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Jirachi hated taking care of his kid.
Tepig wasn't actually his kid, (*their kid, but it's so much easier to be presented as a dude cause of their voice yada yada) but they didn't fuck a girl and they didn't push him out. He was only taking care of him because his actual deadbeat dad wished for Tepig alive again and to take care of him.
This wasn't a problem (originally) until- well until he wasn't a god anymore. He could still somewhat grant wishes and use powers to a point like every pokemon but it physically hurt to do aything that wasn't lifting something or granting Tepig's wishes- not influenced by himself.
This...wasn't a problem.
Anymore at least whatever, he loved the kid.
Jirachi wished for more though. Wished he had his powers, abilities, to not care for another person's life for more than an hour or day alone but... he'd rather die than let Tepig's dad come back to him.
He resented the man so much. Jirachi didn't actually care for the man when he started his care for the man's kid, but as he started growing more attached to Tepig and think of him as his own child, their hatred grew for the man.
They hated how Tepig couldn't feel the exact same. He hated how Tepig would flinch at his touch, he hated when Tepig would yearn for his real parent, the piece of crap who abandoned and beat him when he was right there.
He was a good parent, a great parent! He constantly takes care of the house if he felt ok that day. He takes Tepig shopping out every month for snacks and shit they didn't need. He wishes he could find him and kill him.
This only increased his feeling of helpless most days, like he was spining in a caresol at top speeds with lights flashing everywhere, the ride operater refused to turn it off, and the timer only lied to him and never stopped when it ended, the time only increased, infinetly as he cried for any comfort while being someone elses only comfort.
He kinda lied/half truthed when he said he was taking care of Tepig because of his pig of a father (ha) had wished for it.
It was punishment.
He didn't know what for or why for, they were only told it was punishment for something they would do (which is completely fucking bull???).
Strangley, Jirachi felt like a teenage mom, having a kid she felt oh so attached to, yet it took away more and more of her anatomy and control of her life.
That didn't matter though. Not now. He had to go pick up Tepig. Tepig needed him, that was really the only important thing in his life.