To those who have read the last few pages, hello! You might be confused, befuddled, or even wondering if the writer is on something right now. Sadly to say, I'm completely sober. Not like I could get any strong alcohol or off-the-shelf drugs without getting chased out by Joy and her trusty walking pink egg.

Speaking of coping mechanisms, my therapist assigned me this little journal to write down what has happened in my daily life, something about 'appreciating the details of living,' or whatever. Now looking back at the previous paragraphs, it was a good try, if I say so myself, but I think it made me look like I was schizophrenic and had taken too much Adderall. So with all my infinite wisdom, I do the simplest thing to patch up any holes in the last passage, which is to add context.

So, once again, hello to any burglar, thief, vagabond, or criminal who is part of a gang whose name starts with the moniker 'Team,' you found my book. I'm actually honored to be targeted since I live pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It takes some effort to get out of your way to rob me, so I'm impressed you somehow got this far. Just to let you know, you are about to be tackled and pinned to the ground by a bunch of Sylveon, so don't say I didn't warn you. Anywho, you probably are wondering, 'Who is this dashing writer who lives near the plains northeast of Lake Verity?' as you are likely a nosy friend, one of my mons who I swore I knew they could read, or the same criminal who is still reading while being pulled by the limbs Mongolian style.

I'm staling too much, fine. My name is Noah. You happy? My full name is Noah H. Dawson, and I am originally from the good ol' US of A. That's right, 'originally.' I'm an "immigrant," by legal terms, with dual citizenship with Sinoh and a country I bet you have never heard of. Not like I could go ba Ignore that last part. Right now, I'm just writing what comes to mind. Oh, right. What I wrote before. The whole 'multiple Sylveon' business. I could spend an hour or two profiling my roommates living in my estate. Why not?

The first one who forced me to have a caffeine addiction would be Abigail. Okay, a bit of a hyperbole. She pushed me to wake up at an ungodly hour which drove me to have a caffeine addiction. There, much better. She has sky blue eyes with rose pink fur, which is the fluffiest, by the way (Abigail is proud of being soft, so I have to tell her occasionally she is 'the floofiest' before she gets all clingy). As described by my morning routine, she is practically an early riser despite me being the trainer who does everything around here. Not that I could complain, I'm actually quite the sloth if you leave me alone for too long. So Abigail is my metaphorical kick in the pants. I very much appreciate it, or nothing will get done if I do things my way.

Her personality is really the hallmark of what makes Abigail, Abigail. Happy, friendly, and energetic. I have never seen her angry, only 'mildly upset,' if that makes sense? Like how I have written about her last time, she tends to get these childish silent, yet expecting stares. Her face visibly states, 'please do this?' as she gave me that look. Abigail gives an air of innocence that I have barely found anyone who doesn't outright tell her "no." A social butterfly that wants to greet others with a smile. I guess that's why I named her Abigail. Since she is fueled by sunshine and positivity, I assumed she could form rainbows with a thought. "But Noah!" you exclaim, "Should you have named her Bonnie or Joy?" To that, I have one straightforward answer:

1) No.

Two more complex answers:

1) There is already a Bonnie and enough Joys to shake a Happiny at. I don't want any confusion later.

2) I can imagine both would be very supportive of a pokemon being named after them, but I don't want to give them the satisfaction.

So Abigail would be Abigail, and that's final, Abigail! (I think she looks up to them, and to me, that's terrifying.)

Next on the list would be my little food critic, William. William has azure eyes with salmon-pink fur, with a build that is a little on the 'big-boned' side. But don't let his look fool you. When I have time to spot him, he tolerates, even plays with Abigail, and matches her pace when training. William's big mass size is not because of fat but toned muscle, despite the fact he ends his exercise gains by putting himself into a food coma at my expense. If I were to explain his modus operandi, be that he 'works hard, then plays hard.' A pokemon that is willing to try anything for the sake of the experience, especially regarding food. William is always first in line when I'm serving and takes the time to observe and assist in cooking. He helps by ferrying (Heh) dishes and utensils around in the kitchen, which is very useful when getting food out to the table faster. During the meal, William acts defensive about his share of food, like the fairy is starving after a fast. After the meal, he disappeared to do whatever the heck.

I don't know. To me, William has always been an enigma ever since I met him as an Eevee. He stays relatively close by so that he shall appear most of the time when I call him. That's the thing that always bugs me. He seems to spontaneously appear when I run into him. You would think such a hefty Sylveon would make noise when moving and have a bombastic presence, but no. Anytime I hide food, he finds it. Anytime I cook food and don't see him, I have had to count for a few seconds and turn around, only to spot him sitting down, waiting for me to start cooking. The times I accidentally ran into him because I didn't notice him at first. When I trip, he uses his body to cushion my fall without making a whimper.

In fact, as I write this, William reminds me of the 'big softy' personality type. Quiet, unassuming as a rock, but is there when you need him. He is also pampered to all hell. Like, seriously. I give him a dish with a glaring flaw, and he suddenly stops eating until others get the hint to follow suit. I guess his pickiness counterbalances his tolerance, but does he really have to paint me as the screwup and make a show of it?! Still, things wouldn't be the same without that big lug. I would not have been here without him.

One Sylveon with periwinkle eyes and cerise fur that we found is Pablo. That's right, 'found,' this will be a theme later. Those who travel abroad, they might ask, "What's the big deal? So you found a Sylveon, big whoop. You are literally surrounded by them." To that, I say, "Exactly!" because you don't just 'find' a Sylveon in the wild. Trainers should know by now the mechanics of an Eevee evolving into a Sylveon, and last I checked, the Sinoh Wilds is not a place I call 'friendly and fun central.' I don't think anyone around this region who doesn't have a pokedex in hand even knows what a Sylveon is. Pablo may have had a trainer before, or a wild Sylveon can appear, most likely when they find a mate or best friend for whom they are willing to lay down their life.

