The strangely automatic nurse had told me that Muffin would be fine, and that he needed to go on a major diet. She suggested giving him poison-type pokepellets since most poison type food was very lean, instead of the very hearty amount of dark-type pellets we had been feeding him for most of his life.
I had walked home and explained to my mother that Muffin had gotten hurt and so I took him to the pokecenter to be checked out. She had tried getting me to explain how he had gotten hurt, but I refused to elaborate. I instead told her that Muffin needed to go on a serious diet and fled to my room. I had slipped on my pajamas and glanced at the clock. 7:43pm. my stomach rumbled and I decided to sneak into the kitchen to steal some food.
Now we didn't have the largest kitchen in the world. I always heard my mom complaining about how the sink was too close to the oven or something like that. The entirety of the kitchen was crammed onto one wall, while the rest of the kitchen had cleaning supplies shoved into the corner halfheartedly. The wall opposite to the kitchen wall was a connector to the dining room. The two remaining walls were doorways that connected to the living room, where my mom lazed on the couch talking with someone on the phone with the TV on low.
I had successfully tip-toed into the kitchen and was scrounging around for food that I didn't need to cook. In the tall cabinet beside the refrigerator, I successfully found bread, so I got the idea to make a sandwich. I cracked open the fridge and propped it open with a vacuum cleaner to keep it from slamming close. On the little bit of counter space we had, I put down a napkin and placed down two slices of bread. I pulled out the strawberry jelly jar and carefully slid out a butter knife. I spread on the jelly on both slices of bread and screwed back on the top. I pulled out the butter and slathered it on, leaving huge chunks of butter in certain places like smooth rocks. I put the jelly and butter away quietly and pulled out a large back of chips.
What I didn't expect was a loud crunching noise that caused the talking in the living room to cease. I let out a meep and snatched up my unhealthy dinner, then rushed down the hall. The bag of chips crinkling all the way.
I slammed my door shut behind me and locked the knob. I rubbed my head, then plopped down on the carpet. I cracked the chip bag open, happily ignoring the loud noise that it made from behind the protection of my locked door. I popped some chips in my mouth and found after the fifth chip that my mouth had become rather dry. I reached out for my drink, but found that I was grasping at air.
Darn it. I grumbled as I unlocked the door. I peaked outside, but saw no looming mother with her death stare of doom. I retraced my steps to the kitchen and cracked open the fridge quietly. I pulled out a coke can from the eight pack and closed the fridge slowly.
"No, she doesn't know yet." I heard the authoritative voice of my mother hiss from the living room. I felt curiosity ebb at me until I just had to keep listening.
I crept closer to where I could hear my mom's voice better, the coke can cooling down my hand.
"I'm still not sure if it's a good idea..." I heard her pause. "Well, yes. But what if she gets h-" The voice on the other end of the line seemed to have interrupted her. "I know." Her tone was forced. "Why can't I protect my baby girl for a little longer?" My mom sighed. "I know it will only get worse the more she is cooped up, but shouldn't we explain anyth-" Another interruption I presumed. The voice on the other line seemed familiar, and I could only assume it was Dad. Although it might be my cousin, they sound alike, but I haven't seen my cozen since team Plasma was taken out. "Alright. Fine. When it's the right time, I'll te-"
"no!" A voice could be heard from the other line clearly before it resumed to intangible muffles.
"Fine. I'll tell her in a little while." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Alright. Love you, see you in a month." I blinked. My mom hated my cousin... So it must be my Dad! I patted myself on the back for my amazing detective skills and headed back to my room.
When I shut the door behind me I realized what I had figured out.
Dad was coming back in a month! I squealed in my head with glee. I jumped onto my bed, shaking up my coke in the process. Dad's coming home! Dad's coming home! I rolled around childishly until I was out of breath.
