Author's Note : Hello! So nice of you to find and read this story! I want to know what you think of this as it is my first story, sorry if it is a little short. I hope it is to your liking. Have a good thanksgiving. Review it if you liked it. :). If enough people like this, I might be able with more stuff and chapters, I guess. :P.
By the way, a unova accent would be like a New york accent.
"I'll be going out Flareon, be good!" said my master as he left the room, and then I heard the locking of the door. Alone once again. Jonathan Gabe, my master, had forgotten to restock the fridge again. Seriously man, is it that hard to remember to have food instead of reading those big books?! He is apparently a college student, whatever that means. All I care about are these three things : him, my bed, and food. Yeah, call me lazy or a couch potato as it makes no difference to me. That reminds me … I never did give you my name, did I?
Of course I'm a Flareon but that doesn't really matter. If your wondering what one is, it is essentially a red fluffball that you snuggle up to in the winter. A eevee becomes one when they headbutt a dresser, which causes a firestone to fall off and nail them square in the middle of the head (well that's how I became one.) What does matter is my name … it's Carl if your interested. If Jon comes home with croissants, I will devour them.
Well now you now know who I am, good for you, I'm gonna go look around the house. Your probably going to follow along anyways. In all honesty, it is a … a … what did Jon call it again? Appa … apparr … apartment? My head begins to hurt as a voice echos within it. A suave, if snobby male replies if it was talking on the phone "Sure Richard, I'll go to your apartment after work. Do you have any croissants by the way? " I shake my head back and forth as the voice fades out, trying to forget what I just heard. Yeah, an apartment, that's what it's called.
I get up with a bit of a huff, Jon is always saying I need to lay off the human food. Why would I when it is so delicious? Make it taste bad if you don't want me to eat it. He should also eat it faster if he doesn't want me getting in his face/ licking his face, what do you mean I should have better manners? Once again my head begins to pound, what now? A different voice is the one I hear this time,having accent you would expect to find from any guy in unova. " Hey, Vince come over here. I have something to show you. " I shake my head again as the voice fades out, feeling unnerved by its tone. Why is this happening?
Alright, should probably explore the home so that I get my mind off of this. For the upteenth time this month, I jump off the couch and land with a bit of a thud on the carpeted floor. With a chuckle and then a sigh I go on my merry way to the does today have to be a weird day again. "What are you doing anyways?" I shiver a little as yet another echo, this time sounding like a irritated woman, finishes as I step on the cool tiled floor.
I take in the view of what is, in my opinion, the most important room of the home. Whenever Jon decides to cook, I try to help as I know it will be great. He used to suck, but ever since he has been going to this college thing, everything he makes tastes amazing. Maybe I should go to college, Pokemon can go, right? More head pounding as the snobby voice comes back " Well darling, a Ph.D in bioscience has led to what I am working on." The voice fades yet again, why does it sound so familiar?
My thoughts are distracted as my stomach grumbles and I look around for my food and water bowls. They are pushed up against the one of the walls, as they should be. I walk over and eat some of the Pokechow. Although it is quite good, it can never compare to Jon's cooking. I wash it down with some ice cold water. It reminds me of when it was raining yesterday and Jon was soaked to the bone.
Where else do I need to look around? Oh yeah, the library. I walk away from the bowls and head towards the library. It's more like a small room with a lot of books, not real interesting. I don't get the point of reading things, aside from it being to put you to sleep. Jon snuggling up to me whenever he is reading something almost always lead to the both of us being out within minutes.
I suddenly hear the unlocking of the door. Finally, he's back. I run back to the couch and pounce on it, it creaking a bit when I land on it. Jonathan stumbles through the door, carrying a frozen unfezant. "Hey buddy, you want to help cook this?" I vigorously shake my head up and down, even though I can't actually do anything to help, but know that the result will be delicious. Hopefully watching Jon prepare the food will help clear my thoughts.
Author's Note : Hope you enjoyed this story! I think I might add more to the story, eventually. Anyways, have a good day!