The Legend of Mysterious Mattie


Want to know what I don't understand? Why trainers bother to breed, only to leave half their eggs with me. What am I supposed to do with them? I have Pokemon to raise, after all. I don't have room to start my very own hatchery.

Luckily, there are occasions when a trainer's kind enough to take them off my hands. Most of the time, it's a 10-year-old with a starter, hoping for one more addition to their team. But the mute girl, she didn't have anything, and she wanted to change that quick.

I had just finished feeding all the Pokemon, and was praying that that frisky Manetric would spare me his womanizing exploits that day. She came in very early, much earlier than my usual clients, and she seemed antsy. Her eyes kept wandering to the Pokemon outside, her gaze both longing and worried.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, telepathically begging her to take some of the eggs off my hands. I cocked my brow as she pulled out a sketchbook.

Do you have any spare eggs?

I mentally cheered, but stayed calm and nodded.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

I was hoping for six.

"Wait, six? An entire team?"

I was hoping for good ones, too. Do you have any?

"I have plenty of good eggs, but... Why do you need six?"

I don't know. I just want to raise them my way.

And I guess that made sense. After all, I nodded in the direction of the egg storage room and she followed me back. I always kept the room organized, in hopes that more trainers would want eggs that way. Her little eyes scanned the labels on the shelves, judging each critically.

"See anything you like?" I asked, wondering how she'd carry six eggs. She shook her head slowly, then pulled out her sketchbook and wrote:

Which of these are really good?

There were lots of good Pokemon I had. Really, all Pokemon could be "good". But believe it or not, there WERE six Pokemon that I knew of right away. So I grabbed a bag and began.

"This will hatch into a Budew," I explained, hunting for the right egg. "It evolves into one of the best Grass-types there is. And this is a Beldum. Get it to it's final evolution and you're set. And a Bagon... Patience is a virtue with this little guy... Aha! A Spheal. This should be good. And lucky you! This is a Torchic. Took the trainer forever to find a female for breeding. And finally-" I turned around with the final egg, and was slightly amused at her way of balancing the other ones. "This is Elekid. Train it well, and maybe you won't have to evolve it the difficult way." I set it carefully on top of the overflowing bag, and she mouthed 'Thank you.'

"So you just want six eggs?" I asked again, holding the door for her. "Don't want to catch anything?" She shook her head, her hands too full for the sketchbook. "Well okay then." She set the eggs on the counter and pulled out her book again.

I guess I just want my own little family.

"That's the most sensible thing anyone's ever written me," I laughed. "Well, take care of them. Hopefully they'll hatch soon." She nodded enthusiastically and gathered up her things, never to set foot in Mauville again. And maybe it was my sub-conscience pitying her, but that night at dinner I realized why she wanted a family.

But I don't feel that I'm at the liberty to say.