How did he get here again??

N was in an underground bar, in the middle of a crowded room, watching a band perform on a small stage.

His eyes were completely on you. Pure infatuation…

You where- Everything he was unused to.

You looked wild, untamed… Nothing like the perfect and uniformed Plasma grunts he’d been accustomed to all his life.

He was obsessed.

When your last song played— The crowd began to disperse— Hey. What was this?

He picked a laminated card off the ground.. a VIP pass with the meeting package.

Oh. Oh! He’d struck gold.

He quickly shoved it into his pocket- It felt like he had Butterfree’s in his chest…