Jeez. It's been awhile hasn't it? There's nothing keeping me from writing more other than laziness and the want to work on other things. (Speaking of, I've been attempting to learn how to draw and that's what's taking up my time. Mostly fat anthro pokemon and other such fatty shenanigans.)But enough shameless plugging.

Can't say I'm hugely satisfied with this chapter. Feels like a bit of a plot dump, but I dont know if that's because it actually is or because there's no sex to dilute the plot. Either way, the plot is necessary because I AM actually looking to finish this piece of shit.


Will yawned as he awoke at an unknown hour of the morning. He reached into his pocket to find what had awoken him: a text message from Salem.

"Office. Now." When he puts it that way he actually makes it seem like I should care.

Will looked around and suddenly remembered where he was. Sceptile hadn't come home, otherwise Will wouldn't still be on her doorstep. He wracked his brain as to where she could have gone, but nothing came to mind.

It's pointless to think about it. I'll just have to come back later.

A half an hour later, Will found himself walking through a familiar area of the Club. Once more he was surrounded by sex, but not in the mood to partake in any of it. Somberly he passed by many people and pokemon he knew without so much as a glance. He tread down several halls and finally into the circular, atrium-like room before the elevator to Salem's office. Already Will was hesitant to head inside, but he stopped completely when he spotted Tera near the elevator.

She smiled as Will came into view, but the smile was faint. "What a bad day to be inside, don't you think?"Something about Tera's voice bothered Will.

"Small talk is unlike you. What do you want."

Tera chuckled. "I guess there's no fooling you. You're growing up so fast, just like him, but you're different. I can see it."

"What in the ever-lasting fuck are you talking about?"

"I can see you're in no mood for games today. We'll discuss this later then. Good luck up there." Without another word, Tera stepped to the side. Rolling his eyes, Will walked passed her and rode up to Salem's office.

Looking more than a little disinterested, Will sat in his chair, directly across from Salem.

"Glad you could come on such short notice."

Will said nothing.

"How are you doing today, Will."

"Why did you call me up here," Will said coldly.

"I believe you just answered you're own question."

Again Will said nothing.

Salem sighed. "I get the distinct impression that you don't trust me anymore."

Whatever would make you think that?

"Surely you don't think I'm the one responsible for what happened, do you? I can assure you, I had nothing to do with what happened to you and Gro- well, Sceptile now."

"But you just so happened to be there to take advantage of the situation. Sounds a little suspicious when you put it that way, doesn't it? Speaking of, I don't appreciate you trying to weaponize me."

Salem chuckled. "Well I'm a bit of an opportunist, you see. I thought you'd be a little more receptive."

"I'm not a pawn, and I'm not playing your game."

"You know what I think would do you some good: a vacation. Take however long you need. I'll postpone all operations until you return." With that, Salem leaned back, looking as confident as ever. "And if it makes you feel any better, you're a lot more important than a pawn on this hypothetical chessboard. "

What a dick.

Will did his best not to show he was angry as he stood up and left the room. He ground his teeth as he exited the elevator on the bottom floor. There off the side of the elevator was Tera. She hadn't moved an inch.

"So, is he starting to annoy you yet," she said gesturing toward the elevator. Will ignored her and made his way to the exit. "He has her, you know."

At Tera's word, Will stopped in his tracks.

"Ahh, I see that got your attention. That's right. Salem has your precious Sceptile, although, I wasn't exactly supposed to tell you that. I'm such a softy."

"Where is-"

"Now that I can't tell you...not yet anyway."

Almost immediately Will turned and grabbed Tera by the neck. "Tell me where she is."

"Mmm, just like that. Now smack me a little." Will cringed as he retracted his hand, to which Tera laughed. "I'm just kidding, and you can calm down. I don't even know where she is, but I'm positive Salem took her."

"...why would-"

"Why would I tell you this? Oh no reason." Tera looked toward the ceiling and smiled. She wasn't trying very hard to disguise herself. Something very obvious seemed off about her.

Will sighed. "What do you want?"

"Oh I though you'd never ask. I just need you to make a promise to me."

"I don't make promises."

"Then I guess you'll never see Sceptile again. Sure would have been helpful to have a pair of eyes and ears like mine on the inside to gather information for you. Plus that whole 'psychic' thing might have come in handy, but I guess you don't make promises."

"Fucking...fine."

"Excellent. Now I need you to promise you'll help me take Salem down."

