Pokemon Boiz, Gurlz, And Non-Binary Peoplez x Reader

Alone [Morty x Depressed!Reader]

I don't have anything to say except request by ShiningSilvallly.

STORYTIME!

You sat alone, hugging your knees just outside of the city. You don't want to be a bother to everyone, so there's a spot you go to hide all the time whenever you're feeling sad. You just feel hopeless, like there's nothing here for you, but you're too scared to take your own life. You have no friends, no family, and you're alone. Alone and hopeless. You take a big deep breath, hoping this sadness will go away when you exhale. But it never does. But it never will. You're just depressed. That's the fact. That's the tea, honey.

"You look lonely."

Who was that voice? You oooked up and saw a Gengar hovering right in front of your face. You weren't startled. You weren't scared. You just registered that the purple ghost Pokémon was there and nodded. You smiled weakly at the Pokémon and reached out, stroking its head. You didn't realize that it wasn't Gengar who was talking to you. You noticed that a tall blonde boy with tired eyes and fair skin, a purple scarf wrapped around his neck and a head and stretched across is forehead. You gave him a weak smile too, but it is just an act. You didn't say a word and bowed your head, expecting him and Gengar to leave.

"You okay?"

Why is he still here? You didn't think anybody cared. You just hugged your knees and shook your head. You're not okay. You're never going to be okay. You're depressed. You always will be depressed. The boy didn't leave like you thought he would again. He fixed his scarf and walked next to you, sitting down. Gengar saueezed into your arms so you could hug him like a pillow. You wondered why some random strangers would be so kind to a depressing bag of melancholy garbage like you.

"What's up? Or do you not have a voice. That's cool too if you don't want to talk. I don't want anyone being alone."

Color you pink and call you surprised, he understood. He was being so considerate. You squeezed Gengar, grateful for the ghost Pokemon in a solid form, and let out a deep sigh. Maybe some psychotherapy would do you good? Nobody had bothered themselves to listen to your hopeless case, maybe someone to talk to won't be too bad after all? Yeah, you should probably talk to this blonde stranger. He has that shadow under his eye that screamed that he needed something to take his mind off of whatever happened prior to this moment in his life. Hopefully your tale won't make whatever it was worse.

"Well, for starters my name is (name) and I've had depression my whole life. The second people recognized that I couldn't be happy for too long they started drifting away. My family abandoned me, I have no friends, and I've been all alone. I work at some store in the town but nobody really cares. I try to get away out here so nobody has to see me sad or deal with my problems really. I'm just sad for no reason all the time. I'm sorry for wasting yours."

The guy seemed to understand, nodding slowly. Gengar, in your arms, started hugging you back. He must have known you needed the comfort. How long has it been since you've had a hug? Three, maybe four years? You haven't had any sort of physical affection in far too long. It felt nice to have someone to hold on to, even if they were a complete stranger. Focusing back onto the boy, he took off his scarf and wraoed it around your shoulders for some reason. Did he think you were cold? You didn't seem cold. Maybe when he opened his kit to start talking, he would explain that odd action.

"Here, wear that. It's a scarf my StepGrandmother my StepFather when he was young. My StepDad told me that if you have something to hold onto whenever you are sad, no matter who or what it is, that your sadness becomes bearable. I struggled with Insomnia and OCD so I understand how it feels. You're alone, but you don't have to be."

Subconsciously, you felt yourself grow an emotional attachment to the scarf. His StepGtandmother made it? And it was his StepFather's? Why would you, a complete stranger, feel some sort of connection;to that story? You stare at your feet, loosening your grip around the ghost Pokémon in your arms, wondering what the meaningful of your life and why you existed. That's last thing he said, that you don't have to be alone... what was he implying? What was he trying to say? You looked up when you heard the grass shuffle. The blonde guy stood up and reached a hand out towards you. He smiled a clumsy, tired smile as I felt he was exaughsted and just wanted to go home.

"Come on, let's go to my gym. I think you'll like the calmer setting there. It's much better than sweating out here in the grass."

His gym? Oh wait, was the the gym leader of your city? Morty or something? Now you feel bad. You let down a quick gulp to try and settle your nerves and the unsettling emotions in the pit of your stomach before letting Gengar go. The Pokémon floated into the air, hovering around Morty's feet. Well, at least you think he's Morty. From what you've heard, Morty is a master of ghost types. This guy is probably Morty. You take his hand and let him hoist you upright, standing back on your two feet. Huh, you forgot how weak you are after sitting out here for so long. Who knew. Before anything, you had to confirm your suspicions.

"Hey, are you Morty?"

You take the scarf in yours shoulders and just hold the ends in your hands, half wanting to take it off and give it back fo him but the other half wanting to keep it and try to make yourself feel happier. The blonde boy's eyes seemed to flicker with recongnition. They started to finally come alive. Rather than the concern and pity laced in his irises, there was a flare of curiosity in the midst, dancing around his pupil. He stared at you before finally giving you the answer you were expecting. Well, and a bit more.

"Well, yeah. I'm Morty. But I don't think it matters. What matters is that we get you the help and friends you need. Besides, I'm sure Haunter and Gastly will be super excited to have a new 'playmate'. Follow me."

He grew a devilish smirk when he mentioned that special little p word. Morty returned back to his slothful nature you've seen before and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to go back with him into town. You didn't stray your eyes from him. You've ignored your sadness to fixate on you're curiosity about Morty. What did he mean? Why was he helping you? How disc he switch personalities so fast? You didn't know. All you could do was follow him. There was one thing that you could say for certain though:

You're not alone right now, are you?

1202 Words

I feel helpless and alone a lot so I thought I'd express some feelings in this story. When I saw the request I thought it said Molayne so whoops. Thank you everyone for reading and supporting me. Ilysm!

~Eva