Get well soon, Bong! 3
THAT SYLVEON
I hope the last chapter could pop a smile on your face. Let's see if this one will too. I'd like to thank everyone in the discord that helped me conjure up some interesting ideas for this story, as well as the general support. Furthermore, all my patrons, I appreciate it so much, your generosity. Stay safe, stay inside everyone!
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Julley trotted up to the front lawn of the house. His arms were winded from work, and his legs fatigued from simply getting there and back.
But… Doesn't he work in an office?
Don't you understand how it is to have a job in general? Anyway, the dark type took out his keys, and sloppily inserted it into the door. It got the job done, and the door was opened. Immediately, Julius came bounding around the corner from the lounge, bombarding his father with a tackle.
"Papa! Papa! Paaaaaaaaaapaaaaaaaaaa!"
Julley sprawled over, rolling over in a brown and black heap of Eeveelutions out of the door and into the front lawn. Opening his eyes, Julius was on his stomach, pinning him to the ground while simultaneously snuggling into his furry abdomen.
"Ouch! You really know how to surprise me every time, Julius!" laughed Julley, playfully ruffling the top of his son's messy head. "Aha… Umm… Could you come off me though? It kinda hurts."
Julius smiled and complied, somersaulting off his father's frame and landing perfectly on all four feet. Show off. Meanwhile, Julley dusted himself presentable as he stood up from the grass. He made one step at a time as his son ran in a circumference around him. It took a bit of persuasion to calm the Eevee down and scoot him inside.
Once in the house, Julley stopped dead in his tracks. A Glaceon, who clearly had more than a weary day, stood at the intersection where the lounge door met the foyer. She watched with tired eyes, her husband and son trot through the main entrance with delight on their face. She forced a smile of her own.
"Welcome back, Julley." she said, placing a paw on the wall for leverage.
The Umbreon watched with restless eyes, a soul that hadn't any closure. The ice type was as still as a statue, yet threatened to topple over with how wobbly and weak her legs looked. His own smile faded away, replaced with a sodden scowl.
"Cassidy… I-I…"
Julley's croaks ended there. His thoughts. His voice. They just didn't come out. They couldn't. Every second looking at his shattered spirit of a wife pained him on the inside as a stab wound to the chest. He wanted the agony to stop, so he attempted again.
"I-I want to talk to you about… Your… U-Umm…"
A sniffle. Cassidy stifled a tear that begged sweet release by sharply inhaling through her nose. It could only do much though, as a drop tricked down her muzzle, and splashed on the ground. Her arms were now shaking. Paws quaking. She dropped back on her hind legs.
What was once a sensationless cold air veil around her became a layer of warmth, concentrated in the side of her thigh. Cassidy, finding difficulty in not sobbing her worries away, glanced down. An Eevee sat on the floor a few inches from her unstable frame. Eyes hilted with life. Beam filled to the brim with potential. Posture boasting optimism. Julius, tossing and turning on the ground next to her, attempted to snuggle into her sides for a bit of motherly tenderness. Instinctively, she laid a paw on his head, caressing his growing fur with love. The happiness she longed for returned to her expression, making her smile no longer forced. Her touch was cold, though Julius showed no sign of letting up, nor discomfort. The Eevee took extreme pleasure in rubbing his head into her belly, and even going as far as to run a tongue below the Glaceon's chin a few times.
Julley felt water wellow in the corner of his eye, and his nose began to block a bit. Yet, this emotion was far from misery.
"C-Cass… I…"
"Yes, Julley." cut in Cassidy. Not rudely - more expectantly. "I-I… I want to talk about this too."
"O-Oh. O-Okay. Let's uhh… take a seat in the lounge."
Cassidy rubbed the top of her son's head, to which he happily fidgeted in the feeling. Next, she stood up on all fours, and followed her husband into the living room, where they were due to begin the conversation. The conversation that she had been avoiding for the longest time, yet now. Reckoning was beckoning.
Julley sat on one couch. Cassidy sat on the opposite side. Julius took to prancing about in the garden, letting the adults do their adulting.
"S-So, Cassidy?" begun the Umbreon bravely, his jaw quivering just to try and spell out his intentions. "Could you explain, like… What this man would do at yoga?"
Snivelling, the Glaceon looked into arbitrary space. Evidently, it took a lot to keep calm.
