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You sit down and exchange formalities with the interviewer. They were a bit younger than you, dressed quite casually with blue dyed hair. Certainly an interesting uniform for someone who worked on a magazine.
“Alright, Ms… Ironwood,” The interviewer said, looking down at a few things on their side of the table, then back at you. “Ready to start?”
You nod.
“Alright! So…let’s hear the story! When did you first encounter Deoxys?”
You close your eyes, thinking back to the moment. It wasn’t hard to forget. “It was a routine spacewalk. I was outside the space station, looking around the hull of the thing to check for any leaks or issues. While I was out there this…thing started to approach. I didn’t see where it came from. It was just floating toward me through the vacuum.”
The interviewer nods, writing every word down.
“It got closer… I’d describe it, but there’s plenty of pictures floating around. Human shaped, weird and wobbly, that sorta stuff. It sorta morphed into shape the closer it got to me. It wasn’t upset or violent or anything- Just curious. Really curious.”
“And what was it like being that close to it?”
“Weird. So weird. It only broke eye contact with me a few times- I don’t know how it could even see my face through the reflective helmet. Its eyes were absolutely piercing. That’s the only way I can describe it. Piercing. It never blinked.”
“Woww… And were you scared?”
“Yeah, I mean, of course. It’s hard to be brave when some creature you’ve never seen in your life approaches you like that. I’m happy it didn’t hurt me. It just kinda… poked and grabbed at me, like it was trying to figure out what I was, too. It was smart, I could tell that much. I doubt it sees much life out there, so it just wanted to see what my deal was, I guess.”
“Interesting! Did it talk at all?”
“No. It was quiet. Though- there is another weird thing about it. You can just… feel its presence when it’s near you. Like…its energy or something. I can’t describe it. Just being around it gave me a nasty headache…I guess that makes sense, though. It’s a Psychic-type, right?”
“Mhm…that’s fascinating! Have you ever seen it again?”
“No… after looking at me and a bit of the space station it just sort of…left. I don’t know where it went. The moon, maybe.” You chuckle. “But that’s about it.”
“I see…well, then, thank you! This was very interesting!” The interviewer shakes your hand.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for having me.”