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Well I obviously survived the whole bird incident or those other diary entries on my computer would've never been made...well unless you're reading the words of a spooky ghostie.

Wuhooohoooo best plot twist eva! wuhooohooo

Anyway joking aside: I've never felt more content and miserable in my whole entire life. I've always been a fan of starting with the bad news first so I think I'll be doing that now:

Remember that bit of asthma I've referenced about a entry or two previously? Well unlike what was first thought it isn't actually asthma, just the symptoms. What is actually going on is that my BMD has been attacking them for a while. The degeneration was slight enough not to be noticed until now and my lungs have been paying for that mistake. The progress isn't enough to cause immediate worry though; just another hassle and a few other drugs added to my collection that is rapidly running out of storage room.

In other news despite Bud's perfect accuracy I've obtained hypothermia anyway. Which is the worst possible thing for me to catch thanks to my shitty lungs. What's more I can't eat solid foods because my throat hurts so bad from all the full-bodied coughing I've been doing, I'm under constant surveillance, and I can't stray more than a few feet from my shiny new breathing treatment machine and respirator unless I want to test how long I can hold my breath.

However once the hypothermia is gone though I shouldn't need any of the machines until I go to bed. Which is good news in a way I guess, except it's gonna be impossible to sleep with them on until I get used to them.

Next is the worst part...Remember Lucky? You know that Zigzaggoon that I risked my life to save? Yeeaaah the cub as been rather attached to my hip ever since I rescued him; which is odd considering the cub was placed in the care of a top notch shelter about five miles away. But the brat won't stop running away even though he was successfully taken in by his adoptive mother and has stolen the hearts of everyone in the shelter with his antics.

The funny thing? The cub seems to love it there as if he was born there; but the mili-second anyone turns their backs to him: the asshole is already making tracks to the hospital and not even a half an hour later is already scratching on my door wanting to be in.

We already know what the problem is because we already spoken with the resident psychic type. The Alakazam had told us that Lu-. Wait no sorry: Hamleck-

Need to inturpt for a second to ask a important question so please bare with me: Why does such a annoying pain in my ass have to have such a adorable name? Tell me this violator of my diary! Why!? *sighs* Ugh useless reader... Anyway back to your trespassing on private property I guess.

-told him and I only quote this sheer stupidity "Girl captured Hamleck's heart with music and beauty ages ago. Now Girl save Hamleck. Hamleck now owes life debt to girl. Girl's heart will be Hamlecks this he swears on his life to any and all gods. Pity on anyone foolish enough to touch her." To put things simply and bluntly: Hemleck wants to make a contract with a person he has on a platform in his mind: me and won't settle with anything else.

In response I've told him the same thing I've told anyone else that asks me why I haven't adopted a Pokémon yet... and you can probably already guess my reasoning because its so damn overused in the media and obvious to anyone but the brat I'm trying to convince:

I'm going to die.

May not be today. May not be tomorrow. But sometime in the near future I'm going to leave this plane of existence and leave all the people I've made connections with behind. I've accepted this fact a long time ago and since then had decided to minimize the explosion whenever the bomb decides to detonate. Well...doing my best anyway since life is way too great tasting not to indulge a lit- alot instead of closing myself off like I want to.

Aaand I've rambled too long...I'll just end with this: What I want and what I receive are two totally different things that very rarely match up. The only thing I've managed to accomplish is to keep people far enough away from me that I only have aquaintences in my life. Other then my very small family... and Bud since that weasel bastard somehow found a crack in my guard when my back was turned one day.

I'll reap my vengeance on that bastard yet one of these days... I swear it!

Anyway back to the main topic before we got derailed off the tracks: Hamleck. I've tried everything in the book to scare the bugger off: yelling, throwing stuff, throwing him, yelling, being polite and explaining over and over why I can't be with him, yelling some more, throwing some more, begging and pleading, screaming some more, throwing again... Absolutely nothing works! If anything it just encurages the little fucker and as a consequece makes him even more determined to win me over.