"Fine, whatever, just...help you what, now?"

Tera smiled even wider. She repeated herself even slower than before. "I need you to help me knock him down a peg."

"...Why would you, of all people-"

"There's no such thing as undying love, Will." Tera's smile unnerved Will, especially as she inched her face closer. "Especially for someone who's abandoned you."

Will kept her at bay with a gentle hand against her chest. "What do you mean, 'take him down a peg?'"

"Nothing violent if that's what you're thinking. I just want to teach him a lesson or two, and you're going to help me."

Will studied her face closely. Clearly there was something wrong.

Like I'm speaking to a whole nother person.

"Oh Will. Whatever would make you think such a thing?"

"That sarcasm and tone of voice certainly would. I've only known you for three months, but you've never joked around like this."

"Does it matter who you're speaking to? I could be a ghost or an alien for all you know, but either way, I have information you need, and I'm more than willing to part with it, if you'll help me."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Hmm," Tera thought to herself for a moment. "Now that's a toughie. All I can say now is that you're just going to have to trust me. If you can't make up your mind just yet, you don't have to do anything. For now, just listen. Be my eyes and ears for a bit. Salem trusts you more than anyone, even the suits."

"I don't know about that. He sent me on vacation..."

"Still playing the 'nice guy' cards, huh?...He'd only do something like that if...did something happen between you two?"

"He thinks I don't trust him, which isn't far off from the truth."

"He's trying to gain your favor again then. That's perfect. Play into it. If he thinks you don't trust him, he won't trust you. Hmm...I may actually need you now after all."

Will had never seen anyone, let alone Tera smile in such a devilish way. It was becoming increasingly hard trust her, but he couldn't risk her telling the truth about Sceptile, after all, kidnapping seemed like something Salem might do.

"Will, go back up there and tell him you want to get back to work."

"Why? What's that going to accomplish?"

"Well, it'll build a bit of trust, for one thing, and it just might throw him off a bit. I think it's about time we pulled you from under his thumb." Tera grinned, but Will felt clueless, and it showed. "Just trust me. Tell him you want to work, oh and make it convincing."

By the time Will arrived at the top floor, Salem had dawned his white overcoat and was heading for the elevator. There was a momentary look of shock on Salem's face when Will stepped into the room. Salem's expression went from shocked to incredulous as Will further explained what he was doing there.

"You...don't want to take time off?" The look of disbelief on Salem's face amused Will to no end. He had to fight hard not to show it.

"Is this a problem?"

"No...not at all..."

"So," Will sighed as he plopped down in his chair. "What's next then?"

A short time later, both Will and Salem exited the elevator on the ground floor. "Compared to some of the things I've had you do, it should no problem. I'll leave the rest to you."

"I'll have it done tomorrow."

"Good." Salem talked without stopping. In just a few seconds he had left through a random door, leaving Will alone in the large rotunda.

He sure seemed to be in a hurry.

"Of course he was." Tera appeared behind Will, seemingly from nowhere. Will turned to find her smile as big as ever, maybe even bigger. "You threw his pattern out of whack, with my help of course."

"What do you mean?"

"Salem's a bit of a control freak. He expects things to go his way all the time, and they usually do. He knew you wouldn't come back, and when you did, it made him feel uncomfortable, like he wasn't in control anymore. At least for a little bit."

"Huh...does kinda make sense..."

"Of course it does." Tera grinned as she lurched forward, wrapping her arms around Will's neck.

"What the-"

"Just keep doing as I tell you, and we'll both get what we want," Tera whispered into Will's ear.

"...Sure thing. But I'm gonna need you to do something first: stop rubbing my butt."

"Whoops," she said 'innocently' as she pulled away. "I'm sorry about that. Those eyes of yours do such terrible things to my mind, you know. Yes, of course I know about them. So does Salem. You should really be careful with those things."

"Hey, I am, usually."

"Probably not for long..."

"What?"

"Nothing. So tell me what Salem's up to."

Will spent a short time explaining what he was told by Salem, and Tera listened intently. After it was all said and done, she left Will alone after flashing, to him what seemed like a very suspicious smile.

"Keep doing what you're doing. I'll see you in awhile," she said. It didn't leave Will with much to go on.

