Hi!
LovingTogetic decided to get me off my lazy rear, be a buddy, and help me write a chapter! And honestly, I have no idea how all the stuff below happened. It just...uh...yea. DEAL WITH IT.
Zelda: YOU'RE SO MEAN.
SORRY. DON'T DEAL WITH IT. JUST...UH...ADAPT TO IT.
Zelda: THAT'S BETTER. GOOD GIRL.
THANK YOU.
Ninety-One
A Loving Togetic
A large beam of silver light suddenly appeared on the narrating platform. It disappeared, and when it was gone, a large pile of silvery goo-like substance is there, with something inside yelling for help! WUT DO?!
Back in the PC...
Kirlia looked upon the spectacle in wonder. She put on a pair of red glasses and gasped. "M-my..." She cut off her sentence and jumped up to the NP.
Everyone else that I control (minus Agumon) shrugged and jumped up as well.
Back on the NP...
"Aagh!" Agumon yelled upon seeing the beam of light.
"MY EEEEYES!" Pittoo wailed, hitting the ground dramatically. ("IT'S DARK PIT!" ...you can tell when your name's being misused even when you're blinded by something? "Yes." Cool.)
"It said that someone's inside, yelling for help!" Pit gasped. "WE SHOULD HELP IT!"
"NO! NEVER help the suspicious!" Zelda denied, slapping away Pit.
"BUT IT'S IN DANGER!"
"IT'S. IN. A. PILE. OF. SUSPICIOUS. GOO!"
"BUT IT'S IN DAAANGEEEEER!"
"QUICK! Consult the Reev!" Percy shouted. "THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
"NO! DON'T CONSULT ME! I'M A TERRIBLE LEADER!" Reevee21 denied frantically.
Meanwhile, in the PC...
"Hey. About a third of our population just jumped up about fifty feet to the Narration Platform," Flygon noted idly.
"Whoaaaaaa...aaaaah..." Rotom breathed.
"Well, what's going on up there?" Frogadier questioned, momentarily peeling off his headset.
"...wait, did Reev seriously just say 'peeling'?" Serperior asked.
Yes. Now I can check that off the bucket list!
"You don't have a bucket list."
Oh. I should fix that.
"Nah, it'll make you paranormal."
Hey, Serperior?
"Yea?" Serperior asked - it kind of looked like she was talking to thin air, but NOBODY CARES~.
Have you ever noticed that when I'm in a conversation with you guys, I'm technically just talking to myself?
"Nope. But it makes you sound demented."
"YOU sound demented," Frogadier noted, poking Serperior out of her conversation with me. Or was it just a voice in my head talking to me? ...NOBODY. CARES~.
Back on the narrating platform, whatever it was started talking pokespeak, or rather, yelling for help in Pokespeak. "Tiiiic! Tic! Tiiiiiiiiiiiic! Tiiiic!" (Heeeelp! Help! Heeeeeeeeeeeelp! Heeelp!)
Kirlia put on a serious face and said "Okay, that's it!" She started digging through the goo, and slowly, started everyone shrugging their shoulders and digging. Except Fennekin. She was staying VERY far away.
"C'mon, Fennekin!" Frogadier cheered. "Just keep digging, just keep digging, just keep digging, digging, digging, what do-we-do? We dig, dig -"
Arceus, I love Finding Nemo.
Fennekin looked at the goo with disdain. "It's... goo..." she stated, clear repulsion in her voice.
Suddenly, Treecko lifted his diamond shovel. (The power of co-authoring gives people DIAMOND SHOVEEEEELS!) "I got something!" he yelled excitedly.
Zoroark put her claws where Treecko was pointing, and pulled out a goo-covered Togetic. The only differences it had between itself and a regular one was it's ability to speak english, its purple eyes, and the strong aura of power it had.
It spit out some back into the pile, flew out of Zoroark's claws, and shook off the goo. "I am never using that to travel again!" She stated with clear annoyance. "Soo... where did I end up this time?" She asked, looking around her.
She saw Reev, the Pokemon, and the residents of the narrating platform, and came to a conclusion.
"I'm in WGDiTPC, aren't I?" She asked expectantly, looking around.
"Huh. Somehow, I envisioned more fangirling in that kind of response," Reevee21 pondered.
"You can talk! OH MY ARCEUS, IT CAN TALK! IT CAN TAAAAAAA - " Flygon shot up into the small bit of space between the narrating platform and the actual ceiling. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLK!"
"FLYGON! FOR THE LOVE OF DOG!" Absol barked. "CALM. DOWN!"
"Eh, he's too high up," Frogadier shrugged lazily. Wow, Frogadier, you're really a jerk today.
"Probably because I gave him some of my coffee this morning," Dark Pit shrugged nonchalantly.
"You drink coffee?" Pit perked.
"You don't?"
"...uh...no..."
"OH NO! Despite our incredibly large population of flight-enabled Pokémon, NONE OF US CAN REACH FLYGON!" Swellow panicked...in a half-panicked fashion. He then leaned over Reev expectantly, smiling cheekily despite not having teeth. Or cheeks, I think.
...
..."Do you guys just want a Sailor Moon reference?"
..."Yes," half of the box answered, depressed.
..."TOO BAD. LovingTogetic time," Reevee21 stated.
She cocked her head. "What?" She said. Then she flew up and grabbed Flygon off the ceiling, putting him back down. "I'm an author, like Reev." She stated.
One third of the box population went "Ooooh..."