The sad part is that I already like the guy. I like the guy alot actually partly because the coon is the only one with a bigger hero complex bigger then me. Before you ask: Yes that is what got the both of us in the mess we were in yesterday. On the bright side at least me, him, and his Wrumple chums that lived in our favorite tree survived another day. Which I guess you can say is another piece of good news.

Ohohoh! AND Hamleck is also the only living being who likes my taste in music! and no he isn't faking you buzz killingtons that reading this. Beleive me when I say that sick kids can smell a fake a mile away. Moving on; you should see the coon when I play my stuff though, tries to dance and everything...well more like crazy random footwork with alot of spinning BUT IT'S SO DAMN ADORABLE! I can't see much of it though right now considering he has another few hours before the soreness from his injuries go away; not like pain stops him from attempting shaking his rump anyway; which means no music for me...stupid stubborn brat.

Aaaand I ended up rambling anyway...See this is why I chose to write music instead of putting words together because I ramble too damn much. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah the good news of this whole ordeal.

I reconnected with Bud, strictly as friends of course because... wait didn't I already explain this already? In this entry and my last? Moving on then.

Apparently I'm a hero now even though I didn't do diddly squat. Apparently 'Chronically sick girl gets more than she bargained for when attempting to save a wild Pokemon' makes for a good headline for both the newspaper and the news channel. Thank god you can't see anything in the videos that random people took of the incident besides two bird silhouettes. I would literally die the moment I found pictures of my naked fat ass going viral on the internet.

I'm trying to remain modest about everything even though I kinda enjoy the attention a lit- alot. My parents are both extremely pissed and proud of me, which just means I have a more tighter leash choking me than usual. Both won't stop checking up on me...more than usual. They shouldn't worry though since it's not as if I'm physically capable of attempting something stupid.

Oh and Bud also is soaking up his own spotlight as a hero. You probably already guessed that the big guppy is eating up all the attention and press like the big fat meathead that he is. Every time Bud's head get's too large for his body however, I'm more than kind enough to remind him that no badass wears cute puppy underwear: which of course has him sputtering and blushing like a tomato in a heartbeat.

I love being a bitch.

Um what else, what else...I think that covers everything that happened in that past 24 hours so imma just gonna end this entry here.

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After a quick save, click and drag into the password protected folder I powered down my computer with a sigh of relief. I love my journal, diary or word punching bag; whatever you want to call it. Gives me so much clarity and peace of mind to tell my thoughts, emotions, and troubles onto a non-judgmental audience that doesn't mind the ramblings of a teenage girl...Odd that I can remember the sells quote from the critically ill support group meeting leader from a few years ago word for word. Anyway I found the journal extremely amusing to laugh at my past self's silliness when I'm at that common low point where music doesn't do a thing.

Wow that became morbid rather quickly...Moving on.

A few moments were spent debating whether or not I should tell the orderlies that now would be a good time to take Hamleck back to the shelter while he was still asleep on my bed or just give into the sudden urge to join the cub in dreamland. I ended up doing neither when my cell phone suddenly started to blast the familiar bars from the 'When I'm bored' ringtone that I had set up on my phone.

Hamleck woke up howling as a result to both the loud music and my big dramatic groan that sounded more like a moan thanks to the damn tube stuffed down my throat. I already knew who it was considering not many people have the need to call me when all my acquaintances are literally a quick skip down the hallway or next to me. I was proven right when I heard Mom's voice began playing through the small speakers of my phone.

