't deserve to win." He seemed determined and worried.

Farfetch'd: "Is he truly beyond our reach?" He had a moment of doubt, looking at his partners. "No… I won't give up. We didn't come this far by doing that. I will make you both proud."

The masseur rubbed his hands excitedly as both finalists got delivered on the conveyor belt this time. Even though he started off gently, Drifblim and Farfetch'd still jolted up in pain.

"Aw, masseur. Take it easy on me. I'm sure you like to massage the living with actual flesh than a ghost." Drifblim pleaded her case, eyeing Farfetch'd with an irritating smile.

"Masseur, we're healthy. We exercise often. She clearly needs it more." Farfetch'd reasoned, pointing Mr. Stalk at Drifblim annoyingly close to her face.

"Don't fight, you two. Oh, oh, babies." Cofagrigus cradled them in his arms, belittling them. They seemed very uncomfortable, exchanging a glance.

"Masseur Confer is going to share the love, by giving you both lots and lots of pain! Hahaha…" Cofagrigus laughed sadistically, horrifying the crybaby finalists. He soon conferred the massage of 'healing', breaking their limps and stitching them back together stronger than ever.

It was edited out due to the non-kid friendly nature and brutality.

Confessional

Drifblim: She licked a lollipop, crying in agony. "This one is w-worse than the last. Wah!"

Farfetch'd: He sucked a lollipop, tearing out salt to season his massage meal.

Cofagrigus: "Ugh, those crybabies won't stop crying until I give them lollipops as consolation. Do I look like a freaking dentist? Seriously, they are poor excuses for finalists. That Lucario guy and Duosion girl should replace them."

Footsteps were heard as a figure slowly approached the entrance of the dormitory. Its shadow was slowly revealed to the camera.

This mysterious Pokemon got two small pointed ears, a large head and an oversized body.

Snorlax appeared with an evil grin, holding a giant Awakening spray.

This meant… he faked his slumber.

Could Snorlax be the true culprit the entire time?!

If Drifblim profiled correctly…

Snorlax wasn't a purely logical thinker. At times, he trusted his stomach over his head.

Snorlax was also fairly intelligent. He could create his own language after all.

Snorlax was one of the few that would enter the kitchen…

Snorlax had a motive for all of this.

He would impress everyone so that they would enroll in his language school.

"Wakey, wakey! Time to assemble for the class." Snorlax sprayed interns awake with the blue gas before rolling away to the parking lot.

"Follow me and you all will have an endless supply of caviar to eat at the end of the day!" Snorlax rallied, bouncing on his belly to the top of the green truck, spraying midair.

The interns slowly gained their consciousness and followed Snorlax, who headed to the cinema entrance.

"I see you, students. I give you, orientation." Snorlax imitated Farfetch'd's hit single before waking them up.

Snorlax kept moving around in ridiculous ways all over the place. He arrived at the tennis court and sprayed a few more interns awake before dabbing away. The other interns gave him weird looks, murmuring among themselves.

Soon enough, he got a cult following of his own. Gathering them around the dormitory's entrance, he stood as the center of attention.

"My fellow interns, I know all of you're probably wondering. Why let the fat guy lead?" Snorlax asked rhetorically.

"Because fat guys are the supreme Pokemon race!" A male Mamoswine intern shouted from the back.

"Good answer, good answer." Snorlax chuckled. "Anyways, where was I? Ahem. To answer the question, it's because I possess all the qualities necessary to be a leader. I plan what to eat in the morning. I teach my stomach to make alarm noises when I'm hungry. Also…" Snorlax listed with his chubby fingers.

The interns started looking bored. Snorlax noticed this and quickly changed the subject.

"Um, what I have been trying to say this entire time is that it doesn't matter who leads us, fat or not. Yeah! All we care about is that bonus bread. Everyone, those self-proclaimed famous interns drugged us all to sleep. We shall get our revenge and beat those finalists up until we all become millionaires. Who's with me?!" Snorlax recovered from his rocky start.

The interns all cheered deafeningly.

"Charge, intern, meal, rich, bonus, tuition!" Snorlax raised his fists up, running inside the dormitory with his cult army.

Confessional

Snorlax: He held a long toilet paper list. "Dear delicious viewers, I have a tasty offer for all of you. Pay a low price of 9,999 P to get the beginner course for my language. 14,999 P for the intermediate course and 19,999 P for expert. This isn't all Snorlax's scrumptious school has to offer. Pay 30,000 P to learn Snorlax's smooth dance moves. Watch this."

He danced like a robot, impressive for a guy his size.

"There's also a course for basic spelling at a price of 1,999 P. Send your kids to that course if they're like Brawk Hawk. A course for martial arts to protect yourself from crazy chill guys, a course on how to sleep soundly like a Snorlax, a course for…" His ridiculous advertisement got cut short.

Haunter and Gengar panicked inside the storage room after seeing Snorlax rallied his army outside. They rummaged through the entire place for weapons, throwing useless stuff like Ursaring's baggage boy costume away. Like what could they do with it? Make someone so unfashionable to the point of fainting?

"A box of lighters?" Haunter showed.

"Not good enough." Gengar shook his head.

"How about a different box of lighters?" Haunter picked up a new, but identical one.

"What's the difference? Find something else." Gengar sounded annoyed.

"Just a lighter works, right? Hoho, light our enemies on fire." Haunter insisted, smiling wryly. He tested to make sure it works, which it did.

"Why the hell would you want to use a lighter as a weapon?! It's weak and smelly like Dusclops." Gengar compared contemptibly.

"Well, this room only got clothes and lighters left. What do you expect me to find? Gengar, don't complain if you got nothing better to offer." Haunter began to feel fed up with Gengar.

"Who said I don't?" Gengar got a sneaky grin. Haunter cocked his head curiously.

Confessional

Gengar: "I stashed a few things away in case of an emergency like this. Go, me."

Dusclops left to get something from his room in preparation for revenge against Gengar. Grumpig took his place, talking with Braviary in the meanwhile.

"New recruit, the Secret Psycho Churro Society welcomes you!" Grumpig handed him a purple cape.

"Woohoo!" Braviary accepted happily, shaking his butt to the side.

"I guess I'm now the senior member. My mom will surely be proud of me." Grumpig placed his hands on his hip with pride. Braviary nodded as he tied the cape.

"Wow, I look like a superhero." Braviary touched the cape, fascinated. This gave Grumpig an idea.

"For here on out, I will be known as Churro Man. I will fly around the world at the speed of light, serving justice against those girlfriend takers! Chu-chu-chu-ro-man!" Grumpig ran and jumped, spreading arms widely to fly only to fall flat on his face.

"And I will be known as Spelling Man. S-L-E-L-I-N-G-M-A-N, spelling man! The smartest. The master of fixing typos. The corrector of champion belt spelling mistakes. Braam, those villains will surely be dead meat when they meet me!" Braviary boasted.

"You forgot the P." Grumpig pointed out, getting off the ground.

"Oops, I guess it's S-L-E-P-L-I-N-G-M-A-N for international Unown, huh?" Braviary rubbed his head sheepishly. Grumpig slapped him.

"Hey! What's that for?" Braviary rubbed his face.

"A good 'slepling' to wake you up. You suck at spelling." Grumpig said the harsh truth.

"Fine, I suck at spelling international Unown. However, I'm perfect when it comes to Birdsville Unown." Braviary looked serious.

"I seriously doubt that." Grumpig shook his head.

"Hey, guys! I'm back." Dusclops called, entering the library. He wielded a mop like a weapon.

"Cool, Mop Man. Although, you will look cooler with this cape. Want to join the Secret Psycho Churro Society?" Grumpig invited.

"Aren't society societies only for anti-social losers with no life?" Dusclops seemed hesitant.

"No! It's for cool kids nowadays. I'm deadly serious." Grumpig assured, narrowing his eyes.

"Alright, alright. I guess it isn't too bad to wear that. Throw it to me." Dusclops joined the society for churro lunatics. Grumpig made a bad throw and Dusclops missed.

"Oops. Sorry." Grumpig apologized.

"I could've looked cool…" Dusclops grumbled, crossing his hands.

Confessional

Grumpig: "Secret Psycho Churro Society members, unite! Churro Man churns chocolate sauce and churro-filled justice!" He threw a few punches before taking a bite of Psycho Churro.

Braviary: "Spelling Man spells out our victory. W-E-A-K-T-O-R-Y, victory!" He used his wings to spell out each letter.

Dusclops: "Mop Man cleans the competion!" He spun his mop around and thrust it down the ground.

Secret Psycho Churro Society Members: "Together, we're cool and invincible!"

Snorlax's cult charged into the mess hall, confronted by the two ghosts. Both held knuckle sandwich guns side by side. Gengar wore cinema glasses while Haunter put the pink shades on with a grin.

"What's our menu today, Haunter?" Gengar asked without eye contact.

"Slumber sandwiches with added spices." Haunter informed, pointing the gun at the intruders.

