Chocolate The Shiny Zorua~!

Mostly just Proshippers, Incest shippers, stuff along those lines. We're not really ones for singling out people for fandoms unless they're incredibly toxic/creator is toxic (E.g. Vizzie Pop, DSMP, etc.)

With boundaries with N I suppose just nothing with blood? N has a severe phobia of blood and he hates any mentions of it including pictures and everything of that sort. Surprisingly he doesn't mind Ghetsis likers or stuff like that but I think that's a personal vendetta but I won't get into that.

All and all there isn't must really just don't mention that stuff above, N loves answering questions about Unova and certain Pokemon, hell he'll even tell you their behaviour patterns, diet, families, etc. He just loves talking about Pokemon in general.

He sits, perched up in his icon. It's a Pokemon Black icon, the first one, the game the owner had longer forgotten within the cartridge slot. The screen was flipped on and up, but the screen was dull and darkened. But just over the screen horizon, he could see them.

The owner of the 3DS he lives within, and the kid he grew up along side. Oh did he miss those fun days when you were merely just a small child, the way your Pokemon would have god awful movesets, the way you struggled so hard against the elite four, and then him. What he would give to go back and experience it all over again, but he's already long forgotten.

Dust has already pulled up on his hair, stiff and forgotten. His normally white shirt now a full grey colour due to how much dust he has collected over these years, there's even dust piling up onto his lashes. It's times like these that he wonders that if he'll even be remembered for the years to come, not that he'll be around to know.

He looks up, humming to the theme of your custom 3DS wallpaper. He remembers how happy you were when you got it, the way your eyes lit up and your childish smile rose, it was such a long time ago....

If he stretches just that tiny bit further, he can see what you are doing, but just faintly. You're playing on the new console, the switch if he remembers correctly? Maybe you're playing the new Pokemon games like sword and shield, or the new one that just came out, or maybe you're playing a different game as a whole! He wouldn't know, he can't look that far.

He looks to his side, the other discarded and forgotten games. The demos of the games you used to play all sitting there, untouched, covered with a thick layer of dust.... Forgotten just as he was.

It's times like these he wishes he wasn't just a video game character made for your enjoy, to challenge your abilities, but a human. A human with a fully fleshed life, one not predicted out for him, choices he could make on his own, and maybe if he reached out just that little bit further maybe he could-

He retracted his hand, bringing up to his face. He didn't notice the waterfall of tears pouring out of his face unnaturally, he was never a pretty crier, but he expression of solitude and monochrome never faded. He doesn't have the energy to be expressionate anymore, he hasn't in years.

His throat was sore and coarse, just sandpaper rubbing against each other, he stopped speaking to himself years ago because of it. Now only the littlest of words would cause him great pain.

He looks behind himself, the old icons you so very much disregarded, well all but the Eshop. But as he can see with his very own eyes, it was dying.

He knew that once that had died, he'll follow suit. He knows he should be upset, he should be screaming and banging on that screen to let him out, to let him be a real person again. But he already did that the first time around, it didn't change his outcome.

He counts.

3

2

.....1

It's gone, the shop he watched you search and search for fun free games is now gone, forever. He looks back to the screen, hoping just this one last time that you'd even slightly turn your way to the screen and be sad that it's now permanently gone.

But you showed nothing.

For the first time, in such a long while, he showed pure emotion on his face. His face contorted, eyebrows fluxed and mouth slightly agape, he was in complete and utter sorrow.

"Please! I don't want to do this anymore please!"

His throat hurt, it scratched like all hell, it felt like it was bleeding, but he didn't care.

The sound of beeping tore a gasp from his ruined throat, he looks over in shock, the battery is finally dying after all this time. No, no, no, not now! He couldn't let this happen! He can't just die like this!

"PLEASE! IM SORRY! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I DON'T WANT TO GO!"

The beeping got loud, his breathes were laboured as he struggled to breathe.

"𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀!-"

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The bed shifted and squeaked when your body moved slightly, trying to wake you up from a pleasant dream much to your dismay. Screwing your eyes shut, you tried to fall asleep once again but the heat of your many blankets and your body downright refusing left you hopeless. Groaning as you step out of bed and your feet collide softly with the hard wooden floor below, they're cold to the touch and with every step you take it made another creak from strain, this cabin is quite the old one after all.

The cabin always gets colder in the mists of winter, peaking out of the frosted windows to see the snow piling generously across the ground and pavements, even the windows themselves were frosted to the very tips which required you to wipe away the icey fog with your warm and bare hands.

Deciding to not destroy your immune system, you put on more warm and comfortable clothing and make your way to the kitchen, getting ready to prepare a nice meal or maybe a coffee, tea or hot chocolate of some kind, you'll decide once you get there.