"W-Well… It started at the first couple of sessions. I noticed he had begun to touch me in sensitive areas. B-But, he just said it was part of the training." croaked Cassidy, putting a lot of her effort to make her broken voice comprehensible. "Although, it got more and more intense… The way he touched me, I mean. T-Then, it was just too much. He kept messaging my phone for 'Extra classes'. He sent me e-mails asking me to come in on days that wasn't e-even part of the schedule. He even sent me letters by mail. I cancelled my subscription, and that was on the same day when I received this letter from him…"
Cassidy reached for the coffee table that was in front of both of their couches. There was a large shopping catalogue beside some unopened mail both bathing below the light bulb. She tilted one of the corners, and slid out from under it, a folded piece of paper, addressed in black ink. Julley's eyes widened in surprise.
T-That's where she kept it? Arceus, I think I'm getting slow.
I think you were always a little bit slow, Julley.
The Glaceon handed the paper to her husband, for him to hold and read. Julley unfolded the sheet, and began letting his eyes do the work, while Cassidy watched in dread.
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Dear Madame Cassidy,
It has come to my attention that you had cancelled our weekly meetings. It's a shame. We were just scratching the surface of the fun I'd prepared for you.
You may be wondering why I wrote to you, and that is to clear up a misconception on your behalf. Madame, this doesn't mean anything. This does not guarantee your safety. This is merely you delaying the inevitable.
You cannot comprehend my passion for a woman like you, Cassidy. You're a colorful Glaceon of extreme grace that deserves more in a man. I know you've noticed this too. However, you reject all my advances. This joke of playing hard to get has ran it's course Madame, and it's time you stop playing around. It pains me to having to resort to do something like this, yet I'm left with no other choice.
Within the next week. You'll be mine. I know where you live. Your bank account numbers, your NI sequences, and even the names of your two children and hopeless excuse of a husband. Within the next 72 hours, you can consider one of your children gone. Your compliance is necessary.
In three days exactly, meet me at the Warehouse on East Latias avenue at 11pm at night, right across from the docks. Come alone, or I won't show. Call the police, and the same outcome will occur. Take this to court, and my lawyers will do a lot of damage to your financial structure. A lot.
Yours faithfully. Your TRUE love. You just have yet to realise it.
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Julley felt ire shake his arms as if someone had planted a signal generator in his veins. He angrily dashed the letter back onto the table, not believing what his eyes had just read. Looking up, he saw his wife reliving that horrible experience, and immediately rushed to her side, binding her in a warm blanket of a hug. His frustration would have to be put aside for now.
"C-Cass… it's okay… H-He's bluffing about half of the things that he said. He has to be." Julley reasoned, striving to not let rage bring tears to his eyes. "I won't let this guy - no matter who this person is - do this to you, and get away with it. I-I'll make him apologise even - I promise."
"B-But... What're you going to do? I don't see a way out of this..."
Julley slowly ran a paw down the Glaceon's back.
"I'm going to make a few calls, okay? E-Everything's going to be just fine, I'm sure. Let's just focus on making sure they aren't worried, especially Anais. It'll be alright."
"... You promise?"
"I promise."
Cassidy returned the hug, pecking two lips on the Umbreon's muzzle.
"I love you, Julley. P-Please, keep our children safe."
"I l-love you too, Cass. I promise, n-nothing will happen to them."
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"Ugh! He hasn't responded to my messages all day! Oh Arceus - what if he's sick of me?! GIRATINA! I'M SPIRALLING!"
Anais had half a mind to chuck her phone at the walls of her room. Perhaps even out the window and into the garden to be done with the frustration. However, the other half begged her to call the Luxray and instead sort things out there. Giratina, her partner in crime, sat in the corner of her room getting some quality rest on a beanbag Anais didn't know she owned.
Giratina looked up. "It's only 4 in the afternoon. Give the kid some time, at least."
The Sylveon paced back and forth, looking at her phone as if it had insulted her mother. "I want to! I really do! It's just so hard… Y'know, I hadn't even seen him this entire day!"
"Well, it's only one day." compromised the Ghost-Dragon dual type. "You could either give him a ring or just shut up and wait 'till tomorrow."
Sticking her bottom lip out, Anais flopped onto her bed, bouncing up and down. "I guess I could wait, then give him a call later."
