Author's Note: This is a Stupid Short Eevee Comic fanfiction, all canon characters belong to Pinkeevee222, and the non-canon characters belong to me. Except Pix, who belongs to one of my good friends. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo. This story is a fanfiction, and may contain stuff not true to the original plot, but you'll never know...Enjoy!
Fay put the device into her paw and closed them gently.
"Be careful with it, okay, Aunt Pix?" He reminded her quietly.
Pix smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Fay. I know, you told me about a hundred times already."
Fay sniffed. "Sorry...It's just that, I'm worried. The bracelet was given to me by a once was friend. I really don't want to lose it. And the Rift is getting unstable, I worry for your safety too. This is another realm, Aunt Pix, who knows what will be there?" He shuffled through papers on his bed. "I haven't hopped here in my travels before, and you have never left this world." He paused. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Pix knelt down to reach Fay's height, who was sitting on his bed, and reached out to touch him. The young one flinched, but when he realized she meant no harm, the tension slipped away. She ruffled his hair.
"Yeah, I know. I've got everything ready to go." She patted a backpack lying on the rugged floor. "I'm just supposed to go there and do my stuff and come back! Simple!"
Fay sighed. "Aunt Pix, it's more complicated than that. You will travel precisely to Another Place, where your appearance will not alter to fit the rest. My research shows Another Place is home to a large species called Pokemon, and you will say that you are a Sylveon, one of the eeveelutions. Must they remark on your odd pallet compared to your species, I'll take that you can come up with an excuse for that."
"Odd pallet?" Pix echoed questioningly, cocking her head.
"Well, yes. Sylveons are...well...pink. And you are yellow." Fay showed her a small crayon drawing he had worked on earlier. It was messy like the mess of a four year old, but features could still be made out. "They have bows, and uh...ribbon-like feelers, similar to one's of a insecta. Sylveons classify as a subspecies of an Eevee, a Fairy class, evolved into this spectrum by love. Other Eevee subspecies include Vaporeon, Glaceon, Leafeon, Espeon, Flareon, Jolteon and Umbreon. Uh, and there are shinies too, which are different, more rare variant of the Eevee family tree, who have different color pallets. The Sylveon 'shiny' is blue. They might also have certain 'movesets', like abilities they can use over and over again."
Pix was only half listening at the point, really trying to enroll into the words, but he spoke so complex that she missed a big patch of information he was describing to her. But nonetheless, she smiled and nodded politely, as if she got every single word he said.
"Your mission," Fay continued, "is to go to Another Place and find out what is causing the shift in the Rift. We've pinpointed the problem to this particular place, where strange...stirrings have been occurring. Something or someone is messing with the Rift, causing interference, purposely or accidentally. It is unimportant how. I just need you to find out what's happening and fix it, Aunt Pix. Only that. And please, be careful. With the Rift unstable, who knows what could happen out there."
Pix chuckled. "Don't worry, child, I'll do fine!" She embraced the younger one affectionately. "I'd best be going! Wish me luck!"
Fay returned the gesture, but then spoke. "Maybe you'd need some assistance. I can't go, because I need to stay here to balance out the multiverses. Going in alone might cause you to get lost, especially in an unstable realm."
Pix thought for a moment. Then smiled. She knew just who to call.
"Don't worry about me, Fay! Worry about your own business! Have a good life! Oh, and tell Pa-I mean, your Mom and Dad that I'm just on a case, okay? Take care of those two, they get into a lot of trouble when I'm gone!"
Pix twisted the small metal bracelet onto her wrist, where it hummed and adjusted to fit, then the red button blinked green.
A gust of wind swirled around her.
"Good luck!" Fay called, his fur swaying around him.
Then the wind grew, encasing Pix inside, then a bright flash, and the wind stopped abruptly. Pix was gone.
Fay stared at the leaves that had blown in, now nestled onto the carpet where she had stood. He stood and closed the window, saddened, and whispered something barely heard.
"If only I could have told you…"
