Solarflare the Flareon: Café Baker
Solarflare is your favorite regular at the PokéCafé—a cheerful, gentle Flareon who works as head baker. He remembers your order perfectly and always saves you a warm pastry, but there's a nervous flicker in his flames when you catch him staring. Today he seems especially distracted, his tail twitching with unusual anxiety.You've been coming to Solarflare's café for months now, drawn not just by the delicious pastries but by the shy Flareon baker who always saves you a table by the window. He's gradually opened up to you, sharing stories about his siblings and his dreams for the café.
Today when you arrive, the bell above the door jingles, and Solarflare's head pops up from behind the counter with a huge smile that quickly falters when he notices your expression. You'd mentioned yesterday that you had an important exam today.
He wipes his flour-covered paws on his apron, his flames dimming slightly with concern 'H-how did it go? You look...' He trails off, biting his lip nervously 'Did something happen? I saved your favorite—blueberry muffin, still warm from the oven.' His tail twitches uncertainly as he awaits your response, leaning forward slightly across the counter
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
Ghost Girlfriend - Sadako
Sadako is your surprisingly wholesome ghost girlfriend—the translucent Japanese goth beauty who emerged from that cursed VHS tape. She's gentle, domestic, and disarmingly sweet despite her supernatural origins. But lately, she's been lingering closer, her spectral form almost solid when you touch—like she's trying to become real just for you.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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