Giratina nodded his or her head. Who cares at this point. "Awesome. Now, do you wanna take a look at my-"
Up into the sky went Anais' ears. She pointed at Giratina, before shooing him into the wardrobe with a gesture. She was a little confused as to how the Legendary even fit in there. Regardless, it worked as is. Merely a second later, two knocks parried the door, and Anais called out to the person wanting entrance.
The door creaked open, and from the slight gap, a turquoise head with very floppy ears poked through, tentatively looking back and forth, before setting her eyes on her daughter.
"Hi, Anais…" hesitantly greeted the Glaceon, pulling a forced smile out of the blue. Or rather, out of the cyan. "Food's ready."
Anais forced herself to sit up from her bed. "Oh. Hi, Mom. I'll be down in a second."
She hadn't realised it until now, but Anais finally had the opportunity to nab a higher quality glance at her mother, and the sight choked her of air. Eyes as red and puffy as a newborn Torchic. Stature slightly limp, as if the Glaceon was about to topple over onto her face.
"Mom? Are you alright? You look really… Uh… spent."
Cassidy rubbed her eyes, pushing the door open fully so she could use her free paw. Holding back a yawn, she dawned her eyes upon Anais again.
"It's okay, Annie. It's just been a really long couple of days for me."
Frowning, Anais took off from the bed, and made a couple steps toward her mother. A metre away, and she could feel the cool breeze emanating off the Glaceon already. The similarities between the two were faint. A Glaceon stood in the doorway. A Sylveon merely across from her. Be that as it may, Anais saw a light blue replica of herself barely standing just across from her. She took another step. Then another, and once the teen had found herself fit to perform the action of choice. She extended two peach coloured arms that boasted pink paws forward, surrounding her mother's nape, and pulled the fresh snow Pokemon closer.
Anais winced from the icy embrace between herself and the now slightly sobbing Glaceon. Still, she found herself as committed as ever to show a family member such affection. Two round and cold surfaces placed themselves on the Sylveon's soft back, and clenched it tightly.
Still while in the hug, Cassidy pulled back enough to see her daughter's face. The face that she had seen change for sixteen years and counting, yet none compared to the expression she wore now. A mix of melancholy albeit optimism.
"So um. Maybe we could get some food, right?"
"Y-Yeah. Thanks, Anais."
"No worries, Mom."
Now, Cassidy had fully let go of her daughter. The two shared a very reassuring glance, before getting on all paws to trot downstairs, and enter the kitchen. Waiting there, an Umbreon who desperately tried to feed a fidgeting Eevee some sliced Sitrus berries. He perked up once he saw his wife and firstborn enter the room, and smiled.
"H-Hey. There you guys are. Ready to eat?" asked Julley, laying both paws on the table. "I hope I don't sound r-rude, but I'm kind of hungry."
Looking about, the kitchen was spotless. Cassidy marvelled in the cleanliness of the room. To the left coming in from the doorway, all the grime that had made the top of the oven a habitat had been cleaned off. The dishes in the sink were no more. Even the dining table off to the right was wiped until the glass surface twinkled with recollections of the light above.
"So am I, aha!" the Glaceon of the family remarked. It gave the Umbreon hope to see his wife don a smirk again. Wow, she really did have some shiny teeth. Cassidy let her daughter nab a seat across from her little brother, and reached into the oven to take out a tray of a well done steak. "I hope you guys will enjoy this one!"
"Thanks, Mom."
"T-Thanks, Cassidy."
"Oooowwoooo!"
"I'm happy you all like it." sighed Cassidy, who did wear a pained expression. "Not to sound rude, but could we dig in? I just want something to calm me down, and I think food is the answer."
A triple of different celebratory exclamations came from each member of the modern Breon-Solian family. The Glaceon carefully brought the steak tray over with the help of her daughter. The sizzling meat tender made Julley and his son water at their mouths with extreme excitement.
"Honestly, it looks amazing. We haven't r-really had a family dinner in a while." commented the Umbreon, beaming until his eyes were thin lines.
"I know. It's relieving to have a meal together once in a while. Hand me your plate, Anais." replied the ice type wagging her head in anticipation. She stuck a fork in the meat, prepared to slice into it. "Now, let's save the talking for now, and let's all eat, okay?"
After dividing the steak and placing each of the pieces on her family's plates, Cassidy went to what she did best - devouring. Julius, Anais and Julley seemed to pout at different intensities, once they heard the sound of their mother and wife rip apart her meal with her tough canines while trying to enjoy a dish of their own. Living with Cassidy Blizzards as your mother was a blessing - as well as a curse.
