Eighty-One-
"OH MY GOSH! AN UPDATE! FINALLY!" .
"THE ANGELS ARE SINGING!" Serperior laughed.
Meanwhile, in the narrating platform…
"Again I will be soaring through the skies," Pit hummed under his breath, "my enemies, I dish 'em up in a stir-fry!"
Back in the PC box…
"…quite literally, apparently," Serperior blinked.
"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Frogadier howled.
"Take what? This craziness? Me neither," Absol growled.
"NO, I mean the infrequent updates! Thing about it; when was the last time Reevee21 actually updated twice in a week?!"
The Pokemon stared. Flygon left to check a calendar briefly, finally answering, "I don't think we ever kept track."
"IT'S BEEN A WHILE, HASN'T IT?!" Frogadier shouted. "Just you wait; soon enough, this book will be ABANDONED!"
"GASP!" all the Pokemon inhaled deeply.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA. Whoa," Fennekin interrupted. "While I do agree that she's been updating less and less, and I know that we all hate that, we need to give her some elbow room! She's a teenager in school, who is working on about five other fics that all need love!"
"But it's the CHRISTMAS BREAK!" Frogadier argued.
"IT'S SUNDAY!" Fennekin barked back.
"ALL THE MORE REASON FOR HER TO UPDATE!"
"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE COMING UP WITH THESE CHAPTERS!"
"BUT I'M THE ONE STUCK IN THEM! YOU'RE JUST ARGUING AGAINST ME FOR FUN, AREN'T YOU?!"
"SO MAYBE I AM! BUT WITH MY AUTHOR OFF THE LINE, REEV'S THE ONLY CHANCE AT STARDOM I GOT!"
"IT'S 'I HAVE'!"
"EEEENNNOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—" Quilava shouted, firing a Flamethrower into the air, "—UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"
"…that was a full ten seconds," Kirlia added weakly.
"LISTEN!" Quilava continued. "It doesn't matter what we do, all this senseless arguing is just going to take up chapter space!"
The Pokémon glanced up at the amount of words. "I guess that did take a while," Frogadier croaked.
"Now LET HER FINISH so we can see what's gonna happen!" Charizard ordered.
Thanks, guys.
"You're welcome," Charizard and Quilava said simutaniously.
AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE THEM! A-hem, anyway…
Eighty-One
Creeper Apocalypse
"Mmm…no, I don't mind extra fat at all…" Kirlia muttered in her sleep. "Yea, I just like those Doritos…those spicy, cheesy Dori—OOF!"
Kirlia promptly rolled off the couch, interrupting her cheesy dream.
"Well EXCUSE ME!" she barked at the sofa.
"Princess," Shaymin added, looking up from where she was curled on a pillow.
"Tsssssssss…"
"What was that?" Kirlia muttered, reaching for her keyblade and slowly turning around…
Coming face-to-face with a Creeper.
"WHAT THE—"
The wild Creeper used SELF-DESTRUCT!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
One hour later…
"Great Arceus, what was that?!" Frogadier yipped.
All the Pokemon were now in a blackened, steaming crater from the Creeper explosion. Kirlia looked especially peeved and was darkly muttering, "that little green-colored, moss-made, explosion-causing son of a Mechon…"
I love Xenoblade references.
"Yea, yea, now explain yourself, Reevee!" Fennekin snapped at the author. "You annialated my beauty sleep!"
Okay then; look around!
"I see a blackened, steaming crater," Chestnaught replied.
At ground level, idiot.
"…Did you call me an idiot?" Chestnaught stated dryly.
"I would start running, girl!" Serperior called up to the platform.
"POINT TAKEN!" Reevee21 yelped as Chestnaught stormed over to her.
Shaymin, who had made it to the top of the crater, looked around. Dozens upon dozens open hundreds upon millions upon BILLIONS of Creepers were all in the PC box, standing around and doing normal Creeper things. You know, looking around, stomping on grass, reading Zoroark's diary—
"GIVE THAT BACK!" Zoroark snapped, stealing it from the creeper.
"Ssssssssssssss…"
"…WELL DARN IT—"
The wild Creeper used SELF-DESTRUCT!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Zoroark fainted!
"Okay, so we've got to get out of here as fast as we can without disturbing the Creepers," Kirlia stated. "Then, one of us will need to go back in and disturb one, which will blow up, blowing up all the other Creepers in the process."
"Wait, why didn't that last one just blow them all up already?" Frogadier asked.
LOGIC has no effect on the PC BOX…
"Oh. Right."
INTENSE NINJA ACTION SCENE!
One intense ninja warm-up scene later…
"Dun dun, da da dun dun, du du dun dun, da da dun dun, du du—dadada, dadada, dadada, DA DA," Frogadier hummed the Mission Impossible theme while traversing, Fennekin following close behind in her ninja outfit.
"Will you SHUT UP?" She hissed. "You're gonna scare a Creeper—"
"Tsss?" a nearby Creeper asked at the mention of 'hissed', walking up to Fennekin.
"Uh…uh…uh…uh," Fennekin stammered.
The Creeper narrowed its eyes and was aobut to take a breath, when…
"SSss! Ts tssss ts sssss!" Frogadier said in Creeper-speak.
"Tss sss? Tsss~!" The Creeper replied in a sing-song hiss, trotting off casually.
"What'd ya tell it?" Fennekin asked.
"That you're my girlfriend and we're just passing through," Frogadier stated, jumping ahead.
. . .
…let's call it ElementalRivalShipping! No, wait, Frogakin sounds cooler! Or maybe Fennadier?
"YOU ARE NOT. SHIPPING. US," Fennekin growled at the author.
Okay, let's leave the love birds alone—
"WE ARE NOT LOVE BIRDS."
-and check back an hour later!
"WELL, that happened," Quilava coughed awkwardly.
"Okay, who volunteers to go back in there and spook a Creeper?" Kirlia asked.
"I shall," Lucario offered.
"No, Lucario, don't go! WE LOVE YOU!" Serperior sobbed.
"…I still need to get Zoroark—"
"Oh, go on ahead."
Lucario opened the door and cautiously stepped around/over/under the Creepers, making it to where Zoroark was climbing out of her crater.
"You should pay more attention to who you are shouting at, Zoroark," Lucario scolded.
"Hey, he was stealing my secrets!" Zoroark grumbled. "…was that too loud—"
"TSSSSSSS…" "TSSSSSSS…" "TSSSSSSS…" "TSSSSSSS…"
"AW CRUD—"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!
Dark Pit: JEESH! I could hear that from way up here!
Percy: Reev? You alright after that beating Chestnaught gave you?
…yea, yea…*coughs up seed*
Agumon: What the huh…?
ANYWHO, thanks for reading, guys! I know I haven't been updating lately, but I'm working on some HUGE projects for both this fic and my others!
Zelda: Like that one adventure you're making Treecko go though?
Yea! HE'S SAVING A WORLD! Be sure to follow/favorite and leave a review on your way out, thank you very much, HUG THOSE EEVEE, I'M OUT OF HERE, GOOD DAY, SIR! *Slams door shut on way out*
Pit: I always show the cook some lo—did I miss something?
Percy: Oh, you know…the box is annialated and Reevee21 is suddenly British, that's all.
Pit: *Double take*…wait, what?