Once you did make it to the old kitchen you make haste in making your food and drinks, not wanting to stay out in the cold open cabin but much more wanting to go back into those warm and soft plush blankets of yours, but something catches your ears by surprise. It was the sound of what would usually be your garbage can outside but it was being clearly tampered with, mentally debating whether or not you were willing to risk what warmth you had at the moment to dispell whatever was going through your waste, you decided to bite the bullet.

Outside was absolutely freezing, truly one of the coldest parts of winter which made you start rethinking your act of bravery, but you were happy you did.

You were met with an odd sight, a man just around your age when digging through your trash with an unmet want and desire. His green hair frosted and covered in small patches of icey snow, his face red from the cold and his eyelashes showing off the same amount of frost as his hair. He was clear not wearing even a close amount of appropriate clothes for this kind of weather and you could tell he was suffering because of it, the way he shivered and breathed heavily told you all you need to know.

"Hey!" You called out to the strange man of green hair, his head peaked up quickly at the sound of your voice. "Are you alright?" You call after him once again, he only stared at you with owlish eyes, his body unmoving as he watched you carefully, awaiting your next move.

You take a small step forward, the snow biting at your as it crunched and compact against your weight. The man takes a quick move back, completely skittish and afraid. "Its okay, I won't hurt you." You say, your voice lowering to a soft and gentle whisper only the pair of you can hear, this seems to soothe him as he slowly came closer.

He was much taller than you but you could tell he walked with an obvious limp, you quickly noticed the huge wound on his right leg which causes you to softly gasp. "You're hurt..." You mumble to yourself softly, staring at the wound in shock, the man could only reply with a tight squeeze to your shoulders and and soft whimper of pain.

Grasping his waist and arms, you took him straight to your cabin with haste, immediately softly putting him down against your soft couch and lighting the fireplace near him, aiming to give him warmth. "I'm going to look at your wound, alright?" You tell him, using the same soft and kind voice as before, he nods while being hesitate at the help.

The wound wasn't too deep into his calf but it was enough to give him significant pain and trouble, with the medkit you fetched earlier you started to prepare to clean and bandage the wound. "This will sting a bit..." You say, your eyes flickering up to see his reaction only to be met with a pitiful gaze that just begged for you to help him.

First you put pressure on his leg to hopefully stop any further bleeding and you begin to clean the area to hopefully get rid of any dirt and debris he had definitely picked up in the wound, you're very surprised it's not infected. The man of green makes a loud yelp and whimper, gripping at the couch in pain, you try to soothe is pain by cooing him softly whilst drawing circles on his palms, this proves to be very effective.

After you sterilised the area, you wrap the bandages around the wound tightly enough that it wouldn't hurt or constrict him but hug his calf snuggly. You look up at him with a soft smile as you open your mouth, "You did so well, I'm so proud of you." He gives you a look that thanks you repeatedly for your kindness towards him, it makes your heart feel warm that you're helping another person.

You get up, not too quickly as to not startle the man even more whilst you grab one of your heavy duty blankets and wrapping it around him, making sure he can warm up and heal. The click of your kettle is heard as your turn it one to boil the water, "I'll make something for you to eat, alright? You can spend a few nights here until you're healed up." The man lets out a noise of acknowledgement to your sentence, staring aimlessly at the flickering lights of the crackling fire.

With some peas, carrots and some chicken flavouring and ramen blocks you had created a hefty bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was the quickest and easiest thing to make that you also enjoyed just in case he didn't find it all too pleasant.

You place the bowl in front of him on the old wooden table along with a metal spoon, "Here you go, be careful as it's a bit hot." You say, watching him shaking to pick up the fork, almost as if he's never used one before but he seems to fair quite fine using one. But with one try he was instantly hooked.

Immediately stuffing his face full of the soup at a speed that made you worry he'll choke on it, he must've been starving! His leg bounced up and down in happiness as well as he made noises of how delicious the soup was, he just couldn't get enough of it! Eventually it ran out though and he gave the bowl a look of disappointment, like his day had been completely ruined and you must admit, it was really cute.

"You really liked the soup, huh?" You giggled softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you with wide eyes before gasping and trying hard to cover his head, his face burning bright as you noticed what he was trying to hide despite his attempts to conseal it.

What you saw was definitely two Pokemon ears, resembling ones you'd usually find on a Zoroark or Zorua. His irises were blown wide and while they weren't completely slited, they were definitely much sharper. His teeth also gained a sharper appearance, gaining what seemed to be carnivorous canine teeth.

Trying to shrink himself, he scurried off to the farthest part of the couch away from you, snapping his jaw at you in fright and growling at the fear of what you might do to him now that you know his divine secret, he got a reaction he wasn't expecting though.

