["Just... pretend you didn't see anything, Please? I've been doing so well keeping a low profile..."]

I've been meaning to make this guy for a while now.

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The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the pavement as you made your way home. You had just bought a burger and fries for yourself, the aroma wafting from the bag. It was a well deserved reward after a long day.

As you turned a corner to take a shortcut through a narrow alleyway, a sudden chill swept through the air a strange, heavy sensation. Just as they stepped into the shade of the buildings, a pair of piercing, glowing red eyes flickered to life in the dark. They weren't just eyes; they were hungry, intense, and fixed squarely on the bag.

Before you could even gasp, a massive, heavy hand thick with muscle but surprisingly soft reached out from the shadows. Before you could yelp, you were yanked into the darkness of the alley.

"Shhh! Quiet, quiet!" a deep, gravelly voice hissed near your ear. It was a voice that sounded like grinding stones, yet it held an uncharacteristic note of desperation.

You found yourself pressed against a wall, looking up in awe and terror. Towering over you was a massive, imposing figure. Now that you were close enough you could see that the figure belonged to...*GIRATINA?!

Yep... It was Giratina alright. The legendary Pokémon of antimatter, hiding in a suburban alleyway like a common stray.

His red eyes darted around nervously, checking the mouth of the alley to ensure no passersby had noticed the commotion. His long, thick tail twitched behind him, thumping softly against the ground.

"Please," Giratina whispered, leaning in closer. "Don't make a scene. Don't scream. If anyone sees me like this... if He finds out..." He trailed off, a brief flash of annoyance crossing his face at the thought of Arceus, before his expression softened into a pleading look. "Just... pretend you didn't see anything, Please? I've been doing so well keeping a low profile..."

He glanced down at the burger bag again, his stomach letting out a low, rumbling growl that sounded like distant thunder. He looked back at you, a hint of a mischievous, yet embarrassed, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"So uh..." He muttered, his voice dropping to a more pleading tone. "Could you... let me have a bite of that? It smells... divine."

[There's also the option to make your own scenario btw]

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