"Don't be scared of them. Attack!" Snorlax commanded and watched lazily afterwards. He wore a black mob boss hat for this special occasion.

Gengar and Haunter rapidly blasted knock-out sandwiches against the angry army of manipulated interns. Some attempted to eat them like Mamoswine, only to quickly fall asleep.

A few flying type interns tried to attack from above but Haunter blasted them down. A sneaky Kecleon tried to attack from the back but Gengar got Haunter's back covered.

Snorlax sweated as his army thinned down. Time to take matters into his own extremities. The terrorizing tutor picked up a table, using it as a shield and marched forward. Gengar and Haunter focused their firepower against the boss. Even though he was a huge target, the interns and the table provided a decent cover for him.

Once he was close enough, Snorlax threw the table at them before pulling out a gun underneath his hat and fired. Gengar and Haunter dodged the table just fine. However, the latter couldn't see the sleeping dart coming and got shot. The pink shades were excellent at seeing ghosts but not three-dimensional projectiles.

"No, Haunter!" Gengar caught his fallen ally and fled. "Ah, don't hurt me!"

"What a coward. If any of your kids are like him, send them to my Cowardice Curing Course. If you're a coward yourself, don't feel shy to pay me 3,999 P." Snorlax promoted, giving encouraging thumbs up.

Because of his carelessness, Snorlax was about to meet a stinky surprise.

Braviary released his gas missile and Snorlax's entire cult army just fainted. The mob boss luckily wore a hat. Using it to protect his nose, Snorlax scurried out.

"Yeah, junior member, you did it!" Grumpig gave Braviary a hi-five.

"Finally, you put your smelly gas to good use. Good job." Dusclops complimented as he walked warily to the rancid area.

"Brawk Hawk does this all the time in the ring. It's no big deal." Braviary said humbly.

Suddenly, the lights were all turned off.

"Now, this is a big deal. I'm going to wet myself!" Braviary squawked, flying away.

"Please don't. I need to clean the mess up." Dusclops pleaded, vexed.

"I'm not fond of the dark either!" Grumpig fled as well.

Dusclops sighed in depression. This reminded him of the time he was ditched to fight Abomasnow all alone. Dusclops hated how he was always treated, here and back in school. Always painted as the bad guy, often publicly humiliated and reduced into a joke. Nobody gave him the respect he desired.

"I will kill the *beep* that turned off the lights." Dusclops muttered. In the darkness, a shadowy blob of energy got sent toward him.

Dusclops felt it coming and reflected the attack with his mop. It was no ordinary mop, rather an energy-based projectile reflector.

"Gah!" Gengar wasn't prepared to get damaged by his own projectile.

"Gengar, is that you? I should've known that only you'll do something like this… Stop playing around and *beep* reveal yourself!" Dusclops shouted with animosity.

"Fine, geez. I thought I'm going to have some fun." Gengar groaned as he turned the lights back on. Apparently, he removed the cinema glasses already, not wanting to look funny in front of Dusclops.

"When will you stop picking on me? Have I done something to piss you off that much?" Dusclops questioned.

"Nah, I got nothing against you personally. It's just that you're an easy target and it's just plain funny to prank you, know what I mean? The others, they either react angrily, try to kill me and all that jazz. You, on the other hand, oh I love your reactions." Gengar explained.

"Oh, I will *beep* kill you like the others!" Dusclops rushed toward him with the mop.

"As if you can, you aren't even fully evolved." Gengar scoffed, sidestepping before slapping Dusclops with his long tongue.

"Ew, disgusting." Dusclops showed revulsion. He charged up Shadow Punch and reappeared behind Gengar with his homing attack.

Gengar stomped on the tail end of purple cape and Dusclops slipped. Taking advantage of this, Gengar struck him repeatedly with Lick.

"Delicious Dusclops." Gengar alliterated before throwing Dusclops away with his tongue.

"I will wash your filthy tongue." Dusclops clenched his mop and ran toward Gengar, swinging wildly.

"Clean this!" Gengar puked out a Sludge Bomb. Dusclops immediately jumped away from the poisonous sludge.

"What's with all the disgusting attacks?" Dusclops gave Gengar a dirty look.

"You're a janitor. It's your job to clean shit." Gengar vomitted out more and more Sludge Bombs. Dusclops floated up high to avoid them before thrusting his mop down, targeting Gengar's head.

The prankster dodged and swung his tongue at the janitor. Dusclops successfully grabbed his tongue and smirked. Gengar looked terrified.

"You're right. It's my job to clean shit like you." Dusclops gripped Gengar's tongue tightly before mopping his mouth clean. Gengar flailed, making incomprehensible sounds as Dusclops did the job for his dentist.

"You thought I'm easy, huh? Well, *beep* think again!" Dusclops threw his mop away and performed a shadowy punch, dealing super-effective damage. Gengar fainted. Dusclops dusted his hands with pure satisfaction.

"Mop Man, you did it!" Grumpig appeared to celebrate. Braviary followed behind him.

"Thanks for not helping, guys." Dusclops said sarcastically.

"Well, we're just guests. Don't expect much out of us." Grumpig reminded.

"Alright, I'll lower my already down in the dirt expectations. Still... thanks." Dusclops felt a bit grateful for they… treated him like an equal.

"Aren't you supposed to evolve now?" Brawk Hawk thought we are wearing Reaper Cloths. "Like I could have sworn I found one before with the exact same appearance and color." Braviary looked baffled.

"No, what makes you think that? These are Leaper Cloths. They make you look like a superhero after jumping off a building. Oh, wait…" Grumpig had a sudden realization and 'slepled' Braviary.

"Ow." Braviary rubbed his face. "I guess I deserve that. International Unown is complicated."

Dusclops facepalmed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Snorlax opened the door after the waft dissipated and fired the three to sleep in rapid succession, blowing his gun and smiling in triumph.

Confessional

Braviary: "L-E-A-P-E-R is reaper and R-E-A-P-E-R is leaper, right?"

Grumpig: "Damn it. I want my revenge against Farfetch'd."

Dusclops: "I sure hope Drifblim wins this one." He couldn't eye the camera straight.

Snorlax: "This is how the big boss operates. Hide behind meat shields and reap profit in the end."

After the excruciatingly painful massage session was over, the finalists were freed. Drifblim continued with the challenge while Farfetch'd sat meditating under the artificial cherry blossom tree, recovering mentally.

Reflecting back at how he played this game, Farfetch'd wasn't exactly proud. True, the fact that he went around accusing everyone baselessly was the worst. However, that wasn't all there was to the story.

Farfetch'd found out just now that he was arrogant. His code of honor and multi-professional stalk made him feel superior to others. It made him feel like he was always in the right. Farfetch'd might be virtuous but he wasn't some sort of flawless hero. He didn't get to where he was today through hard work alone.

Farfetch'd shed a tear of remorse.

Farfetch'd sacrificed family and friends as well. He neglected them, refusing to listen to their side of things. His mother must had suffered miserably to see her son always talking to a 'non-living' object. Farfetch'd never once consoled or tried to patch things up with her. Instead, he expected her to do it instead, believing so strongly that he was perfectly in the right. It wasn't just her or his fault, but both of their fault. Farfetch'd was finally enlightened now.

The anti-social freak learned to loosen up and accepted the likes of Bisharp and Ms. Stick. He would reconcile with his mother after this too, no matter what.

The dual swordsman wasn't the wielder of light or darkness. He possessed both.

Some would only see his light like Bisharp, Dedenne and Swanna.

Some would only see his darkness like Duosion, Drilbur and his mother.

Rarely, one would recognize both with deep understanding of his character. He was now in this category.

Farfetch'd opened his eyes and slammed the tree with Mr. Stalk, dispersing the pink petals. Swinging his dual weapon around faster than the eye could see, he sliced all of the petals before they could reach the ground.

"We're now ready, Drilbur." Farfetch'd awakened the slumbering strength inside him with impenetrable eyes.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: He caressed Mr. Stalk lovingly. "Just because I accept others into my heart, it doesn't mean my love for you is any less, father."

Snorlax stood in the middle of the football field. He tipped his hat, hiding his smile as Druddigon, Ursaring, Abomasnow and Shiinotic surrounded him from four directions.

Druddigon exited the baseball stadium with fake confidence. His eyes dashed from place to place, intern to intern.

Shiinotic strode over from the trees behind the football field, folding her arms. Despite being surrounded by bulky men, she showed little to no sign of fear.

Ursaring walked out of the indoor sports facility, sneaking a look at Abomasnow. The coffee prince passed him coldly, sipping a cup of iced coffee.

"Did you drug everyone to sleep?" Abomasnow asked, the politeness in his tone disappeared.

"Is there another possible explanation?" Snorlax answered a question with another question.

"Knew it! The coffee prince won't do something like that." Ursaring smiled, turning to see Abomasnow's reaction. The coffee prince returned a cold glare. Ursaring frowned.

