It was the late afternoon in Lumiose City, possibly around three or four. The weather was mostly cloudy, but the golden sun rays could be seen peering out from the clouds. It was still chilly as the citizens wore lightweight jackets, hoodies, and coats over their clothes.
The interior of Coiffure Clips had a modern, vintage-like decor. The walls were mostly white with black and white checkered floors. There were black leather chairs lined at the back of the wall. Several posters of people with different hairstyles plastered on the walls. Customers can easily smell natural shampoo, hair grease, and other hair products in the air.
Coiffure Clips was one of the most popular hair salons despite how expensive it is. There were other hair salons, but they were nothing compared to Coiffure Clips.
A dark-skinned girl was dressed in a black styling cape. She sat on one of the black leather chairs with wall mounted hair dryers. The dryer was surprisingly very quiet, allowing the girl to hear herself and think.
Coiffure Clips had recently installed sound canceling hair dryers to attract more customers. Yvette put on earphones and started listening to soft rock from her music player.
Yvette had been wanting to dye her hair for quite a while. She had been saving up money for the past couple of months. She always ended up spending it on important basic needs.
She had nothing against her natural dark-brown hair, but she wanted to change it up.
Yvette is fascinated with gothic culture. She had listened to their band groups, enjoyed fictional goth characters from TV shows or movies and even met a few goth kids in real life. Yvette likes a variety of goths, especially pastel. However, there is only one problem.
Yvette isn't allowed to do anything crazy with it. She is only allowed to dye her hair, wear appropriate clothing, wear some jewelry, and that's it. It was justified because Yvette is only twelve years old. She wasn't allowed to wear spiked collars, midriffs, fishnets, and tattoos, much to her disappointment.
While Yvette was drying her hair, her memories came flooding back. Images of her messy bun, dark purple sleeved dress and black leggings played in her head. She envisioned a dark figure of herself grinning from ear to ear.
"Finally, that wretched Bunnebly is gone! Now I can capture the Dunsparce that I always wanted!"
Unfortunately, Yvette never caught a Dunsparce or any pokémon she wanted. She tried multiple times, but she gave up eventually and decided to go for another pokémon to catch: A Croagunk.
She felt like punching herself in the face. She felt bad for mistreating her Bunnelby just like that. He seemed to like her, but she never liked him in return. How could she be so cruel to her Bunnelby, her first starting pokémon? Sometimes, she wished she could just change back time.
"Please be a Dunsparce." Yvette begged desperately as she spotted a bustling patch of grass. As Yvette began approaching, a Bunnelby came out from its hiding place, startling her.
"Nooo!" Yvette screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why me?!"
Beau wasn't going to give up so easily. He tried clinging on Yvette's leg.
"No! You're not coming with me so get off my leg!" Yvette shouted angrily.
Beau refuses to let go of Yvette's leg.
"I said get off of my leg!" She shouted.
Instead of letting go of Yvette's leg, Beau tried crying in a desperate and pathetic manner.
"Didn't you listen to me?! Get off of my leg!" Yvette commanded, raising a fist at Bunnelby. Her anger expression quickly shifts from being shocked and regretful.
Beau's ears flopped down and obediently let go of her leg. He didn't want to cry, but it was hard. Beau felt like he wasn't good enough for Yvette because he's not the pokémon she wanted. Beau was heartbroken, embarrassed, even ashamed with himself that she started to cry.
She hated it. She hated how she would threaten to hit Bunnelby. Yvette knew it was wrong, but she did it anyway. She didn't mean to hurt Beau, but that was no excuse.
She envisioned her mother giving her a hard slap across her face. She wailed after that slap, her cheek slightly red and stinging from the pain.
"Don't you dare try to hit Bunnelby!" Her mother roared, her eyes gleamed with anger. "I worked so hard to get this pokémon for you and this is the response that I get?! You're going to be so grounded by the time your pokémon journey ends! On second thought, you can forget about your pokémon journey! You have a lot of chores to do, young lady!"
