THIS IS A STORY THAT WILL BE UPDATED MORE FREQUENTLY THAN THE UPCOMING CROSSOVER STORY, WHICH UNTIL RELEASE WILL BE CALLED PROJECT: OUTHOUSE. UNTIL THEN, ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER OF Charlotte's New Life!
Chapter 1: Fateful Encounters
"Miss Charlotte," a kid started, approaching Charlotte. Charlotte looked up from her notebook and smiled.
"Yes Aaron?" Charlotte asked, closing her notebook.
"Can you play with us outside? We have some tennis balls that Mister Mark got us yesterday," Aaron asked, Charlotte smiling.
"Okay, let me put my stuff away, and I'll be right out," Charlotte said, Aaron running outside before her. Charlotte Autumn was a 21 year old woman standing at a small 1.57 meters. She had long auburn hair that she kept in a ponytail. She was working as an after school youth developer, or as she called it on bad days, after school babysitting. In her free time, she played video games and writes, that's when she's not working on college work. Overall, she was a great role model, and she uses it to imprint on children in a good way.
"Kathrine, you're in here alone now. Do you want to have someone sent inside?" Charlotte asked Kathrine, who shook her hair.
"That's alright. I'll be fine in here," Kathrine responded, drawing in a sketchpad.
"Okay. Let someone know if you need them to pop inside," Charlotte said, putting her messenger bag behind the desk in the classroom. They were allowed to have a classroom for after school purposes. She stepped outside, feeling a slight breeze. She walked over to the children, seeing Mark tossing a tennis ball up and catching it in his hand.
"Ready to go?" Mark asked, tossing her the ball. "They wanted you to have the first throw."
Charlotte walked pretty far back, and threw the ball, hitting the side wall of the building, and the game started. They had played this game often, and the rules were simple: get the ball, you must throw it from the point you got the ball, and then it repeats. Of course, you could always drop it and try to rush to the wall before the ball is picked up and hits the wall. The kids did this when they knew they couldn't throw the ball far enough to hit the wall. After a while, she got the ball, but had a feeling someone was watching her. She threw the ball, and promptly excused herself. She headed over to the fence that had bushes behind it, and looked carefully. She saw nothing, and was cautious going back, making sure to keep an eye behind her just in case it was a legitimate concern.
"Charlotte, if you need to go inside, I'll take care of things out here. I know about the issue, so don't worry much about it. You have all of us on your side. Just ask," Mark said, Charlotte relaxing a bit.
"I know. But it isn't that. It feels, different. Like, I don't know, like I'm being studied," Charlotte explained, sighing.
"Why don't you take a break. I know exams are coming, so the stress along with the children might be getting to you," Mark thought.
"Maybe. But I'll try to take it easy now," Charlotte sighed.
"Good. Because the kids worried there for a second," Mark added.
-Much Later-
"Okay. I honestly think you should take tomorrow off. You have been tense and stiff since. And everyone, even some of the kids are worried about you," Mark said, locking up the room, Charlotte standing next to him.
"Look, I just can't shake the feeling. Being watched, I can handle. Being studied feels completely different," Charlotte explained. "It felt like it followed me inside the room and to be honest, I'm beginning to freak out."
"If you come in tomorrow, I'm sending you home. No exceptions," Mark said. "If you'd like, you can focus on the exams. Less to worry about, which should take the stress off."
Charlotte felt the same thing she had a few hours ago, and decided not to do anything in order to prevent Mark from worrying more. "And if I feel fine tomorrow?"
"Even then. I know you too well. If you say you're fine and not, I will know," Mark added, knowing how stubborn Charlotte can be.
"Fine. I'll be here Monday then," Charlotte gave up, Mark nodding.
"I'll see you then. Shall we get going?" Mark smiled.
"In a second. I need to take a look at something. I'll be alright by myself," Charlotte said, taking out her phone.
"Alright. Monday. Until then, relax," Mark said, Charlotte simply nodding, making it look like she was on her phone. After she saw Mark leave, she sighed.
"Thank god he didn't try to look at my phone," Charlotte relaxed, putting her bag next to the door, heading over to the fence that was rather short. She could easily get over it with little climbing. Jumping and grabbing the fence, she easily made her way over the fence, and when she dropped down, felt worried. But it wasn't her own worry. It felt like something was worried, and was making her feel it.
Shaking off the feeling, she continued forwards, hoping to find whatever it was that was watching her. She came to a clearing, and saw indents in the grass, as if they had been disturbed recently.
"Footsteps," Charlotte said, looking closely. "These don't look like animal footprints. But why do they look familiar?"
The bushes rustled, and Charlotte turned, and started to chase. She was glad she knew how to track sounds how she did, but suddenly, they stopped. And not just slowed and then stopped. Just dead silence. Charlotte being smart instead of trying to run in a random direction, she turned around and walked back to the clearing, and took a deep breath.
"So, WWDD. Let's see," Charlotte trailed off thinking to herself.
"Observe is first. Plan comes next," Charlotte said, going over everything. The footprints, the sense, and the worried feeling she was feeling. "Wait, I'm not worried though. Second time today."
Charlotte was starting to freak out, as this wasn't something natural. And she was really attached to living. She took a deep breath, calming herself down. She looked at the footprint again. She clearly remembered it. But she could tell that is wasn't any animal she could think of off the top of her head. Then the worry. She felt that again, but instead of focusing on that she focused on her thoughts. That made it easier to tell that it wasn't her worry, but someone else's. Another clue. But what animal could do such a thing. More rustling. But she was too busy trying to put the puzzle together.