"Well, the bigger question now is what's next? Are we all going to hunt the finalists down or eat each other like cannibals?" Shiinotic raised the tension in the atmosphere.

"The second option. I want to taste all of you. Heehee…" Snorlax licked his lips.

"If you want to taste me, you better burn those calories." Shiinotic seduced jokingly, touching her lips. Snorlax swung his arms around, working out. Druddigon widened his eyes before realizing it was just a joke. He remained quiet, out of everyone's radar.

"I can't feel at ease fighting the finalists with a backstabber around here." Abomasnow referred to Ursaring, obviously.

The guilt in Ursaring's eyes vanished. "Stop being so sensitive! It isn't my fault that you couldn't beat her in time." He spoke with hauteur.

"I suppose it was all my fault for being a gullible fool, to believe that the interns would value anything over money. How naïve of me. No more Mr. Coffee Prince for you degenerates!" Abomasnow reached his boiling point at 96 C. The coffee was ready to be served.

Abomasnow aimed Ice Beam at Ursaring right away, initiating the free-for-all. The ace dodged sideways, only to be blasted by Shiinotic's Moonblast.

Druddigon saw an opening and stuck Shiinotic with… Dragon Claw. She laughed it off because blasting Druddigon away with Moonblast. Abomasnow shot Ice Beam at her successfully afterwards.

It was a chaotic mess.

"Viewers, send your kids to my type-match ups class if you don't want them to be like Druddigon. It's only 1,999 P. Basically, 1,000 P." Snorlax kept using psychological pricing. Did he think the viewers were stupid or something?

Ursaring took this opportunity to attack Snorlax with Hammer Arm, dealing massive damage. Snorlax groaned in pain, rolling on the ground. His hat got knocked away alongside the gun.

"Everyone, gang up on Snorlax! He's the mastermind behind all this crap, the odd one out." Ursaring pointed encouragingly. Abomasnow shook his head in disapproval at this.

Druddigon saw Abomasnow still being unharmed. Therefore, he shot Focus Blast at him. It was a direct hit. The cup of coffee spilled all over the ground.

"Beat Abomasnow. He looks the least injured, the true odd one out!" Druddigon switched the target.

"Ah, you dirty bag of coffee beans." Abomasnow 'swore' politely.

Fortunately, Shiinotic didn't follow Druddigon's idea and sent him down to the ground with Moonblast instead.

"Druddigon is obviously the odd one out. He isn't smart like the rest of us." Shiinotic stated.

"Hey!" Druddigon sounded really offended. He soon grinned as Ursaring tackled her with Take Down, receiving some recoil damage. She yelled in pain.

"I change my mind. Shiinotic's the odd one out. She's a girl." Ursaring indicated.

"Sexist." Shiinotic muttered, getting off the ground. Everyone recovered and glared at Ursaring, unappeased with his undamaged appearance.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Ursaring retreated apprehensively, raising his hands defensively. "Don't gang up on me. Like where's the reason for that?"

"Ursaring, you were the mole, unlike us. Besides, you have a history of playing many dirty tricks. You shall go down first." Abomasnow persuaded, blasting Ice Beam.

Snorlax rolled toward Ursaring, Druddigon charged recklessly with Superpower and Shiinotic maneuvered her way to him.

Ursaring sweated as he was outnumbered. The ace slammed Snorlax with Hammer Arm, redirecting him backward. However, Abomasnow managed to freeze his legs.

"Mr. Druddigon, please send Snorlax back with Superpower." Abomasnow directed.

"Got it." Druddigon obeyed Abomasnow's strategy. Ursaring looked shocked, stuck because of frozen legs as Snorlax steamrolled him with vicious velocity.

Once Ursaring was flattened on the ground, Shiinotic placed a hand on his head. She used Strength Sap to recover her health while lowering his attack at the same time. Ursaring groaned in both mental and physical suffering.

"Miss, may I finish him?" Abomasnow asked politely, concealing the demanding nature of the request.

"Your pleasure. I already suck him dry anyways." Shiinotic moved out of the way and Abomasnow bowed slightly to her before looking down upon Ursaring. The ace stared at him apologetically.

"Ursaring, I looked up to you. Even when you played us all in the mole challenge, I still forgave you. I understand if it's your job to act accordingly to your role but what you did this challenge was unwarranted. I thought we are… friends. How could you betray me in the utmost ungrateful, uncouth and unfriendly manner?" Abomasnow questioned, conveying the pain of betrayal through his voice.

"I'm sorry, Aboma. Looking up to me is like looking up to Lucario. You should have known better." Ursaring expressed regret. "Do what you need to do. I can take it."

"I don't want it to end like this but… sorry, Ursaring." Abomasnow lifted his right hand up and charged Wood Hammer. Ursaring accepted his defeat until he saw Snorlax pointing the gun at Abomasnow's back. He put his hat back on as well.

Bang!

"Careful!" Ursaring warned, sweeping Abomasnow down to safety. The dart narrowly missed him. However, the mob boss pressed the trigger again…

But he ran out of darts. The ace sighed in relief.

"Undercooked, overcooked, frozen, inedible, raw, food poisoning!" Snorlax raged, throwing his hat down and stomped it several times.

"Ace, why did you save me?" Abomasnow looked both shocked and touched.

"Frankly, I have no idea. Maybe, I just want to save my face. Maybe, I really want to make it up to you. Either way, I'm sorry. Can you maybe… forgive me a little?" Ursaring pleaded with a weak, hopeful smile.

"Of course, Ursa! Mister, you earn my trust again." Abomasnow brewed a big smile on his face.

Ursaring's smile widened. "Now, let's teach Snorlax a lesson, shall we?" He got up from the ground and helped Abomasnow back to his feet. The coffee prince nodded, casting a fierce look toward the evil tutor.

"Heh, heh, how about this? I give you two a discount on my dance class. You only need to pay 29,999 P to attend it." Snorlax offered stingily, anxiety written on his face.

"How about you get to join my boxing class for free? As the sandbag!" Ursaring roared and rushed toward Snorlax. Abomasnow followed, activating Grass Knot to trip the heavy guy.

Since Snorlax already ate Superpower and Hammer Arm, his diet was in a critical state. Time for him to eat something 'healthy' now…

"Aboma, let's do this!" Ursaring reached out his left hand.

"Ursa, let's do this!" Abomasnow said the same and grabbed the hand.

They leaped high into the sky and combined Hammer Arm and Ice Punch together to forge a frigid fright for poor Snorlax. The fat guy got hammered hard, fainting as bits of ice scattered all over the place.

Druddigon spectated with awe, blinking in amazement. Shiinotic smiled.

Abomasnow and Ursaring celebrated jubilantly. Ursaring noticed something on the ground and picked it up. It was an ace of spades.

"Wow, this card resembles me. Except for the fact that it lacks a marketable face like this one." Ursaring remarked, rubbing his face. Abomasnow raised his eyes a little. He found it a bit familiar. Where had he seen this before?

The card flashed a mysterious light.

"Ursa, it's-" Abomasnow alerted when it was too late.

The card caused a gigantic explosion and both interns were knocked out.

Druddigon gawked, dumbfounded. He turned to Shiinotic, discerning the missing card that was supposed to pierce through her hat. She seemed very proud of her accomplishment.

"What a twist. Bwahha. This is how I like it. I'm now the only real powerhouse left." Druddigon seemed overconfident.

"Don't underestimate me. You will regret it." Shiinotic wagged her long finger. Druddigon scoffed.

"You should heed her warning." Drifblim ambused Druddigon, propelling Shadow Ball at him. Before he recovered, Drifblim blasted another Shadow Ball against him. Druddigon lay motionlessly on the ground.

"This is for betraying me." Drifblim seemed satisfied.

"Betrayed by Druddigon, seriously?" Shiinotic snickered and Drifblim blushed in embarrassment.

"I guess we lose big from time to time. It happens to the best of us. Certainly not your best performance but I have had worse. Anyways…" Shiinotic pulled out a deck of cards from her dress. The back showed pictures of casino chips.

"Working with me is high-stake gambling. Will you fold under pressure or go all-in?" Shiinotic shuffled the deck of explosive cards, eyeing Drifblim with curiosity.

"Why don't we find out?" Drifblim charged Shadow Ball right away.

"You better be ready to sign that slave contract, girl!" Shiinotic made a throwback to the ruined hotel challenge before dealing out cards like a professional casino dealer. They triggered a chain of explosion mid-air.

Drifblim used Fly to escape from the explosive area, heading toward the goalpost. The superfan wrapped her arms around it, hurling toward Shiinotic's direction.

Shiinotic flicked a card out of the deck with her right hand and caught it between her fingers, shooting it stylishly. The card scored a goal before destroying the entire thing altogether.

Drifblim charged through the smoke at her with Fly. Shiinotic merely tossed a card out to defend herself.

Drifblim widened her eyes, taking a sharp detour to avoid the explosion. Shiinotic bet that Drifblim would turn to the right and dealt out a card early. As a result,

…Shiinotic won the bet.