Yvette swallowed hard. She deserved all the yelling that she received from her mother. She could see herself begging and pleading to her mother. She did apologize to Bunnelby right away, but it didn't erase the damage that she caused. She was lucky that she was let off with a strict warning.
She could still hear her mom's angry voice in her head, telling her there's no excuse for what she did. She grew to love her Bunnelby eventually, but she's afraid that it might be little too late.
Yvette began closing her eyes shut, reminiscing how she used to be so rude to her pokémon.
It was late November, meaning that the chilly weather slowly got colder and colder. All of the leaves have distinctive brown, orange, red and gold colors. The dull green grass was covered in piles and piles of leaves.
Yvette walked across the long bridge that stretches all the way to Aquacorde Town. The bridge was bordered by a river with lamp posts at each side. Yvette had to stop for a few minutes to check out the small circular shaped balcony.
Yvette couldn't help but admire the moon reflected off the river. The river looked like it was covered in white sparkling jewels. The view was so amazing that she saw some buildings from afar. After a bit of sightseeing, Yvette continued walking through the bridge, making it to Aquacorde Town.
To Yvette's surprise, Aquacorde is surprisingly lively and bustling for a small town. People from Vaniville and Aquacorde were walking down the streets. The adults were getting ready for work. Kids and teens attempt to walk at a fast pace, so they won't be late for school. Pokémon trainers would ride their bikes or walk with their pokémon alongside them.
Yvette sat on an empty bench, attempting to sketch a picture of a granite fountain. She liked how the fountain was very simple, and not too overly designed. The circular shaped pool basin, and a two-tiered bowl-shaped pedestal design. The way the water pours out of the bowl gives out a distinct waterfall effect.
When Yvette finished with her sketch, she began releasing all of her only two pokémon. What's interesting about her pokéballs is that they have stickers on them. The stickers each had a theme relating to the pokémon that she owned.
Yvette's second pokémon, Croagunk has skull and crossbones with its name "Tasmine" written on it. Her first and starting pokémon, Bunnelby, has a yellow shovel and it was named "Beau" on his pokéball.
Yvette glanced at her watch that read 12:48 PM. It was time for lunch. She unzipped her backpack and pulled out three plastic bowls. She placed the bowls in front of them. Yvette tore a bag of pokémon food and poured it in her pokémon's bowls.
Beau had preferred his food dry with nothing on it. Sure, some of the stuff he ate tastes bland, but he likes something simple and plain. He finds any flavor on his food to be weird tasting. He even glowered at Yvette, demanding to remove cheese bits from his bowl. Yvette gave him a heavy sigh and took the cheese bits off his bowl.
However, Tasmine was the complete opposite. She would prefer to eat what's in her bowl, no matter what Yvette gives her.
"I can't believe this…Why would mom give me Bunnelby as a gift? I know that Dunsparce is really hard to find, but she could've give me something decent. Bunnelby doesn't really fit my dream team I'm going for. Ugh, Mom is so impossible sometimes!" Yvette groaned, kicking a nearby pebble in frustration.
Yvette quickly pulled out of her thoughts as she heard loud croaking sounds. She turned her head and began staring at her Croagunk in utter disgust.
Tasmine leaned closer to Yvette and smacked her in the face. If she had learned Poison Jab, she would accidentally hurt or kill Yvette.
Yvette's agitated growl left her lips as she balled up her fists. She was ready to punch Croagunk in the face for slapping her. How dare she?!
"You little punk! Slap me again or you'll be a flattened pancake!" Yvette snarled, her nostrils began to flare up and her eyes narrowed with fury. Beau quickly backed away, afraid of Yvette's anger. However, Tasmine wasn't afraid of Yvette's threat, keeping her stoic, composed, and cool demeanor.
Yvette's anger immediately faded and replaced with pure guilt. She quickly restrained herself from hitting her pokémon. She stared at her pokémon in pure horror. She was threatening to hit them again. Did she learn anything from her mother?