"Hi honey! You must be hooked up to one of the machines or just sleeping, hopefully the latter. Anyway you're kinda stuck babysitting Herbie and Amber for today and tonight since your father and I have to work. Yes I sayare since you have no real choice because mommies word is final and I'm on my way to drop them off now. Oh I should probably warn you: they are acting extremely odd as of late...and I mean more odder than usual, which is of course why Amber is with me instead of Dad. Kinda driving though so I'm gonna have to explain either in person or in a note when I get there. Be there in 10 - insert smooch noise- bye!" click

"End of message. To hear aga-" I silenced the robot on my phone in favor of shooting a quick text. All the while ignoring the grumpy and confuzzled look on the parasite now cautiously sniffing my phone like it was a bomb about to go off. "Make sure da twinz r in their balls. IT decided to sho up again + won't leave."

Barely a minute passed by before I received the Mom's answer "That's good news actually considering the twins have to meet our new family member eventually."

Slightly surprised at my Mom's answer it took be a bit longer than a minute to think of and type out my lame reply "lol I rly hope ur joking"

Mom's reply came to me as quick as the first did."Only 1/2" Now feeling a bit betrayed that my mom so readily sides with the intruder in my life: I decided that shutting down my laptop was a mistake and went to correct it. About 15 minutes later the familiar sound of the pitter patter of little feet caused me to look up from the video that I was watching just in time for to receive a rather unneeded eyeful of cream colored belly and crotch of something with red tipped paws.

Crap.

The effect of Amber's jarring impact was as instantaneous as it was predictable.

The following sequence of events happened nearly simultaneously to the point that they blend together if I ever am blindsided by a whim to look back on them later:

"Damn it Amber!" my mother -who up until this point always held the squeaky clean vocabulary of a sworn in nun-shouted while she bolted to my side to beat against my back with a palm as I ripped out the thing that had just slammed hard into my throat. I tried stopping Mom from tearing Amber both a figurative and physical new one by telling Mom that I would be fine in just a moment: but I could only pull off the latter by gripping the my spare hand around her wrist. Meanwhile Amber was making puddles with her tears and was already almost through creating two small ponds before Hamleck chose this moment to make his presence known with an angry growl.

Don't even think about it you brat. I let go of Mom and use my now free hand to somehow make it in time to catch Hamleck by the tail before he was done tossing down his death warrant into the 3 v 1 fight that he was a split second away from initiating.

Eventually everything calmed back down to a low simmer the few minutes after I could moderately breathe again. By this time I was in near hysterics when the silliness of this incident slammed into me all at once. "We should saw that coming honestly."

Mom was too busy huffing various of profanities under her breath with her arms crossed and trying extremely hard to glare at anywhere else other than the mouse currently trying her damndest to squeeze her apology into me...or at least attempt the Ghost type trick of phasing into people.Meanwhile Hamleck was still growling lowly but audibly, eyes quickly darting from my Mom and Amber then back again as if daring a couple of threatening individuals to move a muscle and he was bigger than he actually was.

Finally I slowly realized that I was the only one laughing, my amusment quite suddenly decided to kick the bucket. We sat in the spaces that we apparently glued to in a very tense, near, and awkward silence until I said "That was probably the best first impression ever. Kinda jealous of the closeness you guys share, makes me feel like a intruder...want me to leave so you can have the room to yourselves?" This wasn't even met with a half attempt of a chuckle, my response to this awkward silence was "Tough crowd." The tension in the room eased a bit when this brought out a few snorts; encouraged by this and not interested in the hostile silence to take over the room again: I channeled my inner Homer Simpson "Wahoo; yes victory!" Even though I only heard another round of snorts and nobody laughed outright :the tension of the room did finally diminish to a comfortalble level 1. The worst of the episode over I decided a new tactic was the wisest way to proceed in the second that it took to place my gaze onto Mom and say "Don't know what you mean by acting weird. Amber seems like her usual overreacting self."

Mom rolled her eyes now appearing a bit annoyed "Of course she's being normal while you're around. All part of Amby's evil plan to convince you that I'm just an insane old witch so you all can smite me and she can finally have the daughter the bitch always plotted to steal away. " Mom's poker voice was shattered when the four of us erupted into giggles.

