FULL HOUSE

A/N: I know that there is a TV show like this, (Not full house), but I just can't put my finger on it. So if you think of the name of it, could you please tell me? I'll then rename the story that.

Disclaimer: I don't own jack.

Bellow us, the battle raged on.

The living, the dying, and the dead, all of their lines twirling and twisting around one another to make the fabric of battle. I was focused on six particular strings, flickering and glowing dimly, but still glowing nonetheless.

It was the same show all the time. Cryak and I would push and pull our opposing strings together, and every time my six strings would continue to glow while his spluttered out. Cryak's advantage was that he had far, far many more strings than I did. Constantly, we watched the strings tangle and tangle, Me hoping that my strings wouldn't fizzle out and die, Cryak wishing for at least one of my strings, the string that he loathed, to fall, to darken, to die.

It was a chess game on a universal scale. A game of wits and risks and strategy, where the slightest wrong move would compromise the fate of the galaxy. It was a long, drawn out battle, one requiring intelligence and patience. Unfortunately, I did not have enough of the latter.

'Cryak, I am bored.' I said. Cryak slowly swung his bulging red eye towards me and looked at me.

'Strange.' He muttered. 'For I also weary of this game. I am longing to play something else.'

'That can be arranged.' I said. 'Though I do not want my carefully selected army to go to waste.'

'The new game must be exciting.' Cryak said. 'Football? We can make up our own rules, and perhaps call it, er, Hyper-ball?

'No.' I said, pondering our situation. It would have to be something that both of our armies stood a chance of winning. We could both rely on the emotional irrationality of the opposing team. 'I have a better idea…'

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The Hork-Bajir's bladed fist slowed, slowed, stopped. Inches from skinning Jake alive.

(What happened?) Marco asked, struggling out from under a pile of frozen Hork-Bajir. (Not that I'm complaining or anything.)

Ax walked daintily to Jake's side, stalk eyes forming a frown. (Ellimist.) He hissed. (I sense that time has stopped flowing. Who else could it be except him?)

IT COULD BE ME.

(Aw, man.) Rachel grumbled, accidentally-on-purpose squishing a Taxxon as she lumbered to stand protectively next to Cassie. (What do you want?)

I WANT TO FORCE YOU TO DO SOMETHING.

(Isn't that supposed to be 'Offer you a deal'?) Marco said angrily. (You know, so you can pretend like we were offered a choice?)

ELLIMIST AND I HAVE MADE A DEAL. WE HAVE AGREED TO DROP ALL PRETENSE CONCERNING INFERIOR SPECIES FREE WILL. YOU HAVE NO FREE WILL. YOU ARE OUR PAWNS.

(You can't do that!) Cassie said indignantly. (No matter what, we'll always have free will! We'll live free or die!)

I'M SORRY, YOU DON'T HAVE THAT CHOICE.

Jake stepped forward. (Listen, you're going to make us do whatever it is that you want whether we want to or not, so just cut the crap and do it.)

FINE.

Instantly, they were in a living room of a modest two-story house. A fireplace, leather couches, and a coffee table with several standard magazines. Jake was sitting in a big chair, like that one that fathers love to rest in after work. Everyone else was situated around the living room, sitting upon various pieces of furniture.

(IN THE NAME OF THE KADRONA, WHAT IS GOING ON?) A voice roared from upstairs. A voice that they all knew oh-too-well.

There was a small popping noise, and several people appeared downstairs. Visser three, Visser one, Iniss, Tom, Taylor, and a teenage girl they didn't recognize. The Animorphs leapt up, caught off guard.

"They've seen us out of morph." Rachel hissed to Jake. "We have to take them out here and now."

Jake was about to nod his agreement, when Visser three arched his tail, all of his eyes looking around wildly. (Friend or foe?)

Cassie stepped forward, arms held wide. "Friend. Hello, Visser Three."

"Wow, another andalite controller!" Iniss said eagerly, and rushed forward to shake Ax's hand. "Pleased to meet you!"

Ax lost it. FWAPP!

"Ax!" Jake snapped, as Iniss grew pale and the tail blade quivered dangerously close to his throat.

(I-I cannot move my tail!) Ax exclaimed.

I DO NOT WANT YOU TO LOSE THE GAME BEFORE IT EVEN BEGINS.

Ellimist's old man guise appeared, along with the big red eye of Cryak. Rachel sucked her teeth loudly.

"What. Did. You. Do. Now?" She growled.

WE GREW BORED.

(Did you know?) Tobias sighed wearily. (Fine. What idiotic game do we have to do know?)

IT IS FAR FROM IDIOTIC. IT IS A GAME OF SUBTLE PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION.

"Like Bird-Boy said, Idiotic." Marco interjected.

IT IS A GAME OF SUBLTE PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION! THE RULES ARE THESE. NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE, NO MATTER WHAT.

Ax, always thinking logically, interrupted. (But I require to feed upon grass. There is no grass to be found in this dwelling, correct?)

HAH! THOSE ARE THE RULES, ANDALITE!

Ellimist raised an eyebrow at Cryak.

MUST I REMIND YOU THAT VISSER THREE REQUIRES FEEDING TOO?

Ellimist and Cryak muttered for a quick second, then nodded.

VISSER THREE AND AX ARE ALLOWED OUTSIDE, UP TO THE PICKET FENCES.

Visser one glared at the Animorphs. "So I'm stuck here with the Andalite Bandits, Temrash, Iniss, Aftran, Taylor, and this Dapsen of a Visser?"

THAT IS CORRECT.

(ANDALITE BANDITS? THESE ARE THE ANDALITE BANDITS? HUMANS?) Visser Three bellowed, jabbing his tail accusingly at the Animorphs. (MERE HUMANS?)

"Told you so." Tom muttered, frowning at Jake.

(Wait a minute-) Visser Three said, hitting upon an important piece of information. (YOU KNEW? YOU KNEW WHO THE ANDALITE BANDITS WERE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?)

"Yes, I did." Visser one said. "What, you expected me to share that information with you?"

(YES, I DID!) Visser Three yelled, turning magenta with rage. (WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS OATMEALY DID YOU NOT TELL ME?)

"Oh, hmm, a certain trial comes to mind..." Visser one said poisonously.

(A trial that you should have been convicted for!) Visser three bellowed. (Treason! Treason! The earth could have been conquered years ago! I'll tell the council! I'll tell Garoff! By the kandrona, I'll tell the Emporer! You are my witness, Iniss!)

Iniss, who had been trying to edge away, looked up.

"Um, sir.." He began, shooting frightened looks at Visser one and Visser three. He wiped his brow, which had become very sweaty. "Um, of course you would probably might want to maybe convict Visser one, except not particularly very really soon now, because in the large picture of things at the moment and/or scheme of things, It perhaps might not happen to be an ultimately advantageous maneuver, as your already unstable relationship should most likely probably not have to suffer under the strain of the intensely high tension of another trial before the council of thirteen. Maybe."

Both Vissers looked puzzled as they tried to sort through what Iniss had just said.

Marco, however, had tears of admiration in his eyes. "I think that was the most beautiful masterpiece of pure B.S I've ever heard. Sir, you're my hero."

Iniss looked taken aback. "Well, uh, thank you, Mr. Andalite Bandit."

"You know, we were just informed that we have to live in a house indefinitely with our worst enemies." Jake said. "Something tells me we should be more concerned."

"Oh, you should be." Taylor giggled insanely. "You should be."