Son of a bitch. I feel like a puppet being pulled in two different directions. If I can't trust Salem, who CAN I trust? Certainly not Tera, I don't trust her as far as I can throw her, but dammit, she may be right about Sceptile. It's not unlike Salem to do something like that, and I've never known Tera to straight up lie before...but then again, she's never acted this way until now. It's like I'm speaking to a different person. Could be. With pokemon, you can never tell. Another gardevoir? Not too much of a stretch at all. Oh well. It's not like I can do anything about it now. I hate being this powerless.

Will gave very little thought to the task Salem had given him. As far as he was concerned, it was a simple operation.

It's open and shut. He wants me to capture a pokemon from some lab. Of course he had to be vague about it and not tell me what I'm looking for, but I have the information I need to find it. It's a low security complex and we already have three agents inside, way more than usual now that I think about it. The work does itself. It took only a few minutes to call who I needed to call and arrange things. It'll be done by tomorrow. I don't want to be bothered with it anyway. There are other things on my mind now...

Will didn't have to wander deep into the more risque area of the Club to find what he was looking for. The pokemon he searched for often lurked the hallways there, stalking potential fun for the night. He was lucky to have found her when he did. By the time he had found her, she had pinned some poor man against the wall. Her toothy grin looked to be scaring the man half to death, but who wouldn't be scared pinned against the wall by a wild-looking garchomp.

"Susan," Will called to her.

Susan sighed. "Busy."

"This is important."

Turning to see Will more serious than usual, she sighed again. "You owe me."

"I may end up owing you more than that. Walk with me." Will started down the hall and Susan walked by his side. They took many turns, heading deeper and deeper into the maze of hallways that was the Club. The farther in they went, they safer Will felt. "How close are you to Salem, Sue?"

"Not very."

"What about Tera?"

"The stick? Hate her. She'd always soak up Salem's attention, back when I cared anyway. Why do you want to know?"

"I need to know who's on my side. I didn't have to think about this before, but things have changed."

"Hey, don't include me in whatever you're planning. Besides, aren't you and Salem buddy-buddy? Talk to him."

Will was silent for a moment. "Look, you're the last person I'd ask any other day, but I really need friends about now. I'm not gonna mince words. Salem...he took someone from me. If anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do. I'll owe you one. I'll owe you a hundred. Just please, I need your help with this."

The two of them stopped in the middle of the silent hallway as Susan gave Will a stern look. They stared at each for a short while. "You realize what you're asking me, don't you? If I'm hearing this right, you're going up against Salem, the person who owns this place. If you fuck up, you're out of here for good, possibly worse, and I could get dragged down with you. Do you know how bad of a deal this is for me?"

"Yeah..."

Susan stared at him for a little while longer. His eyes had adopted a look of shame more than anything. She scoffed as she made her way down the hall. "I'll think about it."

Thanks for that at least...

As Will strolled through the back end of the Club, he went through a very long mental list of people and pokemon he knew. Many of them would have been useful, but he couldn't trust them all to keep a secret. At the very least, he had an obvious choice or two. He headed back to his apartment in hopes that who he was looking for hadn't moved. Luck was on his side this time.

"Cheri."

"Will," Cheri answered while looking the other way. "No tricks this time. Turn around."

Will sighed and did as he was asked. "I promise I won't do it again."

"Did you apologize to her?"

"That's why I'm here. I can't tell you all the details yet, but someone's taken her."

"What?! Who? That can't have happened here in Eminence."

"I can't say. He's...in a powerful position. It's not something I can go to the police for."

Cheri thought to herself for a minute straight. She almost couldn't believe the conclusion she had reached. "You can't mean...Salem, can you?" Will's silence said it all. "I thought he was just a rumor. He actually exists? And why would he kidnap..."

"I don't know. I think he want's to use her as leverage."

"Against you? What does he want with you?"

"Look, I can't explain all of this now. I just need to know if you'll help me."

Cheri huffed. "You're an idiot if you thought I wouldn't. I don't know who this bastard thinks he is, but kidnapping someone you love as insurance is just...UGH!" Will was happy his back was still to Cheri. Her enthusiasm brought a smile to his face. "So Will, what's the plan?"

"Honestly, I don't know yet. I have so little information right now. I'm just making sure I have someone who can back me up."

"I might be able to help with that. Where's the last place you saw her?"

"The residential district just east of town. I think the address was-"

"Good enough. I'll call you when I find something." Almost immediately Cheri leapt from her seat and went for the door.

