this story takes place in the national pokemon trade center, or n.p.t.c. for short. trainers come from all around to trade pokemon, items, knowledge, and battle tactics. our story begins with an eevee up for trade from an eevee breeder. "step right up and trade for this ultra rare, endangered species pokemon. get your very own eevee." the breeder yells, wile showing off ten eevees sitting on a table.
one of which is holding back a bulging in his chest. he is ready to evolve but he didn't want to. more to say he didn't know what he was going to become. he could become a fire, water, electric, dark, psychic, grass, ice, or fairy type. yet he did not know if he wanted to or not.
he was confronted by a trainer with green hair looking closely at him. the trainer had a white shirt and black pants, his hair was long and he had a gardevoir holding on to his arm tightly. the gardivoir seemed to pretty to eevee. he thought how he would look if he became a fairy or psychic. he would be intelligent and dashing, how he could be both intelligent and powerful. how he could fight from a distance and watch his enemy feint from a distance. he thought about how awesome it would be to be psychic.
then the trainer pulls out a fire type pokemon that eevee swears is a legendary at first glance, but it is an arcinine. now he is thinking about what it would be like to be fire type. he would always be warm, his fur would always look pretty. then he thought about how useful he could be, starting campfires, helping his trainer cook, and being fuzzy and warm to cuddle with trainers.
next the trainer pulls out a water fighting pokemon covered in huge armor. now eevee was thinking about being a water type pokemon. he would have all sorts of fun swimming under water in the rivers lakes and oceans. collecting shells, playing with the unlimited amount of water type pokemon. on hot days he could use water gun on himself.
it would be fun he thought until another pokemon was sent out. this one was a mean looking steel fighting type. it called eevee a chew toy. that made him mad and want to be an electric type just to beet him up. then he thought about the perks of being an electric type. he would be a lot faster, more powerful, he would have a verity of tekneeks.
next eevee saw a trainer with a frostglass. it was really pretty to eevee. now he thought about being an ice type. he could take on dragons, make snow days in summer, and would look rather nice at the same time.
then he thought about the last two types grass and dark. if he was a grass type he would forever be healthy, and would not fall to water and ground. he could blend into nature and be a care free pokemon. finally dark. both powerful and mysterious, with a seance of aw.
"sir you do know these eevees are under the protected pokemon rights of the npppaep." (it's an acreinnem im not typing) said the trainer with green hair looking at breeder.
"wait your not from the liberators are you?" said the breeder.
"i made them." said the trainer. "now you are under arrest for the poaching and illegal distribution of endangered pokemon."
the breeder ran as fast as he could to get away, as all the eevees where carried out by men that aim to protect pokemon against evil.
