The character list.

Sylveon(male)-Ryan

Glaceon(female)- Brooklyn

Jolteon(male)- Blake

Leafeon(female)-Nicole

Flareon(male)-Felix

Espeon(female)-Katelyn

Umbreon(male)- Max

Vaporeon(female)-Joyce

Eevee(female)- Lynn

sunset lovers by PETIT BISCUIT.

The crisp air of an autumn's evening blows leaves pasted a slightly discolored glaceon on top of a second-story balcony. The glaceon took long sips on a cup of lukewarm tea as she studied the autumn colors. She always loved watching nature even if a part of her couldn't be there. She always loved the sounds, the smells, the breathtaking sites that everyone took for granted. She even loved the tiny things that she barely felt, like how the grass would feel underneath her paws or the wind in her fur. But those things felt like a distant dream to her. She could never live out her life in nature, not as long as her trainer was around. Day in and day out, she was to be a pet, a form of entertainment for the human that she lived with. In return, she got food, water, clothes, shelter, and everything that she would ever want, everything except for the life she wanted.

"Brooklyn! are you ready?" A young lady yelled from down a long corridor. It was her trainer, a smart young girl with a short temper. She was born into wealth and given anything that she could have ever dreamed of. It also wouldn't be surprising if she didn't know the meaning of no.

"Brooklyn!" She yelled again, inpatient with the response she got.

"Coming!" The glaceon yelled even though her words would be lost in translation. She ran pasts the open balcony doors, not bothering to clean up her tea. All that mattered was that Brooklyn had some poke-battles to watch with her trainer.

"There you are, Brooklyn. Are you ready for the poke-leagues?" Brooklyn nodded her head vigorously at her trainer's question. This was the only time that she ever got to go outside. Even though it was an unpleasant experience. The feeling that she got when she was outdoor made it all worth it to her.

"Ok, go get your harness, and I'll meet you a the door." Brooklyn eagerly ran towards the door where her harness was kept hanging on a coat hanger just in reach. Luckily for both of them, they didn't have to go far to reach the door, or at least it wasn't far from the perspective of the house. And as expected, Brooklyn was the first to the door where she tried to get her harness off the wall. Just minutes later, her trainer walked down the steps to see the struggling glaceon.

"Oh, I always forget that you can't grab the harness by yourself," she commented as she grabbed the harness. She then dropped to her knees, where Brooklyn had her back facing her, ready for her to put the harness on.

"You always seem so excited to go out on the town. Maybe I should take you out more." She thought to herself while she put on the harness. Once it was on, she grabbed a leash that matched the color of the glaceon. In fact, the outfit that Brooklyn was wearing matched her fur perfectly, But she still hated it.

"Ok, let's go." her trainer pulled open the door where the fresh smell of autumn hit her nose in a blasted of fresh air. When she saw the grass and trees in front of her, she just wanted nothing more than to run out and dance in the grass, But she knew better than that. They both walked to the car, where Brooklyn got to sit in the front seat next to her trainer. When her trainer turned on the vehicle, Brooklyn rolled down her window, wanting to stick her head out like a dog would before they got to the vet. When they hit the road, Brooklyn finally started to feel the wind in her fur. She let her tongue flop out when they hit the free-way. Only a short 10 minuted drive until they got to the Stadium. Of course, they were there before Brooklyn could even think about being bored. The two of them hopped out of the car after Brooklyn's trainer parked it. The leash pulled tight against Brooklyn's chest as they walk to the Stadium. Other trainers that passed them judged Brooklyn's trainer for making her wear a leash. But she was blissfully unaware. Brooklyn and her trainer reached the ticket booth where she waited. While Brooklyn was waiting for her trainer, she saw a nervous-looking jolteon staring at her and her trainer. So naturally, Brooklyn asked the jolteon what he was doing.

"Hey, why are you staring at me?" Brooklyn asked.

"Why are you on a leash?" The jolteon asked back.

"um, I don't know. Something about me running away all the time," Brooklyn answered the jolteon.

"Do you hate your trainer or something?" the jolteon asked. This question made Brooklyn think a little. She didn't hate her trainer. Of course, their things that she wished her trainer wouldn't do, but that didn't mean she hated her.