During the course of the meal, Julley and Cassidy made frequent eye contact. Perturbed eye contact. Suddenly, spending time with their beloved children was more than imperative.
Anais, who boredly waited for her mother to finish eating (which wouldn't supersede more than 30 seconds), felt an unnatural oscillation in her torso fur, as well as a ringtone of an extract of the song Ordinary 'Mon by frequently relevant musical artist, Ozzy Ozoroark. She lifted her eyebrows as she took her phone out at the dining table like a rebel. An unknown number.
Looking about at her parents for approval (Her father didn't seem to mind; he was preoccupied with Julius, and her mother was too busy with her steak), Anais upped with her phone in paw, and jetted to the lounge for a bit of privacy.
"Hello?"
"Hey, hello? Is this Anais?"
Anais' face lit up like a light bulb with all the colours of the rainbow. "R-Raidon!" Immediately, she regretted her choice of volume, given that her parents were merely in the adjacent room. "You called me? Uh oh. Of course he did, stupid! S-Sorry, I meant to ask what's up?"
A laugh came from the other side.
"Ahaha! You know Anais - you're awful cute when you get all flustered like that."
C-Cute? Did he just called me cute? What? No one calls me cute! I'm like - the opposite of cute! WHAT'S GOING ON?!
I DON'T KNOW BUT CALM DOWN!
Okay, okay. Sorry. I spiral easy.
Yeah. I hear you, Anais.
"Hey? Hello? Anais?"
Without wasting another precious moment, Anais slammed her phone back to the side of her head, before regretting her decisions due to her slamming an electronic device into her noggin.
"Yeah! I'm still here."
"Awesome. I called to apologise since I hadn't seen the messages you sent me earlier today. In fact, I didn't even see you at all at school. That's nuts, right?"
The Sylveon was without a map nor compass, lost in the world of the Luxray's voice. Listening to him talk was bliss. It was embarrassing to admit, though there weren't a lot of people who could put a blush on the fairy's face. At the same time, Raidon wasn't just a person to her.
"I know. I uhh… I really missed you. Uhhmmm…"
Anais slapped her forehead in self-reproach.
"See! That's what makes you cute." laughed the Luxray over the line. Anais was made as red as a Cheri berry. Thankfully, her face couldn't be seen. She probably would've collapsed from the embarrassment. "But, I really missed you as well. You wouldn't mind if we did something tomorrow after school, would you?"
Is he asking me out on a date?
I've never been out on a date, but honestly, it definitely does sound like one.
Back on Earth, Anais was over the moon. She nodded her head expeditiously, before remembering that this was a phone call.
"Yeah! That's a really good idea!" chirped the hot-pink furred teenager. "I'd love to grab some ice cream with you again. This time, without any Barry or Lolas wondering about."
"Then it's a date. Literally!"
Anais couldn't describe the delight that was ignited in her chest right now, though the best comparison would be an atomic bomb filled with happiness, endearing baby Pidgeys and the colour light blue, for some reason.
"That's great, then! Could we meet after school at say… 5? I'd need some time to get ready."
"Sounds fine with me." Raidon replied. There seemed to be something going on in her boyfriend's background audio, though. "Uh oh. I might have to shoot. I'll see ya tomorrow, though!"
"Aha, alright. See you soon."
A click indicated the conclusion of the phone call, thus effectively, their conversation. Anais put down her phone, and flopped back onto the couch, performing consecutive fist pumps, one after the other. One would describe her movements as medically unhealthy, though.
Another date! I never thought I'd be this excited, but, here I am!
For sure. This Luxray is something else. I haven't seen you this happy since… well… Never, actually.
It's a fresh new start for Anais Breon-Solian.
"Anais!" called a motherly dictation from the kitchen, inducing a flinch from Anais. "Come and finish your food before it gets cold. Although, if you aren't going to have it..."
"Hang on, Mom. I'm coming!"
Rolling off the couch, the Sylveon skipped back to the kitchen. How worried she was over spilled milk. Who knew that spilling milk could make her grin like this? Gosh, it was getting a bit nuts now. Anais slapped her forehead again, trying to hopefully slap the smile off her mop as a collateral. She could save her high spirits for tomorrow.
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Jasmine, was now joined by her husband on the couch of the lounge. Barred from work on maternity leave, she snacked from a cheap bowl of potato chips in front of the television. Brendan, who had just arrived from work (that was, punching someone clean in their face) a moment ago, was sloppily laid up against his wife like a ladder angled against a wall.