"Wait." Cheri was halfway through the door when Will called. She turned only her head to look at him. "Be careful. He has eyes and ears everywhere. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this..."

"You forget who you're talking to, Will." With a smile and a wink, Cheri was gone, leaving Will with one more ally.

And yet I feel guilty inside somehow. I get the feeling this isn't going to end painlessly, but there's no point in stopping now. Cheri has the right idea. We need information, and it shouldn't be too hard to find now. Since the Club's population isn't exactly booming, it's residential district is small. Most people tend to live in the city, so Cheri shouldn't have an issue searching what's essentially the suburbs. Maybe with both her and Tera helping out, I can finally figure out what's going on. Not much I can do until then...

For hours, Will sat and thought to himself. Over and over he went through his mental list of the people and pokemon. Many of them could potentially help, but they were also liabilities. Many of them he felt were too close to Salem. Will couldn't take the chance of them going off and saying something to the enemy. As such, Will's list had gotten very short. It was beginning to hurt his head just thinking about it. He felt tired. Already it was late in the evening, and there was no point in tiring himself out.

He found it hard to sleep in his worried state, but after an hour of staring at the ceiling and walls, he eventually dozed off. It was at times like this that time usually seemed its slowest, but it felt his eyes had only been closed for minutes when he awoke the next morning.

The sun had just begun to rise. Will was awake much earlier than normal, but not by his usual alarm. Having set his phone on the table, he only had to reach over to find that he had a text message from Salem. 'Tower. Basement' it said. Will knew what it meant.

Our second meeting place. Probably the tallest tower in Eminence. Looks like my team completed the operation. Let's see what we caught.

Will's new apartment was very close to the tower In only a few minutes, he had arrived. He idly waved at the receptionist as he passed by and made his way to an elevator through a door and down a hall that only a select few had access to. A biometric scanner made sure of this.

Salem has a hardon for those things.

Will was never sure of just how far down he went, but as fast as the elevator seemed to travel, he was sure he was quite a ways down.

The elevator opened up into a thin corridor. Things were very different than before. The floor was made of shiny black marble, while the walls were some kind of polished stone, grey, and almost depressing-looking. The ceiling seemed to be one big fluorescent light after the other. Will didn't enjoy being there at all.

He picked up the pace as he walked down the narrow hall. It wasn't long before he reached the guard: a man wearing a very snazzy white suit and red tie, though he sat behind a wall with a window made of bulletproof glass. The man recognized Will and instantly buzzed the door to let him in. As he passed, Will could see an assault rifle laid against the wall just within the man's reach as always. It used to make Will nervous, though he had gotten used to it very quickly.

Feels like something right out of the movies. This place used to be cool, now it's just annoying.

The hallway opened up into a small lab, sparsely occupied at the time. It was maybe twice the size of an average classroom, and as usual it was in pristine condition. No beaker or test tube looked out of place and its white walls and floor were spotless. Though whatever was being worked on, wasn't very sensitive. The few people occupying it were dressed somewhat casually with only the basic amount of protection.

None of them gave will a first glance as he passed by. In the next room Will found who he was looking for.

"What is this thing," Will asked as he approached the center of the dimly lit room. Salem was waiting there for him.

"A man-made pokemon."

Will stopped in front of the supposed man-made pokemon. It was encased in a glass ball held by complicated-looking machinery stretching from the floor and ceiling. The pokemon wildly bounced off around its 'cage,' until it either tired itself out, or got bored.

"It's a porygon," Salem continued.

"That doesn't look like any porygon I've ever seen." To Will, it barely resembled a pokemon at all. While it had the normal pink and blue coloring of a porygon, everything else was completely different. It had a ball-shaped body, and its tube-like 'limbs' almost seemed like they weren't attached. Its head floated just above its body but acted as if it had a mind of its own, sometimes spinning or straying away from the porygon's mass.

"Indeed. This is what happens when a porygon is infected by a virus, or so the rumor goes. Porygon-Z they call it. This one was caught wreaking havoc in government computers for apparently no reason which is no surprise. They're unpredictable creatures, destroying and rewriting data wherever they go. They're not seen as useful however since no one has figured out how these creatures work."

"Does it talk?"

Salem tapped the glass. In response, the porygon made an indecipherable noise.

Sounds like machinery mixed with that sound you get when you try to connect to the internet using dial-up.

"Soooo, what are you going to do with a destructive, uncontrollable, unpredictable pokemon?"

