(A/N: I did not draw the above Glaceon. All credit goes to the original artist. The glaceon i s supposed to be Crystle. )

Watt: Guys, we have a dare!

Cass: Cool! Wait, doesn't Eli usually do this?

Watt: Yeah, but I couldn't find him.

Eli: I'm here! Just... erm... overslept.

Eclipse: (looks at him suspiciously) Okay...

Ember: Read it a

Coal: Read it already!

Eclipse: Where were you for the past few dares?

Coal: Sleeping.

Eclipse: (sighs) You are so lazy.

Coal: I know. Anyways, read the dare!

Watt: Ok. There dare is:

Ember: Is that even possible?

Fern: I dunno.

Eclipse: Yes. It is possible. (Doorbell rings)

Eli: I got it! (Runs and opens the door) Hi!

Crystle: Hello. Umm, I was sent here for some kind of meet up.

Eli: Come in! I'm Eli!

Crystle: Nice to meet you. I am Crystle.

Eli: Ok guys! She is here.

Eclipse: Hi. I am Eclipse.

(Everyone else proceeds to introduce themselves)

Ember: So, you live around here?

Crystle: (Is skeptical to give address away.) Maybe. Why?

Ember: Well I thought maybe we could meet up and- 

Cass: (pushes him away from Crystle) Please ignore him. He is an idiot.

Coal: She is pretty.

Sophie: WHAT?!

Coal: NOTHING! (Chuckles) You are cute when you are mad.

Sophie: Shut up. (Walks away)

Fern: So, now what do we do?

Everest: Umm... I don't know. Crystle, want to do the outro? (Hands her script)

Crystle: (reads) Can I just wing it? This script  is horrible. Who wrote it?

Everyone except Eli and Crystle: Author-Chan.

Eli: WHO THE HECK IS AUTHOR CHAN?!

Watt: (ignores Eli) Yeah, we do that all the time.

Crystle: Ok. Please ask or dare.

Ember: Come on. Try it with more pizazz!

Crystle: No. Bye guys!

everyone: Bye!

(In Willow's room)

(TRIGGER WARNING!)

Radio: We interrupt our usual programming to bring you this breaking news. This morning, an 18 year old Litwick, who is believed to be Lisa Ghastly, was found dead outside a nearby town. The police where unable to find any fingerprints, or other clues, that would lead to the culprit. Further more, they have no idea what might have caused someone to end her life. She shall be missed. And now, back to our usual program. 

Willow: (turns off radio) ... (cries).