Vanillite and Beartic

Snow swirled in the air around the bus stop. A few headlights shone in the dark as cars passed slowly on the ice-covered road. Streetlights had flakes fly under them, but not as thickly as they were around the sheltered bench. On the bench, there was a small Pokémon that seemed to be made of ice cream with a little crystal waffle cup. She was wearing a black ribbon around the top of her cone, tied into a bow with long trails behind her. She sat there, looking down at the ground.

A shadow fell across the bench, causing the Vanillite to look up. Approaching the bus stop, there was a tall muscular Pokémon there, a Beartic. She had claws and fangs made of ice, as well as sleek white fur that seemed like it could help absorb hits. It was odd to see one of them in the city; they usually stuck to the tundra surrounding it.

Drawing a bit of icy mist closer to her, Vanillite put a paw to her chin and said, "I hope you're not out here to pick on a young lady."

Beartic stood there looking at her for a second, then smiled and patted her swirl top. "Aw, don't worry none. I wouldn't go hurting a little cutie like you."

Vanillite huffed, causing a puff of white mist to fly from her mouth. "I am not cute."

Sitting down on the other end of the bench, Beartic sounded puzzled as she said, "You aren't? but you're little, with big pretty eyes, and that ribbon you have on is adorable. You seem cute to me."

"I don't want to be cute," she insisted. "I'm a goth. I haven't found many black things to wear, though, and lipstick and mascara doesn't stick. Still, goths aren't cute."

"I don't see why they can't be." She thought for a moment while Vanillite went back to sulking. "I used to be cute, but then I evolved. I'd like to be cute again, but it's hard to do now. You ought to take advantage of being cute while you are."

She shook herself, giving a negative reaction. "But nobody takes the cute ones seriously. People are always like, 'you're so cute, now stay on the sidelines and look cute while we take care of things.' Besides, there's so many other cute Pokémon and we get clumped together as all sweet and cute and nice. I want to be different. I want to be elegant, dark and mysterious." She sighed. "It's not working that well, is it? I even made the snow swirl around to be more mysterious."

"It did have a kind of mysterious effect," Beartic said, scratching her head. Then she snapped her fingers, causing a part of her ice claw to fly off. "You could use just the goth attitude. Act that way and you'll surely stand out from the crowd of other small cute Pokémon. People will come to see you for how you behave more than how you look." She looked at her claws, then took a deep breath and blew on the broken one.

"But the goth ones, the Dark and Ghost types, they wouldn't listen to me. They weren't cute ones either. I don't know if just an attitude will work."

"It does work, but you have to give it time," Beartic said, examining her shining claws by the streetlight. "See, when I was little, I could wear a pink bow and people thought I was so cute right away. But when I evolved, I became tough looked, like a rough-houser. But I'm not like that. I make up for a lack of cuteness in looks by being really sweet and nice, and even a little ditzier than I actually am." She laughed and brought her fore paws together. "Because I can't resist being cheerful at any cute little thing, or making others feel happy."

Looking at her, Vanillite thought it was strange. But she was a kind of kindred spirit, wanting to be what she wasn't. "I see. It's odd to hear something like that out of a Pokémon like you. I guess it is odd for something like me to be goth."

She shook her head. "If that's who you are, then that's who you should be. You may not be able to easily change what you are, but you can change how you are. Besides, chances are that if you ran into me with other Beartics, you'd be able to pick me out after a little while. It will definitely make you more memorable. I guess what I'm trying to say is, be who you are, no matter what you look like."

"Would it really work?" Vanillite asked.

"You won't know until you try. Oh look, there's the bus…" she looked over and sat back. "Not the one I need to catch."

"It's the one I do," she said. "I'll try. I don't now how well it will work, though."

Beartic nodded. "I'm sure you can make being a cute goth work. I hope I get to see you later."

"Maybe."

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Beartic White entry: It freezes its breath to create fangs and claws of ice to fight with. Cold northern areas are its habitat.

Vanillite Black entry: The temperature of their breath is -58 F. They create snow crystals and make snow fall in areas around them.

I like the cute goth style.