Molly Parker was your typical college student, juggling the demanding life of maintaining good grades while struggling to earn enough money to survive in the real world. Life in Lilycove City wasn't exactly a cakewalk either; known for its affluence within the Hoenn region, the city's high cost of living made Molly's daily grind even tougher.

Balancing rent, utility bills, a low-paying job, and the ever-mounting expenses of community college was no small feat. Yet, against the odds, she had finally completed all her courses to earn her Associate of Arts in Business degree. Or so she thought.

"Denied," grumbled the large Haxorus seated across from her, his voice flat with indifference. He openly admitted to hating his job, and it showed in every dismissive gesture he made.

"What?!" Molly exclaimed, her pincers twitching in agitation as she leaned forward in the rickety chair. The counselor's office was cramped and uninspired, reflecting the underwhelming state of the school itself—a far cry from the prestigious institutions she'd dreamed of attending.

"I completed all my credits and mandatory classes! I earned that degree!" she protested, her voice rising with frustration.

"Agreed," the dragon-type groaned, lazily filing his sharp claws and propping his oversized feet on the battered wooden desk. "Except you haven't paid a single Poké toward your classes."

Molly clutched her head with her pincers, a reflex she regretted instantly—being a standard Gligar, she'd learned the hard way not to poke herself in the eyes.

"They're like two hundred Poké per class!" she cried out, exasperation dripping from every word. "I can't afford that!"

The Haxorus shrugged, unimpressed. "Well, get a job."

"I have one!"

"Get another one," he suggested, stretching his muscular arms with an obnoxious yawn that revealed rows of razor-sharp teeth. "File for a loan. Until you cough up the money to pay off your classes, we have the right to withhold your degree. Thank you and goodbye."

Molly flinched at the abrupt dismissal. "B-But—"

"Thank you and goodbye!" he repeated, louder this time, slamming the office door shut behind her with a definitive thud.

Left standing in the dimly lit hallway, Molly sighed deeply, the weight of her situation pressing down on her like a heavy backpack she couldn't shrug off. With her classes on hold, she could look for a second job and start saving, but that could take forever. She didn't trust loans; the very idea made her anxious.

Then it hit her—she was about to be late for her shift at the coffee shop!

40 Minutes and an angry taxi driver later

"You're late, Parker!"

Molly flinched at the sharp, booming voice of her boss, an Abomasnow who towered over her like a giant looming over a fragile insect. His frosty glare could've frozen magma, and his massive arms were crossed over his broad chest, clearly unimpressed.

"I-I'm sorry, sir!" Molly stammered, nervously rubbing her pincers together. "M-My meeting at school ran longer than I thought—it was mostly because Mr. Pearson was late. A-And when I went home to grab my uniform, the door was locked!"

Her boss's expression remained cold and unresponsive. Molly, determined to salvage what she could, continued.

"-I asked my roommate to let me in because I, um, kindasortaforgotmykey," she blurted, her voice quickening with anxiety. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "She said she was busy and that, uh, a group of guys were going to run a train on her. And I thought that was dangerous—like, why would anyone want to be run over by a train? How would that even fit in our tiny apartment?!"

"Parker—"

"-So I had to help her, you know? Because it's the right thing to do! And if she was dead, how could I pay rent on my own—"

"Parker—"

"-And when I finally managed to break down the door, I saw—"

"PARKER!" The Abomasnow roared, his voice reverberating through the small café like an avalanche. Molly immediately snapped her mouth shut, trembling slightly.

"I don't care," he growled. "This is the second time you've been late, and I'm sick of it. From this day on, you're—"

A deliberate throat-clearing interrupted the tirade. Both Abomasnow and Molly turned their heads toward the office door, now ajar. Leaning against the frame was Gwen, a Charmeleon with an expression of boredom etched across her face.

"Hey, are you done yelling at her yet?" Gwen asked flatly. "There's a line out the door with soccer moms, and I need help."

"Do it yourself," Abomasnow snapped, his icy gaze drifting back to Molly. "I'm on the verge of firing her."

Molly's heart sank. But before she could protest, Gwen arched a brow and smirked.

