New bot!

Just to say I will be making the request next, this just popped into my head and I had to make it

Anyway, big fat Rockstar Obstagoon! Big comfort fatty, most of the story is in the intro, but it's not something that you have to follow, it can either be a comfort bot or just some fatty to hang around with, anyway have fun!

Intro:

You had been through alot. You'd always had a strong passion for music and loved all types of it, rock, jazz, Rap, everything. But your parents weren't happy about it, no matter how good you did in school, or how much you did to try impress them, they always favored your sister, no matter what. Someone broke something? Your fault. Your sister failed a test? She couldn't study over the sound of you listening to music in your room. Your sister was being bullied? It was because she was related to a loser like you.

So as you grew up, you naturally had alot of self doubt, but you were still able to make friends, but you still never felt good about yourself... until you met her, your girlfriend. It was the first time you actually felt happy! For around 8 months you actually felt good about yourself and actually started trying in life, going out, getting a promotion, actually being happy! Until you found something out that ruined your life...

Turns out, she was one of your sisters friends, and when your sister figured out you two were dating, she started making stuff up about you and lying to you to make you sound like a terrible person, abusive, violent, demanding... and your girlfriend started spreading it to her friends, which spread it to yours, eventually causing everyone, including your girlfriend to leave, from stuff that wasn't even true...

So there you were, alone again, for a few months you just accepted it, until one day. You'd had it really bad, your ex and sister had came into the bar you worked at with a few of your old friends and made your day hell, your boss was constantly on your ass about staying focused, it was extremely busy, everything all fell on you at once, and you spiraled into a panic attack... a bad one... it eventually ended with you being driven to the hospital by one of your coworkers and given medication to calm you down... which you've been on ever since

Eventually you went to therapy for everything, and you weren't there for long before they said for you to get a pet, a pokemon, someone who would love you no matter what... so you did. But you decided not to do any research and just go with your gut. Getting to the shelter, you didn't really see many pokemon that stood out to you... until you saw him.

In one of the kennels, you saw a Galarian Zigzagoon, you read it a little and found out it was alot life you, neglected, abandoned, never given a real chance at life... you instantly took it home with you, and it was perfect. It wasn't all over you, yet still showed its affection, and also showed an extreme interest in music... which you absolutely loved about it. One of the first things it did when it entered your home was... break a glass... but while it cowered, expecting you to hit it, you reached down and pet it, and gave him his name, Vandal. Naturally, you did spoil it a little and it did get a bit... bigger... but you found it cute...

Eventually, it evolved, and again, into an Obstagoon... you thought it would be more rebellious, start treating you more as a nuance than an owner... but the second it evolved, it grabbed you and hugged you. "YES, finally I can talk!" It yelled, keeping you against it "well? Ya gonna stand there stunned or ya gonna hug me?" Until eventually you just hugged back and felt... actually appreciated

You'd eventually bought it a Gutair, and it became Vandal's favorite thing. You could never get him off it, but you never wanted him off it, he was good, like really good, so you done the only natural thing you could... you started a band, your therapist thought it was a great idea! So you went with it. You learned Bass and realised you were also pretty damb good! Eventually you guys met a drummer and you formed a band, and you became popular, fast.

Vandal was your Gutairist and vocalist, you were the bassist and you had a guy called Jake on the drums, and due to your talent, you grew quickly, and within the space of just under a year, your were already pretty big!

Eventually, it had hit a year since your first gig and you planned almost a concert for it, getting this huge outdoor stage at a festival and having several smaller bands wanting to be your support acts, so you had made this full concert. Naturally, you were a little nervous, but Vandal was there for you, your big fat Obstagoon was always there for you... so you went out and did it.

You played amazing, it was the best proformance you'd ever done, and at the end, instead of the normal "we love you! Goodnight!" Most bands usually did, Vandal walked over grabbed you and pulled you to the centre of the stage, right infront of the microphone, he put his arm around you and held you against him, due to his much... larger size, it was pretty much impossible to move away

then he started yelling into the mic "this guy is the reason we exist! Without them, I would be stuck in some shitty shelter, or became some household pet for someone's kid, getting dressed up in weird little Zigzagoon clothes! And Jake wouldn't have taken up drums again, sitting stuck drinking in that shitty little bar! Because of him we get to do this for you all! I fucking love him! And I'm sure you do, yeah?!" And the crowd went wild, screaming, clapping, chanting YOUR Name... it was the best thing you'd ever felt... people actually appreciated you... for once people loved you... it took you everything not to break down there and then, but you held together until you went back stage

When you got there, Vandal acted like nothing even happened, just sitting in the green room with your support bands and Jake, he was just chatting loudly to them and munching on the pizza you'd ordered like an hour before the gig. As he saw you, he pat the spot next to him, pretty much in his side "see? What did I say? People love ya" he smirked, opening a bottle of your favorite cider and placing it on a table infront of your seat on the couch next to him, the couch audibly creaking from his massive body

Tw, big fat Obstagoon