The Mysterious YouTuber
December 25
1:32 PM
We stood in front of our new house, Max looked in awe as I smiled. This was our Christmas gift from our step-father – Mr. Pokémon – who had taken care of us back in Hoenn before we transferred here in Sinnoh – having Parker as our guardian in times of need.
Mr. Pokémon was a traveler and cared a lot for his Pokémon, he was the only who introduce me into coordinating as Parker introduce Max to become a real Trainer.
But anyways, here we are in our new home. We gaze around for awhile before Parker can open the entrance, and with that, we were able to determine the number of rooms inside our new house.
Max was really happy; he shed the same smile for hours already – and this one was filled mostly with happiness. I have concluded that there's two master bedrooms and three guest room, there's also three bathrooms – two are linked to each master bedroom as the other is provided for the quest.
But, more importantly, those master bedrooms were provided for me and Max. The first master bedroom was located to the left – which belongs to Max, since it is connected to a personal library – as the other was located by the opposite side – which belongs to me.
"This is our repayment from all the happiness you've shed with us." I spun my head; it was Parker – walking up the marble stairs.
"What?" I asked in confusion, "Isn't that the opposite? Shouldn't it be me and Max to repay you guys?" I continued as Parker chuckled.
"It's from the happiness, May." Parker smiled, "If it weren't for you guys to accept me as your guardian, I would be travelling emotionlessly." He continued.
"Yea, that would also include of another foster family." I added as he nodded silently.
Before our conversation continued, a scream was heard from Max's room. Parker could only chuckle as I raised a brow – worrying for my brother.
"Relax, I guess he found my gift." He smiled, "Did you check yours?" he added as I stood there dumbfounded.
"What do you mean?" I asked before having Max rushing in towards us with a Ralts within his arms – my eyes widen for a bit when I saw the timid Pokémon.
I stood there in silence for awhile but then said: "What did you get me?" as I walked towards my new room while being followed by Max and Parker.
My bedroom is also connected to a personal library, but mine was different. It was room shared between over my personal studies in school and for my YouTube business.
Aside from the details and the new equipment, my eyes gazed at the display that was placed on a table that was provided for a large activity – but I only assumed that.
I was hesitant to look over and observe, but Max beat me to it. He rushed in and gaze on it, "It's an egg!" Max called out as his new partner – Ralts – nodded.
"To be exact, a Pokémon egg," Parker added as he just arrived at the room – leaning on the doorframe.
Again, I was hesitant, but still decided to look at it and be thankful that I'm getting a new partner. The eggshell was painted brown with a creamy zigzag line surrounding the middle. I opened the lid and carefully took the egg, Max was doubtful when I held the egg – knowing that the clumsy person I am might drop it.
It a bit warm and still, I was silently thanking Professor Elm for his teachings of breeding. "I hope you didn't left it here all day long." I uttered jokingly as I hugged the egg.
"Of course not, I just placed it a couple of hours ago." He smiled as he patted my head. "Anyways, why don't you leave Blaziken for awhile and let him take care of it." He soon stated, walking out the door.
"Wait, why would I do that?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Don't you want to grab some of your things?" he asked as I sighed at the obvious things, but smiled at the new gifts that our family had given.
"We should call Mr. Pokémon later on." I murmured as Max – who was still in the room – nodded happily.
4:32 PM
We were done moving, but some of our items – like books and simple things – will be delivered shortly. We took what was needed and left the house, Parker said that he'll manage everything later on – once me and Max has settled in.
For now, we decided to call Mr. Pokémon – who might be dying to see and talk to us by now. And here he was, first statement: "How'd you like my gifts?" he boomed at his microphone as Max started talking about how he loved it.
"Now, now, Max. Slow down, an old timer like me can't understand what you've been saying." Mr. Pokémon pleaded as Max nodded – starting from the beginning on his story again, but shorter this time.
Mr. Pokémon laughed, "How about you May? How'd you like it?" he asked me, gazing at me – a bit worriedly.
I smiled in assurance, "I loved it."