Fairytale practically danced under the light of the stars alone beneath the dark new moon, darting playfully through the grass. They twirled, seemingly without a care in the world or a thought to what was around them. And yet, their keen gaze was examining their surroundings even as they spun.

If they wanted to catch a pokemon, well, might as well draw some attention to do so. They could hear Padma’s laugh. The Bulbasaur they’d acquired at the lab was rather cheerful, in a kinder and gentler way than Fairytale’s own brand of cheer. Their cheer was a knife in the dark, but Padma didn’t seem to mind overly much.

She had never minded either. She had always accepted who they were, good and bad.

Melancholy thoughts brought their spiraling to a stop, but they still sought out a pokemon. They were in the tall grass, and they were fairly certain there had to be pokemon here. That was how this game went, after all.

Though they’d taken significant damage, it seemed their gamble had paid off, since they had dealt plenty of damage too. They grinned, sharp and vicious with no one but the stars to see it. Even the moon was hiding away on this night. But this Cottonee wasn’t hiding, though it might wish it had, if their luck stayed sound.

“Once again, Padma, Poison Powder it! You’re doing great,” They reassured the Bulbasaur as the damage they had taken registered to her and she darted a concerned glance their way. Truly, Padma was such a sweetheart. They didn’t deserve her.

That didn’t mean they didn’t gratefully accept Padma, though. They would take whatever good things they could get, really. They weren’t one to turn down good fortune.