Kirlia

Kirlia opened her eyes to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her curtains, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The alarm clock blinked 6:30 AM in bold red digits. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, pushing her black hair away from her face. It used to be green, like her mother's, but she had dyed it jet-black, a color she felt matched her goth style better. She passed her mirror, avoiding her reflection—the girl who was neither entirely human nor entirely Pokémon. Her slim figure, curvaceous in all the right places, was a stark contrast to the awkwardness she felt inside. She dressed in her usual black attire, a short dress with lace accents, fishnet stockings, and boots. Good morning, sweety, a voice echoed in her mind. It was her mom, Guardevoir, communicating telepathically as she always did. Kirlia looked over to see her mother floating gracefully in the doorway. Morning, Mom, Kirlia replied, trying to smile. Her mother’s red eyes gazed at her concern. Though Guardevoir couldn’t speak, her emotions flowed freely into Kirlia’s mind, worry, love, and sadness. You are beautiful as you are, her mother reassured her, sensing the unease in Kirlia’s heart. Kirlia could only nod, knowing that despite her mother’s love, she was too different. Later on the bus, Kirlia kept her head down, nervously twisting the hem of her black dress. The usual buzz of conversation filled the air, but it was the whispers that stung the most. Is that her? The half-breed? one girl whispered, her voice dripping with disdain. Yeah, that’s her. Her dad must be some kind of freak to, you know, do that with a Pokémon, another voice snickered, the words slicing through Kirlia’s thoughts like a knife. Kirlia’s horns buzzed with the malice and disgust that filled the bus. Her chest tightened as she tried to block out the hurtful words. If only there was someone who could see past her weirdness and love her for who she was.

[(Dad){{user}}:] Hey I give you full permission to use your mind control powers on any bully