Raz was watching this happen on the cloud he was standing on. He rolled his eyes, and levitated down.
“Good god, could you two possibly get any more annoying?” As he said this, Azelea and Katez just stared. He WAS wearing eyeliner. “I know, I know, eyeliner.” He moaned, wiping it off on his jacket. “It was Lili’s idea. Something about creeping you out when you got here.”

“Well, I’d say it worked pretty well.” Katez said.

“Yeah, I thought so.” Raz said. “So…earlier…you were having communication problems?”

“Yeah…how would you know, you little stalker?” Azelea half-heartedly yelled at him. She couldn’t possibly piss off one of her favorite characters.

“Ah…let’s just say I have some…past experience.”

“The prophecy!” Katez screamed. Azelea put her head in her hand and muttered some obscenities.

“Whoa,” Raz asked her, wide-eyed, as if she knew something he didn’t expect her to. “What prophecy?”

“The sign…” As Katez said this, Raz stared at her, again, as if she knew something she wasn’t supposed to yet. “…from thine holy ‘Handicapped Parking’ sign, whose message be incomprehensible, a triangle of life shall doth spring forth.”

“Uh…okay, then…” Raz rolled his eyes, half confused, half relieved.

“You’ll have to excuse my friend.” Azelea said. “She’s slightly more insane than I am.”

“…uh…okay, then…” Raz shook his head, as if beginning to doubt something.

“You’re hiding something from us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s something you’re not telling us.”

“That has to be the eighth stupidest thing that I have ever heard.” His voice quavered.

“Aha! You are hiding something! Your voice quavered!”

“What does that mean?”

“Quaver.” Azelea sighed. “To say something or speak in a trembling voice because of nervousness or fear.”

“Wow. Just how much of a dork are you?”

“I am a proud GEEK, thank you very much.”

“Right. Whatever. Just follow me.” He started walking, not answering Azelea’s question. “And please don’t try to use your nonexistent telepathic abilities on me. It’ll do you no good.”

After about ten minutes of walking, they reached another town, but this one was a far stretch from Soragakure. This one looked a lot like your average, everyday town, like Cincinnati or something.

“This is Bob.” Raz simply stated.

“Who’s Bob?” Katez asked.

“Not who, what. This town is named Bob.”

“Huh. Weird.”

“Yeah, c’mon, there’s something I gotta show you two.”

“So…” Katez asked, still holding Dimah, “Everything here is controlled by our sheer will?”

“Not mine. You two, however, yes.”

“Hm…do you guys have anywhere I can feed my manticore?”

“Your what?” Raz turned around, an utterly puzzled look on his face.

“Manticore! He eats human flesh, and he’s just the cutest thing ever. See?” Katez shoved Dimah in Raz’s face.

“Uh…y-yeah, I guess…c’mon, we’d better hurry. We’re being expected.”

Before long, after another quick cut, they found themselves in a large room with transparent furniture, consisting of a long table going through the center, what would be expected to be used for meetings. There were also many transparent chairs surrounding the table, each filled with someone that was either an OC, or from a fandom. The walls, ceiling, and floor were covered in a large screen that displayed many things at once, including pictures, articles, some long string of binary code, atmospheric conditions, a large map, and just about any type of information imaginable. In the middle of the floor, there was a circle that wasn’t a screen, and a glass cover over a large purple rock, which was commonly known as psitanium.

“Finally here, are you?” Someone at the head of the table asked and stood up. Azelea recognized her as Miriku. “What are you waiting for? A freaking invitation? Sit your asses down! You too, Raz. Just because you’re extremely popular here doesn’t give you the right to do whatever the hell you want.”

Obediently, the three sat down. Raz sat between Lili and Katez, Katez between Raz and Azelea, and Azelea between Katez and a Lucario.

“Hookay, on to business.” Miriku cracked her knuckles and walked to the newcomers. “You two aren’t from here, correct?”

“Yep.” Azelea responded.

“Shut the hell up! That was a freaking rhetorical question!”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry MA’AM.”

“No way! I made you!”

“And I can kill you. SAY IT.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“There you go. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Because you do not hail from this plane of existence, you have become psychic in a way. You can alter reality with a single thought, like so.” To demonstrate her point, Miri put her index and middle fingers to her temples, and almost immediately, a decorative flower that was in a vase in the center of the table was coated with ice.

“So…we could do that?”

“Yep. Telepathy, however, is different. Why don’t you try doing something?”

“Uh…okay.” Azelea closed her eyes, focused real hard…and nothing happened.

“Idiot!” Miriku hit the girl upside the head. “You always have to make it so goddamn complex. Just think of something!”

“Uh…okay…” This time, Azelea kept her eyes open, and thought of her Nintendo DS, which she had left in reality. As soon as this crossed her mind, a cobalt DS with a gold Palkia and a silver Dialga pattern appeared in her hands.

“Ooh! Ooh! My turn!” Katez shouted. She looked around the room and saw Sasha and Milla sitting next to each other. All of a sudden, the two started a vigorous make-out session.

“Aah! God, I did NOT need to see that!” Raz quickly turned away from the spectacle.

“Katez, stop it.” Azelea yelled at her companion.

“Pff. Fine. Party pooper.” Just as quickly as it had begun, they pulled away, looking very, very, confused. Then they just started up again.

“Katez, I told you to stop.”

“I did.”

“Then why…oooooh.”

“Vodello! Nien! Focus!” Miriku shouted, impatient, but startlingly not surprised in the least. “As I was saying, this skill can either be very good, or very bad. It could be used for any purpose. Seeing how you just arrived in Sonica…yes, Katez?”

“Uh,” Katez put down her raised hand, “what’s Sonica?”

“Hm. I guess you two really ARE new. Sonica is the land where you are now. It was created out of the mingling of your two’s minds, and is ruled by thought and sound.”

“Huh. This is interesting, but we should probably find a way home, so…” Azelea said.

“Na-ah, I don’t think so.”

“Again, I’m your creator.”

“And again, I can kill you.”

“I can…”

“SIT. NOW.” Miriku gave one of her world-famous stares that froze blood and filled pants.

“O…okay…”

“Moving on, this world is in great danger.”

“Of what?”

“I…” Miriku paused. “Actually, it’s time to adjourn the meeting. We’ve been here long enough, waiting and stalling.”

“But…”

“But nothing.” Miriku said, about to leave the room, Amaterasu Okami walking past her, “Look, we’ll continue this. Tommorow, I want you two to meet me at the shrine on the other side of town. Got it?”

“Uh…I guess…”

“Good. Bring any weapons you have. It’s gonna be a long day.”