I'm happy I'm writing the average length now, but my chapters here won't come out as long. You know, the Ihavebadnewsandgoodnews situation. But don't worry. I'm working on the story whenever my mind goes aloof with situations during the morning rites at school. It's because I hold too many ongoing projects, yes. But, again, I'm not giving up on this...

Enjoy.

Word count: 925 words

-the Extrasensory prophecy-

Everything was uncertainly different. Everything was slowly tossing itself left and right, even heavy furnitures, and those fuzzy figures that were probably live creatures. "Uncertain", because she was unsure if her head was just bobbing left and right to a song, or the world suddenly started to change Unsure, because she was stuck trying to absorb the world's sudden change. Still, she had a feeling the fuzziness was a familiar situation...

She looked up, eyes rolling slowly (from fatigue, maybe?). It was a dull color grey, as if thunder-filled clouds linked together to make a clear canvas. She felt her strength slowly drained away as she noticed...

She looked to her right, which was a blot of fuzzy colors, but mostly an aqua like flooring, like watery grass to stand on. A slender white figure loomed before her, the closest and blurriest thing that almost touched her. "Almost", because she noticed a barrier prevent the ghostly like figure. She really thought it was peculiarly similar to something...

"Still blurry, dear?" A soft yet dark voice reached her ear. She knocked herself to a wall, drunkenly to add.

"...blurry...my tail feels shaky...you...who are...you?"

"I'm rather shocked you can't remember." She could sense mockery in the voice, feeling the white figure float around in circles. If floating was finally possible. She felt something tap the barrier — a glass, she guessed.

"...Serperior."

She cringed upon the familiar name. She blinked, squeeezing her eyes shut. The idle smile on her snout instantly shifted to a frown. Her muscles stiffened. And she felt her blood red eyes open, glaring at a clearer sight of an ice maiden.

"Frosslass."

The ghost type seemed to have smirked upon their bickering. "Seemed," because her ice mask was covering the truth behind her emotions. Her small hands, adorned by a very loose white sleeve, hugged a fairly new wooden clipboard. The papers clipped to it were lying face-down on her chest, so peeking at its contents would cancel out. A classy yet decent ribbon hung on her waist, ice shards lying on her head, blue eyes sparkling just like them. She laughed, a sadistic laugh that bounced off the room.

"We placed the pills in your bowl of udon yesterday." She batted her eyelashes, gripping her board much more firmly. "Of course, your rampant rages could destroy most of our experimenting devices, otherwise known as the most advanced technology in the world." She bore a sly grin, following a distasteful smirk, as she gestured towards the machinery that smoked, held water, or calculate rows and columns of digits. "We're prepared for anything you throw against us. We know you. Everything about you. There is no use in rebellion."

A question immediately bolted out of her mouth. "Everything?" She mocked with pure joy racking at her head. "Then answer this: who are my parents?" She felt crackles and sizzles of static pricking at her body in what she found out to be a glass tube, but it didn't matter to her. She didn't know the answer — whereas she tried to hide the stupidity in it all with a facade of mockery — but the spice of curiosity made a quarter of her pleasure in their dirty word exchange.

Frosslass drew back by almost a yard, discarding a pair of half-moon spectacles. Upon placing it on her eyes, she tapped them in a smart gesture. "If I told you..." the smirk wiped off her face, replaced by a remorseful frown (which was unbelievable, to say the least).

"...then you'd kill yourself..." Then she disappeared out of sight, like a nimble Abra ninja-escaping from harm.

Embers crackled from her snout, as she saw a four-legged figure replace the ice type's role. As the silhouette grew nearer, a katana-like sword, a pink snout and crimson eyes that held the intense glare that she did as well appeared, mouth unmoving. She wasn't all too surprised. In fact, she wanted another dark trade of sadistic smiles, and the word, traitor awaited to be shouted as well.

Because he was one, and nothing — nothing — would change that.

"Breakfast will be served at three AM. And if you're not awake by then..." The illusion fox was in the middle of her speech, in which thirty minutes passed. "...you will receive a Hyper Beam."

Magmarashi kept quivering, and Bayleaf was handcuffed too tightly to at least stomp on him. He shook like a newborn lilipuppy, the fires that often flared when he was alone with Bayleaf nowhere to be found. She was too tired from the journey to here, to scold him on his pathetic behavior. She shook her head, once again furious.

"And, most importantly, when you try to escape at any time of day..."

His ears suddenly twitched, his paws suddenly brought his weight up, and the volcanic flames made its debut again. His eyes were blood-shot, the expression you get a second after you're shot with a gun. A pink glint appeared in his eyes, along with a fierce hot pink aura that enveloped him. It died down within a split second, but his shock remained. And just like that, he melted the tough cuffs and sprung to the other side of the room. "Serperior..." He muttered absentmindedly.

The grass type was about to have a word in this, but Zoroark beat her to it.

"...the reward is on the house."

Was this his plan?