Thanks to my large wing span, wrapping the four of us into a crushing hug was child's play "Now there's what I want to hear. Family bonding time-"I allowed my victims a moment to breathe while my now free arm gripped the intruder by his the scruff of his neck; glaring with what was hopefully a murdous glint in my eyes: I pulled Hamleck's face inches from my own as warm hot chocolate eyes ignited into confusion while simultaneously growling the words that I spoken next "-Which means you're not invited. Now get! Go home! Scram!" with that I used nothing but my wrist to carelessly toss the coon into the floor like a empty potato chip bag...only for the brat to jump back onto the bed and climb on top of one my Mom's shoulder to cover my face with his drool."

"I hate you." I tried to say with as much ice and venom as I could muster while at the same time trying but failing to push the stubborn idiot away and back into the floor. Meanwhile Mom and Amber were being useless thanks to the fact they were in now complete hysterics. Right about then I finally noticed something was missing from this whole shindig.

Or more accurately someone.

"Where's Herbie?" I asked quizically, looking around the vicintity as if he was hanging around somewhere on the walls or ceiling like a spider at my current eyelevel from atop the bed.

I felt Mom shrug before she gently pulled away from me to stand in order to -I assume- get a better look around the room to search for the missing mousy. Before she stood completly however she replied "hmm that's strange...I could have swore he came into the room with us" Apparently the Minun wasn't in immediate view because Mom had bent down to check underneath the bed. After a few moments she mumbled something that I couldn't comprehend before standing back up with a knowing look. When she said nothing and finally felt my questioning gaze she pointed to the foot of the bed "Over there. I think he's playing that game of his since he seems awfully focused on something."

Now curious; the ones still on the bed scooted to the edge to investigate; Meanwhile Mom's attention was caught by the confused doctor that just came in the door who apparently reached for something that was supposed to be on my door but wasn't. The source of the doctor's confusion was answered when I peeked over the edge of the bed and saw something odd.

"Herbie...? Why on Earth are you doing with my chart?" The Minun in question who had been studying my chart -with a focus he only reserved for said games that were previously mentioned- had nearly leapt out of his skin at my sudden question as if he had been miles away before my words; would have dropped the large clipboard as well if not for a successful in a fumbling grab. "M-minun..." was of course the stuttered reply that I received as Herbie attempted to hide the chart behind his back, which was amusing in on itself since both were about the same size. Was easy to interpret that he said "Nothing" considering his body language was like a little kid caught doing something naughty.

Dr. Wisecraft: a very handsome doctor who always appeared bigger than life (and his clothes) made his way over and easily took the chart in his dark chocolate baseball gloved sized hands with a deep loud rumble-ly base laugh of his -that I swear vibrates anything within a five foot radius- with a smile of amusement that made each of his words pop like bottle rockets."Whoa there little guy I can barely read and understand the jargon that paper says. So I think it might be a bit too difficult for someone like you, no matter how clever you are."

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh what a dream boat...What?... I have a crush okay! A girl is allowed to dream isn't she!?

A look that I didn't really understand flashed across Herbie's face before it vanished the very second it was born and -nearly at the very same moment- was suddenly laughing rather hard and loud. The Minun's face was also flushing a rather deep red while he rubbed the back of his head and neck rather vigorously as he rapidly said his name over and over again. I assume Herbie was trying to apologize and explain despite the language barrier? As if that wasn't odd enough Amber was looking more and more pissed off by the second; body seemingly growing larger and larger despite her actual small physical size as a murderous glint became more and more apparent in her eyes: leaving those in her immediate vicinity to hurriedly leap off the bed and a few steps away in order to avoid getting accidently made into collateral damage by the slightly dangerous result of her wraith by accident.

What in the hell was going on?!

One second Amber was standing on the bed fuming. The next, the tiny she-warrior was screaming as she swung Herbie in circles by the ears before finally letting go and sending him rolling into the hallway. After that a glare that could instantly melt a skyscraper into the ground slowly fell on Dr. Wisecraft . "Uh-" The poor guy didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because in the blink of an eye Dr. Wisecraft was curled up into the fetal position, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he lay on the floor withering in agony. Considering the location where his hands were shielding protectively- well...

