Eighty-Nine
Burguizel King

Meanwhile, in the Narrating Platform…

"Can you put up a 'meanwhile' before you even specify where the characters are?" Agumon chirped.

"I just did," the author shrugged.

SUDDENLY, angel breathing down neck.

"…uh…Kuro? What are you doing?" Reevee21 asked timidly as Kuro ("My name is Dark Pit. What, do I need to sing a song? That worked for Ashley.") continued to glare at her from roughly two inches away.

"You know, when an author suddenly updates everything at once," he stated (holy cheese, I can smell the eggs he had for breakfast), "it's a sign that she wants to leave us."

Everyone stared.

"…what?" Zelda asked.

"THE TRIFORCE OF WISDOM DOESN'T KNOW SOMETHING, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEE!" Agumon wailed, breaking through the window.

"WELL, so much for him breaking his record of saying more than five sentences in a chapter," Percy shrugged before going serious. "But are you saying that Reeve's going to quit?!"

"Ye—" Darkling ("WHAT?!") was suddenly cut off by their responses!

"What?!"

"NNNOOOOOOO!"

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEE!" Agumon wailed, breaking through the window. Again. Don't question window-breaking logic, folks!

Reevee21 smiled nervously. "Err, well, you see, there's a perfectly logical explanation LOOK A TREE!"

"Trees? Where?! I love trees!" Pit gasped, looking about wildly.

"Why would you like trees?" Zelda questioned.

"THE TRIFORCE OF WISDOM DOESN'T KNOW SOMETHING, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEE!" Agumon wailed, breaking through the…wait for it….waaaaaaait for it…wall! He broke through a wall.

"They let me get up high, you know?" Pit sighed happily. "…sometimes I try jumping out of them to fly—"

"Yea, I've heard enough. Say, where's Reev?" Percy asked.

A few tufts of Eevee fur floated downwards from where Reevee21 once was.

"…so I guess if an author updates everything at once, it IS a sign that she wants to leave us. Or at least leave to another room," Dark Pit shrugged.

And now, back your regularly scheduled chapter!

Buizel stayed still. Okay, that's actually a lie, he's blinking at the moment. But, of course, he's wearing shades (because everything's better with them) and we can't TELL that he's blinking. But he's blinking, trust me.

Serperior materialized before him and stared deep into his eyes, muttering, "Hey, are you alright…?"

"Whuh?" Buizel garbled. "Ya, 'm fine. Whai wouldn't ai be?"

"Because you just got knocked over the head with the Monado and by all logical means, your skull should be cracked open," Shulk offered. "In fact, we think it is. There's blood everywhere…"

"…that's a great thing to say to someone who just woke up from unconsciousness," Charizard uttered sarcastically.

"It is? Huh," Shulk stated.

"…THAT WAS SARCASM."

"Charizard has triple-dot disease!" Rotom pointed before running off, screaming. Into a wall. While screaming.

"…what's triple-dot disease?" Charizard asked with a defined pause beforehand.

"It's when you can't actually talk straight and always end up with a '…' in front of your sentences. Like so," Lucario answered, pointing to the above paragraph.

"…well…that sucks," Charizard sighed.

"It's spreading, it's SPREADING!" Rotom wailed, still embedded in the wall.

"…oh…it is!" Charizard gasped. "…am…I going to talk like this forever?!"

"IT REQUIRES MEDICAL SURGERY," Zoroark loomed with serious eyes.

"…WHAT?!"

"I'm kidding, I don't know what it takes."

"Hey guys? Maybe we should pay attention to Buizel, who's currently bleeding all over the floor?" Shulk offered hopefully. Ah, he's so full of hope. And friendship. The one guy who wants to see Buizel without a head injury.

"Actually, it's because I don't want to get sued."

…never mind.

Five minutes at Nurse Joy's later…

"How did we get, like, three surgeries done in five minutes? Whatever, at least the ellipses are gone," Charizard shrugged.

"Three…?" Flygon asked.

"We had to remove Rotom from the wall."

"And it was FUUUUUUUUN!" Rotom shrieked.

Buizel, now wearing a sideways head wrap that looked QUITE FASHIONABLE (and covered his Monado wound), gazed upon the medical bill with unease. "Hay, guys?"

"Yea?" Flygon grunted.

"Yew know thos surgaries we did…?"

"I recommend more proper English," Lucario muttered, "but yes."

"Well, thay cost 'bout a hundr'd thousand Poke."

Zoroark and Serperior did twin spit-takes…on each other. They were soaking wet the rest of the day.

"GEEZ!" Charizard gasped. "Apparently, removing three dots in front of your sentences costs a lot…"

Really? I do that for free all the time.

"You couldn't have told us that BEFORE we had surgery?!"

It's my motto, Charizard: What's the fun in that? Observe it. Study it. Memorize it. Live it.

He huffed to himself and ignored the author for the rest of the chapter. Isn't that right, Charizard?

"…"

See, I told you he was ignoring me!

"Nothing we can do about it, Reev. Anyway, what can we do to pay this fine?" Shulk muttered.

"Go treasure hunting in Pikmin 2?" Kirlia offered, holding up the last of Fennekin's living Pikmin.

"That would take too long," Quilava dismissed.

Kirlia tossed the Pikmin into a random portal.

