You shouldn't be here. // Fanfic // By Tomathy(me)

The begenning

A/n Hi!!☺️ Before we get started I want to tell you that this is a platonic fanfiction between me and my friend✨💕

Story Characters:
Sirus- He/They/Xem tho i used whatever neopronoun i thought was cool

Tomathy- He/they/him/whatever i type in the moment

Both characters have brown hair

if your transphobic go fuck yourself☺️👍
last thing: im so sorry for any typos/mistakes i dont proof-read and sometimes struggle to type out a word im thinking:(. if you find any mistake ignore them for i will be too lazy to fix them

3rd person PoV
Tomathy and Sirus enter the dimly lit yet impressivly big room. At the center there's a wooden round table, nothing else to be seen in site. One of those crappy school chairs lay there. Sirus looks to Tomathy. Tomathy looks to Sirus
     "musical chair bitch" Sirus says sprinting towards the chair.
     "WAIT WH-" Tomathy automatically yells back taken aback by Sirus' sudden outburst
     Not losing a single second Tomathy reaches into his pocket. The old and tainted trench coat he's wearing blows to the side as he dramatically moves his hand away from him in a harsh manner. Inside of his hand is a fire elemental pokemon card. He chucks the card at Sirus, fire immedietly spawning in front of gem. The card disintergrates into ash.
     Sirus stops abruptly, losing zeir balance in the process and almost falling into the fire. Thankfully sey didn't.
     With a cocky smirk Tomathy runs towards the table. He's confident he will make it seeing how there is only a few feet left to go. Maybe too confident.
     Tomathy falls, tripping over what seems to be a rock.
     "Good job, Geodude!" Sirus yells to the boulder pokemon. The fire around them seems to have been smouldered by a water element card.
     Sirus draws out three pokemon cards. Torracat, Squirtel, and Mawile. "GO TORRA, SQUIRTEL, AND MAW!"
     Immedietly a duel begins between Tomathy and Sirus. "That chair is mine." Sirus says will malicious intent. Tomathy grins and pulls out pokemon of his own; Meloetta, Vaporeon, and Charmeleon. "I've been walking through tall grass aaaaall night Sirus. My pokemon are high in experience. Give it up, Auto-Lose for me will you?" Tomathy brags.
     Sirus scoffs annoyed at what he thought he could call a friend.

timeskip- after battle

     Tomathy won. Two of his pokemon have fainted. The only pokemon he had left standing was Vaporeon. The duel ends. Sirus growls.
     "Told you. Auto-Lose is the best."
     "Can't believe I lost to a DNF shipper," Sirus says rolling deir eyes as they said it. Tomathy stares back. The expression he showed proved that Sirus' provaction worked.
     "What?" Tomathy says," What type of propaganda bullshit is this."
     "Propaganda??"
     "Nevermind."
     Tomathy puts away his cards and walks a few feet. He sits on the chair and relaxes. He made sure to tilt the chair backwards so Sirus can see it.
"What a tryhard," Sirus thinks to himself and walks away.
     Feet on the table, hands on his lap, and chair tilted slightly back. Tomathy was genuinly proud he got the chair. He had to ask himself why he wanted it. Why did he want it so bad?

He closes his eyes...

 

"It's been fun, we've had our laughs.."

"but this is it."

"This is your checkmate."

546 word count tysm for reading💕💕💕🐝😭