"How was work today?" questioned the Lucario, refusing to look at her husband. Not while Septimus and the City was on.
"It was the usual home game." mused Brendan, reaching for a chip. His attempts were shooed away by a spiked paw, that opted to feed the chip straight to his beak instead. Chewing and swallowing the fatty foodstuff, the Blaziken crossed his legs and roped an arm around the Aura Pokemon. "Was taking care of the kids alright? Did they give you any trouble?"
Another chip travelled into her mouth. Crunch. "Nope! I put both Jacie and Janine to bed for now."
Brendan screwed his face in the tradition of not fully catching onto something.
"...who's Janine?"
The Lucario looked like he was about to put the professional fighter in a chokehold.
"Janine? Janine Bursyamo?" spelled out Jasmine, watching her husband's expression expectantly like a hawk, awaiting for the information to click in his head. It didn't. "Ugh… Barry told me you named her Special Case Pokemon - 5525?"
"Oh, her! Janine is a great name for her, babe!"
The Lucario rolled her eyes, yet couldn't help servicing the Blaziken with another potato chip. "Honestly, Brendan, sometimes you make me the happiest wife in the world. Other times you behove me to strangle you with my own two paws."
"Aha, I'm sorr- Mmmm!" mumbled Brendan, having a beak stuffed full of potato again. Sometimes shutting up was the best method to appease a miffed Aura Pokemon. He was sure he could see her forehead veins ready to pop out through her fur.
The front door was pried open with a creak, and another presence stepped inside the well furnished house with a few creaks and a clank. The door was shut. The son of Brendan and Jasmine entered the lounge, holding a smile in place and backpack in hand
"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" he greeted joyfully, waving at his parents with glee written all over his posture. Brendan popped up out of his seat to embrace his son. Jasmine rathered to keep seated but happily wave and chew on her snacks.
"Hey, there, budster! I was waiting for you to get home." Brendan rejoiced, happily clasping his son's shoulders rather suddenly. "How was school?"
"It was great, thanks!" replied Barry, letting his things down on the couch. "O-Oh, umm… Dad... Would it be alright if two of my friends come tomorrow and spend some time here? I promise we won't mess anything up."
Brendan was about to nod, but first, he glanced at his wife, who proceeded to close her eye and dip her head. Thus, he nodded as well.
"Glad you're bringin' some pals over, Barry. Are any of them girls?"
"No, only two of my male friends."
"Lame. Do ya want me to take you guys out somewhere, then?"
"I think it's alright, Dad."
An interjection came from Jasmine by clearing her throat. "Actually, Brendan… I was thinking that we could go for dinner somewhere tomorrow. Somewhere fancy. Just you and me."
Brendan smiled, knowing that there was always a bonus when they'd get home late after a night of ostentatious gourmet dishes, dazzling urban nightlife and ice cold champagne. It'd also give him a reason to wear something classy for once.
"Music to my ears, Mrs. Bursyamo."
Barry felt a little bit out of place seeing his parents making plans like this. Plus, he had a Lopunny of his own to be regarding. The teen nabbed his stuff from the couch, and prepped to head to his room.
"Hey, wait a second, Barry - I've got something that I wanna talk to you about!" called his father spinning his car keys with his digit.
Jasmine groaned, her shoulders slumping. "Not this again… For the thousandth time, Goofball - no. And no means no this time! Not no as in yes, and not yes as in yes. No as in no!"
Confused, Barry had begun scratching his noggin. He glanced back and forth at his parents, who were like two Raticates bickering after the last pizza in the box. Or rather, a Raticate and a Bellossom.
"Come on, Jazz! Barry's growing up, and it's about time him an' I have that talk!"
The Lucario bared her teeth, which was never a good sign. "He can find out on his own, at his own pace, just like you did!"
"I mean, let's think about it, though. He's gonna see a few of them in the street, and he'll be all like… 'Wow, I wish I was inside her.'" argued back the professional battler, putting on his best Barry expression, yet earning a frown from his son. He'd understand in due time. "'Golly, how'd it feel to turn her on, and ride her aaaalll the way to Kanto 'n' back.'"
Jasmine found it hard not to crack a smile at his husband's antics. "I hate (love) you so much! You can take 'im, but when you come back, don't expect any action in bed."
