Hi again! Just wanted to thank you all for the reviews, they're very motivating. Also, this introduces you to my weird desire to explain things that don't need explaining, if the respawn exposition in the Scout chapter didn't tell you that already. As a result, it's less comedic than the last few chapters have been, but I still hope you enjoy it!

The Pyro awoke to a hand shaking their arm.

"Hey, anyone alive in there?" The Pyro shook their head. "Ah, very funny. At least you're still alive. Woulda been a pain if I followed that crash just to find you dead." The Pyro looked at the arm that had shaken them. It looked like a regular arm, except it was slightly see-through, and there were bubbles flowing underneath it.

"Mmphhh," the Pyro said, rubbing the arm happily.

"Uh…what d'you think you're doing," the voice that the arm presumably belonged to asked. "I mean, I get you're happy to be alive, but that's creepy." The Pyro mumbled happily. "Ok, that's enough," the voice said, and another arm entered the Pyro's view, also with bubbles under its skin, and pried the first arm out of their grip. The Pyro reached for them and mumbled sadly, then dropped their arms to their sides and looked up towards the voice. It was the most beautiful woman the Pyro had ever seen. She had white hair, and wore a white shirt and some overalls, the pants of which were covered with seals. But what made her the most beautiful to the Pyro was that she seemed to glow from inside. Bubbles flowed throughout her body, and, as if she were some sort of prism, every color of the rainbow shone within her. The Pyro looked at her in awe.

To Mokou, it looked more like the Pyro had had an aneurysm. "Hello?" she said, waving her hand in front of the gas mask's eyepieces. "Are you still there?" The mask followed her hand, so she guessed whoever was inside must still be conscious. "Can you understand me? If you can understand me, say something."

The Pyro snapped out of their reverie to respond. "Mmph mph mmphmphmph mph," they said.

"What?"

"Mph mph mphmphmph mph"

"I can't understand you. Could you take off the mask?" The Pyro vigorously shook their head. "Great. Well look, if I can't speak to you I don't really know how to help you."

"Mph mph mmmmph," the Pyro said, looking downcast. Then they raised their head, held up a hand, and said "MMMMPH!" They reached into their pocket and took out what looked like a small green blob with two small black eyes, and plopped it on their head. For a second, nothing happened. Then the Pyro suddenly stiffened and began to shake.

"What the heck? Are you alright?" Mokou said, reaching for the blob. The Pyro held up a hand and shook their head. Mokou frowned, her hand in midair. "This really doesn't seem like it's safe for you," she said. The Pyro shook their head, and then the Pyro suddenly seemed to relax again.

"It is ok," the blob on top of the Pyro said in a monotone voice. "Terry here," the Pyro pointed at the blob, "just had to connect to my speech centers so it could speak properly."

Mokou recoiled a bit. "Wait, you mean that thing," she also pointed to the blob, "is connected to your brain?" The Pyro nodded. "And you're ok with that?"

"I am sorry if this frightens you. This is the only way I can speak with others intelligibly."

"You can't just take off your mask?"

"No." Though Mokou waited, the Pyro refused to elaborate. Eventually the silence got to be too much for her.

"Um…ok then. Well, look, whatever your name is-"

"Pyro."

"Pyro? Really?" The Pyro nodded. "That doesn't seem like a real name, but you know what, whatever, this whole thing is weird in the first place. Anyway, I saw you crash land here, so I thought I'd come by and try and help you out of the forest, since it's kinda my job. But first, do you remember how you wound up here?"

"Yes. The team and I were playing with Merasmus, when he opened the drain on the bathtub and we were all sucked down the drain and would up here."

Mokou raised an eyebrow. "A bathtub. Really."

"Yes," the Pyro said.

"And this bathtub was large enough to hold you and your friends and this Merasmus?"

"Yes. It is very spacious."

"And when the drain was pulled, it took you here to Gensokyou?"

"Apparently."

Mokou suspected that she was dealing with someone who was perhaps just a little bit insane. She had nothing against insane people, hell, she'd been insane at a few points in her life, but they were unfortunately rather difficult to understand. "Right. Well then. Do you have any idea where your friends went?" If they were telling the truth about their friends being dragged along with them, she should probably find them and help them out, if possible. Maybe she'd be able to understand them better than she could understand Pyro.

"No. The drain shot us out in all directions."

Mokou sighed and pulled a cigarette from a pocket in her overalls. She put it to her lips and made a small flame with one hand, making sure to keep it out of sight of the strange person in front of her. Spooking them now would be troublesome, and she didn't feel like trying to run after a crazy person, as they tended to do unpredictable things like jump off tall cliffs or not listen to her when she talked about the dangers of the bamboo forest. Making sure to keep her hand hidden, she lit the cigarette, then put out her hand and inhaled deeply. She found it soothing, and relaxed slightly.

Then she heard a clapping noise, and looked over to find the strange person clapping loudly and bouncing up and down on the soles of their feet, while the strange blob said, in the same monotone voice, "Ooh. Ooh. Do it again. Do it again."

She forgot to exhale, and broke down coughing, tears filling her eyes. "Please," she said, when she was able to speak again, "Don't say things like that in such a monotone voice. It's just wrong."

