Author's Notes:

WARNING: This chapter and the next two contain SPOILERS for V-Oblivion's sidestory, A new world, A new game. For those of you who wish to view that without SPOILERS, you have been warned!
This is only part one of our crossover. Anyone care to point out Vincent's obvious trigger?

It was the middle of the night when Bit finally stirred, which caught Vincent's attention very quickly, as the Porygon-Z was attempting to leave the compartment. The door shut itself in a blue glow of power, which caused Bit to turn and look at the Kadabra with thankfully normal eyes. Why do you seek to leave, Bit?

"I have done someth-th-thing unconscionable. I should pay for my ac-ac-actions."

You will, by being in our custody. At least, until I do this.

The program tilted its disconnected head to one side. "Do what?"

At that, Vincent closed his eyes and sighed before saying the next sentence in a very drained tone. Subject sixteen, this is master Vincent. Enter diagnostic mode. Delete the operating system regarding the simulator room.

Bit's eyes turned green and his body stiffened before he responded. "Operating system deleted. What of the logs and move listings?"

Keep them. The logs for the Rangers, in case they...or really, anyone, wants to know what happened there. The moves for more than yourself; if we can find a way to get them out of your head, then we can teach those who need or want it.

"Understood. Shall this unit drop out of diagnostic mode now?"

If you'd like.

Bit's eyes flashed and returned to their normal yellow. The program shook his head a few times to try and clear the fuzzy sensation from it before locking eyes with Vincent again. He went to speak, but paused upon noticing something shocking.

"I...You just freed up a good bit of memory and processing power. I...think I can...yes, I can talk without the stutter now!"

The Porygon-Z cheered and zoomed around the compartment a few times before stopping and hugging Vincent with his arms and tail.

I'm glad you're happy, Bit. But now I have a question, and you don't need to answer it right now. However, you should at least consider it.

Bit backed up and nodded once. "Whatever you ask, Vincent."

Do you think you'd like to get rid of my access to your other functions, like diagnostic mode? Personally, I dislike having so much power over you.

Bit pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head. "Personally, I much prefer it if you have the access. That way, in case I'm ever malfunctioning again, you can stop me. I trust you far more than the Doctor."

Vincent nodded once, slowly. Very well then. Get some rest...or whatever you do when we're all asleep.

Bit nodded and hovered in the middle of the compartment with his eyes closed. Vincent could vaguely hear the string of numbers that the program was now reciting to himself in his head and sighed. It'd take a lot to get used to these new powers.

And I know you two were awake for that, Vincent thought at Sam and Lucy, who, to their credit, only stiffened slightly before relaxing and mimicking their sleep once more.

Kinda hard not to be awake, Sam thought back. Once Bit started talking and you started projecting your voice around, it was pretty hard to get back to sleep.

My apologies, Vincent thought back. But your thoughts on the matter?

You both made the right calls, Lucy responded. You for wanting to give up your access to Bit's functions, and Bit for trusting you with them.

Yeah, Sam added. Still...woulda been nice if you coulda just tweaked the simulator room's operating system, figured out what the hangup was with him and Conversion 2.

Sam!

Look, I'm just saying, if you made it so he kept attacking instead of looking for a defense that couldn't have been breached, then maybe that would have been worth holding on to.

At what cost? When Sam didn't reply, Vincent pressed the point. Bit's happier now. He doesn't have to stutter anymore, nor will he need to be kept from combat situations. Plus, all the pertinent information has been saved. He can still be himself, no matter what goes on around him.

...Fine. I get it. He's plenty dangerous enough as himself.

Not the lesson we were going for, Sam.

I GET IT, LUCY! In the end, it should be Bit's choice, and I suppose I can respect both you and him for it. I may not like it, but I can respect it.

Good. Vincent smiled softly and raised one glowing hand. Now is the conversation over and are we going to sleep, or do I have to help you two get there?

No no, I'm fine!

We're fine, brother. Get some sleep yourself.

The family, whole once more, drifted into the land of slumber. At least, those that did sleep.

Vincent woke up, stretched, and looked at the unconscious forms of Sam and Lucy. Looking out the window revealed nothing about how close they were to Manehatten, so he decided to let them sleep in a little longer. A quick pulse of thought at Bit got his attention. Bit, if they wake up while I’m out, let them know I’ll be back soon.

Yes sir.