Anyway, the point is that I was surprised to encounter Palblo, let alone bond with him. Why was I surprised to connect with the fey? That is because of his initial personality. As shown in the last few pages, he is not only a bit of a clutz, but I think the underlying cause of his hesitation is his anxiety and lack of social experience. Palblo's loose and limp ribbons showcase his lack of self-confidence and fear of failure. I was lucky to be near him thanks to Abigail and her cheery attitude. I think she sold me off as someone who would feed and care for him, and for that, I am grateful so I can help someone in need.

Not like Pablo is completely accident-prone. He helps around the house by keeping track and talking to the other pokemon living near the estate, like a liaison. I don't think the meek Sylveon ever wants anyone to pity him, so Pablo tries to help where he can, although his rush may end up in an accident like the cup from earlier. Pablo sees everyone as a big family, with Abigail being the one he follows very closely. Pablo trying to emulate his big sister, despite being the juxtaposition to her outgoing demeanor. He even trained with her. The word is 'trained' because he doesn't like battling, not even to protect himself. And for that, I say good for him to try things that are uncomfortable for him. I am proud that Pablo is coming out of his shell and hope that he continues to mature and grow.

Next up is my overeager guard fey, Erza. Yes, that is a reference. But, no, I will not explain it. Erza has turquoise eyes and fuchsia fur with the tightest bows I have ever seen on a Sylveon. Those feelers can really hold their weight class, despite their fragile looks. One time I saw her keep a Mawile's bear trap of a mouthpiece open while it tried its damndest to tear into Erza's face. And Mawiles have the bite strength of a goddamn crocodile, or Krookodile in pokemon terms. So a fey named Erza is abnormally physical for her species. Go figure, I really shouldn't be surprised at this. I guess names do have power in this deranged reality that I live in.

Moving on. Erza's personality is kinda strict. I could relabel her in many ways. Straight-laced, stubborn, hard-headed, by-the-book, stalwart, you get the picture. An embodiment of 'I don't start trouble, I end it.' Erza stands attention whenever I call her, like a dutiful warrior. She wants to help so much it's pretty much her borderline necessity to find a way to make my burdens lighter. I kept telling Erza I could handle the chore, but she would not give me space until I relinquished my duty. She even yanked the things out of my arms when I stood my ground. Worst mistake I've made. Flipped onto my back, and Erza continued forward like a typical day. She bowed her head profusely after it caught up to her that she got forceful with me. I forgave her and used this as a reminder to myself to give her the job if she wanted it. Masculinity be damned.

Speaking of questionable relationships. With Erza's personality, you would think she doesn't stand Abigail, and you would be right! When I give attention and good job pats to Abigail, Erza looks like she wants to gain praise first. Erza sees Abigail as some rival, so much so that their sparing sessions get slightly too 'explodey' for my tastes. For Abigail, that little battle maniac looks like she is having a blast compared to Erza, who seems driven to surpass Abigail. Not everything is about strength for Erza, however. She does have a little bit of a familial side through all that tough bravado. Erza treats Pablo with respect and with me even more so. I don't know why she gets antsy around William. Probably just my imagination.

The last I will go over currently is Levi. He has navy-blue eyes with blush fur and is lanky in body type. Had to check over my shoulder because he tends to sleep on top of my dresser, don't know why he claimed it as his own, but it does tend to happen. What tends to happen, you may ask? Sleep in weird spots, sleeps in high places, or just sleep a lot in general? My answer is 'Yes.' Someday someone will question that I'm describing Levi as a Slackoth, I swear. Although lazy, he can be quite the character when you least expect it.

There was one time I saw Erza barking at him with undisguised loathing while he just sat there and quipped in between the pauses. This made Erza even more pissed that I had to step in before Levi got attacked. Whatever Levi said that I couldn't understand pushed the strict fey's buttons. I sat him aside to ask him not to escalate it further than necessary. Levi understood, and the matter was dropped, with only lingering glares from Erza at the opposite sides of the dinner table as a reminder. With that, I can at least understand why Erza can't stand him. Levi is suave, underachieving, and self-serving. The antithesis of what Erza stands for. Sometimes I can be frustrated at him, too, like when he expects a reward if he puts a modicum of effort into a task. But that is just how he operates, a 'help me, help you' mindset that I couldn't be surprised by why he learned telekinesis. The answer is that it makes his life easier, no joke.

Why do I still have him here, then? Because he really isn't that bad. Sure, he starts shit, but he also knows when to back off or when he goes too far. One time he upset Pablo, and before Erza sends Levi to outer space Team Rocket style, he actually tried to make it up to Pablo by showing him a few moves. He got off his bum and did something without looking for payment! Sure, he was under threat of death, but he still made an effort to teach Pablo instead of doing the bare minimum. I think he even took a shine to Pablo, but I couldn't be too sure as Erza put a restraining order on Levi not to approach Pablo before going through her.

And that's it for Levi, but you're curious about where he came from... I have no clue! He came out of nowhere, with other visitors coming soon after, but that's a story for another time. When I first met him, he was already a Sylveon, but I welcomed him all the same. He might not be the most sweet, but he can be a friendly, cool older sibling if he tries. He just needs to get those rough edges smoothed out.

That is all for the ones living at the cabin, but there are two triplets, other groups, and an-

I will talk about her later. For now, I need to do a routine check on the fields. Hopefully, the brothers didn't cause too much trouble to the sisters, again.