Dad's coming home... My grin slowly morphed into a frown. Dad's coming home! I jumped off my bed and started pacing. My dad didn't want me to go on a journey. And if he came home, I would never get to go! I gripped my head as the prospect of never leaving submerged me in an icy bath of shock. I-I need to train now! I looked around in a panic as I realized I had left my baseball at the park! I felt my pockets in a hurry, then paused when I felt a small round object, about the size of a ping pong ball in my pocket.
What? I pulled out the ball and realized in a shock what it was.
It was a pokeball.
How did I get this?
I pushed the button on the ball and it expanded so fast that I jumped in shock, sending the ball to the ground. I quickly picked it up and noted that even though it was now the size of my baseball, it was much lighter. As if the ball was a hallow, plastic ping pong ball instead of a metal, baseball sized ball used to capture monsters 400x it's size. The top was a stark red, but when I looked closer, I saw it was only tinted red, and you could see inside. I popped the ball open and poked and prodded at the contents inside, the technology shiny and new.
I determined that it was clearly magic and shrunk it down. I felt something glaring at the back of my head and turned to see Muffin glaring at me.
"What?" I asked him, annoyed that he interrupted me when I was about to start my training. I blinked as I felt something at the tips of my fingertips. I felt it crawl up my arm and bubble inside me. I blinked. "What th-"
Traitor.
I froze. My mind drew a blank as I tried to process what had just happened. I just thought something, without thinking. It was like suddenly waking up with an extra foot on your face. The stunky was still glaring, but I also felt a shiver of confusion run up my spine.
"D-Did you just talk?" I felt numb as shock ran through my system like burning fire. A silence filled the air, thick enough you could cut it. The skunk glanced around the room, then turned to me.
No?
"There it was again!" I cried out as I jumped onto my bed. "Y-You can talk!?"
NO! What?! No! This is talking!
"Stunnnnnky!" Muffin let out a yowl.
"Oh my god." I started breathing quicker and quicker. "You can talk..."
NO I CAN'T! I saw Muffin start running around in circles. STOP UNDERSTANDING ME!
"oh my GOD!" I gripped onto my head. "This isn't happening... This isn't happening..." I started rocking back and fourth, my breathing erratic.
STOP IT! STOP IT! Muffin froze, then fell over on his side. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!? WHAT'S HAPPENING? Muffin then started flailing around, trying to get back up. Dammit. PICK ME UP!
"NO! Not until you answer my questions!" I scooted towards the wall. He stopped wiggling around for a minute and I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat. "How long have you been able to speak?"
I just found out RIGHT NOW! It was so strange having my own thoughts screaming at me...
"So you HAVEN'T been hiding this?" I stressed.
NO! I can't keep secrets! I blurt them out so quickly I set records!
"So... What are you doing right now then?..." I questioned as I scooted closer.
I-I'm just... Thinking of things I want to say to you... and... It is?
"Oh god... You're... some.. weird.. Psychic dark poison type hybrid..." I rubbed my head. "I knew you weren't a pure breed..."
W-What?... You know, it doesn't matter. He barked out a laugh.. I'm just going insane..
"No, if anything, I'm insane..." I paused as an awful idea sprung forward. "Or.." I remained silent.
Or what? Muffin tried to flip himself back over, but remained on his side.
"What if we are just in a cartoon?" I suggested.
What?
"Think about it! In every cartoon I've ever seen, there is always some sort of talking pokemon!" I pointed to him. "And you're the main character! You're gonna save the world!"
Don't be crazy! Muffin tried to get up again. This time I picked him up. This is real life, stop it.
A silence remained between us. We both looked around the room awkwardly until I decided to pip in.
"So..." I looked down at him. "That just happened..."
So... um... Muffin looked down at his paws.
"I... er..." I stared at my feet. "I'm... going to go to bed..."
Ah.. Alright.. um...
"I mean... I have a lot to think over..."
Yeah... I'm just going to hide under your bed...
"And... yeah..."
We both sat there, just bathing in the surrealist of it all. I eventually got ready for bed and laid down, trying to sleep.
Oh... my... god...