Twenty-three
Truth or Dare, oh no!

"Serperior! Hey, snake lady!" Zoroark yelled.

"What is it?" she moaned, cucumbers on her eyes.

Zoroark had Quilava and Rotom behind her, all but Quilava smiling evilly.

"I just had an epiphany," she answered. "Let's all play (ahem),

TRUTH.
OR.
DARE."

Serperior gasped. "But that never ends well!" she retorted. "Remember the flaming cake incident?"

Flashback…

The house was on fire, children were screaming and crying, and Renee was outside yelling "Quilava, please come out!"

End of flashback.

Quilava shuddered.

"Relax!" Zoroark said. "Nothing bad could come out of it this time! Who wants to start?"

"Oh! Me!" Quilava yelped as they went into the corner of the box. It was evening, and the others were figuring out the Play Station they had found.

"Okay, truth or dare?" Zoroark asked.

"Truth."

"Are you afraid of Psychic types?"

Quilava stopped and started sweating. "Um…yes."

"I KNEW IT!" Serperior yelled, pointing a tail. "Ever since you met that one Espeon-"

"MOVING ON," he interrupted, "its Rotom's turn."

"Okay Rotom, truth or dare?" Serperior asked.

"…dare," he answered, smiling wider.

"…okay, guys what's the dare?" she whispered.

After several whispers, Quilava announced, "Eat a taco!"

"Okay!" he giggled, showing one into his mouth. It dropped to the floor, him being a ghost. Several attempts and Laws of Physics breaking later, he managed to shove it down his throat.

"My turn!" Serperior said. "I chose dare!"

Rotom was about to say something, when Zoroark slammed her arm in his face and spoke instead. "Reenact the banister dare from Unknown."

They all gasped.

"Fine," Serperior muttered.

A little while later…

"Swellow, Flygon, take out Buizel and Treeko's warthog (Humvee jeep). I'll get Frogadier," Charizard ordered.

Rotom, Quilava, and Zoroark watched, trying not to laugh, as Serperior balanced on the staircase banister they had lugged in right next to the guys.

Finally, Serperior flung herself off, yelling "Catch me, Jay!"

Swellow, whose nickname was Jay, looked up and screamed. He quickly dropped his controller, ran to Serperior, and caught her. "Are you alright, Serperior?" he asked, breathless.

"Fine, thanks!" she said, pecking him on the cheek.

Swellow fell over, fainted, as she slithered back up to giggles and high-fives.

After going back into the corner…

"NEVER. EVER. AGIN," Serperior said, gasping in embarrassment.

"Fine, fine!" Zoroark laughed. "It's my turn anyway!"

"Truth or dare?"

"d-dare," she said, stopping from rolling on the ground.

Serperior smirked evilly. "Talk a certain way until someone new comes."

"Okay, which way?" she asked.

"TALK LIKE ZANE."

Quilava's mouth hit the floor. Rotom fell down.

Zoroark gulped, "and how would that be?"

"Basically, talk like an English book," Serperior explained. "only use formal words, no exaggerations, no repeats, no contractions, no screaming, yelling, or any other way of showing excitement, use 'sense' instead of 'see', 'smell', 'feel', 'hear', or otherwise 'you're doomed', no bro, sis, LOL, and use your darkness as his sixth sense."

Zoroark stared. "Challenge," she said, straightening and crossing her arms, "accepted."

"None of those, either."

"Oh come on."

OH NO! The slang-speaking Zoroark going formal? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!
Percy: WHAT MONSTER HAVE YOU UNLEASHED?!
I KNOW, RIGHT?!