"Everything." Salem smiled as he stepped closer to the large, glass ball. He removed his glasses and stared at the strange pokemon, not once averting his eyes or even blinking. The porygon's wild movements gradually slowed and soon stopped. "Open the cage!" Salem yelled. On command, the two halves of the large glass ball began to split as the machinery retracted into the floor and ceiling.

"Wait, won't it-"

"Watch."

It was only a matter of time before the cage opened enough for the pokemon to slip through. Will feared the worst. He stepped back, prepared for all hell to break loose, but shockingly, the porygon stayed in placed, hovering in front of Salem's face.

"You can understand me, can't you?" The porygon tilted its disjointed head before making more strange and indecipherable noises. Salem chuckled and pulled his phone from his pocket. "This is for you. It's your home now."

The porygon briefly 'spoke' again before bursting into a cloud of swirling electricity. It spun in place for a short time, and as Salem held his phone into the air, the cloud was sucked inside. The phone jittered and shook violently, but soon it stopped. As he put his glasses back on, Salem turned to Will. Never before had Salem's eyes seemed so bright.

"No way..."

"What's the matter, Will? You look like you've seen a ghost." Salem smiled wider than usual. Will's face was priceless.

"Your eyes...they're-"

"Like yours? Hmm, I'm having the strangest case of deja vu."

"But how? When did you-"

"You're going to make me explain everything, aren't you?" Salem sighed. "Well it had to come out sooner or later. I've known about your eyes since the beginning. That's why you're here. When did I get mine? Well a short time before you got yours. As for how, well that I can't adequately explain. That's a question for a geneticist. Try asking your mother and father, they might be able to shed some light on things."

"Geneticist? My dad's a math teacher and my mom owns a pokemart."

"Sure she does. Will, my plans for you are coming to fruition, and being the good-natured person that I am," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "I don't want you to be in the dark about it. If I'm going to show you what you're really capable of, you're going to have to find out what you are. You're smart. You'll figure it out, I'm sure."

Without another word, Salem exited the room, leaving Will to his thoughts.

Geneticist...he has to be full of shit, has to be...

Despite his doubt, Will's curiosity was more than piqued. As much as it pained him to listen to Salem, he had to know the truth. It wouldn't hurt to ask, even if it wasn't true.

I must have the word 'gullible' written on m forehead.

A very short time later, Will found himself at home, his phone in hand. It rang briefly before someone on the other side picked up.

"We don't have any damn money."

"Mom?"

"Will? Goodness I didn't recognize your number. Where are you calling from?"

"Oh, I moved..."

"Without telling me?! Where to? I swear, if you're in another country-" Just then, Will could a muffled voice in the background. "Oh Honey, it's Will. Pick up the other phone."

"Will," Will could clearly hear the voice say. It was unmistakably his father. A few moments later, Will heard the sound of the second phone on the line.

"Heeey, how you doing, son?"

"And why haven't you called," Will's mother interjected. "Sam, he moved without telling us."

"Again? Is that the third time, now? Where'd you move to?"

"And why did you move? Are you having financial trouble again? Do you need to move back here?"

"Julia, don't start that again. I'm sure he's doing fine. Speaking of, you still work for that graphic design place?"

"They're paying you enough to get by, right?"

Will sighed as he massaged his temples to quell his ever-growing headache.

And they wonder why I never call.

"Mom, dad, please. We'll go over this later. I've got something important to ask you. Do either of you know anything about..." Will sighed again. "This is going to sound stupid, but...genetics?"

The line went silent. Patiently Will waited as his mom and dad most likely collected their thoughts.

"N-no. Why would you ask that?" There was an obvious tone of nervousness in her voice. It looked like Salem might have been right. "You don't know anything about genetics, do you, Honey?" When Will's father refused to answer, Will's mother asked again, though not quite as nicely. "Sam," she said in a harsh whisper.

"Julia, you knew it was going to happen. Don't you think its about time we told him?"

"No, I don't, but it's not like we can hide it now." Will's mother let out a heavy sigh. It worried Will slightly.

"Mom, Dad, should I be scared?"

"No, Son. Not at all. It's just a chapter in life we wanted to leave behind." Will's father pondered out loud. "Hmm, I know how you hate long stories, so I wont bore you with the details. I don't know where you heard this but yes we were geneticists. It's how I met your mother. Canalave University."