Elsewhere, in Kingdom Hearts…

"Hey, ever since that little incident with the Pokémon, I've been stalker-Keyblade free!" Sora noted.

"That's good!" Donald sighed.

"Of course, that just makes me more prone to whatever else Kirlia throws—"

THWAP!

THUD!

Donald turned around and spotted the same blue Pikmin lying overtop of Sora's face, having knocked him out and sent him to the ground.

"…that's bad."

"I think you've got triple-dot disease, Donald!" Goofy gasped.

"…I do?" Donald uttered. "…oh great."

Back in the PC box…

"Ah, memories. Memories of Chain of Memories, anyway," Kirlia chuckled.

"Well, there's only ONE THING LEFT TO DO…" Quilava muttered.

"…slip on our favorite dress and high heel leather—"

"Zoroark, you've already done that joke," a soaking wet Serperior comforted, laying her soaking wet tail onto the soaking wet Zoroark's soaking wet shoulder.

"Anyway, we must get…JOBS," Quilava uttered.

A short pause as the Pokémon soaked in the fact that they would need to go to work. Followed by a simultaneous:

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

One day of job-hunting later…

"Okuy! Fairst day as ah Burger Keeng order-takar sort o' pers'n!" Buizel declared to himself. "Thais shuld be easy 'nough…"

He stood on a raised stool, the window on his right and a screen on his left, ready to take orders and then hand out food and…stuff. I don't know, I never worked at Burger King.

"Raev, yew've nev'r worked anywhaer. Yer fourteen."

I am…whoa, that means I've been writing this fanfiction for over a year…

"Indeed yew have."

He spotted via security camera a car driving up, and began speaking into the headset-mic he was given.

"Hallo, welc'me to Burgar Keeng, muy I taek yer ord'r?" he spoke in his best attempt at an American accent. Which fails. Epically.

Wild CUSTOMER used SCREECH!

"NSGOAR GROOOOAR, DARAGRAAR RAAAAAAR!" the customer bellowed back, forcing Buizel to take off his headset-mic because of the loud noise.

"…'m sorray, whut?" Buizel questioned cautiously, leaning it just forward enough to be heard.

Wild CUSTOMER used UPROAR!

"NSGOAR GRAOR ROOOOOOOAR, ASHDEG ROAR GROOAAAA!" screeched the customer. Maybe he's from anger management…?

"'Kay, I'm sorray, Chewbacca?!" Buizel shouted back. "…draive raight up an' taek your order now MOVE ALONG!"

The customer, coincidentally my distant cousin Chewbacca, balked a little bit before moving on.

After the awkward interaction of receiving food (c'mon, guys. You know that when you drive up there, you just want to say "Hand me the food and nobody gets hurt".), Buizel moved along with the duty. It wasn't a heroic duty, but hey, it works.

The next car drove up.

"Hallo, welc'me to Burgar Keeng, muy I taek yer ord'r?" he spoke in his best attempt at an American accent. Which failed even more epically than it did the first time. "…hallo?"

"*slime noises*."

"Whut?"

"*more slime noises*"

"Ser'sly, whut?"

"*slime gurgling, slime speaking, slime whispering, slime shouting, slime wailing, slime muttering* Pickles *slime sayings, slime slang*"

"Pickles?"

"*Slime noises* pickles, *slime noises* pickles, *slime noises* PICKLES, *SLIME NOISES* PIIIIICKLES!" the Slime obsessed.

"M'kay, ma'am, appar'ntly yew want sum pickles," Buizel mumbled before getting enraged. "…are yew trying to toy waith me?! HELLOOOOOOOOO…?!"

"…chicken tenders…" the Slime uttered.

"Wha—"

"Sweet sauce all over my car."

Buizel smiled incredibly nervously before taking off the headset-mic and shouting to the cooks in back, "HAY WAE NEED SUM SWEET SAUCE WAE NAED IT NAOW!"

The slime blinked innocently as Buizel began specifying the 'order'.

…eighty-nine chapters…

Percy: Reev? I think you forgot to put that last sentence in the A/N.

Nope, it's supposed to be there.

Zelda: Hmmmm…she's obviously foreshadowing something…

Dark Pit: What does one foreshadow with the line "eighty-nine chapters"?

Pit: OH MY PALUTENA.

Dark Pit: OH YOUR PALUTENA.

Pit: YOUR NAME.

Dark Pit: WHAT ABOUT IT.

Pit: Your name…it's spelled completely right!

Dark Pit: *Looks over at previous names* …are we sure that she's not sick? First with all the updating, then with all the name-spelling, and then-

*As Zelda is checking me for a fever* Thanks for reading, everyone! I really hope you'll click that follow/favorite button if you haven't already, every little bit counts! And…I'm really, super, terribly sorry that I was gone for so long. My internet privileges were suspended for two weeks straight, I wasn't allowed on FF for any reason whatsoever. BUT HEY, I'm back!

Agumon: That's good! So you can write about us even more! *Hugs Reevee21*

…but not for long…

Agumon: …what? …oh great, I've got triple-dot disease.

Percy: Where the heck is Shulk?

Shulk: Here.

Zelda and Percy: AAAAAAAAAAGHWHATTHECRAGALANCHE?!

Reflect: MAGIC.

Pittoo: *Face palms* Oh great, not that argument agai—REEVEE YOU JERK-