"Ah!" Drifblim took major magical explosive damage.

Drifblim landed in the center circle. Shiinotic walked over to her victoriously and played around with the queen of hearts.

"You went all-in but I win nonetheless." Shiinotic smiled victiously, prepared to finish Drifblim off. However, her smile faded once Drifblim seemed strangely relaxed.

"Take this!" Druddigon yelled out in a very cringy voice. The S got stressed heavily.

"What the- Ah!" Shiinotic shouted in pain as Druddigon smashed into her back with incredible power, using Rock Climb.

Shiinotic got knocked far away, colliding against the fence and fainted.

"Haha, we did it!" Druddigon raised his arms in celebration. Drifblim got up and smiled knowingly.

The camera transitioned to a flashback, showing pictures with Drifblim voicing over.

Drifblim told Druddigon the plan. He looked extremely impressed.

"I know that I need to turn the interns against each other…"

Druddigon hummed, fiddling with his claws. He signaled to Drifblim that Ursaring and Abomasnow were neaby.

"...without the others knowing that we're working together."

The screen split into two. The left side showed Druddigon attacking Drifblim with Dragon Claw. The right showed Drifblim shooting Shadow Ball at Druddigon.

"Therefore, I order Druddigon to betray me and pretend to knock him out."

Druddigon clung onto Ursaring's feet, taking strips of fur away and clenched his fists to avoid detection.

"Since I sense ill-will toward Ursaring and Abomasnow from other interns, I decide to frame them primarily."

Drifblim brought Shiinotic to the air conditioner where Druddigon framed the other interns.

"Everything worked out better than expected when Shiinotic decided to form a coalition with me."

Drifblim watched the free-for-all secretly from a distance, smiling in gratification.

The camera returned to Druddigon celebrating.

"Haha, at this rate I 'll be the last intern standing! Drifblim, maybe I gotta be more like you. Use my brain before my muscles. I imagine if I compete as a contestant, I would have charged randomly all over the place without anyway navigation support to find Skarmory. Drifblim? Where are you, Drifblim?" Druddigon had been talking to himself unawaringly the entire time.

Druddigon looked around for her a bit before shrugging, completely oblivious to the fact that she shot a Shadow Ball behind his back. He was knocked out for real this time.

Drifblim turned visible and shook her head condescendingly at his fainted body.

Confessional

Drifblim: "Child's play manipulating that dragon."

Druddigon: "Damn it! I'm so close to being the last surviving intern. Now, who will it be? I don't count Alakazam."

After making a full recovery both on the body and mind, Farfetch'd rushed toward the baseball stadium. He wanted to either find the final Guest Gate or Drilbur for their decisive showdown.

He slowed down inside the player tunnel, overwhelmed by indescribable nostalgia. Looking around at the walls appreciatively, he was no longer blinded by the desire-inducing light at the end of the tunnel like he used to be.

Always thinking only about Mr. Stalk and neglecting everything else…

"Father…" Farfetch'd shed a tear, gazing at Mr. Stalk. "In a few moments, I'll enter the field and I'll make you proud. I'll follow your footsteps. Please keep your eyes on me." He then turned to Ms. Stick.

"Keep your eyes on me too, aunt. I'll show you how great of a father your brother is." Farfetch'd said promisingly.

"Mother, you watch too…" Farfetch'd said inaudibly, looking down for a moment. He thought about everyone else like Swanna and Bisharp before marching toward the light bravely.

Farfetch'd stepped out of the darkness and emerged out of the light into the stadium for real.

As a grand entrance, two swords plunged down into the second base. Drilbur then jumped down from the stadium roof and landed on top of the hilts stunningly. Icy flames burst out intimidatingly but Farfetch'd didn't flinch even a little. He only tightened his grips on his family.

Drilbur hopped down and pulled both swords out. Spreading his legs vertically, the mole pointed both swords rebelliously at the war minister.

"I've waited so long to battle you again without any interruption. Finally, the moment has arrived. Prepare to- Ahak." Drilbur coughed, covering his mouth without losing his grip. The powerful auras were like double-edge swords. Came with great power but at a great cost.

"You overdosed those pills, didn't you? Where's the honor in winning without using your own strength?!" Farfetch'd questioned critically. "We would rather lose than winning emptily like that."

"What the hell do you know about me? My strength or not, I'll take you down. Enough talking, let's fight!" Drilbur ran speedily like the wind toward Farfetch'd. The war minister pitched Air Slash toward the mole before running at him.

Drilbur terminated the range attack effortlessly and the two soon clashed in an epic duel of swords.

Drilbur swung crazily at an insane speed. Horizontal slash, vertical slash, diagonal slash, thrust, upward slash, downward slash, spin attack, jumping slash, he did them all. Each hit sent ember and ice shards scattering.

Farfetch'd mastered both Slash and Night Slash, stopping each and every one of Drilbur's offenses. Light and darkness dispersed.

Drilbur dug underground since the fight wouldn't progress. They were so evenly matched.

Farfetch'd enchanced his sense of hearing, trying to predict where Drilbur would spring out. Swiftly turning around, Farfetch'd sliced horizontally with Mr. Stalk's Slash.

Unexpectedly, only the flame sword erupted out of the ground. Drilbur tricked Farfetch'd before popping out and struck him mightily with the ice sword. Farfetch'd gritted through the pain as his body slid across the ground. Bits of ice grazed his left wing a little. Farfetch'd brushed them off and prepared a defensive stance.

Drilbur bombarded Farfetch'd with his water projectiles after retrieving the flame sword. Farfetch'd sliced through a few, blocked some and avoided the rest. He zigzagged to Drilbur before swerving all of a sudden, throwing Mr. Stalk out like a boomerang and hurling Ms. Stick straightforwardly.

Drilbur was pressured from both sides. However, he only grinned confidently and dived underground. Farfetch'd hastily collected his guardians as they collided with each other.

"Mr. Stalk, Ms. Stick, let's whack the mole out of the ground!" Farfetch'd charged dual Revenge and slammed the ground, quaking the mole out near the foul line. Drilbur looked frustrated as Farfetch'd successful countered his Dig.

The war minister rushed toward the dual damage dealer Drilbur invigoratingly. The mole raised his guard, ready to parry off Farfetch'd's moves from all directions.

However, Farfetch'd did the unprecedented. He veered to the wall, running up and on it. The crazy freak slashed Drilbur from a weird angle, taking him by surprise.

Drilbur groaned before following the wallrunner, attempting to strike him down to no avail. Since simple strikes all missed, he transformed into a drill and chased Farfetch'd on the wall.

Farfetch'd jumped off the wall and ran on solid ground, adrenaline pumping through his veins as the mole pursued him intensely. The field heated up coolly.

Farfetch'd imagined his friends, family and loved one cheering for them from the spectator area as he ran away from Drilbur, glancing around swiftly. Farfetch'd closed his eyes, smiling with sheer determination. The memories of his father's baseball games flashed through his mind. Farfetch'd might never get to see him face to face but that wouldn't take away any admiration and love he had for his role model.

Opening his eyes passionately, Farfetch'd jumped and propelled himself higher by sending Air Slash downward. Drilbur leaped to the sky, Drill Run's still in effect.

Farfetch'd dropped Mr. Stalk down and used him as a skateboard, spinning out of Drilbur's attack range.

Landing safely, Farfetch'd watched as the mole dropped down with fatigue. Drill Run was no longer in effect. Farfetch'd would use this chance to finish Drilbur in one barrage of moves.

"Ms. Stick, you can be like your brother. I believe in you!" Farfetch'd threw Ms. Stick out as a boomerang this time, pulling Drilbur closer to him with gale force.

Farfetch'd got into his baseball stance. "Mr. Stalk, let's make it a homerun!" He batted Drilbur with all his might.

The mole yelled out in pain as he collided against the scoreboard, falling down roughly. Farfetch'd retrieved Ms. Stick and hurried hastily to him. Charging Mr. Stalk with Night Slash and Ms. Stick with Slash, the war minister performed a slash in an X motion. Drilbur took the finishing blow and fainted.

"We did it! We did it! We did it!" Farfetch'd cried out in pure bliss. He didn't just beat Drilbur, no. He also made his father proud.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "They say I can't win alone and… They're right. I finally understand it now. My strength comes from Mr. Stalk, Swanna, Bisharp, Ms. Stick and everything else that cares about me. Just because I don't want to make alliances doesn't mean I can't make friends and just because Mr. Stalk is the dearest thing in the world to me doesn't mean I've the right to neglect everyone else."

Intern's Intimidation was no longer in play. The final showdown between Farfetch'd and Drifblim would begin soon.

Drifblim entered the indoor sports facility, as known as the final Guest Gate.

Treadmills were annoyed. Dumbbells were insulted. Table Tennis tables were tormented. If Grumpig was brawny and Braviary was smart. This brat would be beautiful. Actually, Pancham looked really good and smart. What a well-dressed kid.