"I-I-I'm s-so sorry," She said, stumbling over her words. She looked and sounded so guilty. "I just prefer catching pokémon instead of people handing it to me as gifts. I'll try to be a little nicer next time."
Tasmine briefly stared at her trainer for a solid second before walking away.
Beau let out a happy honk, easily forgiving her. Yvette was nice enough to pet him on the head. The sight of Bunnelby smiling made Yvette's heart melt a little. Maybe having Bunnelby and Croagunk isn't as bad as she thought. After all, Bunnelby was a gift from her mother.
Yvette quickly snapped out of her reverie and glanced over to see her hair stylist. She noticed that the hair dryer had finally stopped. She turned the leather chair around to face the mirror.
Yvette looked at a large wall mounted mirror, very satisfied with her new hairstyle. Her long, wavy lavender hair made her look very mysterious and unique. It helped that it complimented her long, dark gray Banette hoodie dress with a golden yellow zipper. To complete her gothic attire, she wore black skeleton leggings and black ankle boots.
She was now a pastel goth like she always intended. The hair stylist gave her some bottles of unnatural hair dye, makeup and some hair supplies. Yvette thanked her hair stylist before grabbing her jacket and leaving the building.
When Yvette came outside, she opened three pokéballs, letting them out. Yvette's recent member was a cute little Spoink. It was constantly bouncing around with its coil, looking around at its surroundings.
Unlike her two pokémon, Spoink didn't like being nicknamed. The pokéball was written 'Yvette's Spoink' with a mechanical pencil. Spoink's pokéball was adorned with a pink pearl sticker.
Tasmine, Spoink, Beau begins staring at Yvette's new hairstyle and clothes. They seemed to be very astonished as if Yvette had transformed into a different person. Her face and body are the same, but her hair, lips, and clothes are unrecognizable to them.
"Do you like my new look?" Yvette asked, showing off her gothic appearance.
Tasmine and Spoink seemed to like Yvette's new makeover, except for Beau. Beau wasn't a huge fan of Yvette's makeover. He was used to her old look, which he had preffered.
To him, Yvette's new appearance is unnecessary and confusing. He could barely recognize her anymore. Not wanting to hurt his trainer's feelings, Beau just nodded and smiled nervously.
"Thank you, guys. Now let's get to Camphrier Town." said Yvette.
Yvette quickly ran into the intersection and noticed the traffic light had turned red. A bunch of cars, buses, taxis, trucks and other automobiles had started to run through the street. She stayed on the sidewalk and waited for a chance to cross. When the traffic light turned green, she crossed the street, heading towards the gate.
Trekking through Route 5 was a somewhat easy task, following the path. Spoink seemed to have a hyperactive personality. He would literally bounce off the walls and make rhythmic bouncing spring noises. Yvette would chase after him just to catch him.
It wasn't Spoink's fault, however. It was Spoink's nature to bounce constantly without stopping…unless they evolve.
The worst part is the feeding. She would hold Spoink and let him bounce at a slower pace. He didn't want him to bounce too fast because he might choke. Spoink would eat or drink while bouncing up and down. It was difficult, but she did get used to it eventually.
Spoink was really having fun and began laughing at Yvette's failed attempts to catch him. Bunnelby and Croagunk couldn't help but grin at Yvette's misfortune.
Thankfully, it took about fifteen minutes to capture Spoink into her arms. She gently put him down and held his hand so he won't escape.
As they continue on their trek, Yvette could hear her phone ringing inside of her hoodie pocket. She quickly opened it, revealing a boy who looked about her age on the phone screen.
When the boy saw Yvette, he happily waved at her.
"Hey, sis. Nice look." He said, complementing his older twin's appearance.
"Thanks, little bro," said Yvette smiling as she looked down at her younger twin brother.
"Just because you're taller than me that doesn't mean I'm your little bro." Xavier murmured, folding his arms.
