It has come to my attention that being a Pokemon breeder is a very bipolar job. Some days, all it can amount to is making sure everyone gets their proper nutrition, which is, interestingly enough, almost always individualized per species if you are a breeder. This is done to ensure that each Mon is able to grow without any complications in their growth, and to ensure that they grow strong enough to either participate in battles, contests, and all other sorts of what-have-you. On other days, you could be staring down 2 hostile mini-kaiju, attempting to keep them from fighting at least 4 times. On any other World...

One big bonus out of this, however...

[Profession]

Animal tamer

Rank 3

A measure of how well you are able to care for animals.

[Profession]

I got my first Profession. Surely, this is the first piece of my stairwell to power. In all Worlds I go to, I shall raise an army of- okay, I can't keep this hammy facade. I am no Maleficent.

Anyways, fortunately for me, all the pokemon here are baby-mons, meaning that there is no logical way for harm to come my way when I am attempting the latter. I can't help but think that I should feel worried about the way the Riolu is staring at me. Isn't exactly a stabby look, but Xehanort never looked stabby. Look at what he did. Anyway, when I brought up my concerns...

"What, Ria? She's the least confrontational one here! She's, like, the mom of all of them. She's probably just scared about someone new here. Just don't look scary."

And now, here I am, making sure that a Wynaut doesn't upset any of the other babies while playing with them. It seems way more confrontational than any baby has a right to be. I had to step in 4 times now. And it seems that my little stalker is still trailing after me... I think I should feel agitated.

"Look. I know I just showed up. But you have no reason to be scared of me. I am physically and metaphysically incapable of feeling slighted or angry, and therefore, will not end up hurting anyone."

This appeared to be the wrong thing to say, because this led to them shrinking away, leering at me the whole time. I am probably going to be forced into dealing with that. Well, no matter. I have work to do...

And once I finished that work, I brought up my concerns.

"Ria still appears to be anxious around me."

"Wow. What did you do?"

"I did nothing aside from affirm the fact that I had none, and will not have, any intentions to hurt anyone here. Can you divine what I did wrong from that sequence of events?"

"Unfortunately, no. A miracle worker I may seem to be, but even I, Mira the Benevolent, have my limits..."

She stared into the metaphorical Darkness for a moment, then slapped her palm onto her forehead.

"Am I missing something?"

"Surprised it took me this long for me to find it. Did you take off your mask?"

...Excuse me? "Mask"?

"Can you please define what you mean by 'mask'?"

"You always have this weird look. As if your face was molded in clay. Whenever I see you smile, it feels as if you're a robot simply moving your face, not actually displaying emotion. Now, I won't pry, but it seems like you've been in a traumatic event, and closed your heart out to the world. WE aren't going to hurt YOU. What must be troubling Ria so much is that you're actively stamping out your emotions. She can detect that, you know. For a Riolu, that probably seems like someone actively sanding off their nails as they grow in."

...Oh.

"Ah. Well. You see. About that..."

In the span of a second, my brain, or whatever Nobody organ rest in my head, became overclocked. I racked it for every moment I had around her, studying here, making sure I had an accurate answer to the question:

"Can I trust her with my condition?"

The answer was a resounding 'yes'.

"...You, I lost me ability to-"

Now then, before I inform you about what happened after that, I would like to teach you something.

Schadenfreude.

Schadenfreude is the term used to describe the specific type of pleasure or joy you feel from knowing that someone else experienced pain, or hardship, or difficult trials.

Schadenfreude had to be what the Kingdom Hearts were feeling when I was metaphorically bent over and rawdogged by Ria when she force-fed me emotions using Force Palm (and kudos to her for learning how to learn it this young) on me, targeting the back of my head, without any sort of warning. Now, sure, I only felt emotion for approximately a minute or so. But, being that I was a being not meant to feel emotion, it felt like a decade of pure solidified agony. I was consistently flip-flopping between polar states; being too angry to do anything other than shudder; so scared that I felt like I was being stared down by every god of war, death, power, and similar aspects with a kick-me sign on my back; being so confused that it felt difficult to even begin thinking; and so WORRIED that it felt like the entirety of existence itself was committing brutal suicide and I was the only being that cared remotely. It was the closest thing to hell I had ever felt so far.

Which is why I am still asking how she became my starter.

Nobody Know-tes

The World of Pokemon

The variation of individualized diets is immense. Take, for instance, Horsea & Goldeen. Both are aquatic, piscine, water-type pokemon. Their diets, however, are vastly different; while Goldeen are usually fed Liechi-soaked Slowpoke tail & consumer Shellder meat sauteed with salac juice with the occasional supplement meant to assist in horn growth & assure that their fins develop properly, Horsea are fed a Lansat & Kombu soup-like dish & a Petaya-Haban combo shake, meant to ensure that they don't hurt themselves through uncontrolled use of powerful special attacks & to ensure that their latent draconic powers develop properly. I shudder at how much work one would need to go through to become a chef in this World.