Thunder and Ice (Jolteon x Glaceon) {Pokemon}

Black Heart

Me: Ermahgerrrd, I'm sooo excited for this chappie. :3

Copper: You're excited for all of them here on out. Ha. xD

Me: But this one is super unique and takes a change on the story and stuff! And I'm also really, really scared because there's gonna be a lot of shocking things in this one. *Shudders*

Scarlet: ...W-why are we here instead of Shard or Th-Thun-?

Fawn: HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT LAST CHAPTER AND MAKE SHARD SO SAD AND HURT HER AND AAAGGHHH! *Attempts to pounce with tiny claws drawn, but Copper tightly grasps her fluffy tail, holding her back* LEMME GOOOOO!

Me: *Ignores Fawn and addresses Scarlet* If Sharunder showed up right now, I'll be in for a world of hurt by Thundie, and Shardy would completely drown that world in tears. Nuh-uh, I do not want to live through that... U_U

Scarlet: Eep...

Fawn: YOU ARE A CRUEL, CRUEL SNIVY AND I WISH YOU WOULD FALL INTO A PIT AND GET STUCK THERE! :(

Scarlet: A-ah! That's s-so mean. ;_;

Copper: Reeeeel it back a bit, Fawn. You can get your revenge when Shadow is sleeping.

Fawn: *Growls, but listens* Yeah, good point... hehe...

Me: I'M NOT OKAY WITH THIS. O_O

Scarlet: W-we're just fennekin cubs. We're not th-that bad... not like you'll be burned or any... thing...

Star: *Sneaks up behind Fawn with a mischievous grin* I'll fetch the whip cream. ;)

Fawn: Muwahaha... :D

Me: Oh, phew. What a relief. ^^

Star: And by that I mean THE WHIP CREAM OF NIGHTMARES AND DEATH.

Fawn: YEAAAAAH!

Me: *Faints*

Scarlet and Copper: ._.;;

Aqua's POV

I didn't recognize a thing here. Despite the warm sunshine outside, it was darker and colder than at the beach at night, and I really wanted to see my family again because it was really bad here and I didn't like it. Not this beast, this... thing. I didn't even have a clue to what kind of Pokémon kidnapped me and I was scared. So... scared...

A cold breeze blew into the den and chilled my thick fur and I shivered from more than just crying. It billowed and whistled louder than some other noises within this cave, but only for a small bit. My sobs turned squeaky until the wind subsided, and then I choked down the rest of the emotions trying to reduce me to a wailing and bawling mess. I didn't have the energy to go through a cycle of crying again. I didn't know if I could stay awake long enough to do so.

Steady, weak crunching kept echoing off the hollow walls. It was a slow, steady, never rushed sound, and each snap and tear convinced me to shiver more and more and never raise a peep, never voice against the monster holding me in captivity. The monster would snarl and hiss and wield scary claws and bare scary fangs if I did and... I just needed to survive until Mom or Dad or Brother saved me, whenever it would happen. My horrible situation would soon be a memory to smile at as a vaporeon because I'd never see the bad monster again, maybe, hopefully...