Hex Maniac

“You did a great job then”

Pakku smiled, his previous unease completely vanishing. It seemed he didnt even mind the way she was enunciating her words.

“I enjoy meeting people who take great care of their partners…Oh I’m Pakku by the way” As he spoke Pakku had begun absentmindedly tapping on one of his pokeballs, clearly contemplating an action he was about to take.

“Hmm well since you showed my an adorable Gen- erm Will I guess just to be fair I’ll show you my best bud~ Just dont freak out…Kay?”

With that said Pakku stood up and pulled a pokeball from his belt,enlarging it as he did so. He then tossed it hard, and high, into the air. What came next would have been a surprise to most as his massive Gyarados came spilling out with a rather deep roar.

“This is my pal! Ebby! The best Dragon!” Pakku didnt hesitate to press himself against the massive pokemon. A pokemon that was know far and wide for its vicious temperament, yet here Pakku was hugging this monster. To top it off Ebby seemed to thoroughly enjoy the affection, even going as far as swaying happily while the happiest little chuffing sound could be heard vibrating from its throat.

“Wanna pet em?” Pakku asked, looking back in Hex’s direction. Not once had he considered that his little action like this could scare someone off. Pakku had always been a bit to outgoing and socially awkward for his own good. After all who just pulls out one of the most terrifying water types and casually clings to it, right?

To say that Hex was excited to meet someone else’s Pokemon under non-battling circumstances would have been a vast understatement. There was something touching about showing off your Pokemon to each other, talking about them, bragging, sharing treats and affection. She had seen it happen enough from a distance to know that it was an almost sacred sort of experience. It was peeling open your skin and showing someone your heart, what you cared about most in the world. That was what it was like to be shown someone’s partner Pokemon outside of battle.

There was very little that scared her due to her interests, so she had happily nodded and had expected nothing frightening at all. However, Hex hadn’t expected a Gyarados to be released into the park.

The Pokemon was massive, and loud, taking up all the remaining space in the small secluded area and towering over everyone. Even Will was a little surprised, stepping back and floating behind his trainer as he pointed, silently asking Hex if she was actually seeing this.

One of the most aggressive Pokemon there was, a terror on the open seas... And they were nuzzling their trainer like a large cat.

Hex blinked, shaking her long hair out to clear her mind from what felt like an impossible sight. Of course Gyarados would like their trainer, why wouldn’t they? Smiling slightly in that particular way people have when approaching a strange and potentially dangerous animal, Hex walked forward with her hand outstretched.

“Ebby... That’s a cute name... Are you a boy or a girl, Ebby?” She asked softly. “Though I guess technically I could still call you handsome either way...”

@hex-obsessed continued from ( here ).

The sound of the last bit of liquid in the can getting sucked through her straw was obnoxious and she made direct eye contact the entire time. It was less a weird show of dominance than just Hecuba not realizing it was that strange to do.

She made a little humming after each point that Hex made. It seemed like they were on the same page for the most part. There wasn’t a single other time she could recall anyone understanding.

“So you do know your stuff, then. You pass. All of the above were valid answers. Personally, though, I have to give it to Mothman as the cryptid of my dreams. Moths, with their spastic tapping feet and their insatiable thirst for light? That shit’s cute. And I like to pretend he’s their cult leader.”

Can anything be considered intimidating when almost everything intimidates you to begin with? Hex had done her absolute best to remember that she needed to keep eye contact when talking in order to seem polite, which left her not quite realizing how off putting the other girl was being. She did, however, pick up on the constant soda slurping, which left her feeling a bit twitchy but otherwise fine. The sound rattled around in her head, crawled along her spine and beneath her skin.

Seeing as she had passed the test she allowed herself to smile, tucking her hands against her chest as if trying to hold in the warm feeling. “That would be so cute... Mothman in the woods, dressed in dark robes, standing at an altar made of bones, fallen tree branches and mossy stones... A single lantern sits, surrounded by fluttering moths... His followers... Gathered to hear his speech...” She pressed her thin fingers to her slightly flushed cheeks, giggling softly.

          Fuck…he fucked up didn’t he? …Arceus this is what his parents meant when they said he was a horrible person

                                                 JC you idiot

      Dammit just….just keep it together…just…try to unfuck this up, shitlord

“uh…sorry…doubt any a dat is helpful huh…?”

“just…keep an eye out i guess…? ya might end up findin friends in unlikely places"

             It…probably wasn’t gonna help….not that what he does normally helps anything…but it was an attempt.

She sniffs, clearly trying not to actually start crying like a baby, as she gathers herself to nod in response. It isn’t his fault that his advice isn’t helpful, she’s the one who’s the problem here after all. She’s the weirdo who can only get along with other weirdoes, and who’s having a hard time finding them.

“Well- Yeah! You bet we can!” He nodded, looks like her excitement was a bit contagious. “We should probably tell each other our names first, huh? What’s yours?”

The usually dull colour of her eyes seemed to light up, soft blue beneath her unruly bangs and a wide smile stretched across her face. Her people! Her people had found her! Even if it hadn’t have been for what he had asked, that aura about him was more than enough for Hex to know what she was perfectly safe being her weird little self.

“Uh..Yeah, I guess so.” None of those were a special interest to him as it was to this person, but hey, they seemed to be cool enough! He didn’t want to seem like he was declining to be her friend.

“honestly wouldn’t be friends with tha guy now if he didn’t come by ta apologize for stuff he said in an argument we were in”

                   Literally travelling halfway across the world to do so

“unsurprisingly, i don’t have many friends…an’ those i do have…i’ve met in… interestin’ circumstances ta say tha least”

          Getting steamrolled in a battle and having a meltdown, getting in an argument and threatening to beat the shit out of them.

                Not the most…normal way to meet your future friends

“Oh.”

So none of that at all would be helpful for her. She immediately looks crestfallen and like she might just cry.

“Spooky things? Well, I’ve met some spooky people in my life, so yeah! Guess I like spooky things.”

“Maybe talk to people I guess? Try to find someone with similar interests. That’s what I’ve seen work at least, either that or you could get friends by circumstance.”