All I can say is that it's a very good we were already in the hospital

"Amber!? What the-" Mom finally unfrozen enough to bring out the misbehaving mouse's ball to put her in time-out: but by that time, the door was already slamming shut with a loud BANG. Even though the door was shut we could still hear Amber clear as day shouting her name constantlyto the point where it was one long intelligible word at something with the same intensity of fury of what she demonstrated in my room.

While Mom was crouched over playing nurse on the downed local hotty -who was currently spewing many squeaky "I'm fine"s to Mom's many apologies ,cursing the mouse and promises of justice, while at the same time trying to pardon the demonic mouse by saying that she's usually an angel blah de blabblidly blah; while in the meantime other doctors and nurses came into the room to both soothe their curiousity and confusions whims while offering any assistance if needed:

I turned to the only occupant of the bed the very exact same moment the Zigzaggoon turned to face me with a calm composure that was ruined by the flash of fright that shown in his eye for a just a split second; seeminly not yet noticing that his entire body spasming in full-bodied fearful trembling. The pup honestly looked as if he was about to wet himself at any moment; not that I could blame him at all for it. Anyway just as our eyes met I couldn't help but blurt out the most stupidest question before I could stop myself:

"What the hell was that about?"

In response Hamelck shrugged before the brave front he was pulling crumbled into dust as he became nothing but a shivering, whimpering lump underneath the covers. I couldn't help but giggle at the brat's adorableness while picking up the shivering lump to hold against my breast like a mother would a frightened child spooked by a terrifying nightmare.

After several minutes of cooing, rocking, rubbing ,and petting that stretched into an eternity: the little guy the whimpers finally stopped; even though some of the shivering persisted. Still despite the tear-jerking breakdown: I chose to make one thing very clear before I had time to berate myself into silivence for the sheer stupidity of being a insensitive bitch for no good reason. "Don't think this changes anything. I still hate you and still wish you were gone." To say that I was surprised by his response is a understatement:

I didn't know it was possible for a Pokémon to snicker so human-like.

The excitement of the whole fiasco was just starting to die down when suddenly an alarm started to screech. An eardrum shattering noise that didn't quite muffle the terrified, panic filled screams that erupted in the hallway outside my door but came pretty damn close.

A over exaggerated groan escaped my lips while I grumbled to no one in particular "Ugh what n-" however my words and air was swallowed up by the vacuum of mind numbing shock when I broke eye contact from Hamleck quickly enough to catch a glimpse of a figure veiled completely in a cloak that se- no did hover over my bed. Every molecule of this figure appearing to be as dark as the void of space, which was fitting since it seemed to suck any and all light around it at a speed akin to a creature dying of dehytration drinking water. But that wasn't what interested me. What did interest me greatly however was the Freddy Kruger like hand poised to cleave me in two!

Everything from then on happened in same slow motion sequence I thought only existed in movies.

"Jayne!"Five different voices screamed all at once, just behind the monster like form I saw Herbie and Amber electric cloaked forms charging towards bed; to I assume protect me. The idiots hadn't seem to realize yet that this thing was way out of their league and that by the time they reached me I would already be a goner.

Then everything became black... Don't know for sure if I had closed my eyes in preparation for the end or the lights in the room had all died simutianiously; which again came to no surprise since they that had dulled into almost non-existence with the things appearance.

I have no idea what happened next or what was even going on. All I know one second my ass is grass and then the next moment there is a flash of light that didn't come from any electrical source in my memory banks. Quite suddenly I hear my mom worriedly say:

"Jayne...? You OK honey? Did you have a bad dream?" I opened my eyes to find Mom and my doctor standing at the foot of my bed staring at me worriedly. I opened my mouth to ask/scream whether or not they saw that...that thing! hovering over my bed getting ready to kill me not three seconds ago when I comprehended those words in the nick of time and swallowed my shout to instead sputter out "Y-yeah"

"Phew about gave me a heart attack there Jayne" Mom said with a chuckle before continuing "Just give me a moment and I'll get you something to drink, must be thirsty after sleeping till 1 in the afternoon."

