Disclaimer: Romantic-Flights: Thanks so much for the favourite and for your lovely review! I'll definitely do that request for you! AND YOU LIKE ALEXIAL'S NUZLOCKE? Woot! Who's your favourite character? Who do you want Alexial to end up with; Brendan or Steven? *Takes a deep breath* Sorry, fangirl moment. X D AshKetchumDarkSide: Yep, I can do that for you. Olih: Thanks!

If any of you have the time, could you please review my nuzlocke (if you haven't done so already) I'd really appreciate it : )

Question: Which anime character would you dress up as for Halloween? (As given to me by Artemis)

My Answer: Um… Probably Misaki from Kaichou wa Maid-Sama. : ) Her maid outfit is so cute. (If I do that, does that mean I get Usui? *shot*)

Characters: Joltik, as requested.

Summary: There are some Pokedex entries that make you wonder. (And ick I hate this so much ; m ; )

Joltik

Joltik: The Attaching Pokemon. Joltiks that live in cities have learned a technique for sucking electricity from the outlets in houses.

I tasted each of Lumpy's tears as they rolled down her face, my tiny pink tongue flicking out to touch her wet cheek.

"Emmet, knock it off," she sniffled, brushing me off. I tumbled off her shoulder and landed on her bedspread. "Just leave me alone."

I stared up at her for the longest while before scuttling off the bed, doing the same thing I always did to cheer her up. Crawling to the outlet in the corner of the room, I unsheathed my fangs, lodging them into the outlet and sucking until I could feel the blood in my veins electrify.

Once I had drank my fill I went to the middle of the room. Checking to make sure that she was watching, I hopped over to the electric train set that sat in the corner, collecting dust.

With one touch of my paw it burst into motion, the locomotive shrilling its whistle and pumping around the broken tracks. I did the same to the disco ball that sat on the rug, transferring the electricity in my body to it.

Once I was done the entire room was a kaleidoscope of colour and motion. Radios talked importantly to themselves, while plugged-in cellphones played ringtones on repeat. Spotlights danced upon the walls, leached of colour due to the sunshine that streamed in through the window; the train went round and round, remote-control cars zooming around it without direction.

And as I sat there, panting and drained, Lumpy did something that made it all worthwhile.

She stopped crying long enough to say, "Thank you."