"No, I don't hate my trainer." She answered after a bit of thought.

"Well, It sure took you a while to figure that out." The jolteon prodded, not sure of her answer.

"How about your trainer?" She returned the question.

"Nah, He's a good trainer." The electric type answered.

"Besides when the League's roll around." He added after some thought.

"what happens around the Leagues?"

"We both get really stressed." He answered.

"Wait, your battling in the league?" She asked, not realizing that he was a battle pokemon.

"yeah."

"I'll be cheering you on then," Brooklyn said in support.

"well, thank you."

"come on, Brooklyn. We got to go before all the seats are all taken." Her trainer said, and like that, Brooklyn got dragged away from the ticket booth. Leaving the jolteon alone in his thoughts.

"Seriously, why does she have a harness on?" The jolteon whispered to himself.

"Hey, Blake. are you ready for the first battle." The Jolteon's trainer asked him from the backroom. He just nodded his head to say yes even though he was scared to fail again.

"Great, come on. The battle about to start." Blake walks back with his trainer, where there were Pokemon of all sorts and types around. Blake started to get more nervous when he saw some of the ground types that were competing. Then his trainer turned around and started comforting him.

"Hey, Blake. I get that your nervous, but you're going to do great. I know it." Blake moved closer and nuzzled his trainer cheek as a sort of thanks.

"Here." his trainer said before picking him up and carrying him. Blake didn't fight him at all. Letting him take him to where the battle was. Some of the other Pokemon snickered when they saw the jolteon, but they didn't say anything. They finally got to a dugout part of the Stadium and waited for the other opponent. While they were waiting, Blake scanned the seats to see if he could find that glaceon. She still didn't answer his question.

"Are you looking for someone?" his trainer asked. Blake just nodded his head.

"I don't think any of my family is going to be here." Blake shook his head to say no. that wasn't the person that he was looking for. But the person that he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

"who are you looking for then?" He asked. The jolteon shrugged his shoulder in response, But his trainer didn't get to say anything before a loudspeaker system started announcing the battles.

"FOR THE FIRST BATTLE WE ARE GOING TO START WITH THE LOSER BRACKET. FIRST UP ON OUR LIST, BLAKE THE JOLTEON VS DUKE THE SANDSLASH."

"Shit," Blake muttered to himself, having the disadvantage in the first fight of loser bracket. How could he get any more unlucky?

"Hey, we're going to do great I just know it." His trainer said as he went out onto the Arena. Blake followed shortly behind, dreading every second. The crowd started cheering as soon as the fighters got onto the Arena. Even though Blake has been in this position millions of times, he still felt that anxiety. His heart rate skyrocketed as he got into his starting position. The Arena felt oddly silent, even with the thousands of people and Pokemon screaming. He felt like it was just him and his opponent. Blake got himself ready for the ensuing battle while his opponent did the same. Any second now, they would start the fight, and he was going to get beaten down. Like he did millions of times before. Why would this time be different than the last? Did he really think that he was going to lose to a Sandslash? Was he? These were just some of the questions that riddled his mind. And Blake just couldn't shake any of these questions out of his mind.

"AND THE BATTLE IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE," the loud grainy speakers announced. This threw Blake out of his train of thought, back into the Stadium with thousands of spectators. The anxiety that Blake felt before all of a sudden turned into fear. He was going to get destroyed; he was going to fail, and he knew that. Blake was going to disappoint the thousands of people watching. He was going to disappoint the judges that were watching and waiting. And that Blake was going to disappoint the one person Blake wanted to impress the most, his trainer. But that was impossible, he was going to fail, and he knew it.

"TRAINERS, GET YOURSELF READY." This was it. He was going to fail his trainer. The trainer that raised him, the trainer that supported him threw thick and thin. The person that gave up so much so that they could be here and live a dream that they both wanted. But that dream would never come true.

"POKEMON, GET READY." He would never be worth anything. He was worthless. Why would anyone want a pathetic jolteon like him? He just worthless, weak, useless, stupid, and a failure.

He was a failure...

