Eighty-Four
The Home has been Struck

You are now Reevee21. Don't question it, just go with it.

All of the bedroom is staring you down, from your stuffed Creeper sitting next to your laptop on the small, black desk to the various plots you have written down on an easel-placed whiteboard (one of which involves a meat cleaver). (Again, don't question it, just go with it).

You decide to update WGDitPC again, with a few hours to kill and all homework taken care of. Besides, it's Friday. Better celebrate the passing of the week by eating the apple that's been sitting on your desk since your teacher gave it to you for an art assignment!

…

…this apple tastes disgusting. You really should have refrigerated it.

Meanwhile, back in Fanfic land…

You are now Quilava, and it seems like Reevee21 isn't going to update again.

Which is good. Yes, you like updates, but with every update she usually brings some complicated scheme that sends the box into chaos.

So, with no update in the near future, you sink deeper into the couch with a well-deserved "Aaaaaaaaaaahh" and get ready to take a nap.

Since we don't want to watch you sleep for a few hours, we're going to someone much more exciting.

But who? Perhaps Frogadier, currently playing against Fennekin in a game of her weird, suspiciously Froakie-hating game of chess. Or maybe Flygon, who is assaulting his olfactory senses again with the intoxicating odor of coffee for the fifteenth time that day. Yea, let's see what the dragon's up to.

You are now Flygon and OHMYGOSHYOUARESODARNCAFFINATEDRIGHTNOWITSLIKEYOUATEFIFTEENPACKAGESOFCOFFEE-FLAVOREDEXTRA-SUGARYFRUITGUSHERSYOUCOULDRUNFORMILESANDMILESOHMYARCEUSIBETYOUCOULDFLYTOSKYWORLDRIGHTNOWWHICHMIGHTBEGONESINCEBOTHTHEANGELSAREOUTANDTHERE'SNOONETHEREOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH—

Stop.

You are now Zoroark, who is much less hyper and is patiently twiddling her claws while she waits for the next chapter.

"Digadeedadeedadodo, dee, dadededoo…" you blather randomly in a Cotton-Eyed Joe fashion, waiting for something to blow up. "…dedadedadedudedo, dadedede, da dee doo…"

…

Nothing is happening. Your claws continue to twittle, backside against the wall, patiently suspended to see if something is going to blow up.

You really, really want something to blow up.

…it's just like Ike's Eruption, it kind of just…caught on.

Seperior slithers up to you, a perturbed look on her face. She had apparently been trying to make contact with Flygon, who was too high up in cloud caffeine land to hear her.

"Sup, girlfriend?" Zoroark greeted.

"The narrating platform," Serperior answered, a grin crossing her face before she reverted back to seriousness. "Hey, listen, has anything weird happened lately?"

"Nothing like a chapter, no," you sigh back. "Jeesh, I am so bored…"

"I can kind of tell," Serperior blinked, staring at your claws and the faraway look in your eye. "…where do you think Treecko ran off to?"

"What?"

"He's been gone a while now," she listed. "I think the forth wall switch is getting kind of lonely…"

"Yea," you nod to where the forth wall switch is gathering dust. It looks the equivalent of forth-wall-switch-Santa right now, what, with so much white on it.

Speaking of holidays, it's currently February. Which means Valentine's Day. Which means, obviously, that two handpicked 'mon are going to go on a forced date.

But who?

Swellow and Serperior, the inexistent romance?

Frogadier and Fennekin, the lover-hater duo?

Rotom and Beemo, the gender-confused couple?

You have no idea…you have no idea.

Since you have no idea, I'm going to switch you to Frogadier.

You are now Frogadier and by jones, is this fun.

Fennekin's weirdly violent version of chess is quite the time-passer, and even though she had a funky look in her eye when she first challenged you, it isn't all that hard.

You had been challenged when your MP3 player ran out of battery and you finally noticed her screaming your name, saying she wanted to try out a game of chess "against the enem—ERR, a novice".

