Warning: This chapter contains WGDitPC's longest paragraph...you have been warned...
Eighty-Two
Reforming the PC
Previously on What Goes Down in the PC…
The wild CREEPER used SELF-DESTRUCT!
The wild CREEPER used EXPLOSION!
The wild CREEPER used SEED BOMB!
The wild CREEPER used ERUPTION!
The wild CREEPER used FLAME PLUME!
The wild CREEPER used WATER SPOUT!
The wild CREEPER used—
"WE GET IT!" the Pokémon all yelled simultaneous-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!
Meanwhile, on the outside…
Nurse Joy was having a lovely day, currently sitting at the counter while waiting for injured Pokémon to come her way.
Suddenly, the PC burst into flames.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF BLISSEY?!" she shrieked.
Back in the PC box…
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!
QUILAVA, FROGADIER, CHARIZARD, ZOROARK, SERPERIOR—okay, short version, POKEMON OF THE PC fainted!
NARRATING PLATFORM blacked out!
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Reevee21 screamed while the platform blew up.
…in the scramble to prevent ultimate and utter annihilation, all the belongings of the Pokémon were lost…
End flashback.
"Nghgh…what happened…?" Quilava groaned, slowly blinking awake.
The PC box was no more.
All that remained was a huge, black space with green codes running up and down it, not a Dorito or diamond in sight…
…all the Pokémon were strewn about the place in various postures, most gripping to the coding for dear life if that counts.
"Is everyone still alive?" Charizard called out.
"I'm here…" "Barely…" "Nooooo…" "My Gracidea flower…" from the Pokémon.
"Hey, where's Kirlia?" Absol asked, looking around while suspended upside-down.
"This seems familiar…" Zoroark hummed, cross-legged and hanging from the ceiling.
"Forget Kirlia, where's Reev?!" Frogadier yelped.
"There goes stardom…" Fennekin sighed.
"I hope she didn't die—wait, if she was dead, she couldn't be typing this…" Chestnaught pondered, codes wrapped around his wrists and ankles so he was in a near-death-fall pose.
"Have some hope, Chestnaught," Lucario comforted, patting the grass-type's shoulder. "Reevee21 can't die in her own fic, she's in the real world typing this right now."
…Smart dog…
"Thank you…I think."
"What happened to the narrating platform, then?" Serperior asked, coiled around a string of codes.
"Uuuugh…" "Still alive!" "I don't know HOW my data survived that…" "Anybody seen Pittoo?" "IT'S DARK PIT."
"FOUND THEM!" Serperior shrieked, looking up and seeing Percy, Zelda, Agumon, Pit, and Pittoo ("DARK PIT.") suspended above them.
"But where is Reevee21—or whoever that part-Eevee girl is?" Shaymin inquired, perched on top of Chestnaught. "You're very comfy, by the way."
"Err, thanks," Chestnaught scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Eh, she said something about fulfilling the role of Hylia in another fic?" Percy answered. "I don't know, the girl's part lunatic."
I can hear you, ya know!
"But you're a narrator and can't hurt us!" Serperior teased.
Reevee21 promptly made the code holding her snap.
"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH I WAS KIDDING I WAS KIDDING I WAS KIDDIIIIIING!" Serperior screamed.
Satisfied, the vengeful author made her land on Swellow.
"This seems familiar," Swellow chirped with the snake in his wings, held by a string of coding around his waist.
"Very…very familiar…" Serperior hummed, squinting off into the distance.
REEVEE21 used AMNESIA!
Hey, there you are! What took you so long?
MESS OF CODING used NIGHTMARE on DISEMBODIED VOICE! It was super effective!
Oh, I see. And you only talk through Pokémon moves?
DISEMBODIED VOICE used AGREE!
More or less, anyway.
"While you two disembodied voices are chatting, we're hanging by our lives with no army to help us!" Fennekin barked.
"What about your Pikmin army?" Frogadier asked, in an I-came-in-like-a-wrecking-ball pose.
"They were kind of annihilated in the explosion," Fennekin hissed back.
"Aww, you two are like an old married couple!" Flygon cooed.
"WE ARE NOT!" Fennekin argued.
"Sure, Fennekin…" Frogadier smirked, "sure."
FENNEKIN used FLAMETHROWER!
OW!
Its super effective on REEVEE21!
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
"I have a right to flame you if I'm a character, you know," Fennekin stated.
…fine. You're a sent OC so I can't mess with you, anyway.
"While I'm sure we would all LOVE to argue some more with the disembodied voice and Reevee21, can we please get some ground under our feet here? I don't want to know what happened to those poor Cottonee and Pidgey from the other boxes…" Quilava shivered.
REEVEE21 used NASTY PLOT!
You'll see. They just might make an appearance in this "All Hylians go to Heaven" I'm thinking of…
Quilava rose a paw and opened his mouth to speak, only to let it drop while shaking his head.
"LOOK!" Zoroark gasped, pointing to the codes.