By good, it meant Pancham was wearing a white T-shirt with Grovyle's face in the middle with the words 'Good Guy Grovyle' in Mistral font circling around it.

By smart, it meant Pancham was wearing a Skrelp hat.

Behind Pancham was a large ball pool with hundreds of ex-contestant plushes. To each of his side was a very long table.

Pancham frowned, unhappy with the finalists.

"It's a big disappointment that Skrelp and Grovyle didn't make it to the finale. I thought for sure one of them would win. How could they lose?" Pancham wondered. Drifblim rolled her eyes.

"Kid, watch the show at home and you'll see their flaws. Can you please tell me the challenge quickly?" Drifblim hastened.

"Understandable. You're probably very crippled in a lot of areas, requiring others to carry your weight. Your impatience shows insecurity and weakness." Pancham insulted. Drifblim tried to control her temper.

"To put it simply, create an elimination list with the plushes. I expect thirty of them if you can't count." Pancham patronized. "Violence also isn't allowed here if you can't remember."

"Haha, very funny. I suppose this place is the pre-kindergarten." Drifblim joked.

"Absolutely wrong. You're unbelievably stupid." Pancham degraded. His style of speaking was very mechanical and cold, similar to an infamous seahorse.

Drifblim took deep breaths. Where did he fricking learn to talk like this?

Drifblim put Pancham out of her mind and focused on the challenge. With her four arms, it wasn't hard to carry multiple plushes at once over to the table. She placed them down in a disorganized manner and headed back to the ball pool.

Thinking about the challenge, Drifblim realized that Farfetch'd could copy her. However, she doubted that it will make a huge difference in time.

Drifblim kept expanding her lead, throwing duplicate plushes away and bringing new ones to the table. Soon enough, she got thirty of them.

Farfetch'd rushed inside and Pancham gave the same explanation, annoying the finalist.

Driflim hurried through the sorting process after Farfetch'd arrived. She got the pre-merge eliminations done already.

"We shall catch up, Drifblim. Plushes love us, evident from our claw machine expertise. Just you watch!" Farfetch'd asserted, batting the plushes to the table accurately like a true expert. He didn't even need to leave the ball pool.

Drifblim refrained from panicking. She was still in the lead. Due to great concentration, Drifblim finished the challenge first.

"Finish! Check it!" Drifblim shouted, raising her arms up excitedly.

Pancham came to inspect the table, stopping momentarily between Grovyle and Skrelp.

"You could have placed the Grovyle and Skrelp plushes more gently. This shows that you're very jealous of their success. Most likely, you rigged the votes to get rid of them." Pancham analyzed with premature assumptions. Drifblim constantly reminded herself that he was just a kid. A very bratty kid.

"Otherwise, you're correct. I'm astounded that you can count." Pancham spoke lowly and condescendingly of her, handing a pink key over half-willingly.

"Wow, counting is rocket science." Drifblim mimicked Oddish's voice before snatching the key, leaving quickly. Seemingly, she had an idea of where to use it.

Pancham laughed after she was gone, finding the joke funny. However, he quickly stopped and returned to his cold demeanor once Farfetch'd gave him looks.

"We finished as well!" Farfetch'd called Pancham over. The bratty kid didn't say much this time, throwing the key to Farfetch'd after he finished checking.

Farfetch'd quickly left the sports facility. Immediately after he exited the Guest Gate, Drifblim used Fly against him. She knocked his key away and rushed to grab it.

"I see you, thief. I give you, grief!" Farfetch'd recovered, dashing to the key before Drifblim could get her hands on it.

"What the-" Drifblim was shocked by how fast he was. Farfetch'd punished her in the name of justice, striking her down with dual Night Slash. Drifblim would have another 'fun' session with the masseur.

Confessional

Farfetch'd: "Unlike Drifblim, we want a clean victory. That's why we didn't steal her key."

Drifblim: "Damn it! I *beep* messed up. I need to bounce back immediately!"

Farfetch'd inserted the key and turned on the Crawdaunt truck, shifting gears. Putting on the seatbelt and revving up the engine, he began his final journey. Using Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick to turn the wheels, he experienced some difficulty driving. Moreover, he seemed a bit lost.

"Mr. Stalk, any ideas?" Farfetch'd decided to ask his trusty guardian. "Use the GPS? Aha, I see."

Farfetch'd turned on the GPS and set it to find Skarmory but it found no matching results. Insurance, Brawk Hawk, Churro and Churro Ring didn't work either.

However, Psycho Churro Ring did work.

Listening to the route instructions, Farfetch'd nodded. First, he needed to travel back to the snowy mountain and took a sharp turn to the left. After traveling for a few kilometres, he would see a road that would lead him to Skarmory.

With a decent lead, Farfetch'd seemed relaxed until…

"Oops." Farfetch'd bumped the truck against a tree. Despite being a multi-talented professional, Farfetch'd was only an amateur driver. Maybe, if he held the wheel the conventional way, things could have been much easier.

Things were uneventful until Farfetch'd reached the road. Snow faded from the geography. Maple leaves fluttered whimsically. Lush green hills pointed toward the beach on the other side of Skarmory Island.

Farfetch'd could only absorb in the beautiful scenery briefly as the green truck appeared in the wing mirror. Drifblim drove her vehicle like a speed demon. With four arms, she controlled her truck miles better than Farfetch'd.

Drifblim opened her mirror and blasted Shadow Ball at Farfetch'd's back wheel. The truck spun out of control and Farfetch'd kicked the door opened furiously.

"You'll face our retaliation for hurting Mr. Crazy Crawdaunt Truck!" Farfetch'd released his wrath in the form of Air Slash. Drifblim blasted Shadow Ball to cancel it out. She soon speeded past Farfetch'd.

"See you in the finish line!" Drifblim waved as she maneuvered past the Crawdaunt truck successfully.

"Mr. Speed Limit Sign is going to get you, just you wait!" Farfetch'd yelled loudly, running after Drifblim.

Drifblim closed the mirror and fixed her eyes on the road, smiling. She soon reached a bumpy part where the road either sloped up or sloped down. Looking at the wing mirror, she widened her eyes.

Farfetch'd rode Mr. Stalk like a skateboard, performing several tricks and flips mid-air. He was catching up fast.

"Screw Farfetch'd and his zany ideas." Drifblim muttered, accelerating faster.

Farfetch'd hurled many Air Slashes at the Flygon truck, forcing Drifblim to keep making sharp turns. She nearly crashed into a tree once.

Passing a 64 mph speed limit sign safely, Drifblim felt light relief inside her body. Farfetch'd started smiling mischievously.

The professional skateboard player used Ms. Stick's Slash to chop the speed limit sign off and threw it toward Drifblim's truck.

The education minister wasn't taught to follow the law. Instead of obeying the speed limit, Drifblim made another sharp turn to avoid it. She sighed in relief once it flew past her.

Surprise, surprise, it returned like a boomerang and pierced through the Flygon front tire.

"Goddamnit!" Drifblim's truck came to a halt just before the final stretch. Drifblim stormed out and tore four sturdy maple tree branches to use as weapons. She blocked Farfetch'd's path to victory.

Farfetch'd stopped skateboarding and confronted her with his duel weapons.

"I guess this is where it all ends. The final showdown between us. Will the villain or the hero wins? I'm so excited!" Drifblim looked exhilarated, cleansing her fears away.

"We both wield light and darkness, Drifblim. May the stronger one prevails!" Farfetch'd prepared an offensive stance.

"Oh, I already know that. However, the viewers think differently. Not everyone sees all the good and bad in others. The only thing definite in this case is strength. The strength that I'll use to fulfill my life-long dream!" Drifblim voiced with passion.

Farfetch'd sprinted and performed dual diagonal slashes. Drifblim blocked both with two branches and used the other two to stab Farfetch'd. However, he jumped and grabbed them with his feet, pulling Drifblim closer for Mr. Stalk's Night Slash.

"Ah!" Drifblim pulled back after sustaining some damage. The ghost girl minimized herself this time and charged at Farfetch'd with Fly. The war minister found it very difficult to hit her.

Drifblim returned to her original size in close range and jabbed Farfetch'd repeatedly with the four branches before knocking him away with one last quadruple horizontal blow. Seeing a huge opportunity, she headed to the finish line. The education minister acknowledged that she couldn't beat someone with war experience realistically.

Farfetch'd quickly recovered and skateboarded, traveling at a faster speed than Drifblim.

The ghost girl knew she would lose at this rate. She only got one chance.

Drifblim remembered the first time she competed in dart throw and won. It was liberating. It showed her that she had what it takes to rise above and beyond everyone. It formed a foundation for her confidence.

Strategizing was like playing dart throw to her sometimes. Each dart was like a method or plan. Some might be pointier, smaller or heavier than others. Choosing the right one was essential. Next, she would observe her target, getting a rough estimate of the area and distance. The point distribution, risk and reward, etc.