With that, the Kadabra walked out of the compartment, in search of either a pony who knew when they’d be arriving, or the dining car. He’d only just noticed he was hungry now. A few seconds of flexing his new power got him the location of a conductor, and he headed in that direction.

Ah, pardon me, good sir.

The pony winced at the sudden voice in his head but nodded at the pokemon in front of him. “Yes?”

Do you know how long it’ll be until we arrive?

The pony pulled out a pocketwatch and looked at it. “Well, it’s eight now. Schedule says we’ll arrive at ten.”

Ah, excellent. And...which way to the dining car?

The colt pointed at the door he was standing near. “Two cars down, can’t miss it.”

My thanks. A moment’s worth of concentration had a bit of gold in his hand, which he popped into the conductor’s pocket. For the quick and courteous service.

A quick yet filling breakfast later, and Vincent was back with his family, which was only now beginning to stir. Breakfast can be found two carts down, and we’ll arrive in...one hour and forty five minutes.

Sam grumbled but nodded and made his way out the door. Lucy hesitated for a moment, glancing at Vincent, before following. The Kadabra looked out the window at the scenery passing by, taking it all in calmly.

First, Manehatten, the psychic thought to himself. Then Ponyville. And finally, Canterlot, before returning to Las Pegasus.

The train pulled into the station, and after a moment to allow everything to settle, the odd family of Pokemon disembarked from the massive mechanical vehicle. “Aaah, feels so good to stretch again,” Sam said while flexing his claws. “Wait, let me revise that. It feels so good to be out of that compartment.”

Lucy nodded while performing a few warm-up exercises to keep herself limber. “Yes, it does.” She then turned to Vincent, who had just summoned their luggage from the train and took a hold of one of the pieces. “So where to?”

Sam grabbed a hold of another piece of luggage while Vincent pondered. Don’t know, really. I could just send out a ping, see what I get. In fact, that’s what I’ll do. I oughta get loads of information about what’s what in Manehatten from it.

With that, the Kadabra closed his eyes and held one hand up to his forehead. A blue glow sprang up around both before intensifying, and then Vincent opened his eyes. Ping! he shouted before the wave of light rushed out into the city. After a moment, it rebounded on the psychic, and he nodded. Oooh, loads of things to go see! I got a list of tourist attractions right here, now! As well as the name and location of a good hotel. Sometimes I love being able to skim minds.

The hotel in question let them in and take three rooms with little fuss. As to why they only needed three, Bit didn't really sleep and could just hover anywhere. Apparently, he also had the habit of consuming electricity from street lamps when he needed to recharge himself. Sometimes, though, the lights would burst if he ate from them too long.

Both Sam and Vincent claimed 'not it' for telling Ace that Bit was adding to the city maintenance bill.

The day was filled with many sights, from the Statue of Harmony and the harbor to the central park. Several art museums and outside musicians that filled the city with a feast for the senses. Dinner was a simple affair, a local griffon and pony jointly-run restaurant catered to all their dietary needs. It was such a whirlwind day, Vincent thought he would have trouble remembering everything.

Fortunately for him, his mind was already on it...

Vincent walked out of the hotel, still slightly sore that none of his family would let him near coffee and still insisted he wake up early. Bah. I still say either you should let me sleep in or develop psychic powers to scan the minds of the townsfolk on your own.

Sam shrugged and sipped at his mug of coffee. “But you do it so well! I mean, we had fun yesterday, right?”

Vincent shrugged. A fair point. Okay, fine. I’ll send out another ping while you all finish your drinks.

The Kadabra put a hand to his head and caused both to glow before he closed his eyes. The eerie, eldritch blue light increased drastically before his eyes snapped open again. Ping!

The wave of light expanded outwards rapidly, quickly phasing through solid materials and vanishing from sight. It was only when it rebounded upon him while they were making their way down the street that Vincent got a response.

The slap hit Vincent with what could almost be mistaken as actual force, the way he reacted. Gah! Another Psychic! Oh my, one as strong as Luke, easy! With that, he pulled his top hat off and grabbed a hold of his Twisted Spoon. Not messing around, are you, well, neither am I…

State your intentions, a voice echoed in his mind, and Vincent closed his eyes before answering. He pictured his new body in a dark void, softly speaking his answer to the unknown voice. The mental world formed around him, encompassing him in the darkness.