Said codes were all forming together again, being woven into a solid floor and walls of a PC again. Soon enough, good ol' Box 15 was back together again—and the Narrating Platform hovering above it, as always! Who could have done such a wonderful deed?!
Meanwhile, in the Pokémon Center…
"Thank you much for fixing our computer!" Nurse Joy thanked.
"No problem!" Ana saluted, licking her mint ice cream. "I happen to know some of these guys, and I'm not one to leave 'em hanging!"
"…oh, hanging on codes, I get it," Nurse Joy nodded slowly.
Wait, how did she know they were hanging on code strands…?
"I know things, Reevee21…I KNOW…" Nurse Joy stated venomously…
…*Backs away*
Back in the newly-rebuilt PC box—
"HEY!" Charizard barked, interrupting her. "New box, new narration! Can you at least pull off some Captain N flair and make it interesting?"
Well, fine then.
*Echo-y effect* Back inside the freshly repaired PC box, "Favorites", the Pokémon are regaining their senses after being in a giant Creeper explosion…
Zoroark whistled in admiration.
"I just noticed something," Chestnaught stated, looking up at the ceiling.
"What would that be?" Absol intrigued, making a rolling motion with his paw for the beginner to continue.
"In the old PC box, the platform was inside the ceiling," he elaborated. "But now, it's hanging above it like the moon from Majora's Mask or something."
Meanwhile, on the narrating platform…
"WHOA, sweet hangout," Pittoey ("Reeveeeeee…") noted.
The place had changed from an office break room to a disk-shaped, wall-lacking, living room sort of area with a silver color scheme and large variety of objects—everything from couches to desks to whiteboards to fridges.
"Oh my gosh, it's BEAUTIFU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-UL!" Reevee21 laughed while on a spinning chair.
"AHA! There you are!" Agumon cheered, jumping onto her lap. "Now, explain something to me."
"Fire away, Fire-breather."
"If the PC box was torn into codes, and if I'm a Digimon mostly made of codes, how come I didn't blow up?" Agumon asked.
"Hmmm…" Zelda hummed, walking over to a whiteboard and sketching out a plethora of math equations, scientific elements, and multiplication tables. "Agumon's DNA is mostly comprised of coding that has formatted into a living creature. The PC box's coding is formed into an inanimate object, a large box, but is thus more resistant to things like a Creeper from Minecraft exploding. That would mean that Agumon is actually more fragile than the box, and that he should have blown up with it. But the explosions took place on the floor of the PC box, in the center, while only the excess firepower reached to heights like the Narrating Platform. So obviously it's because Agumon was not only protected by the narrating platform itself and its residents, but also the large distance between the two, giving him a very high rate of surviving over one billion Creepers exploding in a PC box at once. Capesh?"
Everyone was staring at Zelda with complete 'WTH' expressions.
"…could you repeat that?" Agumon whimpered.
"Agumon's DNA is mostly comprised of coding that has formatted into a living creature—
QUICK, RUN! WHILE YOU STILL CAN! RUN! ESCAPE THE NERDINESS OF THE TRIFORCE OF WISDOM! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
"…something tells me the Narrating Crew is suffering," Lucario hummed, squinting up at the ceiling where shouts of "MAKE IT STOP!" could be heard.
"Meh, I'm sure they're fine," Zoroark shrugged, sipping her freshly-made hot chocolate.
KIRLIA was withdrawn from the PC.
"WHAT?!" several Pokémon shouted.
Zoroark preformed a perfect spit-take all over Flygon, who shot a spit-take back with his coffee, thus creating a long process of spit takes that I don't want to repeat right now.
"What, did something happen between LovingTogetic and Reevee21?!" Frogadier gasped.
"Actually, Kirlia was leaving for a special starring Treecko as some kind of Legend of Zelda parody," Quilava perked. "We'll be seeing her again…"
. . .
. . .
. . .
"…where the heck IS Treecko?!"
Zelda: -giving him a very high rate of surviving over one billion Creepers exploding in a PC box at once. Capesh?"
Pit: THANK HEAVENS, it's over!
Agumon: That there was a lot of science.
Kuro: Inde—REEVEE21, CHANGE THAT NAME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PALUTENA—
HEY! LANGUAGE! VIOLENCE! Keep it K-plus-rated, Dark Pit.
Dark Pit: Thank you.
Percy: Now that we're done pointing weapons at each other's throats, can you get on with the author's note?
Zelda: HAHAHA, you rhymed.
Percy: No I didn't—okay, I might have.
Yea, yea. Anyway, thanks for reading, guys! And by the way, don't take it from Percy, I'M NOT BRITISH!
Percy: If I knew it would have caused such controversy…
But I'd love you all if you could hit that follow/favorite button on your way out, leaving reviews never hurt, and hug those Eevee!
Percy: *Scrolling through reviews* …did you know that pinkdogtag's phone calls you Reeves now?
…whoa…even the electronic devices are starting to call me nicknames…