Pokémon Oneshots

Metagross

You were taking a tour with your Metagross following you around. You walked with the other guests taking the tour, which surprisingly didn't have any of their Pokémon out following them to. You didn't realize Pokémon were allowed out since they tampered with the machines. Metagross wasn't like them, though. He was more mature.

The tour was of the Pokéball factory. Most factories weren't that cool, but seeing how they create these strange contraptions was very interesting to most. There were little kids on the tour who occasionally tried to touch everything, and when told no, they threw a tantrum.

One child walked up to Metagross, who was in his human form, and stared at him. Since the tour group was stopped to look at something, Metagross stayed perfectly still. The child kept staring.

Now, you learned the hard way that this Metagross hated being stared at. You couldn't blame him. It was weird having someone stare at you without saying anything, when you obviously can tell they're staring.

The child kept staring with big, beady eyes. Metagross still kept still. You watched them, unsure of what was going on. You watching them probably didn't help Metagross' situation of course. You saw him look over at you ever so slightly, his eyes giving you a pleasing look to do something about the kid. You shrugged in response, you didn't know what to do. The parents were occupied.

The child then poked Metagross, causing his arm to twitch slightly. He looked down at the child, but only with his eyes, not his head. He still wasn't really moving. He even held his breath. You laughed quietly before watching the tour guide start walking away. The kid didn't notice and he stayed.

Metagross huffed, annoyed. He suddenly glared at the kid and let out his cry, being loud about it. This startled the child and a few others. The child began to cry and ran to his mom, screaming about what had happened even though everyone had obviously heard it. The tour guide glared at you, pointing to a sign that mentioned the thing about keeping your Pokémon in a ball.

"Sorry, he doesn't like them. There's no space." You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"You calling me fat...?" Metagross mumbled, glaring at you. You rolled your eyes and elbowed him in the side, causing him to stiffen up.

"Make the mean Pokémon go away, mommy!" The child cried in his mother's arms. The mother glared at you and began to complain to the tour guide, who called a security guard over a walkie talkie. A guard came and escorted you out. You looked back to see another guard trying to push Metagross out, who stood still where he stood. The guard escorting you stopped to watch as well.

Metagross stayed perfectly still as the guard used all of his force to push him out, causing Metagross to scoot an inch. Even in human form, he was unusually heavy.

"Y-You're too heavy!" The guard complained, still shoving at him.

"Are you calling me fat too?" Metagross hissed, staying quiet.

"For lord's sake Metagross, you're not fat!" You groaned, the guard nearest to you letting out a low chuckle.

"Come on, let's go. It's not that big of a deal!" You whined. Metagross sighed and proceeded to walk over, but the guard had been still pushing him, which causing him to fall when Metagross casually walked over. The other guard laughed, escorting the two of you out.

Once out of the factory, Metagross stopped walking and looked up at the sky after a raindrop hit his nose. He glared at the sky, causing you to giggle. He looked at you curiously, always interested in your laugh. You smiled at him, noticing that his face became a slight pink.

You had fallen in love with Metagross when you first caught him, because you thought it was cute that he tried to act tough and easily became annoyed, but really he was just a big baby in need of assistance. You laughed quietly at the thought, noticing him blush more and look at the ground. He kicked a rock away.

"What's wrong?" You asked, walking closer to him. He huffed and looked up at you with a pouty face.

"I'm sorry I got us thrown out, (Y/n)..." He mumbled sadly.

"Aww, you poor thing, it's okay!" You smiled and hugged him close, causing his face to become red. You smiled and kissed his cheek. He smiled softly and looked away shyly.

"I promise, it's okay. I didn't want to keep you in a cramped ball. There's no room in these things for you." You held his hand, starting to walk home as it began to rain gently.

"...Are you calling me fat-?" He asked.

"Oh my- Metagross, no, you're not fat."

Metagross complained about thinking you were inferring he was fat all the way home. He soon ended up falling asleep in your lap once you got home, snoring cutely while it rained outside.

Metagross really was the cutest thing.