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Eighty-Seven
All the Colors of IMAGINATION

When Flygon had returned to the PC box after making sure the review was over, he wasn't really expecting much.

Like the fact that the entire box was painted in rainbow.

"What the…?" he muttered after touching down, looking over the place with extreme curiosity. Everything, from the walls to the floor to the furniture to the food to the Pokémon themselves were colored in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. In exactly that pattern. In very thin strips.

"ZOROARK!?" Serperior called, slithering past the side of the wall in a dizzying blur of rainbow. "Zoroark, where did you go?!"

"I'm right here!" a spot on the wall spoke up—oh, never mind, it's just Zoroark. "Whaddya mean, it's 'just Zoroark'?! Has my awesomeness dwindled too low?!"

Uh…maybe? I don't know, everything's rainbow and I can't see you.

"Everything?"

Everything. Even the Narrating Platform. I can hardly see my laptop with all this color.

"Oh. That's harsh."

Indeed it is…what was I talking about again?

"Rainbows."

Oh! Right! Anyway…

"What is with all these rainbows?!" Absol growled. "It's a worse color mixture than Electric Soldier—"

Luxio suddenly jumped onto his face.

"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT EPISODE NO MORE. WE'VE MAUTRED, WE'VE MOVED ON…NOW LET'S JUST PUT THE PAST BEHIND US, AND LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY," he stated very…very seriously.

"Okay then," Absol squeaked.

"I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!" Rotom gasped.

"You do?!" Several hopeful Pokémon gasped.

"It means that Luxio haaaaaaaas BOLD DISEASE again!" he cackled madly.

"…well, my bad," Luxio sighed.

"Wait just a second…" Swellow muttered, squinting harshly at Luxio.

"Does anyone else have a massive urge to play Kid Icarus: Uprising right now? I do," Luxio continued to babble.

"AHA!" Quilava shouted, pointing a finger harshly at Luxio in an 'OBJECTION!' pose. "Reevee21 possessed him again!

"She did? I did! WHOA! Pretty weird speech, right? And it's a pain in the butt to create! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Never!" Luxio blathered in a combination of his own voice and the author's before falling onto the floor and rolling about in confusion. "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHGHG—Stop screaming, it's annoying! It's my body, I do what I want! NOW GET OUT!"

"Wait! If Reevee21 possessed a character, than she must have something of massive importance to say!" Swellow deemed. "…well, Luxio-slash-Reevee21, what is it?"

"Well, you see—GET OUT! I'm getting a headache!" Luxio wailed. "Oh come on, please? NO! I'll stay in the back of your mind! I won't make it messy in here! THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! If you let me stay, I'll explain the rainbow problem to you all! "Luxio froze in his breakdown and thought it over. "…fine. But just because I want to vomit rainbows by looking at all this stuff. Me too, buddy, so I'll explain!"

Reevee21…err…Luxio cleared his throat and started to explain. "You see, there's rainbows everywhere because it's Nyan Cat season!"

"Nyan Cat? You mean that weird pop tart cat-thing that YouTube loves?" Charizard asked.

"Yup! You see, in Nyan Cat season, a gargantuan flock of Nyan Cats gather together at the Toaster Springs in Colorado, Mississippi and dumps a huge thing of batter into them, thus creating more Nyan Cats so the circle continues!"

"The circle…of what?" Flygon asked.

"I'm glad you asked! THE CIRCLE…OF LIIIIIIIIFE! OKAY, I draw the line at singing!" Luxio interrupted. "Okaaaay…anyway, all this rainbow you see around you?"

The Pokémon glanced around at all the rainbows, Flygon casually taking a sip from his mug of rainbow-flavored coffee.

…which tastes a lot like skittles.

"All this rainbow is actually…NYAN CAT RAINBOW CONDENSATION!"

"WHAT THE WHA?!"

Flygon did a spit-take, overall looking like he vomited a rainbow.

"That's DISGUSTING!" Serperior shrieked girlishly. "We're all covered in NYAN CAT GUUUUTS!"

"EEEEEEEEEWWWWWW!" Zoroark hissed.

"I'm…covered…in cat insides?" Absol stated slowly.

Shaymin began mourning the Nyan Cat guts' owner.

"That's just nasty! But…they LOOK like normal rainbows," Fennekin muttered.

"They are! They haven't been toasted into Nyan Cats quite yet, so for now, it's just a lot of rainbows. Now, the problem is…how do we get all these rainbows to Colorado, Mississippi?" Reevee21 made Luxio strike a philosopher pose.

"Wait, wait, wait…it's a town in Mississippi called Colorado?" Charizard asked.

"Apparently," Quilava shrugged before putting on his sewious buisnwess face. "Clearly, if we want to be seeing more Nyan Cats, there's only one thing left to do…"

"…slip on our favorite dress and high-heel leather shoes?" Zoroark asked.

"No. WE NEED TO MOP," Quilava muttered, pulling out a non-rainbow-covered mop and bucket.

"Mop?" Serperior asked hopefully.

"Mop."

"Mop?" Buizel asked, pulling down his rainbow shades…and revealing a spot exactly the shape of the sunglasses that wasn't covered in rainbow.

"Mop."

"Mop?" Shaymin sobbed.

"We need to mop."

"…MOOOOOOP!" everyone cheered at once, raising brooms and buckets.

Twenty-four hours later… Jeesh, narrating is weird. I know, right?

"THANK ARCEUS, WE'RE DONE," Absol gasped loudly, collapsing into the non-rainbow floor with his non-rainbow body in exhaustion.

"That took way longer than it should have," Fennekin huffed, sweeping her eyes over the rainbow-clear zone.

