"There has to be some advantages to being a human..."

"If there was, I would not have them. So I am just a lonely mushroom left with no family. I don't even fit in anything." Said Fungus. He starting becoming a sobbing mess on the floor.

"Aww. Come on you know that is not true."

"But I am not a human. That's the thing. And what if my clone tries to make fun of my poor, sad life. My family is dead, my home got burnt, and my childhood friends have been left far off." Fungus sat outside, wondering if his life would get any better.

Zulie patted him on the head. "I have a pretty good life in the ocean..."

"Well, you have a home. Mine is just a burnt forest now. And I have now family. I am also having the hard work I made wasted, because of those stupid grunts." Fungus said and started crying again, his face drenched in tears.

"Rockets have done bad things to my home to."

"What happened to your home?" Asked fungus, still sobbing.

"Dumping garbage into the ocean, poisonious oils, mass fishing." Zulie wiped her eyes. "That have killed so many of my friends." She sighed. "They almost killed my prince."

Fungus cried even more, as that reminded him of his family's death, a purposeful oil spill in the forest, then a flamethrower. Tomb started to have sad visions of that day. He just noticed it was night, but he still could not stop crying. He cried and cried and cried.

Zulie flinched. She had made everything worse. She looked at Fungus and kissed him on the cheek. Then she walked a few feet away and begain to re arange the flowers/

Fungus fainted from the shock. This was no longer just a crush. He had a new best friend. He was still very sad, but he could now go to sleep. He decided to sleep. He fell asleep and started to dream about Zulie. Then, he had a second dream, or should I say flashback. It was of is family dying. Joe, horn, and shell looked for good beds. Since they were not pokemon, they could not sleep outside.

Zulie smiled and she to fell asleep. She had a dream about the prince and her and all of her siblings playing at the castle.

After the dreams were over, he noticed it was already 9:00! He noticed that when he was sleeping, it was late at midnight! He also noticed some grunts ahead. He had just woken up, and was too tired. He yelled for help, now crying, too. The grunts reminded him of the kidnap. He did not regret staying, however, as otherwise he would have never been understood by others.

Zulie slowly begain to open her eyes. She was confused.