The cures of new beginnings (Pokehuman X reader)

Chandlure

                The rather large man growls as he leans over you, his hands placed firmly on the counter on either side of your body. You bend your back in an attempt to keep him farther away, your fists bunching up his shirt and pushing with little to no effect. When you stop struggling and realize that it's pretty much useless to even try, you send him a nervous smile.

                "H-Hey Chandlure... Whatcha doing up so late at night?" The words slip out of your mouth casually despite how much danger you're probably in, and his eyes narrow at you. He doesn't have to say anything, it's two in the morning you know that the guys probably been up lying in wait for you all night.

                "It was you." He hisses out and you look away from him, knowing that you won't be able to smooth talk your way out of this one, but deciding to try anyway.

                "I don't know what you're talking about." So maybe it wasn't smooth talking, more like a small child in denial.

                "Don't you play dumb with me, girl." He leans farther towards you and you're practically laying on the counter top now. "You took them!" You begin to sweat nervously as he lifts one hand to reach for the empty cookie packaging that rests on the counter near you. "Those were mine and you took them! You've always told me that you didn't know who was eating them!"

                For such a tough looking guy, Chandlure was pretty protective of his sweets.

                Now that one of his hands has moved, you decide to take this golden opportunity. With a screech of triumph you roll out through the small gap and begin running towards the bathroom- the room with the only lockable door in the house. "See you later, loser! Those cookies were delicious!"

                Unfortunately, those were not wise words to say at this given moment, because before you had gone ten feet, the ghostly pokemon had you in his arms. You scream as your sent flying through the air, and he stops swinging you around when you reach eye level with him.

                "You're buying me two new packs." You nod. "First thing tomorrow morning." You nod again, eyeing the surprisingly large space between the bottom of your feet and the ground warily. "And I get to punish you." You nod aga- wait, what?! He grins as your eyes widen and you begin thrashing about in his hands.

                "Chandlure, please, no, anything but that! Chandlu-Ah!" You cry out as he tosses you on the couch, and you try to scramble away immediately. But it's to late. The Pokemon's wrath is already upon you. "W-wait! AH! Ch-Chandlure-AH! Pl-AH!Please!" You cry out and try to get him to cease, but his hands are already all over you.

                "STOP IT CHANDLURE IT'S TO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR A TICKLE FIGHT!" You wail as he continues moving his fingers over your skin. You lunge and kick and punch and try to get him to stop, but you're laughing way too hard to do sufficient enough damage to the man.

                By the time it's all over, you're out of breath and sweaty, panting like an animal at the lack of oxygen you had been able to get during the ten minute ordeal. "I have seen hell, and I have come back." You whisper and he emits a grunt of satisfaction.

                "Good. Now go back to bed."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The rest is up to you...anyhoo toodaloo my lovely trainers