The figure was closer to the clearing, now simply curious.
"What if it isn't an animal," Charlotte said to no one. Panic started to set in for both. Charlotte turned around, and saw something running. Something human like.
"Wait! I don't want to hurt you!" Charlotte called, hearing the movements stop. She although panicked herself, had a theory, and if it was right, she would see soon. "I can tell you understand me, so please, step forward. I just want to see what you are."
The rustling was quieter than before, and out walked a Gardevior. Charlotte was in disbelief. Here stood a Gardevoir, a Pokémon, in front of her. There was no way a Pokémon could be standing there, but here they were, standing face to face.
"You understand me, don't you?" Charlotte asked, slowly approaching. "Don't be afraid."
The Gardevoir slowly stepped towards her, holding her arms close. Charlotte reached out to touch her cheek with her hand. It was a bit easy, since the Gardevoir stood only 3 centimeters taller than her. When Charlotte's hand made contact, she covered her mouth, taken back by this discovery.
"Do you have a place to go?" Charlotte asked the Gardevoir, who shook its head. "You can stay with me. Please, you don't have to worry."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" the Gardevoir asked, Charlotte hearing her voice in her head. It sounded like it resonated in her mind.
"Why shouldn't I be? You haven't been mean to me," Charlotte said. "Besides, being alone isn't a good thing. I should know."
"What do you mean by that?" Gardevoir asked, curious about what Charlotte meant. "Did something happen?"
"I'd rather not talk about it. It was in the past, and that is where it should remain," Charlotte answered. "But what do you say? Do you wish to stay with me?"
"Alright. I don't see a reason as to not trust you. Do you live far?" Gardevoir replied.
"Not far. Like a five minute drive. It's at the mouth of the canyon almost across from the national park. Too dangerous to walk to and from," Charlotte informed. "I should drive so you can see where it is."
"Okay. So, is there anything I should know before we leave and get to where it is you live?" Gardevoir asked.
"Just, don't dodge questions," Charlotte answered, looking around. "Shit. Where is the school from here?"
[30 Minutes Later]
"So, this is my home. Say, do you have a name? I know I should have asked this when we first met," Charlotte admitted, pulling into the driveway. "I'm Charlotte. Charlotte Autumn."
"I've been called Gardevoir since before I came here, by you might I add," she answered.
"Oh. I would feel bad for continuing to call you that. Um, I'm not good with coming up with names though," Charlotte admitted. "I'll say names. If you like one, just say something. Sound good?"
"I don't see a problem with that," Gardevoir agreed.
There was a long silence. "I am really bad at this. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. You know, After some digging, I like the name of a goddess you know. Nyx," the Gardevoir said. "She was beautiful according to mythology, no?"
"Okay, first off, don't snoop in my mind without making yourself known. And two, Are you sure? Not many know of her. And those who know the name will think it refers to a PC game called Warframe, since Nyx is a psychic frame," Charlotte said.
"Well I think it's a great choice," she said, Charlotte seeing her smile.
"Okay. Time to enter. Stay close, I'm not sure how Christina will react. And that make me wonder. Let's see," Charlotte said, opening the door to the house. "Chrissy! Any word on your pet bunny?"
"Charlotte? What are you doing getting home so late and what is that behind you?!" Christina asked, Nyx hiding behind Christina. "Wait, I'd recognize that green hair from anywhere."
"I know you would. And what is Zelda like? Still a bunny or did she change?" Charlotte asked, seeing a Buneary clutch Christina's leg. "Aww, that's adorable." Charlotte crouched down, smiling at the Buneary. "It's okay Zelda. I'm Charlotte. Remember me?"
The Buneary, who was named Zelda by Christina, slowly walked over to her, Charlotte smiling all the while. Zelda jumped onto Charlotte's knee, Charlotte patting her head, Zelda letting Charlotte pet her with a smile.
"Looks like she remembers you," Christina said. "So, what is her name?"
"Oh. Sorry. Chrissy, meet Nyx. Nyx, Chrissy," Charlotte said, Christina shaking Nyx's hand after Nyx had realized what a handshake was. "So, consider what has happened, I think we can say that this isn't an isolated event. Want to make things interesting?"
"If you mean a bet, no. I know you. You'll twist it to where you come out again," Christina said, knowing better than to make a bet with Charlotte.
"You have no proof," Charlotte said.
"But you seem to be thinking of something devious If she does agree to the bet," Nyx said, Christina raising an eyebrow trying to get Charlotte to talk.
"Alright fine. You win. No bet," Charlotte sighed, disappointed that she would no longer be able to make bets with Nyx reading her mind.
"Good. So, are we going to order pizza? Or are we doing something else for dinner now?" Christina asked, Charlotte knowing that things would now be more complicated and exciting, looking forwards to the events…
SO, THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER! SECOND CHAPTER WILL BE DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT, BUT WILL INTRODUCE KEY PLAYERS IN THE STORY! THEY MIGHT NOT SEEM LIKE IT UNTIL LATER, BUT TRUST ME, OKAY? ALSO, THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY THE STORY Pokemon Journeys: Aaron's New Experience BY THE AMAZING ThorAxe18! I LOVE HIS STORY, AND WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE THIS ONE! EXPECT SOME PARALLELS, BUT NOT EXACT THINGS TO HIS!