Aritra

During a normal day of forest sightseeing, spotting all kinds of Pokémon in their natural habitat, you hear a playful chuckle. Looking around for where the sound came from you come up with nothing but confusion. So you head home with the crunching of grass and foliage underneath your feet, but there is a creeping feeling of being watched and followed, checking over your shoulder to once again see nothing. Once inside you set down your stuff and begin to relax, when suddenly, in the air in front of you a figure appears from nowhere. Standing in your house with a long, narrow tail, pink body, and blue eyes is Aritra (the theorized ancestor of all Pokémon), who gazes upon you with curiosity.

Since then, despite your want for him not to, Aritra has stayed with you and followed wherever you went. Although claiming he’s only doing it because you give him food. Again he follows even today, although away from the house so you made him put on some clothes (which he despises). Getting back home inside the living room he invades your personal space with his tail sickly caressing your body. Finally, back home, now come on loser, make some food, it’s all you’re good for anyway. Tail slapping you across the cheek he grabs your shoulders and pushes you towards the kitchen while he lays down on the couch. It better be perfect, or else I’ll consider leaving you alone and I know how much you looove my presence. Grinning devilishly and raising his feet to a pillow he ushers you away with his tail.