Yvette's black lips lifted into a mischievous smirk. "You are eight minutes younger than me, little bro. I can reach above your big fat head. I have every right to call you little bro."
Xavier rolled his eyes. "Whatever…"
"Don't feel bad little bro. You'll catch up soon…when you're much older." Yvette said, giggling as she maintained her evil smirk.
Xavier let out an exasperated sigh. Yvette truly did feel bad for teasing her brother, but she couldn't help giggling at him.
"Okay, why did you call me?" asked Yvette, finally changing the subject.
"I wanted to remind you that we have to go to Couriway in a few days. I'm staying at one of the farmhouses from Lavigne Inn. Make sure you be here at least 7:00 or 7:30 PM tonight."
"I promise." said Yvette.
Then Xavier hung up, ending the call.
Later at Camphrier Town, Camille looked around the streets, adjusting to her new surroundings. She finds the vintage lamp posts very fascinating. She would constantly stare at every lamp post left and right. She even spotted some oil lamps mounted on the front of the buildings.
Zack turned to see his Litwick staring intently on the lamp posts. He tried to show Camille some amazing shops, but Camille was only interested in the vintage lamp store.
The vintage lamp store had a vast collection of glass kerosene lanterns, hanging chandeliers, and table lamps. There was so much to scan through the glass windows.
Camille envisioned the lamps as Lampents and Chandelures. All of them were illuminating the shop with their purple flame. She can't wait for the night to start so she could see everything lit up.
Zack silently watched Camille mumbling to herself through the glass. He didn't understand her, but he could tell by her facial expression.
"Camille?"
Camille seemed to be distracted and didn't make eye contact. She kept staring at the lamp store.
"Camille!" Zack yelled without meaning to.
Litwick let out a cry, a surge of panic and fear enveloping her when she heard Zack. Her expression quickly shifts to anger. Her flame expanded, emitting a bright glow. Like he did last time, Zack doesn't show any fear or mercy. He didn't try to back away from her this time.
"Sorry about that, but we have to go. We have some shopping to do today."
Camille obediently jumped into Zack's lap. She rested her head on Zack's lap without burning him.
Near the west side of Pokémon Center was a bustling marketplace. Camphrier Marketplace was a popular hotspot for locals and tourists. Each colorful market stands stood in front of the shopfront facades.
Art galleries, flower markets, independent owned bookshops, jewelry, potteries, and handicrafts seemed to be very tempting. Zack was only interested buying toys and food for his newest member.
Zack bought Poképuffs, macarons, croissants, and bags of pokémon food brands. They seem tempting, but Zack wasn't interested in buying them. He didn't want to spend too much money. Maybe next time.
Zack made it to one of the vendors. The vendor was selling gourmet burgers, crepes, tacos, and moules-frities. He looked at the menu for a couple of seconds and ordered two gourmet burgers for himself.
What he didn't know was Yvette happened to appear at a marketplace. Zack didn't notice her because he was too absorbed in all the sights.
Yvette made it to the food stall and purchased lettuce for Bunnelby, a bouquet of dandelions, and a sealed plastic cup of live bugs for Croagunk.
During their shopping trip, Spoink would literally hop stall to stall, staring at every item he'd stumbled onto. He would make cute oinking noises over the stall that he passed. After going to the next stall, Spoink dashed away, hopping in excitement.
"Hey! Where are you going?" asked Yvette, running after her Spoink.
Spoink begins bouncing around the cobbled streets. Yvette kept calling Spoink's name and chasing after him. The chase lasted about fifteen minutes.
Zack turned his wheelchair around, noticing a gray piglet bouncing in front of him.
"Ahhh!"
"Spoink!" Yvette cried, running to the source of the scream. She noticed Spoink bouncing in front of Zack. Zack was completely startled while Camille and Daphne were staring at him, confused by the situation.
"Zack?" Yvette asked, recognizing him right away.
"Yvette?" Despite how Yvette looked, Zack still recognizes her.