"OK..." I was no longer paying attention to what her or the Dr.Wisecraft making jabs at my teenage laziness; just staring at Herbie and Amber who were currently sitting next to a sleeping Hamleck: both rodents looking just as confused as I was. Was that some kind of dream? A delusion that was just all in my head? as if in response to my own question I shook my head No that's impossible because how can I have a nightmare when I can't dream in pictures? Nevermind that vivid. Even if it was just a nightmare I still should be able to shake this feeling of unease and pure undulated terror once I woke up; I am not a little girl after all. What's more...

"Why can't I shake this feeling of déjà vu?" My mumblings into the cup of water Mom had given me had went by unheard however as the twins debated amongst themselves excitedly .

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"You know what this means!?" Steve exclaimed excitedly now currently bouncing on the hospital bed which didn't seem to faze the Zigzaggoon that was sleeping near the duo's location at the foot of the bed.

"Means Jayne has another protector that isn't us or the Legendaries" replied Trevor with a more softer tone and a more collected composure; though his paw didn't quite hid the small smile gracing his lips.

"Exactly! Which also means we're free to do whatever the fuck we want!" As if to prove his point Steve hopped off the bed and began running out of the room.

"We have no idea who or what it is though..." Called out Trevor as he chased after his companion

Even after hearing Trevor's response Steve was still whooping with joy as xe replied "Who the fuck cares man! We don't have a leash anymore"

"I do. Considering that they -this guardian figure- could be the solution to solving both problems with one dice roll."

Steve froze mid-step for a moment as if to ponder on Trevor's reply, but seconds later started laughing again while xe backtracked "Your over thinking about this a little babe." Trevor stumbled over his own feet when Steve padded his back a little too hard in his excitement" Besides we already know the identity: it's the girl's subconscious or whatever. Seems like the most logical conclusion anyway"

"Oh yeah...I kinda forgot that was a thing" muttered Trevor as he picked himself up, still not quite convinced that he was over thinking things but reluctant to argue with his better half.

Still Steve heard Trevor's reluctance as if were a loud audible fart "Well Mr. Braniac how do you expect to get a hold of something that is basically the God of this realm hmm? Unless of course that is you know it's telephone number?" Steve spat back venomously head twisted backward so xyrs sardonic sneer was visible; but still continued forward without pause nor did he pay pay attention to where xe was placing his paws while continuing to lead the pair towards a unknown destination. At least Steve slowed down to a walking pace, much to Trevor's relief even though he didn't outright show it other than a wince that went unseen.

Trevor was still sore from Steve's jeolous induced overreaction earlier.

Meanwhile Steve was pleased to see realization dawn across the Minun's face before a blue-tipped smack into it.

"Duh, you're right. Over-thinking things is such a pain...So what's our next move?" Trevor inquired as the duo boarded the elevator, much to the amusement of the humans onboard.

The two had to grit their teeth and clench their paws to avoid zapping everyone that picked them up to grope, rub, and coddle their adorable forms and masculine pride into submission. Much to the duo's annoyance, the attention they received felt way too nice to hate and not enjoy just the tiniest bit: so they quickly found themselves relaxing enough to play their part of the friendly domesticated beast.

Thanks to Jayne's recent stunt, she was moved to the 15th floor; so it took at least a minute or two for the painfully slow elevator to finally make it to the lobby and for the pair to exit the cramped space. Once that episode was out the way Steve took the new lollipop out of xyrs mouth with a slobbery wet Pop in order to answer xrys partner's question "Well thanks to our metaphorical dragon's scouting mission: we now know that with our current avatar's skill level we don't have a snowball's chance in hell of slaying our quest as we are now. So we do what every competent fighter would do: Train." with that said Plusle returned to enjoying xyrs treat with the gusto 5 year old who just didn't care of the opinions of those around xem. Something that was normal for xem even in reality.

