F R I E N D .

          !!!

          Pokes back back?

          Paps the nearest person’s face for literally no reason.

...

   EAR piercing sounds go on for what feels to be hours ( loud )—- the effects of a megaphone couldn’t compare ( so loud ). Hands shift to cup his ears by instinct, and worn heels are drawn backward, creating distance between the trainer and Pokémon. Following suit do the electric rodent’s long ears fall to the side of his head; a low ( pained ) chirp flowing past his lips. 

❝ Hey! It’s okay, you’re okay. ❞ He attempts to reason with the creature, ❝ M’Not gonna hurt you… I promise. ❞

Not...hurt? The alien was less than convinced, they’ve heard of bad humans who take advantage of others like them, and to a greater degree, their power. How were they to tell if this person..stranger, was lying or not. 

While the dna pokemons english was...less than proper, to put it simply, the years reduced simply to a core and hologram around humans ( but Tory mostly ) helped them learn bits and pieces to the humans language. They could vocalize it, but being a psycic type, could instead send their words to the boy directly, through telepathy.

“ No Capture, Stranger Leave Deoxys Alone. “

He senses it—- the feeling as if they were being watched, and it sends a chill running down his spine. Although it’s not so much fear that consumes him as his own anxious ( partially curious ) search for the source; hours seeming to pass before finally settling on who is … —-or what is a Pokêmon. Familiar in appearance, but different—- not the one he knows ( he can’t describe it, he can only say just that ), and gut instinct drives him forward. 

❝ Why are you hiding? ❞

The alien did not move forward, rather crouching defensibly, pointed tendrils splayed in front of it as if for protection. Neither did they speak (in english) telepathically or not, instead making a sound not unlike a “screaming” machine. It sounded aggressive, but rather than to spring an attack on the trainer, they aimed to intimidate them into leaving them alone.

“ Hello...? Whos there? “

As the red clothed came into the alien pokemons sight, they slipped silently into their attack from its hiding spot. It’s not that they WANTED to fight the other ( even with their brave nature ) but more as a...precautionary measure. They weren’t against battles, but battles ( for pokemon like them ) usually ended up in capture, something they would want to avoid for the sake of their friend, another ( Purple Cored ) deoxys. 

...Speed form would probably be better in this situation actually, but bravery led the alien to a...different mindset, fight against flight ( much to the displeasure of  their more careful friend ). Still, they hoped the human (or their pokemon ) wouldn’t see them, and stood motionlessly in their place of hiding, eyes locked at trainer.

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