The most exciting part was the fact that not everything could be controlled. No matter how much she planned meticulously, the wind could suddenly ruin her shot. The unpredicatability factor was one of the main reasons why she loved gameshows. Now, she was a part of it…

"Farfetch'd, the Branch Brothers are going to take you down!" Drifblim sounded determined.

"Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick are going to give them grief!" Farfetch'd shouted confidently.

Drifblim threw her first branch…

…

Farfetch'd smacked the youngest branch brother away with Ms. Stick.

…

Skarmory saw the finalists, engrossed with beak wide-opened.

…

Drifblim hurled her second branch with more vigor.

…

Farfetch'd blasted it the unlucky branch brother into pieces with Air Slash.

…

Drifblim faked throwing the third branch to disconcert Farfetch'd before doing it for real.

…

Farfetch'd performed a jump, flipping a full rotation. The middle branch brother missed.

…

Drifblim swung the fourth branch at Farfetch'd since he got dangerously close to overtaking her.

…

Farfetch'd got hit to the face, wobbling a bit.

…

Drifblim charged Fly and boosted ahead with the last of her strength.

…

Farfetch'd regained his balance and blazed ahead with all he got.

…

They were neck and neck.

…

Skarmory couldn't contain his excitement. They were only inches away from the garden bridge.

…

Farfetch'd made a jumping dive to the finish line before Drifblim.

Drifblim sank down in depression, crying endlessly.

"It's *beep* over! I barely *beep* lost. How can I live my life now?!" Drifblim pounded the ground in penitence.

Instead of celebrating right away, Farfetch'd crouched down to console Drifblim.

"Drifblim, you should be proud of yourself to make it this far. Unlike other villains, you have the most heart. We respect you. You wouldn't accept an easy victory, albeit you would accept a dirty one. The destination isn't what matters the most. It's the journey. You should cherish the memories you have made here." Farfetch'd caressed her with Mr. Stalk.

Drifblim suddenly laughed hysterically, slowly wiping her tears away. Had she really lost it? Gradually, a knowing grin grew on her face.

"Drifblim wins the finale of Total Skarmory Island!" Skarmory announced officially and Farfetch'd was stumped.

The camera transitioned to a flashback, showing mostly images with voices during certain parts. There were texts added for clarification occasionally.

Drifblim lighted up Braviary's clue with the lighter inside the storage. Shiinotic looked very impressed to see her figuring things out this fast.

The invisible ink revealed the following:

"Alakazam told me that whenever he felt sad, his wife would buy a bottle of champagne for him. I already brought him one but I think he wants to accept it from his saviors." Signed by Skarmory.

Drifblim turned to Shiinotic, who kept her face natural. She had her suspicions confirmed now. This challenge had more than meets the eye.

Give, Guest Gates

Interns, Intern's Intimidation, Insurance

An, A = Alakazam

Break, Break Bypass, Brawk Hawk

Give Intern Alakazam a Break

Psycho Churro Ring, Psycho = Psychic

Other than this, it also hinted that the interns would give out clues regarding the true objective of the finale challenge.

Drilbur: "Fire and paper…"

Ursaring: "One letter makes a lot of difference…"

Palossand: "A big, big hug!"

There were more hints but the viewers were encouraged to watch the finale again to find out for themselves.

Back to the question, how did Drifblim win?

Drifblim attacked Farfetch'd after he exited the final Guest Gate with the intention of wanting to be teleported to Cherry Blossom Sushi. Drifblim feared that Farfetch'd would follow her or find it suspicious that she didn't head to the parking lot.

After she survived through the masseur's torture, she took a bottle of champagne from the restaurant and used the pink key to open the control room.

Giving the bottle of champagne to Alakazam, the psychic returned her a favor by teleporting her to the finish line.

However, Drifblim wanted to create a twist for the viewers. Therefore, she asked to be teleported back even though she already won.

Next question, who drugged most of the interns to sleep? Snorlax?

No, it was Alakazam as well. With his teleportation and psychic abilities, he left no evidence. Snorlax just wanted to take the credit to promote his classes.

Why did Alakazam had such a huge role in this challenge? You see…

The camera reversed back to yesterday's night. Alakazam was in the control room, watching the footage where the other interns were fighting Raticate and Chef Drapion for him. Those that weren't drugged to sleep were those fighting bravely in the front lines. Alakazam's motive was to help those interns earn extra money and make the challenge easier for the finalists that saved him.

Wimpod was a special case. While he didn't fight for Alakazam, he quickly alerted everyone and coordinated their efforts against those two traitors.

The camera went back further, showing a touching, unreleased scene from the previous episode.

Alakazam walked slowly to his three saviors. Grounding his feet on land, he felt humbled. He would never expect to appreciate the dirt on his feet or the soft wind brushing against his shoulders. To be able to breath the air freely after being stuffed into the trash bag was such a… luxury.

The psychic held precious photos of his family in his right hand.

A young Abra boy wore a blue cap backward alongside a blue and yellow stripes shirt. He played with a yo-yo in his hand. Unlike the rest of his species, he looked really carefree, easy-going and athletic.

A female Alakazam stood next to the boy, placing her hand over his shoulders. Even without accessories or clothes, she could express herself through her sharp but considerate eyes, her tidy mustache and well-placed feet.

A newborn Abra girl was inside a baby wrap carrier, held by her mother. She was still young, pure and innocent. A child in her earliest stages. With closed eyes and a pacifier, she was immune to the dark influences of the world.

Lastly, Alakazam levitated behind but, above them. It represented his occupational style fittingly. A behind-the-scenes professional with a lot of influence but little to no public exposure.

The professional inside Alakazam wondered if it was really appropriate for him to thank the contestants this upfront. Perhaps, he should just send a gift card to each of them as a thank you gift without showing his face. The psychic felt a bit uncomfortable in this social situation. Regardless, he no longer got a choice. The three noticed him.

Drifblim pulled back from the group hug, looking relieved.

"Thank god, Alakazam. You and your face survive!" Aromatisse was delighted.

"Alakazam, Ms. Stick is wondering why you're standing like a statue. Need to go to the infirmary?" Farfetch'd asked with concern.

Alakazam dragged his feet unsophisticatedly over to them, eyes watering. Reaching them, he collapsed on their arms gracelessly, formality and dignation thrown away. He arranged his words and practiced speaking for so long. However, he could only say insufficient primitive words in application. Basic but meaningful.

"Thank you, thank you…" Alakazam repeated, sobbing.

"Alakazam, this is embarrassing. What will the viewers think of you?" Drifblim seemed flustered.

"You three saved me. On behalf of my family… Thank you." Alakazam expressed his eternal gratitude, showing them the photos.

"Alakazam, what a beautiful family you have. I might be scared at first but if I get the option, I will risk my life to save you again." Aromatisse teared up as well.

"Your Abra daughter is so young. I would do anything to make sure she sees her father again." Farfetch'd cried empathetically, reminded of his own plight.

"At first, I thought of you as only a cold, distant psychic but now… I see you as a loving father. Forgive me for seeing you in the wrong light, Alakazam." Drifblim wept freely.

The four felt the bliss of living. Surviving a near death experience, they would all live their lives to the fullest from now on.

The camera returned to the present. Upon getting tricked, Farfetch'd became menacingly silent. He glared at both Skarmory and Drifblim but said nothing, lowering his head to Mr. Stalk and Ms. Stick.

"Farfetch'd, I know I don't have any right or place to say this but you should be proud of yourself too. Despite having a mediocre social game, you made it this far. You 've proven yourself to be able to win the game. You just got unlucky." Drifblim consoled.

Farfetch'd returned silence, refusing eye contact. Drifblim frowned guiltily, viewing the scenery to ease up the awkwardness.

It was a traditional garden with wooden bridges connecting several areas together. Ponds were fresh with lily pads. Fern bushes populated in abundance. Rare silver thorn trees stood out among the maple and palm trees. A small garden pagoda with a long bench and pillows could be seen in an area surrounded by a large pond.

"Skarmory, I like the setting and all but it looks rather empty. Like is it just the three of us in this oversized garden?" Drifblim didn't seem to be in the mood to celebrate. Skarmory smirked.

"Why don't you close your eyes? I will lead you to a special place." Skarmory instructed.

"Alright. Don't push me down the pond to drown just because you don't want to pay the million." Drifblim said sarcastically, closing her eyes. Skarmory chuckled. Farfetch'd looked slightly tempted by the idea.

Skarmory pushed her across the bridge, then the next, then another one. Drifblim started to feel impatient, eyes shaking until she clenched them shut. Eventually, Skarmory transferred her to someone, leaving with Farfetch'd.

"Don't open your eyes yet. Turn around." Shiinotic ordered.

Drifblim obeyed and Shiinotic fit her through some sort of fabric. She could feel her skin touching against rich layers of silk. Afterwards, a veil was placed over her head for some reason.

