A/N: Sorry for the late update, but here's the next chapter! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites! I really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: This shipping/story may be considered gross or emotional disturbing. I completely agree. Read at your own risk.
I also don't intend to offend anyone, I only want to entertain.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Bulbapedia.

IN LOVE

MerryChristmasShipping (DelibirdxTogetic)

Characters according to Bulbapedia

Delibird (Japanese: デリバード Delibird) is a dual-type Ice/Flying Pokémon.

Togetic (Japanese: トゲチック Togechick) is a dual-type Normal/Flying Pokémon.

Story according to me plus interruptions by the characters

This is the heartwarming tale of Togetic, the Pokémon who didn't believe in Christmas… until she met a certain person, that is.

"Let me guess… me."

"Shhh, don't spoil it!"

When she was younger, she loved and believed in Christmas just as much as every other kid. She loved the family evenings, the snow that covered the ground, the cool air, the green Christmas tree and of course the presents.

As she grew older, she knew that Delibirds didn't really place the presents beneath the tree, but that her parents did that. She didn't mind though, after all, presents were presents.

"You know, this story isn't that bad."

"I don't know 'bout that, I have this bad feeling…"

But-

"See, there it is, the but."

"How do you mean, 'the but'?"

"'The but' as in something bad is gonna happen now."

But one day everything changed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, that bad but."

It was Christmas Eve, a supposed time of cheerfulness and happiness, but no such thing was occurring now in poor Togetic's house. She was sitting in her bed, clamping her hands over her ears, desperately trying to block out the screams coming from downstairs.

Her parents, yelling at each other. Screaming, fighting, arguing.

"That never happened!"

"That's why it's called a story, you know."

"I know that, but something like that would never happen!"

"Ugh."

The sound of breaking glass was heard, and Togetic hid her head under her pillow, a sob escaping her lips. After what seemed like forever, a door was slammed, and then…

"What? What then?"

... Silence. Dead silence.

"I have such a bad feeling about this…"

"Yeah, me too. I don't think this is going end well."

"Don't say things like that!"

When Togetic came down next morning, her father was gone. Her mother wasn't. Or maybe she was, but with a different meaning.

"Oh no, she isn't… is she?"

"I think…"

In the kitchen, red blood was spilled over the dark green kitchen floor, and in the middle lay the pure white body of her mother.

"Nooo!"

"I'm sorry, Togetic…"

"Sniff… Don't be, it isn't your fault."

"I…"

The irony was painfully clear for the young Togetic.

Green, red and white.

Christmas morning.

Death.

"My mother DIED!"

"Shh, shh, it's just a story, just a story, it's not real, not real…"

"The storyteller murdered my mother!"

"Shhh, don't worry, don't worry, it's not real, not real."

"Why do you keep repeating words?"

"Er… I thought it would calm you down. Did it?"

"It's just annoying."

"Sorry."

Years passed, Christmas came and went, and Togetic hated it more and more each year. She didn't see the beauty, the love, the happiness of the holiday. Only the hate and the sadness of her scars.

It was Christmas Eve again, and Togetic was flying over the lighted and beautiful decorated city, not paying attention to it. She reached her destination – her mother's grave – soon enough, and sat down, staring at the carved words in the stone.

She didn't know how long she was staring at those cursed words – she didn't read them anymore, as she knew them by heart – but it was dark, cold and silent.

"Isn't that usually in the winter after eight o'clock?"

"Hush, I want to listen."

A sob escaped her lips, but she didn't have more tears to cry, all of them were frozen on her face.

"That's… a bit pathetic."

"Hey, I'm not pathetic!"

"You're coming here every year, don't you?" a voice behind her suddenly asked.

Togetic startled, and quickly whirled around, facing the now landed Delibird.

"S'pose that's me."

"Were you spying me?" Togetic lashed out.

"No, I was just watching you."

"Isn't that the same thing?" she asked suspiciously.

"Heh heh, got you there."

The handsome Delibird shrugged, before walking towards her, extending one of his red wings.

"Come with me, Togetic, it's time to move on."

"Nah ah, it's dangerous to go with strangers."

"And it's absolutely not dangerous AT ALL to sit alone in the middle of the night on a deserted graveyard…"

"Shut up."

Reluctantly, Togetic stood up, and looked in his black eyes. She felt trust well up and blinked back tears as she grabbed his wing.

"You look someone in the eye and then you trust that person all of sudden…?"

"If I looked you in the eye I probably would run away screaming."

"Hmpf."

And for the first time since her mother's death, Togetic enjoyed Christmas… with her Delibird.

The end.

Story according to the characters

Togetic: "That was so sad, and cute, and romantic! I absolutely loved it!"

Delibird: "Excuse me?"

Togetic: "I said, that w-"

Delibird: "I know what you said, but do you actually mean it?"

Togetic: "Of course!"

Delibird: "What? Why in the name of Arceus? It was terrible, cheesy and clichéd."

Togetic: "You're just jealous that you aren't the main character."

Delibird: "Wh- No, no, I'm not jealous. How dare you to insinuate something like that?"

Togetic: "You're soooo jealous…"

Delibird: "I. Am. Not."

Togetic: "Yes, you are…"

Delibird: "YOUR MOTHER DIED!"

Togetic: "…"

Delibird: "…"

Togetic: "You're so mean. Sniff… I'm leaving."

Delibird: "Wait, Togetic, I didn't mean it like that. I was just… okay, I was jealous. I'm sorry."

Togetic: "Sniff. Don't worry about it."

Delibird: "Well… I'm leaving, 'kay?"

Togetic: "Right, see you…"

Togetic: "Stupid malformed bird."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Didn't think this one too funny, but I'll leave that up to you guys. Togetic had kinda moodswings... Tell me what you think!
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