He would never be worth anything.

He was a pathetic piece of trash that was a pitiful mess.

He should just give up.

He wouldn't win, so why is he trying?

Why try?

Why is he trying?

Stop trying.

You aren't going to win.

You're just a dull, useless piece of trash.

You're weak.

Useless.

Pitiful.

Stupid.

Worthless!

"AND LET THE BATTLE BEGEN." Now the tears were flowing, and he couldn't stop them. So, instead, he ran. He let the thoughts drive his actions as he attacked the Sandslash, dodging every one of his attacks almost flawlessly. He was just concentrating on the Sandslash, so much so that he ignored his trainer's commands. The anger and sadness started to take control of him. He began to forget where he was and what he was doing. All he knew was that he was a failure and that he had to win. He had to impress his trainer. He had to make it up to him.

"Blake! What are you doing!" His trainer yelled, but it was no use. His trainer's word just bounced around in his head, but he didn't care. He just wanted to make him happy, and he could. He just had to win.

"Blake! Watch out!" His trainer yelled, trying to warn the hysterical jolteon, But it was too late. The Sandslash used Dig, and Blake didn't notice, not like he was in the right state of mind to recognize the attacks.

CRASH*

The half-dazed jolteon was on the other side of the Arena before he could even register what happened to him. Blake laid on his back, trying to comprehend what just happened to him when he saw the same glaceon from the ticket booth. No, that not her. She a shiny the other one was just a normal glaceon. But she has the same leash on. Is that the same glaceon?

"Why is Blake staring at you?" a young Eevee asked the shiny glaceon.

"I don't know, but if he doesn't move, then he going to get knocked out by Duke." The shiny glaceon mentioned.

"Wait, oh no. BLAKE, MOVE! YOUR GOING TO LOSE IF YOU DON'T!" the Eevee yelled, trying to help the jolteon, but it was too late. The Sandslash already caught up with the distance he threw the jolteon. And before the Jolteon could do anything to stop the Sandslash, he was hit with a sandstorm that blinded him.

"Oh no. Come on, you can do this, Blake!" The enthusiastic Eevee cheered.

"Wow, you are really into this, aren't you." The glaceon said to the Eevee.

"Yeah, my mom's trainer never lets me watch or battle in poke-battles." The young Eevee explained.

"Really? My trainer won't ever shut up about them."

"Lucky, My mom doesn't ever want me to get hurt in the battles." The small Eevee pouted.

"Well, is your mother here?" The glaceon asked.

"Yeah, she right over there." The Eevee said, pointing to a vaporeon that was sitting next to a young man.

"That your mother? She looks pretty young." The glaceon question the Logistics of her existence.

"Hey! Brooklyn! I got you something from the concession stand." The glaceon's trainer yelled out from her seat. This got the attention of the young Eevee, who felt pretty hungry at the mention of food.

"Aw, your trainer got you food." the jealous Eevee said.

"Yeah, didn't your trainer get you some food?"

"No, he said that he couldn't afford it, even though this poke-tournament is really expensive to watch." This disappointed the Eevee.

"Well, you can have some of my food if you want. I don't really like the food at the concession stand anyways." Brooklyn offered.

"Really?" The Eevee's face lit up in glee as she sprinted over to Brooklyn's trainer.

"Wait, be careful! She might think you're trying to steal the food." Brooklyn warned. The Eevee stop, waiting for the glaceon to catch up. They walked over to Brooklyn's trainer, where there was a plate of hotdogs.

"I know you don't like the food from here, but I got you some anyways." Brooklyn's trainer said when they got close. The sight of the hotdogs made the little Eevee's mouth water. She couldn't remember the last time she had hotdogs, but she knew that they were delicious. And the smell just enticed her even more. The Eevee jumped up onto the seat and took one of the hotdogs from the plate, practically inhaling it. Before anyone could even blink, the first hotdog was gone.

"Hey, wow, slow down. You're going to choke if you keep on eating like that!" Brooklyn said to the Eevee, who was already halfway through the second hotdog.

"What, they're good." The Eevee said with a bite of the hotdog in her mouth. Surprisingly, there wasn't a crumb anywhere around her.

