I was asked to babysit a kid today. And to my surprise, the "kid" was a pokemon. We got along pretty well. We bonded over being unusual colors for our species, and when he found out I was an artist, he wanted to paint me something



He got paint all over the carpet though, so his parents are probably going to kill me. ...Actually, this whole thing is strange. I never actually saw his parents. When they called me to do this, it sounded like a child was putting on a deep voice. And the parents' bedroom is completely empty. Theres not even a bed! It's like the parents don't even exist. But then who called me? And why?



A slice of life pic featuring CrizBN