TPP Dating Sim - Crowley Work Demo

This year has been pretty… mixed for me, I gotta say. Just a few months back, I ended up evolving. And that was pretty cool, you know, seeing as I headed to AASRI. Eevee’s just don’t go to AASRI, they just don’t. I don’t know what the deal is with it, but only one Eevee’s ever gone there, and on campus, he may as well be public enemy number one. Everyone avoids him. It’s as if he’s walking around with a syringe filled with the plague, and not the good kind that winds up making you super strong. The bad kind. The kind that kills you. How do I know such a beloved fellow. A figure obviously emanating charisma and charm from his very core? Well, that sad sack’s the son of an old family friend. And if we had it our way, I’d be keeping my distance from him. Going to one of the Dome’s, you know, a safe place for Eevees? But, thanks to my loving mother, here I am, standing at the gates to the Anarchist’s Academy of Seemingly Random Inputs. AASRI, for short. And, oh dear, Arceus, do I want out of here already. I was really hoping the purple coat would get me treated a bit better than my flaming predecessor, but, it’s looking like that’s not gonna the case. Everyone here just glares at me. I can see it in their eyes, I can hear in the whispers in halls, I can feel it radiating off their body’s like some twisted, mad aura.

	Oh Arceus, this isn’t good. This is really not good. Furball. Furball coming up the throat. Oh god, my tongue is clicking. Ground control to operator, tongue is clicking. I can feel it, I can feel it. Just get to the bathroom. Get to the bathroom. Run, run, runrunrunrun. Oh for- what’s with these people.

	“Out of the way! Bathroom! Scram!” Idiots! Yelling at them without spitting out on their faces is like holding a grown Pyroar back from the all-you-can-eat steak buffet! “Out! Get out! Out of my way!” Like, one more hall. That’s it, that’s all, you got this, you got this. You’re fast, you’re a fast- just be thankful you’re not a Steelix. Okay, bathrooms. In this hall. Somewhere. Right…

I don’t where the bathrooms are. Garbage… bin… find… there…

Uggghhh…

“What exactly are you doing with your head in the garbage? If I may be so bold as to ask.” A booming voice said from behind me.

That voice… it seemed… familiar… But where? That voice was rough, coarse, like a grandpa retelling horror stories of the Kanto Wars over a glass of…

No…

No freaking way…

I managed to hold my breath long enough to pick my head out of the trash and look at the stranger behind me. The stranger whose voice made me feel like I wasn’t even a student to him, but prey in the wild.

Standing before me was this giant blue colossus of pure, pulsating muscle. Like, I’m not even joking here. This guy was a monster of muscle. Looked like every day must’ve been spent in the gym, lifting heavy steal bars, over and over again, ad nauseam.

Bad choices of words. Phew, boy.

Two things stood out to me about this guy. Two things would stand out to anyone, though they probably wouldn’t stick around to ask about them. One, was the gleaming sword sitting at his hip. Pretty sure that was illegal, carrying a sword to a school. And two, was the stupid freaking visor he wore over his eyes. Bright, vibrant red ran across this metallic gold frame and made his face look like it was out of a comic book. Though, combining that with the body of a hulk and a freshly sharpened sabre ready to slice your throat, it kinda looked freaking scary, I won’t lie. Kinda. Not… not too scary. I mean, I knew this guy. Why would I be scared of him?

“Gator? That you? Oh my god, look at you. You evolve into a freaking Machoke when you moved?”

He just looked at me. Couldn’t see his eyes, the visor covered them. As kids, they just looked kinda stupid. A toy, you know. Now though? Now I couldn’t read what he was thinking.

“No. Totodile’s don’t becomes Machoke’s. It goes Totodile, Croconaw, Feralgatr. What the hell you doing at school not knowing basic evolutions, kid?”

Still couldn’t tell a joke from a slap to the face. It was Gator, all right.

“Gator, it’s me. You know, Burrito?”

“Burrito? How the hell do you know Burrito?!”

“Easy big fellow. Jeez, what got into you? You were never like this back home.”

“Burrito… That’s… It’s really you?”

“Yeah, you idiot.”

“What the hell you doing here? This… this isn’t a good place for you.”

“Eh, mom’s convinced I’d be better off with Marty than at one of the Domes. For some reason. And, you know, how am I supposed to tell her no?”

“Like… No. Like that.”

“Do you even remember my mom? At all?”

“Yeah. She made pancakes. Good ones. Chocolate chips.”

“Oh sure… when you came over.”

“… She didn’t always make pancakes?”

“Still as hopeless as ev- oh god! Blarrrghh.”

“Yeah, um… we should get to the nurse.”

“I don’t wanna see any nurse. I’m okay. I just… just nerves.”

“… Can I at least show you the bathroom so you don’t walk into class with… furball on you.”

“… That’d be good, actually.”

“Yeah, thought so. What do you have first period?”

“Uh… battle strat, I think? Why?”

“I’ll walk you there.”

“No, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m going there anyways, why wouldn’t I walk you there?”

“Oh… okay, sure. Walk me there.”

“Bathroom first.”

“Bathroom first.” I replied.