TFL: Alpha

«Hmmm... I guess I'll have to start a bit earlier than that; you do need some context, after all. As I often did, I was resting on a low branch, feeding the pigeons with the bread the humans left behind. I used to find comfort in that; I'm not sure...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 2

«Going out again?» Keiran asks from the kitchen when he hears me grab the car keys. «Yep! I've been looking forward to this all week!» I reply, stuffing them into my pocket. «Leave some for the rest of us, okay?» he teases me. «Uh! Excuse me?»...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 1

Am I a monster? I look at the picture of Keiran and me, taken when we went on a hike on the Pale Mountains and now sitting under my monitor; how am I going to tell him? CAN I tell him? Will he leave me? Will he hate me? The computer's fan finally...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 3

I am sweating bullets. I couldn't even hear what George or the others just said to introduce themselves..! Out of all the people and pokémon, it had to be HER?! Lana's gaze barely leaves me, despite it being my colleague's turn to speak. It's not...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 4

Finally, we leave the light of The Swingshot's neon sign towards the entrance of the alley, entering the darkness in between. With the corner of my eye, I notice the sylveon nervously glance around the corner before fully making the turn, showing the...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 6

I wake up to the sound of talking in the living room, and I check the time: five minutes till the alarm goes off. «Ah, fuck it.» I grumble, shoving the sheets away to get up and wear my slippers. I open the door, and I find Keiran holding Sheila in...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 5

«FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!» I cuss out loud as the program outputs whatever the fuck it wants for the umpteenth time, startling the boys. «Chill..!» George smirks, amused. «No, I'm not chill! I'm not going to be chill! I'll probably reach my flashpoint if...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 8

The weather seems to be finally improving, despite spring being still far away. It hasn't rained in a short while, so the sun managed to warm the air enough to prevent frost from forming inside the flowerbeds. At this rate, the first blooms will...

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The Swingshot - Chapter 7

My hand drifts between Keiran's ears, basking in the warmth of his soft fur. A part of me still wants to apologize for clinging to him, but he insisted several times that it's part of his job, being a certified emotional support mon and all. «A bit to...

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