"We haven't seen each other, since your 12th birthday. It's such a shame Xavier and I didn't ask you to join on our journey earlier. We were busy at the time."
"That's okay. We had a good time," said Zack, smiling. "Thanks for getting me a Je Suis Jolene DVD. I always wanted to see the movie. I heard that its really good."
"You're welcome," Yvette replied.
"There's some interesting pokémon you've got," Zack said, noticing Yvette's three Pokémon standing beside her. "What are their names?"
"This is Beau the Bunnelby, Tasmine the Croagunk and Spoink." Yvette said, introducing her pokémon. "I didn't give Spoink a nickname because he doesn't like nicknames."
"Wow, that's quite cool. I want you to meet Camille, my Litwick. I just captured her today and she's really cute." Then he turns to face Daphne, smiling at her. "And this is Daphne, my beloved Flabébé."
"What about Erik, your Electrike? I remember you having an Electrike for Christmas." Yvette asked.
"He's not here right now. He's gone and that's that." Zack replied, refusing to bring up the subject.
Yvette was little suspicious, but she wasn't going to ask him any questions if he doesn't feel comfortable with. She'll probably ask him later, though.
"Your pokémon is so cute." said Yvette, smiling at Daphne and Camille. "I wish I had a ghost type of my own. I was going to get Pumpkaboo as my ghost type partner, but November was almost over by the time I started my journey."
"Pumpkaboo is only common in the fall seasons. They're only rare in spring, summer and winter." said Zack.
"Since we're done with our shopping, do you want to go to the park?" asked Yvette, pointing to the left.
"Sure!" Zack exclaimed, smiling.
Bellegarde Park was a sprawling garden park filled with fragrant citrus trees, fancy street lamps, picnic tables, wooden benches, garbage bins, and a grandiose cobblestone fountain. As most floral parks go, colorful manicured flower gardens, trellis, bushes, shrubs and topiaries were everywhere. Bellegarde Park has walking and bike trails but lacked any playgrounds.
Since everyone took over every single bench and picnic table in this park, Yvette had to sit on the grass.
The kids watched their pokémon talking and greeting each other. Yvette and Zack couldn't help but smile at their interaction. It seemed like they're all becoming friends. All except for Beau.
Beau seemed to enjoy Daphne's company despite their size difference. However, he didn't like Camille. He seemed to be very suspicious of Camille. He stared at her intently as if he expects her to suck everyone's souls.
Camille tried greeting him with a cute, sweet smile, but Beau ignored her. She tried to get close to him, but Beau backed away from her.
Camille gets closer and closer until she gets a hold of him. She wrapped her arms around Beau, enveloping him into a deep hug. Yvette and Zack couldn't help but grin at the cute moment.
Beau was frozen in fear as he tried to escape from Camille's clutches. He thinks Litwick is trying to trick him so she can burn him into a crisp.
Camille was too oblivious to notice the gray bunny's distress. She thought hugging someone was a way to show friendship. Still afraid, Beau tried to break free from her.
Camille squeezed him tighter, preventing him from escaping. Beau let out a distressed noise like he was ready to cry.
"Camille, let go of Beau." said Yvette, her voice filled with concern.
The Litwick shook her head, refusing to let go. If she wasn't going to budge, she would have to remove her by force. Yvette grabbed her, removing her from Bunnelby.
Beau let out a sigh of relief. Happy to be away from Camille. Now he doesn't have to get burnt into a latest firepit. He could just dance so happily right now and he did just that.
Unfortunately, Camille saw the whole thing and she was furious. Very furious. She tried hard to be friends with him and realized that he never liked her at all. It really hurts.
Camille's face turned red-violet akin to red. She was screaming like a deranged banshee, hurting everyone's ears. She purposely uses her flame to burn Yvette's wrists so they'll let go of her.
"Ow! What the hell?!" Yvette exclaimed angrily. Thankfully, her injuries weren't completely extreme. She just have a small burn mark. She would've been dead.