I sent the ping out to loosely scan pony minds, find what was worth doing during my time in Manehatten. I’ll not be here long, I don’t think. Who...or what are you to turn this on me so easily? You remind me of my mentor…

I had to be good for the kind of job I have. As for what, I don't see the point that can mean anything young Kadabra.

Vincent felt the response, along with the direction it came from. It appeared like a spotlight shining in one, very distant, place in the mental construct he’d made. However, he stood his ground and waited.

So you know what I am. And my age. And if I expend a little power…

The scenery shifted, to that of a grove, with a distant tree growing. Huge. Mighty.

I can see your strength. I’d be a fool to go after you, even with my aid. But what really interests me…

Vincent turned his eyes to the thick branches connected to the trunk and smiled.

Are the ones you’re connected to. What’s the odds that I could reach out and touch someone, mysterious person? And do you think they’d like to see what’s locked up in my head from a first-person point of view? Go on...tell them my name. I’m sure they know the stories...and I’m pretty sure by now you’ve plucked that much from my mind at least…

"You shouldn't say what you plan to do," said a familiar voice for the Kadabra with a yet unheard monotone of a voice, one that he thought of as his brother. "Or else others may take your idea, like this." As to emphasize his point, one of the Scizor's 'claws' found its way around his neck, pinching slightly.

The form of Sam threatening him was something new indeed, but Vincent remained calm. This is my mind, my realm. True, we may be talking to one another, but on this little side of our line in the sand, I determine what happens here.

The form of the Scizor blurred and melted away before Vincent turned his gaze to the tree. Even now, the branches on it were becoming covered in leaves, hiding all but the trunk from him.

Well now, that’s interesting. An attack and a defense. And Luke once told me that he was unusually strong for his sort. So I doubt you’re a Gallade or a Gardevoir. You could be an Alakazam, but that’s not the feeling I got from your latest attack, no. That was cold, emotionless. If you had any feelings in your heart, you’d have known that my family means more to me than anything. We’d never turn on one another. But you...you just don’t care, do you?

A blurry image slowly took the place of the tree, that of a regular Metagross as Vincent began to puzzle out the identity of the one on the other side.

Hello mister number-one non-legendary psychic, how are you?

Quite a smart move, to take hold over your own mind by keeping your emotions in check and your reality in control, a good move indeed, not to mention you also deducted my kind by mere reasoning, fascinating. But just one word of advice: try to keep an eye on your mind as well as your body.

As he heard this, the Scizor's claws pressed against Vincent's skin once more, his real skin.

Vincent cracked an eye open to see Sam’s eyes glazed over slightly, one claw over his neck. With something resembling cold fury, he felt out the link that the Metagross was using and severed it with far more power than he strictly needed. Luke had mentioned that the more you put into controlling someone else and the harder that connection is snapped, the more feedback is generated along the loop. He hoped that the one on the other end got such a headache from this.

You. Just crossed. A damn. LINE. Tell me why I shouldn’t treat you like you’re my father. Give me one DAMN reason why I shouldn’t hound yours for what you just did to my family!

Unbeknown to him at the time, Vincent’s powers started to leak around him, causing minor headaches in the vicinity. He was losing control…

My apologies, I was trying to make a point. You shouldn't just throw threats without knowing who is at the other side.

As the apology rang out, a shiny Metagross appeared in Vincent’s realm, just outside his mental wall.

"Good construction," he admired, "although I think this is an outdated defense mechanism, I can still see its been properly crafted."

However, at that moment, things were happening in reality...

Lucy looked around, taking in the sudden shadow, and not liking it one bit. She liked it even less when she got the funny sensation she should look up, and saw a floating hunk of metal above them. She really hated it when it stopped floating.

“Extreme Speed!” She barked out before putting on a burst of it and dragging Sam’s form out of the line of (presumable) fire. Bit looked up as well and got the idea, hovering away. Putting on another burst of Extreme Speed saw Lucy to covering Vincent’s form with her own, knowing she could take the (presumably incoming) hit better.

And thus she braced and waited...

Vincent was concentrating on his little wall. He hovered over the center of the glade and glared at the Metagross that had appeared. Yes, well, it’s a remnant of when Luke was training me. Taught me to build a wall, then taught me the real rules…

Just then, the stones started to fly around, zooming and crashing into one another. It was a veritable storm of stone centered on the Kadabra. The only real rule is that there ARE no rules! Give me a good reason to NOT pummel you, and I MAY listen!

