I... have some explaining to do.

I apologize for the severe decrease in activity on here. I've been limited on the times I am allowed to get on the computer, so that is one reason why I haven't been updating as much. But forget that. Have another dosage of the My Little... series.

But anyways, I've had this chapter written up for about... two months now. This serves as a prequel to both MLFB and MLLL, so... mega time travel time! Even if you haven't read those, it's not required, since this could serve as an independent story itself. I will admit that I don't have this fully planned out, so there may be some inconsistencies with the update times of this. I also apologize for the shortness of this first chapter, but if I continued it'd be dragged out and repetitive, and I don't want that to bore you. But the next chapters will be longer, so cheers! As for the good news--I predict this story will have at least twenty chapters, so let's see if you can survive...

Disclaimer: I do not own Eevee, Igglybuff, Kirlia, Typhlosion, or anything else related to Pokemon seen or mentioned in this fic.

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I rammed my head against the invisible wall separating me from the outside world for what I considered the millionth time. Those pesky humans, it's so torturous to keep us Pokemon inside. We're meant for the outside, not cooped up in some sort of shop window with no way out. It's annoying; especially when the younger humans go by and poke the glass simply to wake you up.

I banged my furry head on the glass again. This time, I was scolded by the owner of the place.

"Hush now, Eevee! It's almost closing time. You want a yummy tonight, don't you?"

I removed my face from the window to stare at the middle-aged person hovering above me, and then replaced it, this time hard enough to create a loud clunking noise. Behind me, there was the sound of my cage opening and then the sound of little drops. I knew he had put more pellets in my dish. The door closed, and he moved on to the Pokemon next to me.

Outside the world was so rich, so beautiful. It was amazing. The large trees, now shedding their golden leaves, were catching the last glimpse of the evening sunset before it hid itself behind the mountains and the moon came out, covering them in a dancing silver color. The grass, once an astonishing green, was now turning a limp blue due to the increasing chill in the air. At least, that's what I think was happening. Humans are naked, so they cover themselves up in these heavy colorful things whenever it gets cold.

All this was viewed from my little window of which I inhabited, so that's pretty much all I saw: trees, grass, hard gray concrete, and people who walked on it. I had no idea what it felt like to be outside or sounded like out there. Just think of all the scents out there! In here, the only thing I smelled was the dusty air and the musky scent of old food and toys. And other Pokemon, but I've never actually seen them. They smelled like fear, especially when they were dragged through the blue door at the end of the hall.

I planted my rump onto the wood shavings in my own little pen. I rose up a paw to test the glass again. It was still there. I exhaled a heavy sigh. Pokemon aren't meant to live in small boxes covered in uninteresting chew toys and stale food; they're meant to be outdoors in the wind! I spotted some Pokemon outside occasionally. Well, I lied. I saw them all the time: a brave Igglybuff following his pacing trainer, a Kirlia pacing along as her master rode on a bike, and even a Typhlosion strutting along as his owner rolled around in the fallen leaves.

Oh, I was jealous. I wanted to be free like them. I charged my entire self onto the glass again before giving it up for the night. The artificial sun turned off and a ringing, followed by a sharp click, signaled that the owner of the shop had left. It was funny how they could control the sun. I thought only Arceus could do that.

I sulked as I pawed my way to my dish. Sure enough, there was a small 'yummy' on top. I devoured it heartily before it could turn stale like my water had. My water, lined in a silver bowl, had soggy day-old pellets of food covering the bottom. It was disgusting; I didn't drink out of it and settled contentedly for my saliva, which was much more fulfilling than the stagnated water.

I have been in this prison for my entire life—an equivalent to about two months. Sure, it doesn't sound much. But when you're shoved against a translucent glass that directly separates you from freedom, it is so… so… cruel. In here I'm stuck by myself with disheartening conditions, longing to be outside. Out there, underneath the sky, I would be free. No more stale food, no aged water, and even some social contact with other living creatures. The only living being that has ever interacted with me, save for the kids outside who cooed over me, was the owner of our little jail. And all he did was feed me, which I was quite capable of doing on my own.

I let out a quiet, low sigh. Several of the Pokemon around me took up the deed and did one of their own accords in various pitches, all having the same high tone. After all, we were more so smaller, weaker Pokemon than say… an Arcanine for example, and as such, we had miniature vocal cords.

I finally settled myself down on the artificial wood shavings. They made my fur itch and crawl, but I suppose it was better than the Minun next door, who was forced to sleep on newspaper for lack of any more bedding. I was facing the window as usual, staring outside longingly as the cheese-colored moon slowly made itself known to the world once again. Several white dots soon arrived, and with them came some of the nocturnal Pokemon—Umbreon, Noctowl, Mismagius…

I closed my eyes, lowering my ears and recalling the days' events. Which was the same as always—the routine feeding of foul tasting Pokemon food, the constant annoyance that nobody bothered to look for an Eevee, and the fact that I had to put up with it for twenty-four, seven.

Despite my secluded life, I have heard of Pokemon who practically took over the world with their power-hungry selves; I've known of those who cowered at the gentlest touch; those who have grown fat from too many Poffins and Pokeblocks, and those who have defeated the darkness but still snarled at those who defied the weak…

It began getting increasingly cold, seeing as nobody was there to control the temperature anymore. I wished I was able to use a Fire-type move, or for one of these dopey Fire-types to use one themselves. Whatever the case, they snored in their dreams, forcing me to shiver and curl my bushy tail up to my small button nose. I briefly opened my eyes again, seeing the moon looked like a half-disk yet again.

Since I saw my special star—the same one I favored every night—I lowered my head again and slowly shut my eyes. I wished for a place that was comfortable; I wished I was able to be strong and break out of here; I wished for decent berries to eat and suitable drinking water; I wished for a true friend; I wished for a person of my very own.

But most importantly, I wished to be free.