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The eevee's jumpy breath somehow helped her focus, she didn't know how to describe it, but it somehow allowed her to control her thoughts better and remain a little calm. A low hiss and light entering broke her concentration though. The eevee kept quiet, hoping it was just a janitor, maybe they wouldn't notice her, maybe they would call her out and get her in trouble, but she also somehow felt like she wanted to be noticed by someone.

"Lillian?" The eevee heard a familiar voice call out, dashing away her wishes "Liiiiilliiiiaaaan, Are you there?"

The normal-type quietly shuffled closer to the wall, hoping this specific one would go away, but her wish wasn't granted and the bed's ladder clattered. Shortly Later, a brown head with a darker muzzle popped up.

"Theeere you are!"

"Leave me alone." She replied with a harsh tone, looking away.

"Are you ok?"

"Go away."

The ladder clattered once again and the head moved up onto the bed, revealing it to belong to a rockruff. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Like if you care."

"Heeeey..." The rock-type recoiled slightly, with a whispering tone, "I didn't like what Jack did, he was mean. Ms. Wilson yelled at him, beat him up and then put him in a week of detention! He's a jerk so I'm happy!"

The rockruff looked at the eevee with a smile, expecting her to lighten up, but it faded after realizing she wasn't. "Come ooon, didn't you hear?"

She began to shuffle away from him.

"Heyy..." he whined. She looked away, maybe he would get the messa-. "Hey what if we play a game?"

"Go away." The eevee's tone turned harsher, but the rockruff approached once again, even faster than before. She bared her teeth in irritation.

"C'mon! We could play dodgeball and-!"

"Just... Get off!" She forcefully pushed him away and off his feet. She didn't mean to hurt him, but she accidentally pushed with her foot too hard and almost kicked him in the face. She knew he noticed it as well, or at least inferred so from his surprised expression, and that it meant she almost lost control. Guilty, she shuffled away to the edge of the bed.

"Hey..." He continued again, "w-what do you wanna play then?"

"Just leave me alone..." the eevee shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, now maybe if she's close to it he would finally get she wants him away, or she could just wait there until he gets bored, or she could just jump off and go away. But he approached again, making her suspect that it was intentional, instead of youth-related naïvete.

"You're still mad at Jack?" He asked. "You don't learn that much in a week, you know."

The eevee's eyes began to wet after the mention of that specific cacnea and what he made her go through at the gym. She couldn't fanthom how someone could dare to do something like that, especially in front of a teacher. She's been saddened for her whole stay on the base and everyone took it as an insult, and the way that cacnea cursed her family and her existance for it, as well as how nobody but Ms. Wilson called him out before she ran out of the class had shown her just how caring and humane the others were. It was the first time since her arrival to the base that she almost broke down crying.

"I could show you what I know so you can fight him and beat him for being a jerk!"

"It's not that." She replied. The rockruff recoiled with an expression of grossed confusion.

"What?" He looked away, baffled, "you girls are weird!"

The eevee, however, took offense. "Yeah? I am weird?! Then what about you all?!" She spat at the rockruff, standing up and glaring at him with bared teeth, with each word making her anger feel like it physically rose to her head and approaching him with hostility. "Anyone normal would know by now that I don't want to be here! But you're all a buncha... stupid, selfish freaks that are happy that you changed your families for a lifetime of gameboy! But I'm not and you hate me because of it! I might be weird but I prefer being weird than being dumb jerks like you all!" She finished shouting at him. Her face was a few centimeters from the shocked rockruff's, who was forced to lean away. She backs off, looking away before guilt struck.

"I-I just didn't know." The rock-type regained his stance, replying with a small apologetic tone.

"Yeah? Well you should have known." The eevee spat again, but her voice grew coarser, "Everyone here's alone but I'm the only one that cares."

"It's just that I didn't have parents. I'm an orphan" The rockruff replied in a low tone, causing the normal-type's ears to perk up and sit quietly. "Mom and dad were in the PRT in another base where I lived... hmm..." he scratched the back of his head, "well... the extinctionists attacked us one day, so they had to go fight them and they... well I was told red lights hit them. All that happened when I was tiny, like a baby, so I don't remember them."

