Heyo kiddies. I'm back with another story.
I know what you're thinking.
'why are these bed time stories, they're so sad?'
Shut the fuck up, I ain't makin' you read.
I don't even LIKE to read.
But I'm doin' it! For YOU.
So sit down and shaddap.
This one...this one is about my first pokemon.
My best friend.
The thing that will stand by me until one of us dies.
Ancien, my Gallade. So listen up.
I remember it being warm. It was summer after all.
I had recovered from high school, much to my dismay.
I only recovered physically. Mentally I was a wreck.
I wanted to die so bad.
But I was scared to die.
I would walk away from home. Tak
Meeting the Red Velvet Man P2 by MizuOCTS, literature
Literature
Meeting the Red Velvet Man P2
"Brother!" her voice came like sugar mixed with lightning as a small pokemon collided full on into her brother's slouched form.
His arms wrapped around her as he grinned, picking her up and twirling her about. "Heya Monica. I'm back." He set her down.
She was small and yellow, her eyes just as inquisitive as her brother's, but wider. Her eyelashes batted with her lids as she
looked at me eagerly. "Who is this?" she asked innocently.
"This is Ancien. I found him gettin' beat up by a Cofagrigus when I was on my hunt this mornin'. Decided to save him and patch 'im
up a bit." he said honestly with a gentle nod. She scrambled about on her tin