Today's skies were clouded in grey and the cold temperatures reflected the time of year everyone was in. It was chilly enough where most may be cold just from simply idling for too long, but nothing such as semi-padded clothing can't fix this issue. Of course, for a heavy weight like Arnoch, he hardly needed clothing to say content in the winter season with how large he is regularly at. He was wandering around a forest named Nasurah, a place where Soul and his family lived in. The region was not only governed by a light forest landscape, but a mountainous region existed close to it. Naturally, the greenery was looking ready to be covered in snow, but none had come yet this year. Perhaps a side effect of the changing times the world was experiencing.

Going back to our hefty Umbreon companion, he was out in search for a particular friend, wondering just how he is and what he is up to given their time apart. He cares for his friends an awful lot and does whatever he can for them. This friend in question that he is searching hard for is Justin, an ex-human given the powers of a Mew several months ago. Thankfully, Arnoch didn't have to search hard as he spotted the jacket wearing Mew by a cool lakeside. The Mew was sitting close to the edge of the water, contemplating something. With a wide smile on his face, Arnoch began to approach his friend with a light jog that made his body wobble all around, but he was halted upon his friend speaking up. Justin: Hold it, Arnoch. He floats up from his spot and turned to face his friend. The Mew was shiny, but had other aspects such as cream colored fur on his paws and belly. He was a little chubby, but not to the point of being obese like Arnoch is. What are you doing all the way out here? Shouldn't you be over at Soul's place? Arnoch: Well...yeah, but no one's seen you for weeks now! We were kinda worried about ya, bud. Justin: Worried...yeah... He didn't seem like his bright and somewhat optimistic self as Arnoch tilted his head in his direction, something amiss. Arnoch: Uhhh...Bud? Is everything okay? You don't look so...happy. The Mew sighed as he looked at his friend with those sea green eyes of his. Justin: Catch on faster than others. That's for sure. No, I'm not okay at all. Arnoch: Awwww...Well, maybe Amber can bake ya some cinnamon rolls to cheer you up! Justin: I'll pass on that, Arnoch. This brought Arnoch's ears up in alarm as he took a couple of steps to Justin. Arnoch: No? But you LOVE Amber's sweets! I saw you a big blob months ago after you came back from hanging with her! How can y- Justin: I JUST SAID I'LL PASS, DAMN IT!!! He snapped at Arnoch as his aura of power flooded around him with a somewhat strong breeze blowing around them. Arnoch was startled by this. He never saw Justin act like this before as the Bre took a couple of hesitant steps away from him, ears flattened down. Arnoch: J-J-Justin...you're...scaring me... It took a few seconds before Justin realized how he was acting before his aura wore off from him, the wind dying down, and a frown showing up on his face as he tilted his gaze to the ground. Sighing, he would look up at his frightened friend. Justin: Sorry...I'm just not feeling it, Arnoch. He jammed his paws into the pockets of his jacket. A lot has been...on my mind with things. Seeing this as an invitation to alleviate him, Arnoch took a couple cautious steps forward to Justin while he could. Arnoch: L-Like...? Justin: Like how I'm viewed by others. The way others think of me. And no matter how hard I try, I feel like what I'm doing won't matter in the end cause...that's just what I am to everyone else. More curious than earlier, Arnoch lifts his ears up more and came close enough to where the two were about 6 feet apart. Or 2 counting the fact Arnoch's gut is so huge. Seeing as Arnoch is willing to listen, he goes on. Ever since I became a Pokemon and met you guys, I feel like most the people we met only really know me well for being shy and a heavyweight when it comes to eating. When I tried branching myself away from it? From just being a guy that eats a lot? I hardly see anyone caring about it. They don't want the me that is here right now. The me that has emotions and thinks on more than a appetite, but a mind too. I have so much to say...yet my words are always lost in those thick folds everyone keeps staring at. All this time...I just want people to take me for who I am and just...give a care about what I do. Give a care about the guy that has LIVED off of video games and took more lessons than he could ever take from his family. I just want to feel like I'm loved for more than all the fat nonsense I do...is it that hard to ask...? Arnoch could see Justin getting more upset as his eyes appeared to be a little watery, his voice cracking a little too. I'm just tired of being something people know only one thing about...I'm sick and tired of it... On the verge of crying, Arnoch gently extends his arms around Justin and gives him a proper tight hug against his rotund gut. He weeps as he clings the large mass of black fur as Arnoch sat himself down, feeling bad for his friend. All Arnoch ever wanted to do was make Justin happy though being enormously fat, but now he sees just how much more Justin wants to be. He kept his arms locked around his friend. Arnoch: Justin...I'm sorry if I ever pushed you too hard on being too big. I thought you were way happier and you were...but I get it now. Your life doesn't got to be all about being fat and hungry. You can be that and a lot more. I'm here for ya and will make sure you be the man ya want to be. I promise. He would sit with Justin for a long time, letting the Mew let out his tears and sadness against the big Bre belly he was met with. This outlook would change Arnoch's views on things and how he views his friends going forward, making sure to care more about what they want over simply eating. The scene begins to fade away with the two locked together in an emotional hug for mostly Justin...