Trevor chose to just nod in response as he mutely enjoyed his own treat until a thought came to him when they were halfway across the stretch of field that was between the hospital and forest. "Didn't bitchtits-"

"Which one?" interrupted Steve turning around with a crunch of his sucker with the purest expression of confusion written all over his face. Trevor was about to answer the question seriously but both rodent had already collapsed in a fit of giggles before he could get a single word out. After laughs turned into snickers Trevor tried again "Didn't birdshit for brains warn us what would happen if Jayne's subconscious flexed it's muscles too much?"

"The whole 'Illusionary dream world will die and the girl AND us will get sucked into a nightmarish hell for the rest of the year'? Yes I sort of remember that little shtick. But see I've been thinking...-" Steve flicked xyrs sucker stick away and turned to walk backwards to face his companion as Trevor just began munching on his hard cherry-flavored candy. "-Objectively isn't it just as much of a benefit as it is a negative for us if this whole place were to crumble?"

Trevor swished the idea around in his brain until the pair cleared the rest of the field they were currently walking in towards the forest before finally admitting defeat "I...don't follow. Sounds like a horrible idea to me."

"I thought so too at first. But then I really really thought about it. Now answer me this: What's stopping birdybitchtits from rescuing the girl in the first place?"

"The girl...but I still don't see-"

But Steve butted in "Exactly. So if/after the Shadow wins the battle it's having with Jayne's subconcious, this world is destroyed, and we get swallowed up into a nightmarish hell- what happens after all that."

Trevor froze midstep as excitement began bubbling in his chest with sudden realization until the urge to leap with joy became too great for him to handle "Our bodies back in reality will start going apeshit like Jayne first did when she was first afflicted with the nightmare curse. The doctors and nurses will call Cresselia to tell her that something went wrong and-"

Steve began laughing again as he hopped around his companion like a jack-rabbit with an even greater excitement that xe xemself seemed to as powerless to contain as Trevor "We get rescued while Jayne can get therapy! Exactly little bear, knew you would arrive at the same answer as I did. Still it's mindblowing that even if we lose we actually win."

The bubble of excitement in Trevor's chest suddenly burst when reality cruelly popped it and was replaced with disappointment "Yeah but...that sounds like alot of pain for everyone involved. Not only do I want to avoid the psychological pain, but you've read Jayne's file as thoroughly as I have. The girl has a terrible history; you saw the sorry state Jayne was in when we first met her. What you're suggesting will likely cause her already fragile psyche to shatter into a thousand pieces. I don't think we'll be able to live with ourselves if that hap-"

Trevor was so absorbed in his audible thinking, that he didn't see the blast of electricity until it slammed into sightline just a dust particle away from hitting his foot paws while another blast whizzed past his head into a nearby tree.

Following a knee-jerk reaction Trevor whirled around to face the attack's source only to fall on his ass once he saw the ferocious visage of a outraged Plusle dominating his vision just as it began shouting "TREVOR stop being so pessismistic! You always poke holes in every suggestion anyone says and its INFURIATING!" Trevor quickly backpedaled behind the freshly scorched tree that ended up falling over when his paws touched it as it also simultaneously bursting into flame. In the end Trevor ended up cowering up into a ball as he waited for the sparks discharging from the fuming Plusle's body to stop.

Even after eighteen years of a loving marriage and Trevor knowing that Steve wouldn't actually hurt _hurt_him: Steve's temper was still as piss-inducing horrifying as it was unpredictable as a faulty wired explosive strapped to his crotch.

