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One day in the Kalos Region, a 18 year old Poke'mon Trainer named (Y/n) is training with his beloved Pokemon, when he is plucked from his world...
Finally, the Vytal Dance is here and I am making sure my suit is perfect.
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Sylveon: *affectionate* Sylveon.
(Y/n): Yeah, I don't think it's too much. Alright, let's go have fun.
Sylveon walks with me towards the dorms building door, I make sure my tie is fixed and grab a rose from a bush nearby. I start walking towards the ballroom until I hear some familiar voices.
Blake: Look Sun, for the last time I'm not dating you, or dancing with you. So just drop it and leave me alone.
I approach and see Blake and Sun arguing again, I decide to wait and see how Blake wants to handle this.
Sun: Come on, you can't go through life alone like this, plus I'm way more fun than anybody else.
Blake: You're about as fun as a Grimm's butt crack. Now if you don't mind, I've got a date with someone else planned. *starts walking away*
Sun: *grabs Blake's arm* You're not going anywhere.
Blake: Let go of me!
Sun doesn't release his grip, Blake ends up trying to kick him but her high heels are making it difficult.
(Y/n): Sylveon, use your feelers, please?
Sylveon uses her ribbon like feelers to wrap Sun and lift off the ground and pry him off Blake.
(Y/n): Hey, are you alright? *offers hand up*
Blake: I am now. *accepts helping hand*
I get Blake to her feet and check her arm.
(Y/n): Just a little bruising. Let's get going.
Blake: Sure, but what about him?
(Y/n): Hmm, Sun if you try anything against Blake, and I mean anything, well you're gonna look pretty funny walking around with your head on fire. You see where I'm going with this?
Sun: *frustrated* Fine. I'm done.
(Y/n): Just know that Blake has an army at her back, keep that in mind.
Sylveon dropped Sun head first on the ground, and we led Blake to the ballroom.
(Y/n): Sorry about that.
Blake: I just hope he gets the message this time.
(Y/n): Oh, I almost forgot.
I present the flower to Blake.
Blake: Aw, you romantic~.
(Y/n): Yeah, well, I feel like I owe you for being my friend in this sea of unknown things.
Blake: *takes my hand in hers* You don't have to thank me for anything. To be honest, I've felt much happier with you around.
(Y/n): *places rose in hair right behind her bow* Perfect.