The eevee sat silently, feeling pressure in her chest. The rockruff approached again.

"You miss yours, right?" He asked, but she didn't reply. She dwelled on her thoughts while her shock turned into even more guilt for lashing out at him. "I don't remember doing any with mine but, like, Mr. Johnson said they were pretty cool, that they were team leaders and kept calling my egg 'role'-... 'raul'... 'roll', he said they liked to call me their 'roll', I didn't ever get it, I'm not tasty."

The mention of rolls, however, prompted her to reminisce about her own parents: there was a dessert store near her house that sold them, and she remembered how one time she saw it was selling giant cinamon rolls. her mom promised one for her birthday if she improved her grades, and she did. The eevee began to shiver, about to break down crying.

"Heeey... don't cry." The rockruff lightly patted her on the back, "hey if everyone's mean to you then I'll be your friend, then we're gonna beat Jack! I can help you and show you how I fight too."

"You keep bringing that up," she sniffed, the rockruff's unflappability helped her calm down slightly, "it's like you're being dense or something."

"You said I was smart yesterday." He replied with an unamused tone. "I got high score in classes."

Realization struck her and she looked to the alarm clock on the wall next to her bed. It was 3:17 PM, battle class started in thirteen minutes and she had run away from her last class. She jumped off the bed with a sigh, landing on the floor, "I have class now."

"You're gonna go now?"

"Yeah. I missed one already, I don't wanna miss another one." She heade to a nearby desk, searching for a small pouch with class tools.

"Ok." The rockruff replied with a tone of conscesion, just before she found the bag and turned around to the door, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Roger," the eevee called back, smiling at the rock-type, "thanks for not leaving me."

The rockruff's expression became confused again, she didn't concern herself with it, however, and continued on her way out, opening the room's door.

"You told me to go away why don't you make up your mind?" The rockruff called out before she ran outside and the door slid close.

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Description
The eevee's jumpy breath somehow helped her focus, she didn't know how to describe it, but it somehow allowed her to control her thoughts better and remain a little calm. A low hiss and light entering broke her concentration though. The eevee kept quiet, hoping it was just a janitor, maybe they wouldn't notice her, maybe they would call her out and get her in trouble, but she also somehow felt like she wanted to be noticed by someone.

"Lillian?" The eevee heard a familiar voice call out, dashing away her wishes "Liiiiilliiiiaaaan, Are you there?"

The normal-type quietly shuffled closer to the wall, hoping this specific one would go away, but her wish wasn't granted and the bed's ladder clattered. Shortly Later, a brown head with a darker muzzle popped up.

"Theeere you are!"

"Leave me alone." She replied with a harsh tone, looking away.

"Are you ok?"

"Go away."

The ladder clattered once again and the head moved up onto the bed, revealing it to belong to a rockruff. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Like if you care."

"Heeeey..." The rock-type recoiled slightly, with a whispering tone, "I didn't like what Jack did, he was mean. Ms. Wilson yelled at him, beat him up and then put him in a week of detention! He's a jerk so I'm happy!"

The rockruff looked at the eevee with a smile, expecting her to lighten up, but it faded after realizing she wasn't. "Come ooon, didn't you hear?"

She began to shuffle away from him.

"Heyy..." he whined. She looked away, maybe he would get the messa-. "Hey what if we play a game?"

"Go away." The eevee's tone turned harsher, but the rockruff approached once again, even faster than before. She bared her teeth in irritation.

"C'mon! We could play dodgeball and-!"

"Just... Get off!" She forcefully pushed him away and off his feet. She didn't mean to hurt him, but she accidentally pushed with her foot too hard and almost kicked him in the face. She knew he noticed it as well, or at least inferred so from his surprised expression, and that it meant she almost lost control. Guilty, she shuffled away to the edge of the bed.

"Hey..." He continued again, "w-what do you wanna play then?"