Surprisingly Trevor didn't have to wait long once Steve was finished deflating with his breathing exercises "Look. Like I said I've thought on this idea for a while and I didn't actually say that I liked the drawbacks either. All I'm saying is that objectively: it's an easy solution to a complicated problem. We don't even have to be sucked into Nightmareland if we practice going back into our actual bodies enough until the process only takes a second."

"The process hurts alot though..." mumbled Trevor into his arms as if afraid any sort of words would piss Steve off again.

Surprisingly Steve took Trevor's pessimism in stride this time and was his usual lax self again "Not if we practice enough. Besides its ALOT better then the alternative... Now to take care of your point involving Jayne's wellbeing" Steve sighed with a touch of sad determination worming it's way on xrys expression "Just have a bit of faith. I'm sure Jayne is a lot tougher than you give her credit for; especially after the shitstorm she had to endure in her past and her forced present company with a person she must loath with every fiber of her being. Makes me feel better about our situation actually AND what will in the end motivate me to immediately grab our contingency plan once it becomes available. Don't know about you but I REALLY don't want front row seats to that fuck-fest. Nor do I want to be there when she finds out that we essentially tried to help the thing she hates more than Celebi. Always thought 'fate has a sense of humor' was just a saying' that was tossed around in the media like a cheap whore second it was created by some cheap 2 cent hack-job. Surprisingly it has some truth to it...You know what else makes me feel better?"

Not even a second after that statement the calm composure that Steve had during xyrs explanation vanished when a fury even greater than before warped the Plusle's expression as he continued blasting the scorched tree with everything xe had while still ranting "Picturing that throttling that fucking brat with the rat with my own hands while fucking that asshole Darkrai in his grinning mouth! What pisses me off is the fact that our failure when we went out of our way to help rat boy is still fresh in my mind and how much that mistake is being nailed in our asses that if we succeeded: both our AND Jayne's misery would be non-existent." Steve's rage was suddenly replaced with a look of sorrow that made Trevor's heart ache as the Minun's ears could barely make out "I don't want to be fucked bloody anymore."

Before Trevor could even move to console Steve a look of cold determination became immediate evident on Steve's face "But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we just waited for the inevitable to happen. Which is why we are out here. We're shooting for the good ending of this game. Our strategy as of now is to whip these bodies into shape until we can kick that fucker's ass with our ha- paws... tied behind our backs. During that time we find at least several pieces of evidences that would destroy this illusion. At the same time however we prepare for the worst case scenario and grab our rope once we bite off more than we can chew. Is that OK with you love?"

Trevor was smiling as he wrapped his arms around Steve from behind "I can get behind that"

Steve sighed in relief, thanking his lucky stars that Trevor somehow didn't find a single flaw in his plan "Good." The hairs on the back of Steve's neck started to rise as the feeling of murderous intent was starting to bore holes into xyrs skull. A quick glance around immediately answered the unasked question as the Volbeat and Illumise took in the sight of their home slowly burning to the ground with two electric aligned rodents standing in its wreckage.

"Well...that's one way to pick a fight I guess" chuckled Trevor as he cracked his knuckles and popped is neck as per his pre-battle tradition. In response Steve just grinned as the Volbeat and Illumise had finally just finished processing the come-hither gesture he had just done a moment ago.

While their opponents launched themselves at them recklessly across the 5 yard gap between each duo Steve gripped Trevor's hand as sparks bounced off both their bodies and said "What can I say: making bitches hot under the collar just comes to me naturally"

"Takes one to know one" Fired back Trevor chuckling at his own wit... only to stifle his laughter when a deadly look that could frighten even a Garchomp flashed across Steve's face while xrys crushing grip made Trevor noticeably wince.

"Better hope I forget about that before this is over" Steve warned; the same moment during this exchange some invisible cue was exchanged between the electric rodents a millisecond before simultaneously releasing the energy they had been gathering to fire directly at their bull rushing opponents; as if firing metaphorical starter pistol they too began to sprint to meet their foes. Starting what was sure to be a heated collision of wills.