Chapter 2: Adjusting
"Dylan?!" I squeaked in surprise, still with my old voice.
Crap.
Dylan almost hit his head off the ceiling and started screaming. "Holy crap!"
"Calm down!" I yelled over him.
Dylan took a very long breath. I'm pretty sure I could see a bump in his chest whenever his heart beat.
"W-why are you speaking English, a-and why do you have Lucy's v-voice?" He asked in a shaky voice.
Oh, boy
I sighed, trying to think of a way to explain what had happened. Then, I thought of something.
"Oh, my God! Dylan, lift me up!" I yelled.
"What? How do you know my name?!"
"Just do it, and hurry!"
Dylan lifted me up so I could see out the window.
I sighed in relief when I saw my dad outside of our car, bruised but alive. There was a stretcher with a white sheet covering what I knew was my body.
"Dylan," I sighed. Here we go. "You asked why I speak English and have Lucy's voice."
I took a deep breath. "The answer; I am Lucy. I died in the accident, and I..."
"What?!" Dylan screamed.
Double oh, boy
Dylan's parents were coming back to the car.
"Quick, give me a name!" I said, "Your parents can't know it's me. I'm a… Wait, what am I, anyways?"
I quickly looked over myself. I had light brown fur, a long, sand colored scruff, a big, fluffy tail, and two long rabbit-like ears. I was an Eevee.
I would have been excited if we weren't rushed. I mean, I love Eevee. They're cute, have only one weakness, are immune to ghost types, and as of this week, have 8 known evolutions.
"Okay, I'm an Eevee. Give me a name that would suit a girl Eevee."
"W-why?" Dylan asked, still shaking in shock, "Don't you want to stick with your old name?"
"I do, but you can't call me that around your parents, and you can definitely not act like you can understand me."
"Good enough reason for me." He thought about it, finally starting to calm down. "How about Eve?"
His parents were unlocking the car.
"I like it. Okay, Eve it is." I said to him right before his parents got in the car. I made a shush motion to show him not to blow my cover.
"D-Dylan," Dylan's mother started, "we have some b-bad news, very bad news."
Dylan's father took over, "Dylan, L-Lucy, Lucy is, L-Lucy is d-dead."
Dylan's eyes clouded over, and I knew he now believed what I had told him. He let his head fall between his legs, and started sobbing.
It was a couple hours later, and we were back at Dylan's house, and I was having trouble explaining the events of the past few hours.
"Wait, so you asked Arceus if he could make it so I could understand you?" Dylan interrupted for the seventh time.
We were in Dylan's room, with the locked, of course. He was sitting at his computer desk, while I lied on a folded sheet on the desk, considering I still couldn't stand on all fours yet, let alone walk. It had been a little funny when I tried, though. I ended up falling on my face when my legs gave out.
"Well, sort of. I asked for Arceus to let my trainer understand me. I didn't know it would be you. Only you can understand me, so we don't have much to worry about," I said.
"Okay, for starters, I'm supposed to go on a journey. What was in that egg was supposed to be my starter Pokémon, but you hatched from the egg, and now, logically, that would make you my starter. Do you see the problem now?" Dylan asked.
Well, crap
"I'm fine with it," I reasoned, "I already guessed I would have a trainer when Arceus told me I would be a Pokémon. It's actually probably better it be you than some random kid."
"I'm planning on doing the Unova gym challenge," He said, "Are you positive you want to do this?"
"Yes, I'm very positive."
"We'll leave in two days. We'll be attending your funeral tomorrow. Weird, I never thought I'd have to say that to anyone."
"You call that weird? I have to attend my own funeral tomorrow!" We both cracked up laughing.
"I do believe I see your point." He said after catching his breath.
My stomach growled, and I blushed.
"Oh, crap! I completely forgot to feed you! There's just too much stuff going on. I'll be right back!"
Dylan came back a minute later with a baby bottle without a nipple. It had formula in it. "I didn't expect you to want it with the nipple, so I just took it off." He said.
"Oh, no, no, no," I said, "There is no way that you're going to get me to drink baby formula!"
"You're going to drink this." Dylan said.
"You can't me drink that. I'm fifteen years old!"
Dylan smirked. "Actually, you were fifteen. Your now a two and a half hour old Eevee."
"Why do you always have to be so logical?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll drink the stupid formula," I said.
He brought it over and I took a sip. It wasn't bad, but wasn't very good at the same time.
After I finished, we decided to go and check on my dad. I hadn't seen him since I saw him through the window of Dylan's car. We were walking down the sidewalk over to my house.
"How do you think he's handling my death?" I asked Dylan. We had been talking about my dad since we left his house.
"Probably not well," Dylan said, "he already lost your mother, and you were all he had left."
I sighed, "Dang it! Why did I have to die?!"
Dylan walked up my front steps, carrying me, and rang the doorbell. We heard footsteps coming down the hall and over to the front door.
My dad opened the door to see Dylan standing there, holding me.
He looked terrible. His face was red from crying, and he was covered in scratches and bruises.
"Hey, Dylan," he said in a raspy voice. He did not sound well.
"Hello, Mr. Collins," Dylan said.
"We have to tell him." I told Dylan.
"We have to what now?!" Dylan yelled in surprise.
"Um, Dylan, are you talking to your Eevee?" My dad said in confusion.
Dylan looked down at me. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Mr. Collins, We should go inside," Dylan said, "This might take a while."
