AN: BatchCrossposting from Questionable Questing.
I gave the pink haired lady a winning smile. It was still dark when I finally found my way from a barren beach to something resembling civilization, and she was the first person to see me walking down the street in clothes that are in no way fit for a child.
Yes, a child. A really familiar one, too. One would think that finding yourself in the body of a serial killer, with the mental pollution that came with it, would be bad...
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not your mommy, dear."
One would be right.
I wasn't exactly someone who prided myself on self-control, but when your natural instincts to having someone reject being your "mommy" was to materialize a knife via spiritual shenanigans and shank them, well...
Let's just say I learned really fast.
"O-oh," I started, my right hand twitching as though it was holding something, "we're sorry."
She smiled widely, probably to hide whatever sadness or pity she was actually feeling for li'l old me. Don't feel bad for me, miss, I'm trying really, really hard not to stab you in the gut and bathe in the warmth of your blood.
"That's okay, dear. Will you be fine on your own?"
She had given me some fairly decent clothes, old ones from trainers who never returned for them after staying at the Pokemon Center, and a place to sleep for a while (read: place to wait until the sun rose.)
I nodded and gave her what was hopefully a heartwarming smile (as opposed to a murderous one).
"Umu!"
"Alola!"
"Alola!"
Hau'oli city was huge. Probably as big as a small city back on Earth. People greeted each other sincerely as they passed by on the street, a startling difference from the general apathy of pedestrians back home.
I've managed to avoid stabbing the approximately ten people who walked up to me and asked if I was lost but my hand was twitching like crazy now by now. I should probably find a good place to sit down and gather my thoughts, figure out which Pokemon 'verse I was in...
My head swiveled on reflex as I heard a loud noise near the beach. A big, triangular thing - a Sharpedo - erupted from the water, startling a Lapras and its rider in the process.
"Anime it is." I muttered to myself. That does give me a bit of an idea.
Okay, horrible idea! Horrible idea!
Reminder to self: Mental Pollution isn't something you mess with
It was a simple theory, if a bit vague in practice. Take Jackie's Mommy Obsession and apply it to something else, in this case, my own weaboo concept of Anime Waifus. The end result was...
Well...
I guess it's better to be known as an irredeemable pervert than to have random murderous urges. Still, the emotional turmoil born from practically twisting my own mind into something else and forcing myself to be happy whenever I see a cute girl did draw some positive attention.
"Isn't that right, Mommy?"
"Ralts!"