THAT GLACEON: RECOLLECTIONS

Hi guys! Today, we'll be looking at a day in the bustling city of West Latias! Come with me, let's take a look and see!

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Julley was an ordinary Umbreon, with his rings in the respective places and his fur a jet black colour. Hang on… Something isn't right about that sentence.

You're in the wrong universe. Doofus.

Damn. I get it. You didn't have to call me a doofus. Alright, fine. Let's try that again.


THAT GLACEON: RECOLLECTIONS

I swear, I can explain this. This wasn't my idea. It was a bunch of lunatics in the Discord server. I'm pretty sure this all started off as an elaborate joke, but once the ball started rolling, it was difficult to stop it. You know who you are, though! Anyways… Well, here we go, I suppose.

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Julie was an ordinary Umbreon, with her rings in the respective places and her fur a jet black colour. Begrudgingly trudging into her school, she minded her business upon walking past her fellow students, that all seemed to be taller than her, bigger than her, and a million times more social than her. It wasn't easy being someone as timid as she was, especially when it involved having to survive with hormone-fuelled teenagers five days a week.

The massive hallways complimented her slim figure. By compliment, we mean made her even more self conscious than it already did.

I hate school, so, so much. Why can't it just be Friday already?

You know I feed on your complaints. Also, it was Friday three days ago. Stingy.

Ah, yes. The final thing that was neglected to mention; her conscious was a manipulative voice in her head that could really do with some shutting up.

She turned a corner, then another, and finally reached the hallway that had her form class at it's very end, as well as a staircase off to the left that led down to a lower floor. It had been surprisingly quiet for a Monday morning.

"Hm hm hm-hm, hm hm hm, hm hm-hm…"

Julie became stiff like the weird thing between boys' legs when they peek into the girls shower rooms. She hadn't quite the best grasp on sexual education. However, she definitely recognised that humming. The same humming she heard in that bassy B flat key. What were they humming? None other than 'MetagrossVania' by Toby Delphox. A timeless classic. To the Umbreon, though, it was as good as a warning siren.

Looking left and right, the dark type barrelled into the nearest open locker, and hastily (yet carefully) shut the door behind her. She shut her eyes, and laid in wait. That humming was getting louder.

"Hmhm… Come on, Julie. You can't keep hiding from me forever. I know you're somewhere around here. I can smell you, even."

Now, Julie had began to shake in fear. How did he know she was here?

The Umbreon sniffed her armpits.

Of course! She was using her Rawst berry scented shampoo, a real head-turner here in East Latias.

Through the horizontal gratings of the lockers, she had seen a quadrupedal Pokemon jacketed with a brilliant white coat. An Absol, none other than Avi. Among the boys, he was rivalled by no one due to his strength, speed and aggression. Yet, among the girls, he didn't seem to be very interested in them. There was one exception to this clause, however, and that was the shivering Umbreon who had stuffed herself inside of some random person's locker.

"Come out, Julie. You can't proclaim your love for me through a metal sheet, now can you?" sneered the Absol. Nevertheless, Julie stayed put. She, yourself, and everyone else reading this knew that it wasn't worth the trouble. "You and I don't want our patience to wear thin. Unless…?"

Avi seemed to grow tired of waiting for nothing. Therefore, he took it upon himself to pry open each individual locker door until he found what he wanted.

It was only a matter of time until she had been made, and now, Julie's quivers became a minor panic.

Oh, Arceus, please don't let him find me! H-H-He's weird, makes me uncomfortable, and does that thing where he lowers his eyelids a little bit and it makes me feel weird! Do something!

Alright… But you aren't gonna like it.

W-What?

Julie's pleas didn't seem to receive a verbal answer. However, she began to hear what sounded like an extremely creaky door opening and closing rhythmically.

"Eee, uur… Eee, uur… Eee, uur… Eee, uur…"

Weirdly enough, Avi seemed to notice it as well. He had stopped his endeavours, and looked toward the door that had led back to the main school hallways.

"For goodness' sake… Don't tell me it's that brainless, bumbling, br-"

"PULLIN' OUT THE PC BOX, TOLD 'EM FUCK JENNY FUCK SWAT, BUSTIN' POKEBALLS IN THE BOX, I JUST CAUGHT 'EM ALL IN THE BOX, HAD TO PUT A LEEK IN THE BOX, MMM!"

Uh oh… I think I know who that is.

A Typhlosion, with a Blaziken in tow, skipped down the hallway, singing in perfect unison.

Geez… How much time do these guys spend trying to memorise lyrics of just one song!

You'd be surprised (insert mike emote here).

Upon approaching Avi, it could be supposed that neither of the chanting fire types had noticed the Absol stood in the hallway, because the leading Typhlosion had immediately stopped in their tracks, making the trailing avian bump into their back and land on the floor.

"Ow! Hey!" exclaimed the Blaziken, rubbing her sore backside. "C'mon, it was just getting to the good part, Tyra! Or Francine! Or whatever the Charizard in the back wants to name you!"

"Firstly, it's Francine. Tyra was a phase because I thought the name was lame. Secondly, I just wanted to mind this… Umm… Fine gentleman."

The Blaziken stood up, acknowledging the "fine gentleman" that stood before them, proudly on all fours.