Five of your figures, looking like Froakie, have met their ends from two bear traps, a random hammer attack, a flamethrower, and poison darts. Similarly, four of Fennekin's Fennekin figurines (try saying THAT five times fast) were bravely killed in battle by a flash flood, a spear trap, a ninja sword, and a Shuriken you had in your back pocket.

That last one was weird, since Frogadier don't tend to have pockets. But this is the PC, and random stuff happens.

Speaking of random…

You are now Rotom.

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. . .

…uh…

…I guess he…likes…you?

I have no idea why I even thought of switching you to Rotom, but for now I'm just admiring this cool picture of a Rotom I've created, so don't mind me.

…

…Dear Arceus, I'm an artist.

"OH MY GOSH!" Zoroark gasped.

"What?!" Serperior asked, taking her tail off the flipped forth wall switch.

"Reevee21's…gone Homestruck!" she gasped again.

Flygon did a spit take.

"WHAT?" "WHUT." Fennekin and Frogadier both said at once.

"WHADDYA MEAN, SHE'S GONE HOMESTRUCK?!" Charizard roared.

"May I take your attention to the chapter above us?" Lucario asked, sweeping his paw over the above chapter. "While we've been going about our business, Reevee21's been documenting us using the relatively unknown second person point of view. The same one, may I add, that is used in the Homestruck web comic."

"And all this time, we didn't notice!" Swellow chirped. "You're like a ninja, Reev!"

No, I'm an author. Now keep doing what Swellow do on Friday.

"Okay," Swellow sighed with a sad 'okay' face, going back to eating his dill-flavored chips.

Well, now we know what Swellow do on Friday.

Anyway, if it helps, this is the only chapter I'll do it on! I'm much better with third person, thank you very much.

"Hold on," Quilava rose up from the couch, holding a paw in the air.

Yes, my dear fire hedgehog?

"I'm a mink," he growled briefly. "Anyway, if there's a first, second, and third person…is there a fourth person?"

"I'll look it up," Charizard offered, flipping open his laptop.

One lookup on Yahoo Answers later…

"Nope," Charizard shrugged.

"Are you sure…?" Fennekin squinted at Charizard in unsureness. "…maybe…his name is Joseph?"

"Joseph…Forthwall?" Frogadier added.

"Joseph Forthwall, Cleaner of the Forth Wall Shards and Heir of the Fourth Person POV," Lucario hummed, testing the title. "…seems legitimate."

"Dear gosh, my book invented a celebrity," Fennekin stared.

And that is what happens when I read the Homestuck web comic.

Percy: Those are some pretty specific consequences…say, what ever happened to the apple?

I ate the skin off of it before discovering it was pretty dry and nasty.

Zelda: EW.

What? It was just an apple!

Zelda: You ate the skin off a living creature before deeming it too dry and leaving it in your lair to slowly deteriorate. Now any other of its species will look upon its skinless flesh and feel fear, adding to the fact that they, too, will be skinned and eaten.

Well, when you put it like that…

Dark Pit: Besides all that weirdness, I noticed something.

Pit: Like what? That your real name is being used instead of a nickname?

Dark Pit: Uh, that, but…what IS happening in Skyworld?

Meanwhile, in Skyworld—

Agumon: Can we have scenery changes in the middle of A/Ns?

Just go with it.

Meanwhile, in Skyworld…

Palutena: It sure is quiet around here without the pits.

Peppy Hare: Yes…a little TOO quiet…

Palutena: …what the-

Back in the narrating platform…

Pit: I'm sure they're doing fine.

Thanks for reading, everyone! Be sure to review, follow, and favorite on your way to check for more fics (May I suggest The Random Room? A good friend of mine runs it, pretty nice book), keep an eye out for more updates, hug those Eevee, and meet me here next chapter! See y'all later! BYE!

Zelda: Wait wait WAIT BEFORE YOU ALL GO! (Skids in front of door). There's a new poll on Reevee21's profile page involving that romance thing you saw earlier in the chapter, and it's really important if you want to see a Valentine's Day special! PLEASE VOTE! …I'll just step away from the door now.