"Just leave me alone..." the eevee shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, now maybe if she's close to it he would finally get she wants him away, or she could just wait there until he gets bored, or she could just jump off and go away. But he approached again, making her suspect that it was intentional, instead of youth-related naïvete.

"You're still mad at Jack?" He asked. "You don't learn that much in a week, you know."

The eevee's eyes began to wet after the mention of that specific cacnea and what he made her go through at the gym. She couldn't fanthom how someone could dare to do something like that, especially in front of a teacher. She's been saddened for her whole stay on the base and everyone took it as an insult, and the way that cacnea cursed her family and her existance for it, as well as how nobody but Ms. Wilson called him out before she ran out of the class had shown her just how caring and humane the others were. It was the first time since her arrival to the base that she almost broke down crying.

"I could show you what I know so you can fight him and beat him for being a jerk!"

"It's not that." She replied. The rockruff recoiled with an expression of grossed confusion.

"What?" He looked away, baffled, "you girls are weird!"

The eevee, however, took offense. "Yeah? I am weird?! Then what about you all?!" She spat at the rockruff, standing up and glaring at him with bared teeth, with each word making her anger feel like it physically rose to her head and approaching him with hostility. "Anyone normal would know by now that I don't want to be here! But you're all a buncha... stupid, selfish freaks that are happy that you changed your families for a lifetime of gameboy! But I'm not and you hate me because of it! I might be weird but I prefer being weird than being dumb jerks like you all!" She finished shouting at him. Her face was a few centimeters from the shocked rockruff's, who was forced to lean away. She backs off, looking away before guilt struck.

"I-I just didn't know." The rock-type regained his stance, replying with a small apologetic tone.

"Yeah? Well you should have known." The eevee spat again, but her voice grew coarser, "Everyone here's alone but I'm the only one that cares."

"It's just that I didn't have parents. I'm an orphan" The rockruff replied in a low tone, causing the normal-type's ears to perk up and sit quietly. "Mom and dad were in the PRT in another base where I lived... hmm..." he scratched the back of his head, "well... the extinctionists attacked us one day, so they had to go fight them and they... well I was told red lights hit them. All that happened when I was tiny, like a baby, so I don't remember them."

The eevee sat silently, feeling pressure in her chest. The rockruff approached again.

"You miss yours, right?" He asked, but she didn't reply. She dwelled on her thoughts while her shock turned into even more guilt for lashing out at him. "I don't remember doing any with mine but, like, Mr. Johnson said they were pretty cool, that they were team leaders and kept calling my egg 'role'-... 'raul'... 'roll', he said they liked to call me their 'roll', I didn't ever get it, I'm not tasty."

The mention of rolls, however, prompted her to reminisce about her own parents: there was a dessert store near her house that sold them, and she remembered how one time she saw it was selling giant cinamon rolls. her mom promised one for her birthday if she improved her grades, and she did. The eevee began to shiver, about to break down crying.

"Heeey... don't cry." The rockruff lightly patted her on the back, "hey if everyone's mean to you then I'll be your friend, then we're gonna beat Jack! I can help you and show you how I fight too."

"You keep bringing that up," she sniffed, the rockruff's unflappability helped her calm down slightly, "it's like you're being dense or something."

"You said I was smart yesterday." He replied with an unamused tone. "I got high score in classes."

Realization struck her and she looked to the alarm clock on the wall next to her bed. It was 3:17 PM, battle class started in thirteen minutes and she had run away from her last class. She jumped off the bed with a sigh, landing on the floor, "I have class now."

"You're gonna go now?"

"Yeah. I missed one already, I don't wanna miss another one." She heade to a nearby desk, searching for a small pouch with class tools.

"Ok." The rockruff replied with a tone of conscesion, just before she found the bag and turned around to the door, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Roger," the eevee called back, smiling at the rock-type, "thanks for not leaving me."

The rockruff's expression became confused again, she didn't concern herself with it, however, and continued on her way out, opening the room's door.

"You told me to go away why don't you make up your mind?" The rockruff called out before she ran outside and the door slid close.

Made with Inkscape
Pic and story were drawn and written for
Pokémon, including eevee and rockruff, belong to Nintendo.