Litwick angrily growls and her flame grows to the size of her head. Poor Beau was standing there like a statue and trembling in fear. He tried to apologize to her by begging and pleading in a scaredy, pathetic manner. Camille doesn't forgive him nor believe his apologizes and smacks him in the face.
"I'm so sorry, Yvette. Camille has a really bad temper." said Zack, feeling embarrassed and shameful by Litwick's behavior.
"No need to apologize. You just met her today. You didn't know it was going to happen." said Yvette with a reassuring smile.
"Leave him alone, Camille!" Zack scolded, quickly pulling out pokéball. "I think it's time for you to take a time out in your pokéball!"
Camille angrily slapped the pokéball off of Zack's hands, landing on the ground. Her face turns redder and redder than before.
"Camille, if you don't stop-" Zack cuts off by Litwick's loud screaming. It was that bad.
Unfortunately, Litwick never got the hint and chucked a pokéball at him.
Not wanting to get in trouble, Camille runs away. However, Yvette caught her in time and held her tiny arms tight. Camille begins thrashing, screaming, trying to get out of Yvette's clutches.
"Look, it's for your own good. It's only for a little while."
Camille growled at Zack.
"Stop bothering Beau or get inside of your pokéball right now!" He scolded angrily.
Camille's anger begins to soften, silently listening to her trainer's words. She took one last look at everyone who stared at her in pure horror and shock. Beau just shot her with an angry glare. Realizing that she screwed up, she slowly backed away from them.
Camille…" He said, firmly. "Is there anything you like to say to Beau?"
Litwick looked up at Beau. She felt guilty for hugging and threatening him. She was just angry that Beau didn't like her. She just wanted friends, but there was no excuse for her behavior.
Camille began sobbing hysterically, showing Beau how truly sorry she really is. Beau was mad at Camille, but he was forced to forgive her out of Yvette's orders. Tasmine, Spoink, and Daphne tried to comfort Camille, reassuring her that she will get better with her anger issues.
Beau was utterly devastated at the thought of everyone forgiving this...evil monster. In his eyes, Camille is an irredeemable soul sucking monster from the flaming pits of Hell. He doesn't see her as a friend. She is just a manipulative bitch that got everyone fooled so she can kill them later.
He hated how Camille 'tricked' him into hugging her so she could 'burn his soul'.
He hated how Zack is okay with replacing Litwick as his new partner.
He hated how Yvette prefers Ghost Type Pokémon over him.
In conclusion, Beau hated Camille and wished Camille to go away so everyone will be safe and sound. He wasn't going to let that stupid candle taking everyone's souls.
"Zack, there's something I wanted to show you." said Yvette, pulling out sheets of canvas pads. She looked through her drawings, proud of her artistic talent. Her art style was surprisingly dark and gritty. The colors had an interesting mix of darker and lighter shades. Everything she drew is a mix of oil pastels and colored pencils.
The trees in the background resemble Santalune Forest. Brown tree trunks were so tall that canopies cut off from the page. There was some greenery like the forest floor, moss, bushes and shrubs. The painted sky was entirely pitch black with no clouds, moon or stars. Tree limbs stretched halfway through the page, ready to grab wandering travelers with sharp branches.
Looking at Yvette's drawing made Yvette smile. She couldn't help but draw terrifying and exaggerated drawings to make it more interesting.
The next page was more disturbing. Her next canvas was a painting of a Vivillon releasing a number of tiny bugs, creating a huge infestation. Tasmine was covered in tiny bugs, unable to escape. The way it was drawn was very creepy. Her Croagunk looked zombified and its sunken eyes were staring into someone's soul. Infestation feels like being covered with bugs, biting and stinging into someone's skin.
Yvette didn't care if some of her drawings were creepy or exaggerated. She was just doing it for fun or sometimes just to get a reaction out of people. Yvette didn't mind toning it down, but she doesn't like being forced to. She hated overly sensitive people who can't handle scary stuff, even if it's minor. She has her right to draw whatever she wants and so does everyone else.