"But…but…you can create the bubbles and light just from your hands. You are filled with it."

Mokou looked at them, confused. "Bubbles and light?"

The Pyro nodded. "You made the bubble blower blow so many bubbles, and the stickmen shouted hooray."

"The bubble blower? Do you mean this," she asked, picking the cigarette up from the ground where it had fallen after her coughing fit. The Pyro nodded their head. "It was blowing bubbles?"

The Pyro tilted their head to the side, "Of course it was blowing bubbles. That is what a bubble blower is for."

Mokou wondered what could possibly have happened to make this 'Pyro' see fire as bubbles, but quickly gave up. She didn't want to see what would happen if they wandered off on their own. If they set the whole forest on fire, she'd get blamed for it, and then that shrine maiden would come and it would just be a whole big mess. So she decided it would probably be best if she could just find some of Pyro's friends and let them deal with it.

"Ok then, Pyro. So you have no idea where your friends went, huh?" The Pyro shook their head again. "Alright. Well, let's get out of the forest first, the chances of them also landing here are probably pretty low, considering how big Gensokyou is." Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. "How many friends came with you?"

The Pyro began to count on their fingers. "Well, I didn't see them actually come, but there's the fast one, the rocket one, me, the Cyclops, the big one, Engie, the healing one, the jar one, and the sneaky one. Oh, and Merasmus. So that's…" they trailed off.

"That's ten, including you." Mokou whistled appreciatively. "Reimu's gonna be pissed. On the other hand, if they all landed in different places, we're more likely to find one without too much trouble." She shrugged. "Guess we'll see which we encounter first. Follow me," she said, and began walking. The Pyro got up and followed after her, humming to themself. Mokou hoped this wouldn't come back to bite her.

When they were about halfway through the forest, as Mokou reckoned, she felt a brief surge of heat behind her, which quickly vanished. She whirled around to see the Pyro trying their best to look innocent, their hands behind their back and head tilted skyward. "Pyro," she said, as sternly as she could.

The Pyro looked at her. "Yes," the blob said monotonously.

"What was that?"

"What was what."

"That flash of fi-bubbles. Of bubbles behind me."

The Pyro looked down. "Sorry. I was getting bored. I do that to pass the time."

"You made the bubbles?"

"Yes."

Curiosity got the better of her. "How?"

The Pyro looked up at her guiltily and carefully peeled back one of their gloves to reveal some scar-covered, charred skin and a strange device. It looked like a few miniature electric stovetops on each of their fingertips, each with wires connected to a series of small hooks on the finger tips of the gloves, and ones running back to a power source. They demonstrated that when they linked the hooks on both gloves' fingertips together, and then pulled them apart, it triggered the power source and made the stovetops trigger, superheating the air around their fingertips and causing a fireball. "Engie made it for me so I would stop using the hose," he pointed to a device on his back, which looked like nothing Mokou'd ever seen before. "He said it was too distracting. And dangerous, though I don't understand how bubbles are dangerous."

"Trust me, they can be very dangerous," Mokou said. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to blow bubbles at me in here. Just cause you need to focus in this place or else it plays tricks on you, ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Thanks. It's only a bit further." She turned her head back to smile at them. "So hold out until then, ok." The Pyro nodded.

They continued to walk in silence. Eventually they saw the bamboo begin to thin, and after a couple more minutes walked out onto the open plain. "Alright, here we are," Mokou said, sitting down on the grass. "Let's take a short rest."

The Pyro nodded and sat down, picking up a stick from the ground and staring at it intently. Then, their whole body shuddered, and they went completely still, and the blob spoke. "Thank you for letting me take control Pyro. Human," it said, turning towards Mokou. "I would ask your help."

"What'd you do to Pyro?" she asked, suspiciously.

"I asked them if I could take control, as I had an important favor to ask of you. They allowed me to, and are thus currently dormant."

She raised an eyebrow. "Why should I believe you?"

"I have no proof for you. I just wish to make my request and then you can decide." Mokou frowned, but eventually nodded. "Ever since we landed here, I've been faintly sensing the psychic energies of one of my kind. However, when we were in the forest, I couldn't locate them correctly."

Mokou snorted. "Yeah, it'll do that to ya."

"Yes. However, now that we are out, I can sense them clearly. They are over there," the blob said, while the Pyro pointed off towards a distant mountain. "It has been a very long time since I have seen one of my own kind. I would like to see one again."

"That's the Tengu mountain," Mokou said, frowning. "They're pretty protective of their territory, got patrols and everything. Could be difficult to get you there."

"It would be appreciated."

Mokou sighed. "Whatever. It's not like we have any idea where Pyro's friends are anyway. Maybe they'll be there."

"Thank you," the Pyro stiffened and then relaxed once again. Then they wiped a nonexistent tear from under one of the lenses in their gas mask.

"I'm so happy for you, Terry," the blob said, though Mokou recognized that it was the Pyro speaking again.

"S'truly the most touching story in the world. Shall we get going then? S'gonna be a difficult trip." She started walking towards the mountain, and the Pyro quickly followed behind.