"Well, just slow down. I don't want you to choke."

"Ok."

"Um, who's your friend right there, Brooklyn?" her trainer asked about the Eevee vacuum. Brooklyn shrugged her shoulders as if to say that she didn't know her.

"Ok." Brooklyn's trainer just accepted the answer.

CRASH*

That was the jolteon again. Sent flying into the ground where we will see if the battle continued.

"Oh no, poor Blake. He might not get up." The Eevee said, still eating the hotdogs.

"well, if he doesn't, then I could go talk to him since my seat is VIP." The glaceon said, with clear intention to talk to him.

"Wait, really?! You can go talk to the battlers?!" The Eevee screamed in excitement.

"Yeah, if your name is on the VIP list," Brooklyn said casually.

"Oh... My name isn't going to be on the list." The Eevee said in a sad tone.

"Sure it is. I'll know if you are on the list or not since my trainer's family runs the poke-League in this town."

"Really." the Eevee said, cheering up a bit at this news.

"yeah, I just need to know your name."

"Lynn." The Eevee responded. Lynn's name didn't ring any bells in Brooklyn's mind, but she didn't want to make the Eevee sad so.

"Well, what about your mother's name?" Brooklyn asked, trying to get the Eevee in.

"Joyce," Lynn responded. This again didn't ring any bells in her mind, but she figured that no one would mind if she brought them with her.

"Oh, yeah, you're in the VIP section. Just follow me when the battle was over." Brooklyn lied.

"REALLY?!" Lynn squealed in excitement, almost making Brooklyn regret saying that.

"Yeah. Let's just watch the battle."

"But, the battle is over already." Lynn pointed out.

"We missed that much of the battle, whatever. Let's go talk to the jolteon."

"Ok!" The Eevee said, squealing in excitement as they walked.

"But we're going to have to go get your mother," Brooklyn said, turning around to find her mother.

"I can't wait!" Lynn squealed, and when Lynn saw her mother, she ran up to her. Screeching about how they were going to see the Battlers.

"Hey, Lynn, calm down. I can't understand you when your shrieking like that." Lynn's mother said.

"Hi, you must be Joyce, right? I'm Brooklyn. Nice to meet you." Brooklyn greeted, her privileged upbringing starting to show itself.

"Oh... uh... hi. Yeah, I'm Joyce. How did you know my name?"

"I told her. But mom, can I go with her down to the VIP area to meet the Battlers?" The little Eevee interrupted, begging her mother to go.

"uh, what? The VIP area... Honey, you know our trainer can't afford that. We could barely get in here without the help of one of our friends." The vaporeon said.

"don't worry about it. It's on your ticket." Brooklyn decided to stick with the lie.

"Really? It's on our ticket," Joyce said, a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Yeah, you both can come down to the VIP section if you want." Lynn looked at her mother with puppy dog eyes attempting to get her mother to say yes. And it seemed like it worked since the tiny bit of anger and frustration all when away when she looked a the Eevee.

"yeah, you can go. But only if I get to come with." Joyce said the last part playfully.

"YAY!" Lynn yelled, running away to the VIP area. The both of them followed the ecstatic Eevee, though they weren't as fast as her. While Brooklyn was walking with Joyce and Lynn, she noticed that Joyce was muttering, almost as if she was mad at someone.

"Joyce, are you ok?" Brooklyn asked.

"Yeah, it's just that my trainer wastes all his money on a stupid VIP ticket, and now I don't know how I'm going to explain to Lynn that we're probably aren't going to eat this week." Joyce ranted.

"Wait, why wouldn't you two be able to eat if you got this VIP ticket?" Brooklyn asked, her privileged background not allowing her to understand the struggles of poverty.

"Because we wouldn't have enough money," Joyce answered her privileged question.

"But can't you just ask your trainer's parents?" Brooklyn asked. Her question was met with a tiny chuckle from Joyce.

"Yeah, right, his mother would just laugh us off and. Said give me the 2k you owe me, and I'll think about it."

This is the end of what I wrote.

I really want to finish this story, but I haven't given you any updates, so I'll give you the whole story later.