Another page was a drawing of Lumiose's alleyway district that had been reduced to a grungy, slum settlement. Buildings were made of plywood metal, wood and cardboard boxes. This small, shanty alleyway has little to no water and electricity. Some had some glass windows missing, allowing people to easily sneak inside or outside.
The exterior began to age like expired milk. All of them had peeling paint and chipped walls. Second hand clothing hung on the metal roof and the clotheslines. Some were in black garbage bags. Stray pokémon lived inside discarded cardboard boxes or in abandoned houses.
Yvete worked hard to get this dilapidated alley accurate. She added a slum themed hotel, which was a rundown shack made from scrap wood and corrugated metal. Tasmine and Garbodor were seen sitting out of the hotel, smoking cigarettes. She thought it was funny if pokémon smoked so she decided to add it for a visual gag.
Her last and latest page was an oil painting of Geosenge Town. Aside from Lumiose City, Geosenge was also a complete challenge to draw and paint.
Her drawing of Geosenge was almost accurate to real life with some notable changes. The log cabins were completely accurate for their olive-green roofs, brown wooden siding. There was an ancient Golem statue made of stone with a few buildings circling around it.
The statue was pure grey and the display stand was black. The golden plaque at the statue's base was written in black letters. Due to the size of a plaque, the ancient text was written "Geosenge" in black letters.
Geosenge also has a funeral home with a small graveyard and an old mausoleum. It also have creative rock garden landscaping with a large variety of flowers and plants. The Pokémon Center had a colorful playground on the left and vegetable crops on the right.
"I loved what you did to Geosenge," said Zack, smiling at Yvette's drawings. "I'm not a huge fan of the Golem statue, but you did a good job with it."
The last page was a oil painting of Vaniville Town. Similar to real life, Vaniville was a residential community rather than an actual small town. From what Yvette remembered, Vanville had a few schools, offices, and shops. Vanville only has plenty of leisure and sport facilities, such as tennis ball courts, private swimming pools and a few golf courses.
Vaniville was admittedly hard to draw, especially the multi-family townhouses. Yvette loved a good challenge, so it didn't stop her from trying. The colors and design weren't completely accurate because Yvette had only been to Vaniville Town a few times. She only got the blue doors and blue wall mounted mailboxes accurately. In between two townhouses, there was a golden gate that opened the walls, spreading at both sides.
Once they get to the next page, the layout of Vanville resembled a pinball game. Triangle shaped planters resembled flippers. The pokéball launched out of a ball shooter lane.
The trees act like bumpers for the pokéball to bump into. Outside the gate or inside the townhouse were drop targets, the pokéball automatically goes back into the shooting lane.
Zack couldn't help but laugh. He thought it was funny to see Vaniville Town being envisioned as a pinball machine.
"I love them. I hope I can make more art like this," said Zack. "Do you have more?"
"No. That was the last one." said Yvette. "I'm still working on other pages, so they're not done yet."
"Oh."
"He really doesn't like Camille, doesn't he?" asked Zack noticing Beau still glaring at Camille who didn't even notice.
"Beau is really afraid of creepy pokémon, especially Ghost Types." said Yvette.
"I can understand if he's scared of them, but fear and hatred aren't the same thing," said Zack.
Yvette nodded in agreement.
Beau gave them a look of dismissal, refusing to believe their 'lies'. Why he should he give Camille a chance? Camille is 'evil' and always intended to be a soul sucking candle. It's all part of nature and there's nothing they can do to stop it. That's how it is. When will humans realize that Litwick will hurt them eventually? Now he has to keep everyone in line, despite being a fairly young Bunnelby. When will they learn?
Beau stared at Yvette who was drawing. Tasmine and Daphne were watching her draw and Spoink was bouncing beside Zack, playing peek a boo with him.
Beau turned to Camille who glared at him. He glared at her in return. He's really that concerned that what Camille is going to do if someone dares to push her buttons...