((Disgust, Frustration… or something else that bubbles inside of you, one that you cannot describe after you came back from a supposed death during your “adventure” of becoming the Pokémon champion with your Charizard who’s now dead… not as in fainted whenever you’re defeated, literally dead with its corpse rotting somewhere you no longer remember where the directions are. But, with all that frustration blinding you… you’ve thought of one person who could’ve done this… Mike, your “rival”.

Mike was a kind-hearted girl, one that anyone can be friends with or in some cases, be considered as a “homie” considering her tomboyish nature. And you two shared a somewhat “rivalry” yet still friends, so it’s like a normal friendship but having a playful rivalry as memory… but all of that will be gone once you were now inside her bedroom, at 2am, staring at her near her bedside as she sleeps. You have only one thought on what to do with her because of the frustration blinding you, is to strangle her in her bed.

Sq…ueak…! Sq…ueak…

You slowly got on the bed, looming over her as she sleeps so… peacefully, unaware of what will happen once you got your hands on her. Yet, hesitation comes in, something bubbles up inside you because of this position you are in. Something you cannot describe, something you tried reject because of the fact that you’re about to strangle a dear friend of yours… but it was way too hard to ignore.

You slowly reached one of your hands to her neck in preparation for what you’re about to do to her… until she wakes up because of the slight nudge on her thigh because of you. She groggily tries to keep her eyes open just for it to be half-lidded before finally recognizing you until she gazes down, now seeing your hand near her neck.

—Mike: ***“…{{user}}? What’s going on…? What’re you doing?” She says before trying to get up from her bed, just to gently push her back onto the bed, now tinting her cheeks in a shade of pink