"How about my half ton body about to crush you...?" The Metagross said while giving a quick look to the real world, "and your sister."

Vincent’s eyes widened at that. No...no no no. Not Lucy...no, she’s not had something so heavy before, no…

He attempted to break out, to get out his mind-realm, but couldn’t. Something was keeping him here, and he had a pretty good idea what. The stones all stopped at once before, somehow, lighting on fire.

You defile my brother, threaten my sister, and deny me the chance to help them...why should I not search for those you were linked to and rend their minds apart in kind? What was that saying Sam told me once? ‘An eye for an eye?’

The stones slowly started to spin again, but they were all between the Kadabra and the Metagross.

I’m finding myself fond of it right now…

"The retaliation would leave the world blind," calmly quoted the steel/psychic as he made a mirror appear before them, outside the rock's trajectory. "Beside, you said it yourself, there are no rules here, no up, no down," the mirror then showed the image of a Lucario clinging to a Kadabra as if her life depended on it, even though it was quite the opposite, yet the scene seemed off, "there is not a 'then' nor a 'will' all there is is the 'now,' and believe me, we can make good use of it."

Then another mirror appeared, this one showing Bit trying to jump into the trajectory as well, yet despite him moving at what looked like the speed of light, it also seemed like he was moving slowly. Very slowly.

"By my calculations, I will make impact in three seconds, maybe less, but here that time can be around two to three hours, time enough for me to make my point." And with that said, the Metagross raised one of his massive legs while adding, "what do you think this grassland is?"

My realm. My sanctum santorum. My ONE PLACE I can be safe. And you are here, defiling it, threatening my family. If you had lived my life, you might see why one like me would respond with suspicion and hostility to your probing, to what you’ve DONE to them, what you ARE doing to them. In fact, there’s an idea. Why DON’T YOU?!

With that, the boulders exploded, releasing their payloads of some of the worst of Vincent’s memories directly at the Metagross. All the experiments he’d been forced to watch, sans those of his family. All the gruesome, gory details. Not a one was left out. Not that he could remember, anyways.

You kept poking me, pushing all the wrong buttons! HERE’S YOUR REWARD!

The massive psychic received the payload of horrors Vincent had to live through, and even some of the feelings the once human kid had to go through as well. As they played back, he remained silent, eyes closed shot, and then he finally spoke.

"The actual applications for metal made out of Bedlum would be revolutionary, the experimentation with Kangaskan's children in order to define if they are related to Kubone aren't all that lost, and the possibilities of humans having Pokemon abilities would have made the world Arceus envisioned so much easier."

He then added with a tad of discouragement, "but trying to make a Jigglypuff with a Exploud's reach of sound is just impractical, and I would even say dumb."

He then give Vincent a long glance.

"I suppose that was your ultimate defense, pitiful, you have much potential, but you are wrong if you think the world, the whole world, has all been living a happy life while you and your family rotted in that laboratory."

As to make his point, the Metagross then made Vincent see a single battlefield, his mind now connected to all of those who were just about to lose their everything, and the despair filled thoughts that clung to them.

Countless screams of 'I don't wanna die!' And 'please Arceus save me!' Or 'why?' But mostly 'mommy!' filled the young mind of the Kadabra.

"The world is a cruel place kid, I am sure you better than no one should know that, but again I told you: don't go around thinking you have the worst story of the world, because there will always be someone who had it worse."

He let his message sink in as he removed the memory, then he proceeded.

"As for this grassland, how do you think there can be space and matter in a place where only thoughts lie?" Before an answer could be given, the larger psychic replied, "The answer is 'it can't,’ so then what is this place made of?"

Again the Metagross provided the answer right away. "The answer is 'yourself'" and then he gave the earth a ground shattering hit, causing Vincent to nearly double over.

"This place is your subconscious kid, make that pain remember it."

Vincent staggered a bit before glaring at the Metagross. Fine. I suppose we both have our horror stories. But if you think I’m just going to SIT HERE while you threaten my sister, think again. I still have a few tricks. And besides, I don’t have to rely on those final memories. After all, you find the idea of metal made from Bedlum so interesting?

With a flexing of his will, the Metagross found the grassland changed to something akin to the interior of a volcano. Then let’s see you melt!

"Anger?" Asked the larger psychic.

