Hello again! Sadly this chapter his one is relatively uneventful, it's the calm before the storm I guess you could say,

but don't worry major shit goes down in the next chapter which will be twice as long and that I will be sure to post as

soon as possible!

I really hope you enjoy reading this chapter and again my grammar and sentence structure sucks so sorry in

advance!

Disclaimer; this story is kinda really messed up so if you don't like things like torture, dehumanization, electrocution, physical abuse, creepy obsessive behavior, excessive swearing, drinking, panic attacks and body horror you should definitely not read this! Also, I don't own pokemon or its characters.

"You're serious? She really said that to you Faba?"
"She's been saying stuff along those lines for months now Wicke! It's really starting to creep me out..."
"You… don't think she's starting to develop feelings for you, do you?" Wicke asked from the computer screen, her face twisted in worry and concern for the man pacing before her.
"I currently hope not… she tends to track things she loves like objects, but the way she's been speaking to me, and the way she's been acting, I fear you might be right."
The women gazed at him grimly and straightened her pink glasses, "Please… Faba… what has she been saying to you? Doing? If it's severe enough to get you this worked up you might want to think about quitting like you said you might, and get a new job someplace else!"
"That was just talk, nothing more" He dismissed.
Wicke frowned at him, "Faba I'm serious I think it's in your best interest if you place your leave if you don't want to become her next obsession!"
"I'm not quitting" he replied stubbornly.
"I've worked too damn hard at this place and achieved so much, I've worked here most of my life Wicke! Since I was a teenager! It would feel wrong to just up and leave!
Wicke didn't look happy with his statement but nodded respectfully.
"I understand, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so pushy with you I'm just worried. The Aether Foundation... It's not a good place, not anymore. It's going to fall one day, you of all people have to know that, and when It does I don't want Lusamine dragging her down with you..."
The women trailed off and shook her head roughly as Faba stopped his pacing to stare at her with his mouth half open.
"Anyhow! About what the presidents been saying to you?"
Faba closed his mouth, "It... well it wasn't anything much at first" he began, starting to pace once more.
"Just some minor things like calling me her precious assistant from time to time and commenting on how beautiful I am. Now as I am quite perfect and beautiful-" He pushed to put a hand on his chest.
"I didn't mind in the slightest! In fact, I deserved all those compliments for all the hardships she put me through, but then... As some time passed she began to become possessive of me... She won't let me go anywhere or really do literally anything without at least informing her about it. She also gets alarmingly aggravated whenever I forget to comb my hair or if I have any wrinkles in my clothes and calling it imperfect behavior."
Wicke wrinkled her nose, the concerned look on her face only growing more prominent.
"Also..." the man hesitated, "she.. Keeps grabbing my arm for some reason and petting my hair" The man shuttered lightly.
"And all this behavior... it's just getting worse and much more frequent!"
I… I can hardly even get any work done with her dragging me into her office where she's mostly just talking at me about all the ways I can improve my imperfections, not that I have any of course.
Oh, yes! And creepiest of all I can even spot her just staring at me all the time with that creepy smile on her face, and just yesterday she came in my lab to quote on quote observe me working! She's really starting to creep me out!
Wicke stared at him for a moment, "Faba... that's a whole new level of creepy, and you said these behaviors been going on for months? MONTHS!?
Faba flinched at her tone and nodded his pacing stopping once again.
"I think it may have started after that ultra beast of hers died.."
Wicke's face hardened, "Look... I know you don't want to quit, but this doesn't sound good. From what you're saying it sounds like you have already become her next obsession."
Faba gulped and seemed to pale at this.
"Please my friend you of all people have to know her interest in you isn't going to just go away! You've known her for so much longer than I have, so you have to know once that women gets her mind set on something she wants-"
"She won't stop until she gets it, I know" Faba grounded, his eyes only softening when he saw the intense worry on her face.
"Don't get me wrong Wicke I'm about as unnerved as you about all this, but I'm positive unlike most the presidents obsessions the one toward myself will pass sooner than later."
Wicke looked unconvinced.
"I mean it!" he sniped.
"That new ultra beast Malachite and the others are creating. I don't know as much as I would like to, but apparently, the thing is nearing completion, and once they give it to her Lusamine will start obsessing over it again and not me."
Wicke still didn't look convinced, "And what if that poor thing just dies again!? She'll just jump right back to you!"
Faba ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply, "If it makes you feel better if it does come to that, which might I add is highly unlikely, or her behavior remains the same toward me after that ultra beast is created I will consider quitting."
The women's eyes light up, "good." she mumbled looking relieved.
"That's good to here Faba! I… If you end up quitting last minute I even have a guest room you can stay in for as long as you need!"
"I'll keep that in mind." the man replied, beginning to toy with his goatee.
The two fell into a comfortable silence for a moment savoring each others company even if nothing was said until Faba cleared his throat and glanced at the clock that was out of Wickes line of sight.
"I'm afraid I need to go now," he told her with a frown.
"We've already been talking far longer than I intended to and I have things I must atone to before the President can throw another hissy fit."
"Of course" Wicke smiled sadly.
"Just remember to eat and sleep, please! I'm not there to take care of you anymore!"
Faba rolled his eyes "Yes, yes I will if I can spare the time that is"
"Faba if you don't-"
"Anyways!" He interrupted, "If I do decide to quit I'll be sure to inform you about it, I could possibly even purchase a house near you."
The brunette smiled warmly, "It would be nice to talk to you again in person, even if you are frustrating at times..."
"I am not!" he huffed, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air.
"Goodbye Faba," Wicke said sternly laughter in her voice as she moved her mouse to end the call.
"Err... Wicke wait!"
The women passed blinking puzzledly at the blond.
"I… umm thank you for worrying so much about me… I really… I really appreciate it!
Wicke felt touched, sentimental moments like this from Faba were rare.
She opened her mouth to reply to him, but It was too late, the man had already hung up.
Wicke shook her head and closed her laptop, nonetheless if Lusamine's behavior toward Faba did stop she still hoped he would just quit!
She really did understand why he wasn't, but it didn't stop her from being frustrated at him for being worried.
If he didn't get out of there soon Wicke had a horrible feeling something terrible was going to happen to him and she had a sneaking suspicion that the terrible thing would involve Lusamine.
The women drummed her fingers restlessly on the table, turning her head to look out the window where the Alola sun shone brightly.
Hopefully, everything would end up being ok in the end.
Faba would eventually come to his senses and quit and possibly move close to her like he said he might, then the two would go out for drinks as they used to from time to time before she was fired and she would let Faba bad mouth and rant about all the people he didn't like.
She smiled at the thought.
Yes, everything was going to be just fine in the end she just had to be patient.