The anticipation was killing her. Drifblim wondered if this was some sort of punishment or humiliation she would need to endure as the winner. There were gameshows that ended like that. However, this was Total Skarmory Island after all. Maybe, she should expect something unique.

"Open your eyes." Skarmory instructed and Drifblim opened them slowly…

White chairs were placed to the sides…

Pots of purple orchids lined up the wedding aisle…

A white wedding aisle runner with green mole footprints led to the silver wedding arch with bronze stripes…

Through the wedding arch, a crystal-clear pond shone elegantly.

Drifblim gasped as she realized she was wearing a silver wedding dress. The wedding ceremony was crowded by all contestants (excluding Rhydon and Lucario) and several interns. Ariados stood with Alakazam near the wedding arch. The groom wore a black and red suit. He waved to his bride in joy with his front left leg, an amethyst ring attached to it.

The contestants and interns alike clapped, congratulated and cheered for her.

"Congrats, Drifblim. I can't wait to see the wedding ceremony. Let's get started!" Houndour shouted eagerly.

"Yeah, let's get this party rockin'!" Heracross agreed, clapping loudly. "Free food and drinks!"

"Girl, I'm proud of you. You look very fabulous today." Aromatisse commented.

"With your perspicacious understanding of the game and outstanding strategies, you deserve to win the most, Drifblim. Your game is completely on a different level than us." Bisharp admitted.

"I totally agree. Without you, our alliance got no redeemable qualities." Archeops nodded. Skrelp looked annoyed but said nothing. She focused her eyes on the book, ignoring the ceremony.

"You got so many cool techniques." Machoke gave a thumb up. "Teach me some."

"Add me in your friendlist!" Jumpluff requested.

"The odds are in your favor. I'm glad that you win." Duosion smiled.

"Yippee. Woo." Shedinja showed some emotion.

"You're such a badass, girl!" Cryogonal complimented.

"You're very brave to face karma and Farfetch'd head on. Nearly everyone respects you." Nosepass told.

"I hope you two are happy forever." Ledyba wished.

"Be happy together. I hope you won't meet me at my office." Meowth alluded to his divorce lawyer status.

Drifblim kept being showered by compliments and positive words from most. A certain few didn't say anything, looking bitter. The superfan could never imagine to live through this marital felicity moment in a million years, especially in her favorite gameshow.

"You must be kidding. What the hell is going on here, Skarmory?! What kind of Total Drama ends like this? And why am I being praised and looked up to after antagonizing so many of you?" Drifblim asked in disbelief.

"Your marriage, silly." Furret replied for the first part, smiling with nostalgia.

"What's stopping me from ending it like this? Money is something temporary. You use it and it's gone. Aren't you tired of the same prizes being offered again and again? This will stay with you forever as a priceless memory. It's permanent." Skarmory explained.

Farfetch'd spoke for the last part. Drifblim turned to him, shocked.

"Like we said Drifblim, everyone has light and darkness. What dictates whether you are a good Pokemon or not depends on which outweighs the other. We really hate that you toyed with me, Drifblim, both with Mr. Stalk and the final result. However, you also opened my eyes and saved Alakazam. You only antagonized others because of your passion for this game. In addition, you did so with no ill-will. Things got out of your control a few times but that's all in the past. I think it's safe to say your light outweighs your darkness. We forgive you." Farfetch'd forsook any grudges he held against Drifblim and smiled freely, knowing his girlfriend and everyone else would be proud of him.

Bisharp smiled before beckoning Farfetch'd to sit next to him. Farfetch'd returned a friendly face, occupying three seats to Bisharp's right.

It was decided that Aromatisse would be Drifblim's bridesmaid. The fairy type inserted an amethyst ring through one of her arms and gave her a bouquet of purple orchids. With an encouraging push, Aromatisse sent her friend off.

Drifblim floated to Ariados with an overjoyed expression, her cheeks glistened with tears. She couldn't believe this, even in her wildest dreams. Reality settled in and she couldn't be happier. Ariados shared a similar reaction.

"Do you like the wedding? I design it myself. If you are curious about what happens in case you lose, the ceremony will look very gloomy and depressing." Ariados informed.

"Definitely! You know me better than everyone else." Drifblim looked at him apologetically after a sudden thought entered her mind.

"I'm sorry for lying about our relationship. You know that I'm insecure about my normal self. I always need to put on a mask in these types of things." Drifblim averted her eyes.

"It's okay. I understand you. It won't make me love you any less." Ariados caressed her face, wiping her tears away. "Shall we begin?"

Drifblim nodded. "I'm relieved that a professional is taking care of this event." She addressed Alakazam. The psychic chuckled.

"My apologies. I'm only the groomsman." Alakazam bowed his head and left. Drifblim widened his eyes as Skarmory replaced him on the stage, holding a cup of coffee with his talon.

"Great, our lovely unprofessional host." Drifblim mumbled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this special event where we witness love being brewed like a cup of coffee." Skarmory took a sip before continuing. "I'm MC Skarmory, the master of ceremonies for today's event."

The audience chuckled, amused by his atypical hosting skills. Furret's cheeks turned pink a little but she had a wide grin on her face.

"I hope that our couple here…" Skarmory turned to them and sipped his coffee again. "…can burn through the snowy area with their flames of love. Can reconcile with each other when the desert area heats arguments between them. Can face their biggest fears in the haunted area side by side. Whenever you fall, I hope one helps the other by finding the silver Skarmory statue that whips up the second wind."

Drifblim rolled her eyes. Deep inside, she actually preferred Skarmory over Alakazam as the MC.

"Let's get to the point. Ariados, will you accept Drifblim as your forever legally wedded wife until the finale of the finale dawns upon both of you?" Skarmory asked.

"Of course, I do. We will reign as the power couple forever." Ariados answered, gazing into Drifblim's euphoric eyes.

"Drifblim, will you accept Ariados as your forever legally wedded husband until the world collapses alongside the gameshow industry?" Skarmory asked abnormally.

"I do. I'll take care of him forever." Drifblim vowed, closing her eyes and pushing her face forward. The two embraced in the climactic kiss of Total Skarmory Island and Drifblim threw the bouquet up into the air.

Some girls squealed as they rushed to catch it first. Aromatisse jumped up and seized it before Jumpluff.

"Aw, we won't get married next." Jumpluff frowned.

"It's superstitious. Don't pay too much attention to it." Bisharp spent some time consoling her. Out of all the couples, they got the most uphill battle.

"Now, we proceed to the reward ceremony." Skarmory signaled to Alakazam. The psychic snapped his fingers and the 1,000,000 P check got teleported to Drifblim. Lurantis snapped a few pictures before Drifblim gained everyone's attention.

"I want to thank everyone for being so kind, forgiving and benevolent today. It means a lot to me. As you know, I really love this show. However, I really do regret causing a few incidents indirectly. They have caused me a lot of remorse and I prefer to not go into detail as to provoke any bad memories. Therefore, I think I will retire from competing in gamshows for good and only analyze them from now on." Drifblim publicized. Ariados widened his eyes but soon nodded in solemn understanding.

"Well, you can be an intern instead." Skarmory said out of the blue.

"What?!" Drifblim looked shocked.

"Come on, too scared to compete among our ranks? Just accept it right away." Ursaring encouraged.

"I'm very curious to see what else you can bring to the show. Join, Drifblim." Shiinotic peer pressured.

"Miss, no pressure." Abomasnow toned down the peer pressuring. The two gave him looks.

Drifblim discussed about it with Ariados before reaching a conclusion. Skarmory waited patiently and Drifblim soon turned to him.

"After everything you have done, I can't reject the offer. I will gladly join be an intern to step up the quality of your show." Drifblim accepted with pleasure.

"Perfect." Skarmory moved his eyes to the other finalist. "Farfetch'd, as the runner up, I will offer two prizes for you to choose. One, take a scholarship of 100,000 P or two, work as the chef for me and get paid the same amount."

Farfetch'd consulted with his guardians before answering. "Since we can't trust common chefs to cook food in gameshows nowadays, we decide to accept the second offer so that the contestants next season will be well-fed."

Magikarp, Feebas, Machoke, Grovyle, Archeops and Meowstic were all ecstatic to hear this.

Aromatisse sighed to herself as the finalists got their prizes. She didn't want to be greedy and ask for one since she already got the bouquet but it still sucked to be third place.

Skarmory saw Aromatisse's envious look and smirked.

"Alakazam, give the final prize to Aromatisse." Skarmory ordered and Aromatisse felt excitement crawling on her skin. Please, god, please…

"Milady, I have heard tales of your bravery and would like to fly an arrow straight through your heart." Decidueye was the final prize. Aromatisse squealed and hugged him. Shiinotic shrugged to the camera, shaking her head.

"Before the wedding feast starts, can everyone please take a final picture together on the stage?" Skarmory requested, beckoning all of them.

Larvitar got dragged up and forced to behave by Helioptile.

Machoke prepared his pose, spreading his arms widely like a wall.