"Come on, Jazz. Let's not make it like that! Plus, it'll be both of our deficits."
Fiddling with the remote control, before flicking to a new channel, Jasmine made up her mind. "Fine. I'll see how I feel later. Enjoy your talks, ya birdbrains."
"What talk?" asked Barry, watching his father cluelessly. "And why did Mom call me birdbrain?"
"Joint association." simply stated the Lucario.
"But I don't even know what the talk is about!"
Brendan swivelled and slammed two hands on his son's shoulders. Again.
"Cars!"
"Cars..?" repeated the wincing Blaziken, with a minor twist of misunderstanding.
"That's right, kiddo. Come with me." instructed the ambitious father, beckoning his son for a walk and talk out of the lounge, and toward the garage. No one saw the Lucario shaking her head on the way out. "Ya see, there's gonna be a time where you'll want to get somewhere, with someone. Or get someone, somewhere. The best facility you'll have at hand will be my pride and joy - the car."
The father-son pair reached the garage by meandering through the hallways. 3 cars were parked in parallel, ready to shoot off through the door at the twist of a key. The one furthest to the left was a white sports car that Barry knew all too well. The 4-door sports convertible with the tinted windows and the Rayquaza car freshener hanging on the rearview mirror winked at the gazing Blaze Pokemon. The number plate? BR3ND4N BUR5Y4M0. The older Blaziken got it adjusted recently.
"Take a look at this beauty, eh? She was the first car I ever got." boasted Brendan to his son, who felt a bit left out in the affectionate caress that his father gave to the car's bonnet. "Maybe if you're lucky, she'll be yours. Maybe. Possibly never. Anyway, we'll be using your Mom's car to practice. For, uh, the sake of argument. Nothing else."
"Umm. Alright, but don't I need to have a provisional license?"
Brendan pulled out a green card that had Barry's personal information and even his passport picture officially stuck on it.
"U-Uh, b-but what about insurance?"
Brendan pulled out a cover note.
"U-UH!"
"Listen, dude." begun Brendan, setting the things on the side, and taking a step forward. "I know you're shook 'n' all because this is your first time driving… Well, second, if we count your baby steps. I'm digressing, though. What I'm saying is that the only thing you need to be scared of, is regretting something that you had the opportunity to take. So hop in the car, and let's get started!"
It took some gentle breathing from the teenage Blaziken, though eventually his mood turned around, and he began to see the light in driving. He swallowed his anxieties, and hopped into the sparkling white sports ca-
"Hey. I said your mother's car."
Ring ring….
Brendan pouted, reaching into his feathers for that pesky phone that constantly seemed to elude him. He took it out, and immediately answered the call that interrupted his father-son bonding time.
"Hello? Brendan Bursyamo speaking."
"..."
"Hey, Julley…! Sorry - Didn't see the caller ID. What's up?"
I think that should do it for this chapter. The way I wrote this was super non-linear, but I liked it. It's time to start tying up some of the knots. Hopefully you can all enjoy it one way or another. Now, in the words of Video Jockey VJ Emmie himself - Commando. Thanks for the read! Hope to see all of you again in the next chapter.
-LuanOTP
Hello..?
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Anais? I'm still in the wardrobe…
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Could I come out now? I'm kinda getting lonely.
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You know, when I think about it, I get a little bit sad. Like - all the other legendaries are out there, doing something useful with their lives. Whether it be working with the mortals, or stabilising the universe, they're all doing something productive. Meanwhile, I'm here, filling my body with drugs that do absolutely nothing for me, and stalking a teenager just for the sake of entertainment. Everyday, I just wonder; What is my life, and when will it begin-
The wardrobe doors flung open. A dazed Sylveon responsible for it. Her eyes were red with umbrage and lack of sleep. What could've been keeping her awake?
"You know I can hear your thoughts, right?" hissed Anais through gritted teeth, prepared to rip and tear with her pair. "I've literally got no sleep all because you're too busy thinking out loud in my wardrobe!"
Giratina, slightly flushed that he was being chastised by a teenager. Although, it frightened him nonetheless.
"Aha… Ahahaha… Ah-"
*Zip*
In a flash of light and plasma, accompanied with a clap of thunder, Giratina was gone. Away. Departed. All Anais had to show for it was a bunch of her clothes messily squeezed in a small heap, presumably under the Giratina's weight.
"..."
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"Legendaries… Honestly…"