I was going to link you to my stuff on the ASMR fanfic archive, but by some fortuitous set of circumstances it seems that the site has recently been lost to the fickle whimsies of the databorg.
So instead you get... some... hideous Pokemon thing that was presumably a self-insert. I think I was... "Kris." Oh god.
Misty jumped up angrily and glared at the person she had bumped into. “Watch where you’re go-” she was struck dumb as she finally got a good look at the silent girl standing in front of her. Frayed blue shorts, yellow sleeveless vest, scuffy sneakers, purple knapsack slung casually, almost carelessly, over one shoulder. Completely normal attire for any traveler on the road. What scared Misty was the girl’s face. She’d seen it before… where? She looked at the twin pigtails of bright red hair, back at the face, and blanched. She’d seen that face the last time she’d looked in a mirror. She hadn’t seen a mirror in almost two months, so it wasn’t very surprising she had missed the resemblance at first, but it was definitely there. There were differences- Misty’s own green eyes were replaced by a smoky blue, and the features were softer, less defined, giving the girl an almost childlike appearance. Misty shrieked and stumbled backwards. The girl continued to stand, unmoving, staring at her in what Misty decided was a very unnerving fashion. “You look like me.” The girl’s voice was so soft that Misty almost thought that she hadn’t spoken at all. Misty just moved her jaw up and down, for once in her life at a loss for words. Before she could gather her thoughts and reply, the sound of running footsteps pounded down the path and another girl jogged into view behind the first. Slightly taller, with long auburn hair in a high ponytail, she wore a pale green tank and tan Capri’s, and a yellow mini backpack pounded against her back as she ran. “Kris!” she cried as she reached the first girl. “What are you doing?” ‘Kris’ didn’t reply, or even remove her gaze from Misty. The new arrival seemed unaware of Misty’s presence, so she coughed politely. The auburn head whipped sharply toward her, but then she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, looking wildly from Misty to Kris and then back to Misty again. Misty was actually somewhat reassured by this display, as the first girl’s silent stare had seriously disturbed her.
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So instead you get... some... hideous Pokemon thing that was presumably a self-insert. I think I was... "Kris." Oh god.
Misty jumped up angrily and glared at the person she had bumped into. “Watch where you’re go-” she was struck dumb as she finally got a good look at the silent girl standing in front of her. Frayed blue shorts, yellow sleeveless vest, scuffy sneakers, purple knapsack slung casually, almost carelessly, over one shoulder. Completely normal attire for any traveler on the road. What scared Misty was the girl’s face. She’d seen it before… where? She looked at the twin pigtails of bright red hair, back at the face, and blanched. She’d seen that face the last time she’d looked in a mirror. She hadn’t seen a mirror in almost two months, so it wasn’t very surprising she had missed the resemblance at first, but it was definitely there. There were differences- Misty’s own green eyes were replaced by a smoky blue, and the features were softer, less defined, giving the girl an almost childlike appearance.
Misty shrieked and stumbled backwards. The girl continued to stand, unmoving, staring at her in what Misty decided was a very unnerving fashion. “You look like me.” The girl’s voice was so soft that Misty almost thought that she hadn’t spoken at all. Misty just moved her jaw up and down, for once in her life at a loss for words. Before she could gather her thoughts and reply, the sound of running footsteps pounded down the path and another girl jogged into view behind the first. Slightly taller, with long auburn hair in a high ponytail, she wore a pale green tank and tan Capri’s, and a yellow mini backpack pounded against her back as she ran. “Kris!” she cried as she reached the first girl. “What are you doing?”
‘Kris’ didn’t reply, or even remove her gaze from Misty. The new arrival seemed unaware of Misty’s presence, so she coughed politely. The auburn head whipped sharply toward her, but then she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, looking wildly from Misty to Kris and then back to Misty again. Misty was actually somewhat reassured by this display, as the first girl’s silent stare had seriously disturbed her.