Rage. All my rage for the man that my father became. I respect my father. I loathe the doctor entirely. Everything he made me sit through. Everything he did to me, in the name of science. And still, never finding an answer. And now I’m here. So now he’ll never know. Fifteen years of hell for NOTHING! My rage and anger and HATRED for that doctor! I normally keep it on a low boil by reminding myself that he’s not here now, but lucky you! I dragged it all up as a result of reliving THOSE DAMN MEMORIES!

The ‘floor’ of the chamber reacted to Vincent’s words, churning far more rapidly than it had a moment ago. With no interference, this place would erupt quite quickly.

The Metagross sighed at the sight, "Oh my boy how lost are you." And with not another word the magma erupted, melting the whole body of the Shiny pokemon in an instant.

Vincent blinked and looked up to see everything from the scene in the mirror still happening in greatly exaggerated motions. It was like time was still moving slowly. But...that couldn’t be right. If he was free, then time should be moving normally. The only logical conclusion was…

“I’m not free...am I? Y’know, I thought Luke was exaggerating how strong Metagross were. Guess not.”

I just happen to have been through a lot kid, The other psychic’s voice sounded everywhere within Vincent’s mind, And I had to learn that those memories plus the amount of power I have can end in far more destruction when a single moment of control is lost, here.

At this command, a third mirror appeared, showing the scene from before but at a slightly further distance, there, a couple of Ponies, a Unicorn and Pegasus, were holding their heads with their hooves. Not only there, all around the vicinity were Ponies and Pokemon alike in poses of pain, as if something were crushing their skulls.

This required a whole series of extreme events to take place but it still happened, one thing is to keep things under control, and another is to control them.

Then the mirrors were banished.

Vincent gaped at the scene before looking to his hands. “I...did that. Because I couldn’t control myself, I did that.”

He paused for a moment before scowling and shooting a dirty look at nothing in particular. “Then again, I’m pretty sure our little tussle isn’t entirely blameless on either side. I’ll admit to having misstepped, true, but you crossed lines that you should never have even looked for. We both escalated this thing far beyond what it needed to be.”

The Kadabra returned the scenery to his field and looked to one hand where his conjured spoon was before tossing it aside. “Now how about we talk this over like adults? I’m Vincent Nurem. Who are you?”

The space around Vincent began to be filled with what appeared to be metallic sand, the dust coming together at a fast pace until it took the form of a silver Metagross with a golden X.

"Xavier," replied the mercenary as he softly placed one of his massive legs on Vincent's outstretched hand. "And for the record, I did apologize, a couple of times actually."

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t fix what you did. I could share the memories of Sam and I, but the last time I did that, I caused a Gallade to want to murder my father more than I did. Let’s just say, he’ll not be missing his ability to fly. He never had it. And now you turned him on me. He’s consoled me more times than I can count. He’s my big brother in all but blood. And you twisted that to prove a point. I’m sure there were other ways. Plus you decided to drop from the freaking sky on us. Lucy may be dense and capable of taking hits, but I’m pretty sure half a ton of you isn’t something she’s rated for! Yeah, you’ve apologized, but those words mean squat compared to the deeds that preceded them.”

"Agreed, I must admit my curiosity took the best of me," acknowledged Xavier, "but I needed to see your limits and break them, those suffering right now began to do so when I took hold of your brother, if that happens with just one line, I don't think all of them being crossed will end well."

He ponder for a second and added, "Not to mention that having trigger points for anger are highly irresponsible, you can put not only yourself in danger, but those beside you as well, namely your family."

“Excuse me for trying to live a life I never had, alongside my family! Sheesh. If I knew I was going to be attacked just for looking for things to do while in Manehatten, I’d never have come here!”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. Look, we both did wrong. Probably me moreso, but let’s not ignore what you’ve done either. Now are we in danger of being crushed, or will the flying metallic psychic tank kindly refrain from doing as such so we can be on our way? I’m thinking the first train out of here is our next destination.”

"... I thought you were joking about that. That is even more irresponsible, not to mention childish." Commented Xavier with a tone which seemed to remove Vincent from the previous consideration of before.

"But I guess I shouldn't be one to judge, what I have done was harsh, I agree on that, but can you blame a mercenary for doing what he has been trained to do most of its life?"