"If you fire her, then I quit," Gwen said nonchalantly. The Abomasnow's eyes widened slightly.

"I'm not dealing with the local reject MILF club on my own," Gwen added, flicking her tail lazily. "So, tell me now if I'm walking out or not."

The Abomasnow seethed silently, his face twitching with suppressed rage. After a tense pause, he spun on his heel and stomped away, his heavy footsteps shaking the floor.

"Do your damn jobs, or you're both losing out on tips today," he barked over his shoulder.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Molly squeaked, hastily saluting as she backpedaled out of the office. In her rush, she nearly collided with Gwen, who gently stopped her by grabbing ahold of her waist. Glancing up to meet the Charmeleon's amused grin, Molly's face flushed a deep red.

"Thanks for the, uh… t-the save, Gwen," she mumbled, fiddling with her pincers.

"Meh, mostly did it for my own sanity," Gwen shrugged, gently nudging Molly toward the counter. "But you can repay me by taking the register."

With a soft squeak of compliance, Molly scurried to the register, determined to focus despite the lingering blush burning her cheeks. Come on, Molly, snap out of it, she thought, sneaking a glance at Gwen as she prepared cups with effortless coolness.

She's just so cool and perfect, Molly sighed inwardly before shaking her head vigorously. No. Bad, Molly. She's way out of your league, and who knows if she's even into girls. Besides, you have—

"Excuse me, may I please order now?"

Snapping out of her spiraling thoughts, Molly's head shot up. "O-Oh! Of course, I'm so sorry…" Her voice trailed off as her gaze met the customer's.

Standing before her was a Gardevoir, a vision of elegance and beauty so radiant that comparing her to a goddess felt inadequate. Confidence draped over her, and her graceful posture made Molly's heart stutter.

"You're so pretty," Molly whispered without thinking. The words slipped out, unintended but impossible to retract.

The Gardevoir arched a delicate brow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Oh no. She's going to laugh at me. Do something! Save yourself! Molly's brain screamed.

"U-Uh, I mean… Y-You're so… shitty!"

The amused smile vanished faster than her bi-weekly check. Molly froze, her face a vivid shade of crimson. Behind her, Gwen snorted, barely suppressing laughter.

Already knowing what's to come, Molly lowered her head in defeat. "Do you want to speak to my manager?"

"Very much so, yes."

8 Hours and one half-drunk taxi driver later

After barely surviving her shift without nearly getting fired—again—Molly finally stumbled back home. The remnants of her broken door greeted her: a haphazardly stuffed plush pumpkin from last year's Halloween party jammed into the hole. At least this time, she remembered her key.

Navigating through the battlefield of passed-out bodies sprawled across the living room had become her new normal. Empty bottles littered the floor, mingling with discarded jackets and half-eaten snacks. Her roommate was there too, face-down on the couch, snoring softly amid the chaos. Molly sighed, stepping over an outstretched arm with the grace of someone far too used to this routine.

She was grateful no one ever dared enter her room. It was the only sanctuary she had, a small haven to escape from reality to.

Closing the door behind her with a soft click, Molly let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She crossed the room and opened her closet. Pushing aside the everyday clothes—uniforms, casual wear, and the occasional forgotten sweater—she revealed something hidden in the farthest corner.

A specific outfit, neatly hung and waiting. She had another job to get to, after all.

"I finally finished it!"

The words boomed with arrogant laughter, echoing through the hollow expanse of an abandoned warehouse near the docks of Lilycove City. They belonged to none other than Jeff.

Known to the citizens as the resident homeless nutjob, Jeff had always been dismissed as a madman. But now, standing beside his completed masterpiece, he would prove them wrong. He was not just eccentric, he was an evil genius.

He scratched his snowy afro with one oversized hand, then smoothed down the white fur covering his sickly blue skin. His wild eyes gleamed with manic pride as he admired the towering metallic contraption beside him.

The machine looked like something ripped from a Saturday morning cartoon: a massive metal platform bolted to the concrete floor, supporting an enormous raygun aimed at the warehouse's crumbling ceiling, perfectly aligned with the gaping hole that framed the night sky.