"Who…? Oh. It's you."

Julie watched carefully and tensely, as Avi turned to look at the fire and fighting type with eyes that could rip and tear.

"Don't you have somewhere to be? I just polished my claws yesterday, and the last thing I'd want to do is stain the red because I ran into a couple of clowns."

"Ooo, how manly! Getting a manicure! Do ya want a foot massage with it, too? We serve knuckle sandwiches at the café, alongside free fruit punch refills! If you're vegan, there's smash potatoes available as a side!" menaced the avian, cracking her knuckles. "That last one sounded a little weird, but you get the point!"

Francine, who was now hidden behind her hot-headed cohort, tapped the slightly taller Blaziken's shoulder. "Umm… Brenda? Why wouldn't manicure be manly if it had the word 'man' in it?"

"N-No, you see, the man bit comes from Kanto."

"Ohh… I get it… O-Oh! Don't forget the frappucino one we made yesterday."

"Oh yeah! Good call." Brenda turned back to her serrated rival after a brief pep talk, showing no signs of backing down. "By the way, if you're a big fan of CarraCosta drinks, you should try our iced, mocha, Scrappucino!"

"Good one, Brenda."

"Thanks dude."

Avi was slightly confused whether they were threatening him, or trying to take him out for a Sunday brunch. Either way, their battle of fierce attrition and food puns had come to a swift end, as the Absol spotted the shadow of a looming monster show against the floor behind the fiery duo. Hence, he began to back away.

"This isn't over, chicken." grumbled Avi, turning on his heel to shoot down the stairs and out of sight.

"That's right! Go on, Jogboy! GO! THESE. HALLWAYS. BELONG. TO. BRENDA. BURSYAMOOOoooo…"

Brenda's battle cry faded away, as her gaze gradually rotated to discern the nightmarish creature that stood behind her: Vice Principal Latias.

The legendary Pokemon - who somehow found enough compassion to be working in a school full of nincompoops - merely grabbed the wailing Blaziken by… Whatever that 'V' thing is on her head, and commenced dragging her off to what Julie presumed was the principal's office.

"YOU CAN TAKE AWAY MY VOICE, BUT YOU'LL NEVER TAKE AWAY MY SPIRIT! HOENN IS THE LAND OF THE FREE!" screamed the fidgeting Blaziken, overcome by the 9am screamy hormones.

Francine shook her head, going off in the opposite direction, probably to form room.

Once the Typhlosion was out of sight, Julie took the time to thank her luck and her slim stature, before cautiously opening the locker door.

"G-G-Geez…" she murmured, stretching out her arms. "I thought I was going to be in there forever…"

"...In where forever?"

"WHAW!"

Julie flew up to the ceiling. Well, she would've if she had the physical strength. In this instance, she had been startled half a metre off the ground. The masculine voice had come from behind her.

After picking up her dropped bits of dignity, the Umbreon got a good look at the sneaky bastard. As it would turn out, it was an Eeveelution just like her. However, this Pokemon was a lovely maya blue all around. A pair of floppy ears hung from their temples like banners of pride. The cherry on top was the irresistible smile on their face.

"Umm… H-Hi…" said Julie, falling sick to the Glaceon's excellent twinkle.

"Hi! Sorry for scaring you." chirped the ice type, cocking his head and sticking his tongue out.

"Umm, yeah… It's alright..."

Oh. My. Me. This conversation is so dry, your pussy probably makes fun of it.

S-Shut up! Stop being so weird! I'm pretty sure this guy'll go away soon.

"I'm Casey, by the way." the Glaceon added, sticking out a paw. "I'm new here!"

Julie reluctantly met the freezing cold paw with one of her own. "T-T-That's great. I'm Julie."

"Huh? Did you say Julley?"

"N-No, Julie. Julley sounds ridiculous."

"Haha, I know, right. I don't think I would've been able to take you seriously, Julie!" joked Casey. Even though she was the butt of the jester, Julie found herself inwardly giggling, and somehow it made it out.

"Aha, w-well thanks for being honest."

It's hard to explain, but I kinda like the aura this guy gives off. It's sorta welcoming.

Oh! Is the lemon finally here? Great, let me just take my belt off.

...What are you talking about?

...Wrong channel.

Casey had taken a step closer to the Umbreon, breaching her personal space. She didn't seem to have any complaints about it. She wasn't a fire type, but Julie could feel her body temperature shooting up. Ironically, it was proportional to the distance between herself and the living freezer that gazed into her eyes with sparking amethyst gems of his own.

"Hey, Julie? Do you mind if we talk a bit more at lunch?" offered the Glaceon, cooly smiling as he started walking toward the form class at the end of the hallway - the same one she had been meaning to go to this entire time.

"S-Sure we can." the dark type replied, swivelling about also, and following closely behind the fresh snow Pokemon. "Is this your form room? I t-think we share the same tutor."

"Oh, cool, it is! How about we get registered, then we'll see about the cafeteria!"

"S-Sure, y-yeah."


So, there it is. Does it end there? We'll see based on the feedback this approach gets. Regardless, it's short for a reason lol. That Sylveon is my main meal, so that's what I'd moreso be working on. Anyways, enjoy your day!

-LuanOTP