"So HAY," Reevee21 greeted, hitting the deck and slidding over in a "paint me like one of your french girls" pose. "This is the Narration Platform - but you knew that already - and ma name's Reev - but you obviously knew that - and this is -"
SUDDENLY, Reev stared off into some random point in space, a bit of drool leaking from her mouth.
"...crud, she went comatose again," Percy complained, facepalming. "How embarassing...we have a guest author over, too..."
"Reev!" LovingTogetic yelled, slapping the furry author. "Wake up!" She said.
Seeing how that didn't work, she motioned to her controls.
Everybody snuck up on Reevee, and yelled in her ear as loud as they could. "WAKE UUUUUUUP!"
"DARGH! TURNIPS!" Reevee21 jumped. "...oh. Whoops. Life got in the way!"
"In the span of...five or six sentences," Charizard deadpanned, "you let half a week pass by?"
"Yea."
"...HOW...?"
"Nooooobody knoooooows~" Reevee21 sing-songed, swaying about like a concussed snake.
LT flew over to the Eevee pokehuman. "Don't question the power of an author." She said. Then she shook Reevee. "Reev, are you okay? Mentally, I mean." She asked.
"I'm gooooood, just diiiiiizzyyyyyyyyeeeeee," Reevee21 blurted.
"Huh. I finally asked someone about their mental health." LovingTogetic said. Her eyes glowed and a bucket appeared in the corner, full of slips of paper. She pulled out one that said 'Ask about someone's mental health.', and threw it into the PC Box below. "I think we should end the chapter now."
She opened a portal to Nowhere, threw all of the goo inside, and then pulled out a pile of fourth wall shards. She pulled one out, inspected it, and threw it on the floor.
It shattered and turned into a pint of french vanilla ice cream.
"WHOA. Magic ice cream," Rotom gaped.
LT pulled another one out, inpected it, and threw it onto the floor.
It became an ice cream scoop.
Zoroark picked up a shard, and threw it.
It was about to hit the floor, but LT caught it and inspected it. "That one's defective." She deadpanned. She put down the ice cream, and threw the shard back in the portal. It shattered, releasing a purple puff.
She picked up her ice cream, flew over to Reev's computer, and saved the document. "We're done now." She said simply.
"'kay. Hey, this was fun! I should put up a request or something in the Author's Note..." Reevee21 pondered.
SUDDENLY, a Litwik appeared over her head.
"...what's with the, uh...Litwik?" Quilava asked, jumping onto a nearby table so he could poke the pathetic excuse for a light bulb.
"HEY! No pets on the table!" Dark Pit barked, punching Quilava RIGHT OFF THE TABLE like a jerk. ...UH, I mean boss. Like a boss.
"Eh, we can't afford a lightbulb, apparently," Charizard shrugged.
"ANYWAY!" Reevee21 declared, cuddling up to him with the adorable-yet-probably-slowly-sucking-away-our-soul-energy Litwik in her arms. "What if, for this next line of chapters, we had guest authors?!"
"WHAT?! NO! NO! NO! BAD REEV! BAD GIRL!" Fennekin scolded.
"But it could be a good idea!" Reevee21 whimpered, her ears drooping. (SURPRISE! I'm part Eevee...*cough*)
"NO. I CAN'T HAVE WORLD DOMINATION WITHOUT A CONSTANT AUTHOR," Fennekin growled. She suddenly swept Frogadier off his feet, held him like a bazooka, and fired Hydro Pump.
"AUGH! WET! WET! I'M WET! AAAAAAA - " Charizard took off, flapping around the platform franticly.
"Eh, don't worry, Fen, I'll be here!" Reevee21 waved her off, flicking away some drops of water while she was at it. She then TURNED TO THE AUDIENCE! Aww, you thought that I forgot you? Naaaah~ I never forget my readers~!
Alright, here's what I'm thinking: If you want to help me write a chapter for WGDitPC, we can use the PM system to co-author it! ...sadly, it does require an account. Which SUCKS, because honestly, I've always wanted to meet all these guest guys that pop up...
Percy: Reev. The other day, one wanted you to kill the Melees.
Yea...
Percy: Again.
Aw, not you, too...!
Pit: I'm completely neutral, if that helps!
Thaaanks, Pitidid.
Zelda: HOLD UP! Rules. We need some ground rules for these guest chapters.
Everyone else: But Zeeeeldaaaaaa...!
Zelda: Come on, Reev.
Alriiiiight...
Okay, the main thing that I'm putting down is for it all to be rated for K plus. Minimal cursing, minimal violence, that sorta thing. My younger siblings read this...
Other than that, FREE RANGE! Sending a review or PM ahead of time to let me KNOW we're gonna write a thing would also be necessary. Complete randomness required.
Pittoo: Rated R for incredibly random and PUT THAT NAME. BACK.
Nnnnnno! I'M TIRED OF HAVING MY LIFE COMMANDED BY YOU, PITTOO!
(Dark Pit): ...*Eye twitches.*
Pit: Reeeeeev...? *Slowly ducks behind couch* You...you might want to run.
Eh. What's the worst he could -
(Dark Pit): *Snarls like a raptor and STRIKES.*
- doOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW PAIN PAIN PAIN PAAAAINN! PAAAIN!AAAAUGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -
Percy: Zelda, cut the AN.
*Due to technical and physical difficulties involving a dark angel, the rest of this chapter has been cut off. Thank you for reading, stick around for the next chapter, hug an Eevee (preferably not the one being mauled), and we'll see you later!*