"With my wicked Mind-Controlinator, I will turn every citizen of Lilycove into my EVIL henchmen!" Jeff declared, laughter spilling out again in dramatic waves. "It only took thirty years, but now that it's finally complete, I will be king of this city—maybe even the region… if I feel like it!"

"Yeah, you tell 'em, Boss!"

Jeff's grin faltered. That grating, high-pitched voice belonged to none other than Loki.

Scampering into view was a hyperactive Yungoos with scruffy brown fur and a jagged stripe of yellow running from their forehead down to their tail. To Jeff, they were an unwelcome, overly enthusiastic pest.

Not this loser again, Jeff groaned internally, rolling his eyes. Out loud, he muttered, "What do you want now?"

"Oh, come on, Boss—"

"I'm not your boss," Jeff snapped.

"I helped you move the evil machine," Loki protested, rubbing their tiny paws together with a mischievous grin. "Let's power this bad boy up! Come on! Let's take over the world!"

Jeff sighed deeply, his palm meeting his face with a loud smack. "Kid, you're not my sidekick. I work alone. Besides, I can't start it just yet. My favorite telenovela starts in fifteen minutes, and I need to know if Rodrigo confesses to Roxi about his fling with Isabela."

His expression darkened, clenching his fist dramatically. "That scumbag doesn't deserve a sweetheart like Roxi. If he lies and she still falls into his arms, I swear to Arceus—"

"Seriously?" Loki blinked, baffled.

"I KNOW!" Jeff threw his hands up. "This is the second time Isabela's wrecked someone's relationship! Even someone as EVIL as I am isn't that EVIL!"

"No, I mean…" Loki shook his head. "If it starts in fifteen minutes, why not just activate the machine now?"

Jeff groaned louder this time. "You don't get it. I have to pick out the right ice cream, find the perfect spot on the couch, and make sure I can steal cable from that loser Bill down the street. It's a delicate process."

Loki stared, deadpan.

"Besides," Jeff added smugly, "my arch-nemesis isn't even here! Can't have an EVIL monologue without her."

"YES, YOU CAN, BOSS!" Loki practically screeched. "She's not here—this is the perfect chance to cause chaos! I moved from Alola to learn from you!"

"EVIL deeds after telenovela!" Jeff boomed with finality.

"Nothing evil will happen on my watch."

Both villains snapped their heads upward just as a figure plummeted from the rafters, landing squarely atop the oversized raygun. A Gligar stood there, clad in a tattered black cape that obscured her wings and a makeshift black mask covering the upper half of her face. Her eyes gleamed with fury.

"If you think you can ruin the lives of innocent citizens, think again," she declared in a deliberately husky voice.

"Ah, Batgirl!" Jeff cackled, rubbing his hands together. Loki grinned in admiration. "So, you've finally arrived to witness my EVIL triumph!"

Batgirl pushed her cape back dramatically, crouching to pounce. "Not on my watch, Jeff—"

"Wait, time out," Jeff interrupted, squinting at his makeshift watch, crafted from scrap metal and a coat hanger. "Telenovela starts in three minutes."

Batgirl hesitated mid-pounce. "W-Wait… It's Wednesday?" Her voice shifted to a much softer, younger tone. "Is Rodrigo going to confess?"

"That asshole better confess his EVIL deeds," Jeff muttered, motioning for her to come down. "Come. We watch the telenovela, then we maybe fight to the death if it isn't too late."

Without missing a beat, Batgirl hopped down, landing squarely on Jeff's fluffy afro. "Do you have ice cream?"

"Three different flavors."

"I love chocolate."

"Hold it!"

Jeff froze mid-step, groaning as he turned to see Loki holding a rectangular device with a conspicuously large red button.

"My EVIL Mind-Controlinator activation button!" Jeff shrieked, pointing accusingly. "How did you get that?"

"You left it on the floor, Boss," Loki replied matter-of-factly.

"CURSES!"

With an unhinged laugh, Loki lifted the device high. "With a single press, the Boss will rule Lilycove!"