Darmanitan lifted cardboard Lucario up with Smeargle. Both frowned slightly.

Nosepass lifted cardboard Rhydon up all by himself. Wimpod watched and felt ashamed of himself. He basically gave up on the finale challenge unlike other interns. Only if he could do something else other than creating the credits… Perhaps, if he could only create the credits, he should try to make the best one ever so far.

Couples stood near each other, holding each other's limb or hugging.

Skrelp distanced herself from everyone.

Oddish drooled and the contestants gave her dirty looks.

Grovyle and Dedenne felt awkward standing close to each other.

Snorunt shifted away from the corner with some confidence after receiving encouragement from Helioptile.

Tyrunt whined about feeling hungry and Electabuzz scolded him.

Heracross linked arms with Miltank.

Meowth made himself look presentable, putting on a suit.

Meowstic glared at Scolipede.

Archeops congratulated Drifblim, standing next to her.

Farfetch'd prepared his defensive stance, putting his guardians close to him.

Snorlax dabbed. Abomasnow held a cup of coffee and put on a soft smile. Shiinotic held her ace between her fingers, placing it close to her cheek for a pose. Lurantis lifted her hands up, worshipping the sun. Druddigon put his fist forward. Ursaring held his chin. Drilbur struggled to breath as Palossand squeezed him tightly. Dusclops smiled bittersweetly at the married couple. Haunter and Gengar put on their shades and glasses. Alakazam relaxed, not worrying too much about his image.

Furret wrapped herself around Skarmory. The host performed an X shape with his wings.

"Everyone, say after me. Total Skarmory Island. Be as loud as possible. Show tremendous amount of energy and love to the viewers. Let's do this!" Skarmory prompted.

"Total Skarmory Island!" Everyone shouted in unison deafeningly and the camera took a picture of them. An everlasting piece of memory.

The credits rolled, revealing the real names and labels.

The camera zoomed to Wimpod's tiny desk in the office. He was editing the finale credits.

VJ the Credit Creator

The camera dived inside Wimpod's computer. Bisharp was seen reeling up a huge Gyarados on the dock. Magikarp and Feebas watched from the beach with awe.

Silena the Ugly Fish

Nokki the Wise Weakling

Baron the Burdened Strategist

Jumpluff congratulated him, taking a picture of his accomplishment.

Jupy the Social-Addicted Ditz

Grovyle photobombed the picture, blowing kisses to the camera. Bisharp and Jumpluff looked annoyed, leaving.

'Good Guy' Gevui

Grovyle spread his imaginary wings and flew to the firmament, dropping angelic feathers. One fell on top of Houndour's head, who was having a date with Duosion under the giant tree. The psychic commented about the rare probability of that happening.

Orthros the Daybreak Angel

Duolect the Statistical Historian

Somewhere in the forest area… A different feather fell on Ledyba's Pokepuff and Scolipede took it away immediately, verbalizing about how dangerous it would be to eat it. Ledyba sighed.

Ledybante the Optimist

Scalopid the Skeptic

Meowth collected the feathers and sold them at ridiculously high prices in Toucannon Island.

Monigan the Businessman

Dedenne came to Meowth's store and ranted about his unfair practices. Meowth held his head, having a headache.

Rafi the Faire Square

In Loser Island, Oddish was watching Meowstic's magic show, drooling. The magician chanted random spells and a feather fell inside Oddish's mouth. Meowstic widened her eyes in surprise, celebrating as Oddish coughed it out.

Oddiette the Odd Idiot

Marieke the Filthy Fraud

Larvitar pushed Snorunt down in the camp area, laughing. Heliotile chased him with a feather, threatening to tickle him. After Larvitar ran away like a coward, Helioptile lifted Snorunt up and the ice type gave her thanks.

Lex the Wimpy Bully

Zipzolon the Supportive Friend

Nina the Shy Detective

Lurantis started doing her sun choreography, dancing and slashing the feathers beautifully scorching.

Solsume the Sunchild

Smeargle gave a thumb down to this crappy movie about feathers. She left the cinema without taking the bag of popcorn with her. Snorlax came and looked left and right before taking the bag, snacking happily.

Sanook the Film Enthusiast

Soy the Hungry Tutor

Skrelp tutored Pancham about a wide variety of subjects in the dormitory. The kid listened attentively.

Silla the Cold-Hearted Counselor

Darmanitan sang karaoke with Greninja and Infernape. The screen froze because of the extreme chilliness.

Darmani the Chill Fanboy

The ice shattered and Drilbur was seen fighting Farfetch'd with his dual swords in the snowy area. The two traded blows relentlessly.

Daraka the Dual Damage Dealer

Frim the Anti-Social Freak

Another swordfight occurred high in the sky. Shedinja struck Trumbeak off the airship, overthrowing the captain successfully. To celebrate, he pulled cardboard Cryogonal in for a kiss. This made the real Cryogonal jealous, ripping the cardboard into pieces before smacking Shedinja with her snow chain. The ghost bug laughed it off before the screen burst into flames.

Trevor the Pirate

Shinji the Apathetic and Abandoned

Cris the Fiery Orphan

Aromatisse sweated as she found Decidueye to be very hot. Shiinotic watched, shaking her head in disapproval.

Aurelia the Fabulous Beauty

Shion the Picky Gambler

Ursaring magically popped out of Shiinotic's ace of spades. In front of him were big bold white letters. He smashed the 'F' with Hammer Arm and stretched the 'a'.

Ace of Interns Ulysses

Miltank and Heracross was having a great time pummeling casino machines into disposable garbage.

Milkaela the Farm Brute

Heracules the Street Punk

Tyrunt ran away from Palossand in Loser Island's beach. He was about to get squeezed until Archeops swooped down to save him. Before Tyrunt could thank her, Electabuzz took him away. Archeops scratched the back of her head sheepishly.

Tyrone the Spoiled Gamer

Archangle the Defeatist Leader

Elevin the Extrovert-Introvert Inventor

Pugs the Hugger

Machoke picked up the Pyukumuku and used his Super Secret Lucky Throw Technique. Every single shot landed inside the basket. Machoke celebrated obliviously, thinking he accomplished everything by himself. In reality, Alakazam helped him from a distance.

Machique the Oblivious Technician

Achariya the Genius

Dusclops was just sweeping the haunted mansion nonchalantly until Gengar approached him at high speed, escaping from Nosepass in his Nosepassario costume. Haunter was recording everything behind the ghostbuster. The janitor blasted Shadow Ball at Gengar, blasting him inside Nosepass' vacuum cleaner.

Gerry the Janitor

Gary the Prankster

Harry the Passive Onlooker

Paolo the Timid Coward

Abomasnow refilled Skarmory's cup of coffee and the MC continued to host the wedding between Ariados and Drifblim. Furret seemed very proud of him. The rest of the wedding would be shown in the bonus episode.

Ahoobeens the Coffee Prince

Driflys the Gameshow Fanatic

Byungak the Host

Esque the Pokemon Resources Manager, Executive Editor, Challenge Tester and Emotional Support

As a visitor, Druddigon laughed mockingly at Raticate and Chef Drapion. The chef smacked Raticate on the head for getting them charged with attempt murder.

Druddio the Vengeful Brute

Rumgum the Sewer Rat

Drakjae the Poisonous Pilferer

Rhydon opened the door to Lucario's gigantic hospital room gently. The professional athlete regenerated quickly, sleeping peacefully on his bed. Rhydon placed a present box next to the hundreds of gifts his fans, fellow contestants and sponsors brought to him. After staring at Lucario guiltily, the rock type quietly left and Lucario woke up not long after.

Mariano the Enigmatic Observer

Lukas the Hero of Darkness, the Aura Beast, the Professional Athlete and Beloved Leader

Turning his head to the table close to him, he found a picture Skarmory left. Taking a look, it was the picture of the wedding taken during the finale.

Lucario shed a tear of joy down the picture.

Well, it's finally over! I'm no longer a new writer. I'm now an intermediate one. I recommend you to read through this chapter again. I have hidden a lot of secret messages. For example, the free-for-all took place in the football field because of the idiom moving the goalposts.

I name some of my characters with a reason. For example, Rafi is pretty much Fair just letters being switched around. The Faire Square label means to make/to do square. Faire is a french word.

About Season 2, Drifblim will cast the contestants personally herself so don't worry about them. With what I have planned so far, Season 2 will destroy Season 1.

I try to reflect myself into my writing so you can pretty much tell my personality through reading my stories. I certainly hope all of you review this time. Since I won't be writing for a long while, I will read more stories. If I know you, it is more likely for me to read your stories first. I have worked so hard on this story so I will really appreciate it if the review is long. Tell me your favorite characters, favorite challenge, most hated contestants, setting, plot, overall thoughts and etc.

See you again in 2018 for the bonus episode. Skarmory will go through the entire process of creating the finale challenge, reveal a few audition tapes and replay some footage. You will get to see more interaction between contestants as well as the reveal of two newcomers and two returners. Bye!