Random Pokefic by: PopcornSnek101

Tch. Every Pokemon that's not a Genger acts as though they own the world and everything revolved around them. Nasty little rats. I try 'nd avoid most Pokemon, 'cos I got better things to do. The world overlooks us Gengar, but we're special. Oh, my name is Phantom. I stick out like a shiny Charizard, because I'm sort of a pinkish-purple color. My left 'ear' is a fade from dark purple to the light pink-purple color. Oh, and I'm a girl. Often misgendered.

"Phantom. what'cha doing?"

I normally toss anyone that disturbs my art into the void, but this voice was my girlfriend, Idaho. She's something, as she's a Notacloo. Not even a Pokemon. We met when I accidentally pulled her from her planet, planet Idano. I was world-hopping, as you might say. "Oh, hey Idaho." I said, closing the notepad. "What brings you to my sad existence?" ''Was that too self depreciating? Should I be more humorous? Did she think that was even funny?'' I thought right after I said that.

Idaho sort of gave me a weird look. "Are you still seeing your therapist or no?"

''Oh shi- crap. I knew that lie would bite me in the tail.'' "Y-yeah. They told me to work on my humor."

Idaho sat next to me, pulling the sketch pad out of my hands. "Oh, alright. What's their name?"

''Oh f*ck. She catches me in my lie right here, right now.'' "Doctor... uh.." I glanced around, quickly. "Doctor.... P-Pole!" as soon as I blurted it, I wanted to kick myself. What kind of Gengar are you if you can't LIE ''easily? Isn't that your kind's JAM?''

"Oh! I think Avery sees therapist, too! I wonder if he can ask his therapist about your sessions..."

That actually worked? I can't believe it! I just nodded. "Y-yeah, maybe."

"Wow, this drawing of me looks beautiful! How did you get my ears right?" Idaho marveled at the drawing. She has three pairs of ears, by the way. One curled up on the top, one small pair in the middle, and one long pair that runs down her back, like a rabbit's droopy ears.

"I've practiced my art a bit." I said shyly. "You're the best model, actually."

"Aw you little.." she punched my arm. "You goober."

End of chapter one.

After that talk (and me lying to Idaho) I felt kinda weird. Like someone threw me into a frying pan, scrambled me like I was an egg, and slapped me back together. Except this person didn't really do a good job at putting me back together. So now I'm just falling apart, a Gengar made out of eggs. Well, ok, maybe I feel weird because I lied about going to therapy. That's probably it. I lied for a good reason though! If I didn't lie, Idaho would treat me like I actually was an egg!

Ugh.. I hate worrying. It makes me feel even weirder.