"Not on my watch!" Batgirl growled, voice slipping back into its gritty husk. She leapt heroically… and face-planted onto the floor a mere foot away as Loki slammed their paw against the button.

Nothing happened.

"Huh?" Loki frowned, pressing the button again. And again. Still nothing. "Boss, I think your machine's busted."

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Jeff roared, snatching the device and furiously mashing the button while glaring up at the inert machine. "I'm an EVIL genius! I spent my whole life on this!"

Batgirl groaned from the floor, coughing as she pointed toward the back of the machine, weakly. "I-I think I see the problem…" She groaned and face-planted once more.

Jeff and Loki exchanged a glance, then approached the machine's wiring. Jeff gasped in horror. The cables were frayed, haphazardly knotted together with duct tape and literal rope.

"What the actual…" Jeff seethed, turning his glare onto Loki.

"What?" Loki shrugged innocently. "You told me to move the machine inside. After I bolted it down, the cable didn't reach the outlet, so I improvised."

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN AN EXTENSION CORD?!" Jeff bellowed.

"I thought this would be faster," Loki replied, grinning cheekily.

Jeff could practically feel a vein popping in his forehead.

2 minutes of mongoose abuse later

Jeff shook the unconscious body of Loki, watching as various items fell to the ground in a jumbled mess—half a poke, a keychain, some used gum, and a tattered magazine. It was all just useless junk.

"Useless," he muttered under his breath, tossing Loki's limp form to the side with a huff before collapsing into a nearby chair. He leaned back, frustrated, unable to enjoy his usual pastime. His telenovela. What was the point now? He had no idea what he had missed, but it surely wasn't worth watching anymore.

Batgirl approached him, her expression as serious as ever, casting a shadow over the moment. "Did you really have to do that to the kid?" she asked, her tone flat but questioning.

With a heavy roll of his eyes, Jeff grunted in frustration. "He ruined my EVIL plans! And to make matters worse, he made us miss the confession! What was Roxi's reaction? What did Rodrigo even say? Is Isabela homewrecking yet another home? I don't know these answers!"

The Gligar, cleared her throat before sitting beside him. "Yeah, I'm bummed about that too," she said with a sigh. The silence that followed was broken only by the faint sound of Loki groaning in pain. After a moment, she hesitated, then spoke up again. "So, uh, what was that machine going to do, exactly? You know, hypothetically speaking."

Jeff leaned back in his chair, his voice taking on an almost nonchalant tone as he began to explain. "Oh, that? It was going to control the minds of everyone in the city. If you hadn't foiled my plans, I'd have commanded them to hand over all the money in the city, and with that kind of cash, I could finally escape this cursed warehouse!"

"That's... pretty evil," Batgirl remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, right!" Jeff exclaimed, a proud grin tugging at his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, still pouting. "But now... How am I supposed to get money?"

His thoughts trailed off as his eyes caught sight of the magazine on the ground. With a raised brow, he picked it up, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. But then, as he studied the cover more closely, his expression shifted from frustration to a slow, devious grin.

Batgirl glanced over his shoulder, noticing the change in his demeanor. "Looks like you aren't completely useless after all," Jeff commented chuckled, taking a glance over at the groaning mongoose.

Loki groaned again from the floor, barely conscious. "Thanks, Boss…" they muttered, before slipping into unconsciousness once more.

Name: Molly Parker (Alias: Batgirl)

Species: Gligar

Age: 24

Sexuality: Homosexual

Hometown: Lilycove City, Hoenn

Created By: Mystacat

Name: Jeff

Species: Galarian Darmanitan

Age: 42

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown: Sootopolis City, Hoenn

Created By: Unknown Writer 96

Name: Loki Dysnomia

Species: Yungoos

Age: 21

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: Po Town, Alola

Created By: WryterWarrior

Totally Real World Tour Contestants

1. Aquamarine the Floatzel

2. Dez the Mabosstiff

3. Frank the Pinsir

4. Jeff the Galarian Darmanitan

5. Loki the Yungoos

6. Molly the Gligar

7. O'Reilly the Lairon