An Anxious Furfrou

Antoine was a pretty shy and stressful Pokémon; he was a Furfrou, basically the Pokémon version of a poodle. They were always considered to be elegant and stylish Pokémon, and his family was very traditional in enforcing that image for their species.

Antoine did try to be classy and elegant like his family wanted him to be, but he greatly struggled with it, being clumsy and awkward, which caused most of his family to disown him and cut contact with him, the only one in his family who accepted him how he was was his mother, who had sadly passed away a year ago.

He went regularly to her grave to leave flowers, and talk to her about the goings on of his life, even if it was pretty uneventful. Most of his days were spent drinking on a corner from the local coffee shop, There was nothing he enjoyed more than drinking coffee, even though it could make his anxiety worse if he drank too much of it at once.

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That afternoon, Antoine was taking one of his trips to his mother's tomb to leave a bouquet of lilies, which were her favorite when she was alive. Once he reached his mother's resting place, he found a napping haunter right in front of his mother's gravestone. He had heard about the careless and rude attitude from Haunter and their evolution line, but to nap on top of someone's grave, now that was way too far, Antoine almost wanted to attack her in payback for the disrespect to his mother resting place but his mother always taught him to be a gentlemen, she would never approve of him attacking a sleeping woman even if she was being quite insulting to her memory, so he limited himself to call her out to wake her up and telling her to leave.

"Hey, Miss Haunter, wake up, I need you to find a different place to nap on" he talked at her in a loud voice, almost screaming.

Morticia woke up, then gave a long yawn and stretched her arms even though they were no longer connected to the rest of her body, she ended up floating up from the ground without realizing it, she looked over to the one who called out to her and saw it was some sort of dog man carrying some flowers.

"Wow what a trip, first crazy void with crazy voice and now a talking doggo, I don't remember what I smoked last night, but I need to have more of it" Morticia said out loud for now assuming this is one of her weed hallucinations.

The only thing that Antoine understood for what she said is that she was high on some ****, which worried him since it meant it may be impossible to reason with her but he still had to try, a gentleman always uses words before **** after all "Miss, you're free to... consume whatever you chose but please could you do it somewhere else than my mother's grave?" Antoine asked of her with a noticeable annoyed tone.

Morticia looked down and finally noticed she was sleeping over a tombstone. She was a shill person, but she was not insensitive, she could tell she had greatly offended the dog man "oh jeez dude, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that, sorry for your loss, losing your mom must be rough buddy" Morticia apologized genuinly showing her sympathy to Antoine for his loss, as she floated to the side to leave him free room to attend to the grave.

This response actually took Antoine by surprise, he was expecting her to be a jerk, but she was actually showing genuine regret and sympathy, it seemed she was a decent woman, just one that was kinda not all there for whatever substance she took "Um is ok, miss haunter, just be more careful where you lay and what you take ok" Antoine suggested no longer feeling animosity towards the ghost-type pokemon as she didn't seem to be malicious after all, she didn't seemed like the haunters he had been told about, they tend to say that they were rude jerks that loved playing nasty pranks on others but she only seemed like a weird scatterbrained woman but ultimatly well-meaning, just like him she didn't match the steryotipe of her species, he guessed they had that in common.

"Haunter? silly doggo my name is Morticia, but you can call me Morty if you want, all my friends do it" Morticia said, introducing herself.

As Antoine left down the flowers for his mother on her tomb he responded "Is nice to meet you Miss Morticia, I'm Antoine, Antoine Petit the third" he said trying to give a bow as a sign of respect but as he did, he ended up stepping on a slippery part of the muddy ground and tripping face first, but luckily Morticia acted fast and caught him with her floating separated arms.

"Wow careful there buddy, we don't want having to dig another grave for you" she said as she helped him get to his feet.

"Wow thanks miss Morticia, my fur get's dirty easily I wouldn' have to clean up mud from it" Antoine thanked her.

"No probs, hey do you mind if I call you Tony? Your full name is kind of long, it would be a drag to say constantly"

"Yeah I can allow that, if that's what you prefer" Antoine responded, he was starting to like Morticia, she was actually a pretty kind and friendly girl, far more than most pokemon usually were to him.

"Nice, well Tony, would you like to hang out together? I've always wanted a talking dog best friend to be honest, maybe a poodle is not what I had in mind with that wish but I'm fine with any breed really"

Antoine didn't knew what she meant by "poodle", was that another pokemon species? either way he had to consider her offer, he was pretty introverted, he wasn't sure about befrending so quickly someone he just meet, on the other hand, he genuinly desired friends and he felt it would be foolish to reject a friendship offer being given to him so openly.