Immediately shifting into protection mode, you cooing and shush him, saying that you won't hurt him and that he was safe with you. He looks up at you with tears pricking his eyes that threaten to fall from his attractive face as you open your arms wide for him to fall into. He takes a moment of silence, debating whether or not that this would be a trap of such but deciding to take the chance and fall into your warm grasp.

"See? You're safe now." From the angle you were in you could see a burst of a tail, similar to the ones you would find on a Zorua of such. Your shirt started to feel wet with tears as you rock the shaking hybrid in your arms, humming and cooing him to a tranquil state which he'd soon fall asleep in.

While you must admit that this is a huge change of pace, you were admittedly happy that you came across such a beautiful creature. While the life out here on the cabin woods in the secluded part of this forest was really nice and peaceful you would have to admit that it was painfully lonely, you yearned for even a visitor every once in a while and it seems your wish was answered elegantly.

You were snapped from your thoughts at the feeling of the Zoroark hybird's weight weighing you down until your back was against the couch, his snores meeting your ears. You giggled softly to yourself, you suppose there no harm in having a bit of a nap so why don't you indulge?

You soon felt yourself start to drift off as well, your body completely calm and content at where it is indeed at right now, snuggled up close to a beautiful creature such as the one sleeping soundlessly on top of you. You smile as your mind slowly goes blank and you shift off into the dream world whilst cuddling your new and permant visitor.

What if Hilbert is from another dimension and that Kyurem is from a different dimension than the one Hilbert has.

Let me explain.

We were told with Cheren that same came to pasio on a boat while others, (including him) were sent here in a strange golden ring. Through the story we find out that this is the work of the Pokemon Hoopa and as we know, Hoopa's rings can open up portals to different times in the world or dimensions are a whole, even being able to pull out legendaries with it.

So what I'm theorising is that this Hilbert is from another dimension where of course everything went normally, but he caught Kyurem instead of Ghetsis keeping it (like how he is in Pokemon Masters.)

Because in the game normally, Ghetsis vanishes and leaves Kyurem behind for them to return to the giant chasm for us to catch, but in Pokemon Masters he somehow has Kyurem? Maybe it's even the opposite and Ghetsis is from another dimension! That would explain why he appeared in a huge bright flash.

WHAT!?

THERES TWO? WAIT WHAT KIND OF MYSTERIES DID THIS UNLEASH????

HES HERE

NOOOOOOO

This is utter horse manure, I've been backstabbed, tricked, bamboozled, and everything horrible.

Also look at this man's drip

OH LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN ONCE AGAIN YES

I WIN YES

EASY, anyways look at the other stuff I copped.

Imma keep going this shit is FUN

WHY IS HE SO CUTE??? NAH THIS AIN'T FAIR FR

Pt. 2

God damn

Pretty

Anyways look at this

N Harmonia Headcanons

This man has never eaten Mint Chocolate ice cream before but he thinks it's an abomination to society.

This man does not like sweet foods, can not stand them. He doesn't understand how somebody can eat a whole slice of cake or eat a chocolate bar, it makes him gag going near chocolate as he HATES the stuff. He does love pie though so I guess you can give him that.

N is definitely more of the savoury and spicy type, his favourite chip snack is Red Rock Dellie's Salt And Vinegar. Favourite dinner to eat are these spicy noodles, absolutely loves them.

If you find the ice cube tray missing or ice cubes missing that's probably him because he loves to chew on ice cubes, no clue why.

Whenever he's expecting a guest he cleans like a madman, clean, dust, vacuum, take out trash, light candles, he even prepares food! He always complains if we don't vacuum because he's rather die than be seen as "unclean."

He has intensive mood swings, he can go from crying one minute to being happy the next. Whenever he's done having an emotional break down (Fun Fact: Before The Winter Began was actually based on true events, all the things described about him in that fic was stuff he actually did. This include the crying about how he doesn't understand, this happened when he met our friend Winter for the first time) he gets incredibly silent and his voice gets very soft, mostly because his throat is coarse.

His notes are in cursive, and I mean very cursive. It's just his natural (ha) handwriting, heres an example;

Full doctor's note handwriting, he can read it perfectly though.

He falls asleep on the floor more often than he sleeps on a fucking bed, he slept on the floor for roughly 5 months at some point. No clue why he does this he just does.

He was addicted to Red Mountain Dew at some point in his life, he's tried takis and hot Cheetos and choked even though he loves spicy food because he hated it so much.

This man has climbed random as trees and sliced his hand on some barbed wire fence because he didn't see a women approaching him and she scared the ever loving shit out of him.

He can't even go into the kitchen when somebody is cooking red meat because he literally gags and plugs his nose, this man fucking hates red meat and prefers to eat vegetarian foods.

N loves custard and cheese cake, this man had gotten his hands on some strawberry cheesecake and it was gone faster than he could ever speak. He loves that shit fr.

Man maybe if my memory wasn't so shit I'd remember more... Oh well