A frown crossed over Victor’s face as he turned to face the glitch. He hated how it mimicked his human form, even in the imaginary headspace they shared. It was his room they were sitting in. They never really left the house Victor had, that was all they ever needed. The orange haired male sighed. Why he chose to continue to appear as a human was beyond him. Maybe it was because it was a mutual decision for both of them. Missingno was entirely horrific if it didn’t mimic a human form. And Victor felt exposed if he didn’t take one as well. He still mistrusted them.
“Whaddya want.”
The words came out in a grumble, the victory Pokemon averting his eyes. He really hated looking at the glitch. It was unnatural. Caused him trouble. But again, kept him alive. It was as much a part of him as anything else. Sure that was bothersome, but it had been there long enough he would fight to keep it within him. For his own selfish sake, ultimately.
“Ya don’t seem ta be too happy. Ya got summat on yer mind.”
The glitch sat on his bed, carefree in the way it kicked its legs back and forth, slowly bobbing its head from side to side. It did care, in a weird manner. Victor knew that much. Not that it made things any easier. In fact, it made it harder.
“Gee, ya think?”
“Princey, Princey. No need ta get all up n hostile on me. Ya know I need ya top condition. I worry. Ya worry me.”
“...so ya say when yer the root of the ninety nine problems I have at any given moment.”
“I’d go n say yer breakin’ my heart, but I’d be lyin’ ‘bout havin’ one fer th’ most part.”
“Which is half the problem.”
“Oi, oi. I got a bleedin’ heart enough fer ya. It’s why yer still breathin’. That and yer victory shit, but mostly me.”
A sigh. “Are we half done?”
“If ya really wanna cut th’ heart ta heart short, yer free ta go. Jus’ wanted ta touch base. I don’t care ‘bout anythin’ else in this world beyond ya. N ya know it.”
“Else I’d be dead, got it. Ya don’t need to be so creepy about it.”
“Eh, jus’ go back ta yer body if ya really don’t wanna talk.”
The white haired version of himself waved him off, dismissing him. However, he hovered a moment after standing up. Maybe... maybe a vent would be nice. An aggravated sigh passes him as he sits back down.
He just wishes the glitch would have more class and not show off the triumphant grin its flashing at him. Bastard.
Her cheeks burned a bright red as she slowly approached the other. Hesitantly, she reached up gave it a quick peck on the lips (for missingno cuz anon commanded it).
“My, my. What is this? Finally get sick of Prince? Or is it that ya’ve finally come to see we’re one in th’ same and are acceptin’ me? Mm... Whatever it is, I think I like it.”
The glitch tosses the large nugget to the female that approached him, another forming in his hand that he began to toss up and down as he had been doing with the one he tossed to her. Fun ability, manipulating items like this. Too easy. Too simple. Baby steps. Now using it in battle... That was where it needed its creativity.
The Masterball in its hand moved to between its index finger and thumb. It was a simple movement of squeezing the two together and the item shattered into pieces in its hand. How it loved doing that. No one seemed to understand that it was because it was a glitch it could do this; they thought it all its power. Which must be mighty if they look at it that way. Oh well. Not that it cares.
“Free just isn’t fun anymore, now that I have a proper body to wear.”
“What’s this? I didn’t realize there were more of you. I could have had a selection.”
Not that it matters to the glitch. The first Victini data he’d found was Victor’s. As such, he now had the body. Shared it. From the looks of it, Victor was friendly with this other Victini. She just walked into their abode, after all. Materializing a nugget in its hand, the glitch tossed the item idly up and down, staring her down.