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Jeff entered the mansion in the middle of the night. He was covered in blood, as usual and a few scratch marks were on his arms from victims struggling. He grabbed a bagel and a can of пиво and walked up to Ben's room.

"Hey Jeff, don't touch anything." Ben сказал(-а) as Jeff entered the room. He was playing Pokemon Red version on his gameboy with his left hand while playing Skyrim with his right.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Why did Slendy make us roomates anyway?"

"Because we can't kill each other, I can go into any technology and you're-"

Jeff interrupted him. "The most awesome, amazing, ominous serial killer on earth?"

"I was gonna say a smug idiot who sucks at killing people and at video games, but that works just as well I guess."

"Hacker."

"You don't say."

"What're Ты doing?" Jeff asked, pointing to the gameboy, trying to change the subject before the argument got out of hand.

"Getting a Mew." Ben replied.

"What are Ты gonna name it?"

"Fluffers." Ben replied.

"That is the dumbest name for anything I've ever heard. Name it Mewbama."

"No, last time i let Ты name one of my Pokemon my game broke."

"That's because Ты use hacked in Pokemon that actually have feelings."

"That's why, after I get it, I'm bringing it into the real world." Ben explained. "A mew would make a great addition to the family."

"Do whatever Ты want. I'm gonna play on your Left 4 dead server."

"Did I not say don't touch anything?" Ben asked rhetorically.

"My feet are touching the ground, but Ты don't seem to mind that." Jeff сказал(-а) sarcastically.

"Shhh, be quiet. I found a wild Mew."

"Let me guess, еще hacking?" Jeff asked, already knowing the answer.

"Shhh!"

"Don't Ты have infinite masterballs?" Jeff asked.

"I сказал(-а) shhh!" Ben said, throwing one of his 9999 masterballs at the Mew. "Okay, nickname it then...." Ben trailed off, focusing his energy onto the game.

A розовый light shone from the screen. first a head poked out, then the rest of the Mew, now named Fluffers, slid out of the gameboy effortlessly. "Mew."

"Awesome, a real life HM slave." Jeff said.

Fluffers growled and shot a shadow ball at Jeff, which was easily blocked by his knife.

"Actually i did teach it Cut. i didn't want Thorne to learn it." Ben explained.

"So it is an HM slave?" Jeff asked.

"Not completely. Just a cut slave."

Fluffers was glaring at both of them intensely.

"What happened?" They heard someone say at the entrance to Ben's room. They looked over and saw Eyeless jack.

"Ben hacked a Mew into the real world, named it Fluffers and made it a cut slave, nothing out of the ordinary for us." Jeff explained.

"Why a cut slave?" Jack asked.

"He didn't want his Bulbasaur to learn it."

"Mew. Mew, mew mew mew, mew mew." Fluffers was trying to say something, but they couldn't understand.

"Learn to English Fluffers." Jeff сказал(-а) mockingly, knowing Pokemon couldn't talk.

This just angered Fluffers more. It shot a Psybeam at Jeff, which was reflected by his нож and thrown at Ben instead.

"What was that for, Jeff?" Ben asked.

"Mewbama did it."

"It's name is Fluffers, Ты suck at the game too much to nickname Pokemon."

"I don't suck, Ты hack." Jeff stated plainly.

Fluffers just rolled his eyes and made a bright flash of light. It was like teleport, but it was an attack. It hit Jeff, Ben and Jack. They all disappeared into the light. When they were gone Fluffers giggled and did a flip in the air.