Author notes: Hey, hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Just imagine Unfezant as turkey and you get the same results. I hope I am writing this decently at the very least.
"All right buddy, you getting hungry? " Jonathan said as he was finishing up the basting of the Unfezant. Just the smell alone was making me stir crazy. Why does such great food take forever! My tail was wagging like those wiper things on the car. I think I might be drooling again.
He takes a short break from the basting and walks over to me, bending over to see me eye to eye. "If your already this excited, then get this … Michel is coming over tomorrow and he is bringing Alex with him!" Aw yeah! It's been forever since I saw Alex. He's my brother, but not by blood. Sucks a bit that I am adopted, but whatever. Family is family, not to mention that I still need to say hello to the leafy buffoon. He's a leafeon, if you didn't catch on.
Michel is Jonathan's brother. He is a nice guy, but his cooking can't compare to Jon's. He really only shows up on holidays, since he lives in Viridian city. I've been there once, and I can see why he likes it there. It looks amazing there! Huh, seems Jon has gone back to cooking.
"Michel is going to bring some food of his own, a casserole or a meatloaf, hope it's good." I give a short meep in approval, as Jon can't understand what I say. I think it is like a language barrier or something. I trot over to Jon and nuzzle his leg, I just want him to talk about stuff. "We both know the Unfezant won't be done until tomorrow, but don't worry, I got us both some sandwich meat to hold us over till then." Nice, but I was hoping that he would have gotten a bit more.
I walk out of the kitchen, feeling the transition from tile to carpet, and jump on the couch. Jon eventually puts the bird in the oven, now it is just a waiting game. … You know, over the past few days, I've noticed I have been feeling off. like, I've been getting a nagging feeling to read those dumb books in the library, even though they usually make me fall asleep. Well, to be honest, read isn't the term I want to say its … its, well its -
A flash of white and then all I see is a silver sterile room with a lady with a lab coat on. Laboratory equipment lightly purrs around me. The lady adjusts her glasses as she says " what are you doing, anyways?" She sounds bored and annoyed, like she would rather be doing anything else. I try to move my body but It doesn't work. I feel my hand … What, MY HAND?! OKAY, my hand rudely shoos the lady away, as if she were a fly. Words come from my mouth even though I am dead set on keeping it shut.
"Research darling, that's what I'm doing. Could you leave me be please, I'm quite busy at the moment." Huh, I sound like that voice from before, the sauve one. But a more important question comes first, why am I him?! Hmm, maybe I'm secretly a psychic and I can see his thoughts because ... uh, He's a bad person or something. Maybe,it's because... Before I can continue my thoughts, the lady pulls down her glasses and eyes me down, like she could do anything to me, before adjusting them on her face with irritation written all over it. "Fine then Mr. Star, I only hope that whatever you are working on is to help the corporation." Okay, so he worked for a corporation, which one did he work for?
I feel my body's mouth give a sly grin as I began speak once more. "Well, I'll just say that what I am working on will make getting rid of Silph's competition easy." What just came out of my mouth felt sinister. The lady grins and then walks off. My body turns around to a vial labeled FIMAB. My voice coos, " Don't worry darling, just a little longer till I can get you finished."
The world flashes to black and I am back on the couch again. What the hell did I just see and was I out during it? A quick glance to my left answers my second question, the window is pitch black. Looking around the room the urge to read, no research comes back. It's late, so I decide I might as well try to pacify the urge with a little late night reading. Hopefully it will go away after a reading a cookbook. Traversing the apartment at night is no trouble for me,although it may be hard for Jon to see in the dark.
When I get inside the room, it is the same as it has ever been. Small, carpeted, and a tad dusty with a beanbag chair with a few blankets in the corner. The book shelves are more like cubby boxes that hold books. There are five boxes and each holds about five to ten books each. At least twenty five books, at most is fifty. Welp, time to get started.
I grab the first book I see and pull it from the cubby. I can already tell by the cover it is a cooking book. I waste no time flipping the cover and being mesmerized by the descriptions of preparing the food. Hopefully I can figure out why that memory happened. Till then, I will just enjoy learning how to fry combusken legs. I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing a lot of the picture though.
Author notes: Sorry for taking a while, life happens. Hope you enjoyed the story. Give it a review, it would be nice to know what you think!