This is a Christmas special story. It's also a sob story, so not your typical sweet, happy Christmas special. Sorry. Hope you like it anyway, and I might add a happy ending chapter to make it a better Christmas special. Well, enjoy!

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I'm not your typical female Purrloin.

I don't woo everyone with my charm and good looks and steal their stuff. I'm actually pretty bad at looking cute, if you ask me.

I scavenge through dumpsters and I pick at roadkill. In winter, I eat whatever shriveled-up old berry I can find. I've tried begging, but it never works. Usually, I am taunted and kicked away into the street.

Today, in a fierce blizzard the night of December 25, my fur coat isn't warm enough at all. Most of my pelt is frozen over. Icy wind stings my eyes and I can barely keep my footing. I need to find food, though. If I don't, we could all starve.

There are four of us in our little group. We always stay together, partly because no one else wants us, and partly because of the deep bond we've formed over the few months we've been together.

I was once just your average Pokémon. I was well trained, and I won almost every battle I fought. My Trainer was fairly well known. I was happy in Unova's warm climate and my Trainer's love.

Then he got sick.

My Trainer was in the hospital for weeks. The other Pokémon and I, we stayed with him day and night. We knew he would get better. He had to.

But he didn't.

After my Trainer died, I was left with nothing except the other Pokémon. We were sent back to be taken care of by Professor Juniper, who would feed us and care for us until she found a Trainer who could take us in. One by one, they were all adopted by other Trainers - including his starter, a powerful Serperior - until it was just me and Oshawott left.

Then the burglars came. They broke in and began stealing Pokéballs. I felt my Pokéball drop into their bag next to Oshawott's. We were both terrified.

Somewhere along the way, I was sold to someone who pain a high enough price and separated from Oshawott. I realized I was in the Sinnoh region and had almost no chance of returning to Professor Juniper.

Then I met Pichu and Eevee. Pichu was sick, and he was being supported by Eevee, who didn't look very good herself. We found a large wooden box in an alleyway, and there we were confronted by a wild Chikorita. She was terrified that we were trying to take her home, which was the box. When she realized we had no such intentions, she invited us into her little home.

We have been staying there ever since. It's been four months now, I think.

I have almost nothing with me when, at last, I reach our hideout - just a bit of Starly that has been dead for two days, at least. Pichu perks up when he sees me enter, but is immediately saddened at the sight of what I brought.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly. "This was all I could find. I'm so sorry." I bite my lip and look away. Chikorita rests her leaf on me comfortingly.

"It was the best you could find. We're really lucky you managed to find anything at all." She consoles me. I nod slowly.

"It's something," Eevee says and promptly takes a bite. "And we're all starving, so the taste doesn't really make a difference." Pichu, Chikorita and I agree before biting into the Starly ourselves.

It's Christmas, and this is what we're having for dinner...

We're all thinking of the same thing. I see it in their eyes.

Chikorita's Trainer chose her for a starter. After she captured three new Pokémon with the Grass-tyoe, she told Chikorita she never needed her anyway and abandoned her. Chikorita says that when she lived at Professor Elm's lab, she and the other Pokémon used to have the most wonderful times together, especially on holidays like Christmas. After being abandoned, Chikorita was lost in the wild and ended up accidentally on a plane to Sinnoh.

Pichu remembered the times he had with his Trainer. On Christmas, her mother would cook and she would serve him and the other Pokémon the most delicious of meals. She loved all of her Pokémon dearly, but she died in a car crash one day, and her mother didn't know what to do with the Pokémon, so she released them. Torterra, her starter, had been devastated. The other Pokémon had been as well and, not knowing what else to do, they scattered. No other Trainer wanted him. Most saw him as week and completely ignored him.

Eevee's Trainer hatched her from an egg. After that, all he ever thought about was evolving her. He didn't care which evolution, he just wanted her to evolve. When he discovered she didnt want to evolve at all, he was disgusted and abandoned her, saying he would find a better Eevee. She has no good Christmas memories. It was around July when she hatched, and she was abandoned a month later, so at least she doesn't know what she's missing.

I sigh. My Trainer was amazing. He loved us all dearly, and him dying was the worst thing that ever happened to me. All the Trainers I met after that seemed disgusted with my very presence. I'm just a reject

So now you see why we have to stick together. There's one thing we all have in common: we're all rejected. Abandoned. Unloved.

All of us are unwanted.

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Well, thank you for reading this little sob story of mine! I might add a happy-ending chapter at some point if I feel like it. Hope you liked it. Did anyone cry?

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