Everything, true to her words, was nice and rainbow-free…except for Rotom, who didn't want to be washed of his rainbow.

"Now we just need to find an imaginary spot in Mississippi!" Shaymin squealed in glee. "I can't wait to see all the Nyan Cats!"

"Me neither, man…me neither. Wait, no I don't!" Luxio shouted in protest.

"How do we get there with all this rainbow?" Swellow asked, pointing to the FIVE TRILLION BUCKETS OF PURE, LIQUIDIZED RAINBOW. That's a lot of rainbow.

"I have an idea…" Luxio smirked evilly, not part of Reevee21's doing.

Five minutes later, in the narrating platform…

"FINALLY, it's done!"

Dark Pit stood before the completely fixed lightning chariot, put together by him, himself, and him. It took five buckets of glue, seven rolls of duct tape, and eighteen brave toothpicks to restore it to its former glory…

…even better, he could finally escape this deranged place!

"Hey Blapi, what are you up to?" Zelda asked, poking her head into the Narrating Platform's garage. That's right, we have a garage. Be jealous.

"My name is Dark Pit," Blapi ("AUUUUUGH!") seethed before gesturing to the lightning chariot. "Anyway, I finally rebuilt the chariot!"

"What chariot?"

"What do you mean—WHAT THE UNDERWORLD?!" Dark Pit gasped, seeing nothing but two flaming tracks where the lightning chariot once stood. "I turned my back for five seconds! FIVE. SECONDS!"

"Well, you know Reevee21…if she wants to hijack a chariot, she'll make her characters hijack a chariot," Zelda stated simply, walking back up to the platform.

Meanwhile, above the United States of America…

"How are we breathing? We're in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!" Serperior asked, drawling on the 'SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE' part and rotating to show off the BEAUTIFUL view of our planet.

"This is where logic…COMES TO DIE," Rotom stated, still coated in rainbow juice.

"Quilavaaaaa! Rotom has italic disease again!" Zoroark complained.

"Just leave him alone, it'll pass," Quilava sighed.

"This world…I want it," Fennekin grinned.

"Not happening, Fennekin," Absol groaned. "The second time around and I still get carsick…"

"Don't vomit on me!" Fennekin hissed venomously, darting to the other side of the chariot.

"AHA!" Frogadier pointed to Colorado, Mississippi, where a thousand-plus rainbow trails lead—signaling that the Nyan Cats had gathered.

"ONWARD, EPONA!" Swellow ordered, snapping the reins holding Flygon and Charizard.

"We have names, you know…"

"Epona sounds cooler! NOW ONWARD!" Swellow squawked.

Flygon made a whiny noise before charging with Charizard into Colorado, Mississippi…headfirst…at a trillion miles an hour.

"Just a suggestion, you might want to hold on. Suggestion taken," Luxio gulped, strapping on a helmet courtesy of Reevee21's hammerspace.

…well I had to offer SOMETHING to him so I could keep possessing him!

NeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW—

CA-RASHSHS!

The thousand-plus Nyan Cats in Colorado, Mississippi stared at the chariot wreckage before them, thankfully on the opposite side of the strange, toaster-shaped rock formations known as the Toaster Springs.

"…Nyan Nyan Nyan nai?" one peanut-butter-flavored Nyan Cat asked an Oreo-flavored one.

The Oreo-flavored Nyan Cat shrugged.

From inside, the wreckage, each of the heavily burned Pokémon poked their heads out. And Absol said…

"Truly, this is the only fanfiction where the sound effect for a lightning chariot crashing into the ground at impossible speeds is a legitimate sentence."

Ain't that the truth.

"Hey, Nyan Cats! We have your rainbows!" Serperior cheered, holding up the FIVE TRILLION BUCKETS OF PURE, LIQUIFIED RAINBOW. With one tail. Impressive, right?

"NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN!" the thousand-plus Nyan Cats all meowed at once.

One mass refilling of the Toaster Springs later…

All thousand-plus Nyan Cats and ten-plus Pokémon waited patiently nearby the springs, waiting for the great explosion releasing rainbows-tailed, toaster-bodied cats to commence. Which meant, of course…

PETTING TIME!

"Aww, they're so fluffy!" Zoroark cooed as seventeen Nyan Cats laid on her arms, legs, and waist.

"Okay, so Sergeant Sprinkles and his troops will bombard the Froakie with rainbow juices," Fennekin pointed a laser pointer at a specific part of her plan, causing all the armor-covered Nyan Cats of her makeshift army to stare at it, "while Sergeant Twinkenubs rides Frogadier to safety and REEVEE21 GET OUT OF MY PRIVATE STUFF!"

Fine! Luxio's more fun to possess, anyway.

Shaymin was carefully stroking a very fluffy Nyan Cat when the sound of a timer dinging brought her attention to where the Toaster Springs's toaster opening had begun to spill over with rainbow juice…with small mewls emerging from inside.

"It's starting, it's starting!" Shaymin jumped up and down happily, pulling out a megaphone and declaring to everyone else, "IT'S HAPPENING!"

All eyes were set on the toasters…all breaths were inhaled…all cameras were taken out…all precautionary rainbow-blindness-prevention sunglasses were put on…

The sound of five trillion recordings began, and the first notes to the Nyan Cat video played.

What happened next? All that I can say is…

NYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYANNYAN!

"Yes. That is all there is to say on the matter," Absol smirked as he stared at all the Nyan Cats launching into space.

"Shaddup and have some popcorn," Charizard grinned.

(This author's note discontinued because of mass rainbow interference and the fact that Dark Pit is holding a knife to my throat…please hug an Eevee and have a lovely, Nyan-Cat-filled-day~!)