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"Again? What does that mean?"
"So you don't want Nichole to be happy? You want her to be lonely and empty?"
Zedge asked seriously.
"Not going to attack? I would've been fine with one but alright."
Zedge took a deep breath.
"I just want to talk and ask a few questions Plague....
"They won't help much I think but okay."
Zedge gave Nichole his gloves. He started stretching as well.
"Plus, I'm a pretty fast villain, I think...
Zedge saw that Nichole was mumbling. He presumed that she was talking to Plague. He sighed before starting a stupid idea.
"Hey Nichole, can I...
Zedge's face was completely red.
"Yep... Experiment... Success..."
I gotta test to see what feeling it is... Oh lord...
Zedge thought before tackle-hugging Nichole as a test.
Zach was happy they all agreed.
"Alright, wat now? Should we continue Truth or Dare."
"Blushing is for two reasons usually. Love or Embarrassment. And since you blushed because of something I said... Does that mean..."
"Tch, next time that jerk comes back. I'll kill him again, even though he's a spirit!!"
Zach said angrily.
(Oh good lordy...)
Zedge thought about it for a second.
"Wait no, if you felt that way after a comment, you're most likely blushing."
Zach took out a vacuum and started to suck up the ghost.
"Go away ghost!!"
Zedge saw that Nichole was blushing and was confused.
"Nichole? Do you have a fever, your look kinda hot since your face is pinkish."
"Seems like I'll have to use one of my new abilities to prove it to you guys..."
Zach focused on Molten's ghost.
Zedge could sense Plague's hatred thanks to his wolf abilities. He ignored it for now.
"Heh, you've been smiling more, that's good!"
Zedge stretched a bit as he woke up.
"Huh... Oh, Hey Nichole."
He said as he woke up.
Zedge ended up falling asleep as well. He knew that Plague couldn't take control of Nichole without her consent. So he knew he would be safe.
Zedge smiled before pulling out his info journal. He started reading over all the info he gathered about heroes, villains, and powers.
"Heh... Alrighty then. I'll start with, this!"
Around 20 small pieces of metal floated out of Gabriel's bag. They shaped themselves into bullets...