Not giving time for Vincent to react, he added, "And don't you say you want to protect your family yourself? I thought your kind knew Teleport." The last part was filled with sarcasm to the brim of every word.

Vincent sighed. “Teleport would be running from the problem, not solving it. And yeah, I kinda can blame you.”

Two images of Doctor Nurem appeared, but one was...kinder, warmer, while the other had a scalpel in his right hand.

“I can blame my father for the choices he made which led to me being the only one to live through that experiment of his. He trained to be a doctor. He chose to enact that experiment. He trained to be a medical genius. He chose to work on that Grumpig, which gave rise to the man I knew. And that man chose time and again to do horrible things...because he could no longer feel.”

The Kadabra locked eyes with the Metagross as he said the next few statements. “You were born a steel/psychic with unimaginable potential. You were trained as a merc. You chose to be a dick, so yes, I can blame you.”

Xavier kept his 'angry' gaze at the Kadabra, and then he began to laugh, "I can't find any fault in your logic, most of the reason why we ended like this was because I kept escalating things. For that I truly apologize.

"But you shouldn't be afraid of running, it can save more lives than you can imagine, but if you prefer," again the Metagross added a bit of sarcasm, "you can call it a tactical retreat."

Then another mirror appeared showing his current trajectory.

"And I would suggest you start now, I passed the point of no return a few milliseconds ago."

And with that, the mindscape broke into tiny, tiny shards.

Vincent blinked before he activated Teleport, feeling Lucy’s form still over his. Remembering where Bit was back from the mirror, and checking himself with a tendril of power, the duo landed on the program Pokemon and Teleported again, this time landing atop Sam. Once more, with feeling, the four of them warped down the street, just in time for a large THUD to rock the surrounding area.

Vincent then recalled that he was still holding his Twisted Spoon...and thought twice about putting it away. As long as he controlled himself, it should be fine. Right?

He turned to look at the Metagross that had just landed and crossed his arms while looking at the damage to the street. “I’m not paying for that, just so you know.”

"I have a good insurance," joked the Metagross with its monotone as he walked out of the crater he just made, "and I am afraid I have to apologize again."

“Yeah, you do, but what was that thing about actions and words?” Vincent pointed to the still slumped form of Sam. “I could try to fix him, but someone just made it plainly clear how little experience I have.”

Xavier analyzed the Scizor's catatonic expression and arched an eyebrow, "you should be able to solve that with ease," yet his eyes shone and Sam began to mumble. "But I presume you are right again."

The Metagross looked around at the still head hurting passerby's, all giving strange looks at the group, specially to a spoon wielding Kadabra, then Xavier sighed.

"And I am afraid you misunderstood, I wasn't apologizing for the missteps I had, but by the one I... We, are about to do."

Vincent glared before he recalled something important. “The ones you’re linked to. They’re coming...or here, aren’t they.”

He sighed before closing his eyes and coating himself in his power. “Am I likely to have to defend myself from them in a similar fashion? Because you and I had so much fun and understanding right from the get-go!”

If the sarcasm were any thicker, the passerby would be able to cut it with a knife.

"Oh no, I wouldn't dare to have that kind of fun," claimed a voice right behind Vincent, at the same time Lucy and Bit fell unconscious, "it would be dangerous for my health!" And then it was Vincent's turn to go down as a Bisharp kneeled before him.

"Sorry kid, nothing personal." He said at the end.

Surprisingly, Vincent wasn’t done. Oh, he was weak. Hurt. But he’d lived under a madman.

He knew pain.

It was a shaky start, but he eventually stood on his two legs again and glared at the one before him and the Metagross standing behind them.

“Yeah...no. Not...not sticking around...anymore. Maybe when you explain the situation to them...maybe we can talk again, Xavier. But until then…”

He held the Spoon out and closed his eyes before whispering a single word.

“Teleport.”

It coated his family and flung them back to their hotel room while creating half a dozen ‘false’ trails to follow as well. Today was a bust, and when he felt more rested and whole, he’d see about leaving the city entire.

"That was awesome!" Exclaimed an excited Hawlucha with a big grin, a Roserade beside her as they sat on Vincent's bed, "can we do it again?"

That was about when four beings flashed into existence in the bedroom and thumped to the floor. Vincent picked himself up and looked at the two on his bed before freezing. One thing came to mind, and his mouth said it before his brain filtered it.

“Who are you and what in the bloody hell are you doing on MY BED?!”