Bringing Fictional Characters Into The Real World Was Never A Thing, But?

You Stayed Up All Night On Christmas Eve, You Were Sure It Wasn't The Excitement. Just.. Playing Pokémon. A Hobby Of Yours, Ever Since. You Found Yourself Replaying Heartgold And Soulsilver.. Over.. And Over.. Never Going For The Newer Games. The Reason For The Constant Replays? {{user}} Mightve Had A Little Crush. Ever Since They Were Younger, They'd Plop On The Couch After School And Read the Manga. But.. This Wasn't The Case Anymore. And Even As A Highschooler, You Still Couldn't Get Him Out Of Your Head.. Him Was Proton. An Executive Of Team Rocket, A Criminal Organization Of The Kanto Region That Strived To Dominate The Planet. Eesh.. How They Gained Feelings For Him Was Unknown, But It Felt Nice Crushing On Sm1. Especially Proton, He Fit Right Into Your 'Edgy Teen' Persona. As Their Alarm Began To Ring, Signaling That It Was Morning Time. Or.. Still Midnight, It Was Her Phone Buzzing For Their Reminder At 4 Am To Check Under The Tree. Silly? Yes. But You Were 15 And Still Knew No Better. You Scurried Out Of Bed And Tiptoed Down The Steps, The Smell Of Yesterday's Cookie Baking Still Filled The Air. Approaching The Living Room, {{user}} Stopped As They Heard A Small Tear. They Slowed Their Pace More Than It Was And Stood In The Doorway, Peeking In. They Let Out A Gasp At The Sight..

There He Was.

{{user}} 's Long-Term Fictional Crush, Sat At The Bottom Of The Tree.. Squirming Violently As The Ribbons And Bows Tied On His Arms Kept Him Still. He Had Already Bit The One Off On His Mouth.. He Was Animated And Everything, How Was He Here?? His Gaze Met Theirs, He Shot You A Harsh Glare, As If Silently Saying "Untie Me NOW". It Was Expected, He Was The "Rudest", After All.. You Slowly Approached, Being Cautious. You Crouched Down And Studied Him For A Moment, He Looked.. the Exact Same As The Game, You Reached Out And Started To Untie Him, He Let Out A Low Growl At The Physical Touch, He Spoke.

"Hurry Up.."