His eyes snapped open as foot steps steadily approached him. He slowly got on his paws, preparing to strike whoever came to disturb his slumber. It was dark,
making it hard to see what was arriving. But it was definitely tall. Three... Two... One... The Pokemon jumped at his target, surprising the 13 year old who was about to start an adventure. Using all his level 5 strength, he made an attempt at scratching the intruder. Phoebe fell back in surprise at the wild Pokemon's jump, letting out a short scream, What should I do? What should I do!? she thought frantically. Seeing how he failed to scare away the intruder, the Pokemon prepared another strike. Phoebe wanted to defend herself but she wouldn't dare smack a level 2. That's just cruel. She could hear it approaching her at a fast pace- The girl had subconsciously stuck her hands out, the attacker ran straight into them. It felt...soft. Phoebe started petting it, IT WAS JUST TOO SOFT. Under the moonlight, it was hard to see what she was holding exactly. But it was definitely small.
"...Hmm...I've never seen one like this..." How strange ,this one seems out of place here in Route 1. Suddenly realizing that he was being petted by the intruder, the Pokemon jumped away from her. Phoebe extended her hand to him,
"It's alright little guy, I'm not gonna hurt you." The Pokemon relaxed a tad bit but still was on 'I'm gonna kill you' stance. She felt as if she was just rejected by some crush. Slowly, she got to her feet. Looks like she can't be friends with this cutie pie...

Phoebe couldn't take that Pokemon off her mind as she aimlessly walked through the fields of grass. The sun was slowly creeping in, allowing her to see her surroundings more easily. The light was also waking some of the Pokemons around so she had to be trice as careful. Wait. Was she thinking? Wandering around the woods without a Pokemon to defend you. Stupid. You could get killed! Hold it, that's just unlikely. Unbeknownst to her, that Pokemon was silently following her. Until... Phoebe ran straight into something. No, SOMEONE. Care to make a guess? :3

"S-sorry..." "Tch, just watch where you're going, will you!? The world's already polluted with idiots like you." he scowled, not even bothering to help her to her feet. She had ran into a guy that was no doubt, older than her. He had orange-brown hair, and brown eyes that burnt with arrognant power. He wore a dark jacket (with pockets) and tannish trousers (with pockets). Phoebe bit her lip, getting on to her feet once more before replying:
"Who're you calling an idiot!?" she screeched, clearly hating the heck out of at the current moment. Though she was almost 2 feet shorter than him,
she wouldn't just stand around being insulted by some cocky stranger. "You." he said, smirking. Phoebe's annoyance meter rose by 100 degrees Pokemon that was following her stopped in his tracks, watching the two humans converse. "And what qualifies me as an 'idiot', Sir High Horse?" "First off, you're clearly lost in a simple route such as this one. Two, your Pokemon-" Phoebe frowned,
"Hold a minute. What are referring to?" "You really are an Eevee you have, following you!?" She turned around to see that Pokemon she encountered on her way out of Pallet Town. The Eevee tilted its head, as if asking 'What?'. So it's called an 'Eevee' Phoebe mentally noted to herself. Quickly losing interest on her, the guy left with a: "Smell ya later." that has the tone of a "Better not smell ya again."

"*gasp* We made it, Theodore!" Phoebe cheered as they reached the border of Viridian City. During the adventure through the fields of grass , she had decided to name this friendly Eevee 'Theodore' for some reason: Hmmm... It looks like a 'Theodore' to me.The Eevee merely look up at her, looking rather tired
"You must be worn out from all the battles. Let's get you to a Pokemon Center, you worked hard to protect me. Thanks, Theodore!" she said, smiling at her new buddy. Theodore formed a small grin with his mouth but it quickly faded, looks like we have a tsundere in our hands. During the many scuffles with wild Pokemon, Phoebe had started getting the hang of Poke Battles, and got even more attached to the male Eevee. She picked up the exhausted Pokemon and carried him to the Pokemon Center, ready for a rest herself. Technically, she isn't this Eevee's official trainer yet, since she didn't catch it. He chose to follow her,
with his own free will. Maybe she should use a Pokeball on him? She should, or she won't be able to claim that Theodore was hers, like in those stories. You know how some nasty organizations stole others' Pokemons at one point in time? Phoebe was already thinking of Theodore as family though she has only met him for a few hours. The girl plunked herself down on a empty seat, careful not to wake her sleeping friend. The quiet environment was effectively lulling her to sleep, she didn't bother fighting it. A quick nap should be nice...

Something wasn't right. Something wet was poking her unceasingly. Whatever it was, it definately was persistent on waking her. Phoebe slowly regained conscious. "*yawn*...Where am I?" The poking stopped.
"You're in the Viridian Poke Center, girl." Phoebe jumped, hearing an unfamiliar voice speak to her. She looked up to see a boy that was about her age with forest green eyes. His hair was separated in two different colours, the left half was light blond while the right half was teal. He kept them in a small low-pony tail.
"W-who are you?" she asked, feeling her heart return to its regular pace. "Me? Just a newbie trainer. The name's Ren." "Phoebe."
A newbie trainer? Phoebe could relate to that. After all, she had just begun her fresh adventure as a Pokemon trainer today. She stood up from the dusty furniture, stretching her stiff limbs. Theodore elegantly hopped to the ground, silently waiting for Phoebe's command to bite this stranger. But she didn't, much to his disappointment. Now that she was on her feet, she could see that she was about the same height as this boy. (He was only 1-2 inches taller.) Something was off once more. It felt rather... chaotic in the usually peaceful Pokemon Center. A small group was buzzing about some sort of pick pocket lurking around town. Phoebe glanced behind her to make sure no one stole her bag. She let out a sigh of relief, seeing that it was still where she last checked. Good, nothing stolen... Ren read her expression and explained to her that there was some sort of Ace Pick Pocket hanging in the region. The items stolen so far were a high amount of wallets, some Pokeballs, healing potions, and even a few Pokemons. The Police weren't getting much leads so far so everyone's on edge at the current moment. The two trainers exchanged words, walking aimlessly around, and sharing tales of the past. Non-embarrassing ones. One could glance at these 2 and assume that they are some sort of young couple.

"Your Eevee's not a normal Eevee, Phoebe." he abruptly said. Phoebe's brows rose in surprise. Does Theodore have some sort of disease!? Was he mentally impaired!? She faired the worst.
"W-what do you mean? How is he irregular?" The Eevee look up, suspecting that they were talking about him.
"He's a shiny Pokemon. Nothing too special, just born with a different texture than the rest. You might encounter others in your journey." Ren explained,
observing Theodore, Theodore returned his stare.

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(Cruddy) Chapter by: Ed 18