"1984," Will's mother added. "Your father used to be fascinated by psychic pokemon, but didn't have the skill at the time to understand how they tick."

"There was a theory going around that a psychic pokemon's abilities are genetic. We weren't quite sure if their genes determine how their brain is formed, giving them their abilities or if it's something else. So I decided I'd figure it out and just started searching through genes and injecting them into things. I figured, I'd either prove or disprove something eventually. Hey, I was young at the time."

"And impatient."

"Finding anything was a one-in-a-million shot seeing as there's an estimated thirty-thousand separate genes in any given pokemon but I had lots of needles, lots of time, and a few lab rattata. Just some shenanigans I was doing on the side while going to school. "

"A regular old mad scientist."

"Technically, neither of us were full fledged geneticists at the time, I'd only been in college for three years, not that it mattered much to me. The thing is, I thought I found something. One of the rattata I'd been injecting, as crazy as it sounds, starting acting different, smarter maybe. I couldn't tell if it was actually psychic. I tested the thing for weeks but couldn't prove it. I needed something a little more...sentient."

"So you injected me," Will asked expected the worst.

"Of course not. You weren't even born yet. The rat and I shared the same blood type so...yeah. Needless to say, nothing happened. Bit of a disappointment really, but if it were that easy, everyone would be doing it. Well after that failure, I decided to call it quits. I get discouraged pretty easily. But if you can believe it, someone picked up where I left off: a friend of mine who I'd been sharing this with. I showed him the rattata and he was fascinated with its apparent 'boost of intelligence.' I was done with it, so I didn't care what did. A month later, we were shut down, the whole lab. Rumor was that my former friend had been doing some illegal experiments. I don't know if this is true, but they said he'd been injecting other people the same way I injected rattata. Somehow word got out and the Church of Arceus took offense. They made a few angry calls and well, my name may have been dropped somewhere during the ordeal. I had to quit, but thankfully your mother came with me."

Will waited expecting to hear more, but his father seemed content with his story. "Sooo, what? Where do I come in?"

"Oh...then you were born. That's about it."

Will's mother sighed. "What your father is trying to say is, we don't really know. You were born as you are. All we have are theories. We didn't tell anyone because we wanted you to live a normal life."

"So what, I'm like psychic?"

"We don't know. What we can say for sure is that whatever it is, it manifests itself through your eyes, and...it may get stronger over time. We're not sure, it's just something we observed. You may have been too young to remember, but you had a tendency to use it pokemon you found in the backyard, well, before I put a stop to it. I didn't know if you knew what your were doing and I didn't care. I didn't want it to interfere with your life."

"And we didn't quite know of an appropriate time to come out and tell you about it. 'Hey son, did you know you might be part psychic pokemon?' Not only would it have been awkward, but really there was no need to tell you about it. That and it seemed to be in your mother's best interest to keep you in the dark. I felt roughly the same way. I hope it hasn't become too much of an issue."

"No...not at all." Will felt both relieved and disappointed. There was however something still irking him. "Dad, your friend, what was his name?"

Will's father had to think for only a second before remembering the name. "Todd Bailey. Plug his name into any search engine and I'm sure you'll find something."

"Thanks. I'll do just that."

"Are you going to be alright, son," Will's father asked noticing the sudden downturn in Will's voice.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'm tired, I just...need to rest a bit. Thank's mom and dad."

"Your welcome, son."

"We love you, sweetie."

Slowly Will placed the phone back on the hook. Not sure how to feel, he lay on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

Wow...what the fuck, man.

Sceptile awoke to the sound of nothingness. She felt strangely refreshed but unclear as to where she was or what had happened the day before. She could remember talking to a strange, white-haired man, but nothing else.

Wherever Sceptile was, it was dark, though she could still see her hand in front of her face with help from a bright light shining from beneath the metal door across the room. With nowhere else to go, she stood up and made her way to the door, only to find it locked. She felt along the walls for a light switch, but had no luck on that front.

Finally feeling just a little panicked, she banged on the door, hoping there was someone close enough to hear it. She yelled for help, and after only a minute, she could hear footsteps. They were getting louder.

"Hello," she yelled under the door. "Can you help me?"

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of footsteps drawing closer. When they finally arrived, Sceptile leapt back as she heard a loud bang come from the door.

"Shut the fuck up in there." That was all the voice said before fading away down the hall, muttering something about sleep.

With that, Sceptile was already out of options. She crawled back into her bed and waited in the dark