___After the TIME SKIP___
MICHAEL POV
Michael was waiting for his turn. He was going to bake a two layered chocolate cake with figurines made out of very cold icing. It was going to represent their situation. So like, spoiler alert, but certain someones will wear black striped white suits. He wasn't really nervous, because he looked overwhelmingly handsome and he was an amazing baker. Besides his natural good looks(I love complimenting my characters) he was wearing a double breasted white jacket, black trousers, black shoes, a white apron with little green bulbs that he tied around his chest and a white bandanna tied around his head. Next to him there was his cart full of cooking supplies and appliances. He looked around. It was Gaeboo's turn now, and it was... mentally traumatising. He heard that he killed an innocent trainer! He couldn't believe it! He slowly covered his mouth, his eyes so wide that the population of Sinnoh could fit on them. Gaeboo was pretty low on his decency scale to begin with, -72, to be exact, but now he was at about, -9999999999999999012345678910109876543210. He couldn't believe that his weird associate's talent was to kill. He expected, like, Gaeboo to play the recorder or the xylophone! But not in a million years he would've thought he would kill someone(even though he heard that he killed Blacton)! His performance ended immediately after that and now it was Whiton and Maker's turn to perform. Michael didn't exactly know if Whiton was a traitor or not(neither do I), but he was looking forward to his performance with Maker. He wasn't even bitter that none of the -tons chose to perform with him, like the old Michael would be. They were apparently going to sing some song called 'Just give me a reason'. He wouldn't have thought that Maker would be a good singer, but then BOOM! They began singing the song and Michael loved it to bits. The nice lyrics, the nice voices, the piano complementing their song. But before he knew it, the song was over and Bluton annoucend him as one of his favourites, which was nice to hear. He took a big breath in, tightened his grip around his cart and stepped onto the platform.
JODI POV
Jodi's heart was beating fast after Maker's performance. Not only that she had to hear that Gaeboo killed someone, but there was also Maker, who's singing was flawless, AND she had a partner who could sing and play the piano. While her, she was all alone and the only thing she had was a stereo to play the music while she sung into her microphone. But at least she looked pretty. She had an off the shoulder blue dress with white outlines that went about to her knees. On the edges of her short sleeves there were light blue eighth notes connected by 5 light blue lines with little diamons floating around and she had little light blue heels. She looked like she could win the "Pretty and Singy" pageant. But now it was Michael's turn, and all her fingers were crossed for him.
MICHAEL'S POV
A light shined upon Michael and his cart. Michael looked around at the stage and took a deep breath.
"Hello, everyone! I am Michael Matthew Kanlope and as my talent I will be baking you... a two layered chocolate cake. And it wil represent our situation, our show." O. M. G. This was the first time he spoke since he got out of that jail cell. Can you believe it?! In those three months, his voice got deeper. Okay, not so deep that it would make a significant change, but you could definitely notice it. "Now, I'll unload the cooking appliances and supplies from my cart. Sit back and relax, and I hope I won't keep you waiting too long." He started unloading a few minifridges, freezers, a stove, some cupboards and some cabinetry, that made an island. And that is another thing that the old Michael couldn't do. Lift heavy things. He's just full of surprises, isn't he? He got out the supplies and got to work.
{[(///insert long baking process\\\)]}
As Michael finished spreading the icing on the cake with the spatula, it was finally time for the details! He grabbed the frosting tube and began making little connected spirals on the edges of two layers. He even wrote his name on the front edge of the bottom layer in spiral form while still managing to connect them. This guy... this guy's a keeper. He grabbed the figurines that he made out of fondant while the layers were in the oven and began carefully placing them on the first and second layers. Then, he grabbed the same frosting tube and wrote on the front of the bottom layer:
CAPTURED LOSERS SHOW
Lastly, he added a few sprinkels between the figurines. And he was done. He stepped to the side of the island and smiled warmly.
"Aaaaaaaand, I am finished! Let me explain what I've done for you." He pointed at one of the sides of the cake. "I have used strawberry icing on the cake, and raspberry frosting on the edges to decorate it." He then pointed at the figurines on the top layer and then to the ones on the bottom layer. They were the characters from their story! On the top layer, there were Bluton, Bob and Redton laughing and pointing at the bottom layer, with some SSMR soldiers in the back, also laughing. To the left side, you could see Whiton smoke, and to the other side, there was a dead Blacton that had a knife in his chest, but there was no blood. Behind him, there was a sign. And in red, there was written: 'Gaeboo was here'. On the bottom layer, there was everyone from his group, in a white uniform with black stripes, a chain tied to their ankel, a pickaxe in hand, trying to break rocks. Except Gaeboo, who was on the left side, tied to a chair with chains and some duct tape on his mouth. "These are figurines that I made out of fondant, that represent... well, it's pretty clear." He then pointed at what he wrote on the front. "On the front I have written the name of this show." He stepped to the side. "You could eat it now, or you could wait, because I think that another one of my former teammates is going to cook. It is your decision." He smiled and waited for their reactions.
JODI POV
"I...I...I can't believe it! Michael finally talked!" Jodi thought, her eyes wide. "His voice, is different? Is that why he kept quiet?" She rubbed her forearm, looking puzzled. "...I guess I'll have to ask him..."
ALEJANDRO'S POV
Alejandro watched the talent show with the others. It was his brother's turn to perform. And his talent was... baking a cake. "Of course. I didn't know why I thought of something else." He smiled to himself. Watching his little brother bake in front of all these people that wanted him locked up, so full of life. But, he knew that something was different. Somethibg besides his voice, but he couldn't figure out what. He wasn't his whiny, impulsive self. He was... more obedient. But Alejandro didn't pay that that much attention, since he guessed it was for the sake of his Pokémon. "Oh, little bro. What have you gotten yourself into?"
