Vivian fell asleep for a moment. She jolted herself awake, and her eyes widened.

The Banette was standing on her desk. It flipped through her notebook, eyeing everything in it. It stopped at her Banette sketch.

"Banette?" it asked, tilting its head to one side. It held up the notebook in one hand, then lifted its other to the notebook, as if it was comparing the two.

Vivian quietly grabbed her phone and took a photo. A flash went off, and Vivian cursed quietly. The Banette let out a terrified screech and made a mad dash for the closet. Vivian got up and also ran for the door. Being faster, she made it there first, slamming the door shut. The Banette skidded to a halt and changed its path, now aiming for the bed. It made dove under it, making sounds that resembled whimpers. Vivian crouched down and peered under her bed. The Banette's crimson eyes blinked back at her.

"Hey, it's okay. I won't hurt you," Vivian whispered. The Banette gave a soft moan.

Vivian sighed and backed away. She opened her laptop once more and looked the Pokemon up.

"Habitat, nature, how to evolve. Huh. Nothing about its diet," Vivian murmured to herself.

"Vivi!"

Her door opened, and her dad's face appeared in the doorway.

"I heard noises. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Dad, everything's fine!" Vivian answered in a hurry, closing her laptop quickly.

He eyed it. "What are you doing up?"

Vivian racked her mind for an excuse. "Oh, um, just writing and sketching."

"Sketching what? Mind showing me one?"

Vivian grabbed her notebook and flipped through it. She prayed silently, hoping to find a sketch besides the Banette. Speaking of which...

The picture fluttered out of her notebook. Vivian cursed inwardly. Her dad picked it up and glanced at it. His facial expression warped into one of disgust.

"What's this?" he asked Vivian.

She swallowed noisily. "It's, uh, a sketch."

"Of what?"

"A Pokemon."

"What kind?"

"Uh, a Banette."

"A Banette? Isn't that a Ghost-type?"

Vivian smiled sheepishly. "Uh, maybe?"

Her dad crumpled up the picture as he moved towards the door. "What did I tell you about Ghost-types?"

"Not to go near them?"

"Exactly. They're vermin. Pure evil. You have no business drawing them." He threw the picture in the trash. "If there was one thing your mother and I agreed on, it was our hatred for Ghost-types."

Vivian eyed her bed as her dad ranted on. She had no clue if the Banette was still under there or not, but if it was, she hoped it stayed quiet.

Her fears were quickly confirmed as something gray bolted from under her bed. The Banette leaped onto her dad and began pummeling him with its claws, letting out screeches of fury. Her dad tried to pry the ghost off, to no avail.

"OH SHIT! GET IT OFF NOW!"

The closet door opened, and a Sableye rushed out. "Sableye!"

The Banette stopped its attack and floated into the closet, the Sableye trailing behind it. Vivian's dad jumped to his feet and tore open the closet door. Nothing was there except Vivian's belongings.

"For Arceus's sake..." Vivian's dad stormed downstairs. Vivian eyed her closet and followed him.

'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!' Grim yelled, shaking the Banette.

'Sorry...'

'You don't sound sorry,' Snicker called from his corner, arching a brow.

'Yeah, because I'm not sorry.'

Snicker laughed. Grim gave the Sableye a glare.

'Skore, do you know what you did?'

Skore nodded. 'Pummeled that old man into oblivion.'

Snicker laughed harder.

'Yes, well, besides that.'

The Banette thought for a moment. 'No.'

'You let them know we're here.'

'She was bound to find out eventually,' Skore responded, shrugging.

The Dusnkoir sighed. 'I can't deal with this. Just be prepared for no sleep the next few days.'

'What makes you say that?' Snicker asked.

'I'm sure the man will be furious.'

'Sucks for you,' Skore said, shrugging. 'I got Insomnia. No sleep for me.'

'Yes, well, some of us actually need it to function.'

'That's why they invented coffee.'

'Shut up.'

New chapter done! Fourth is already halfway done too!