THAT SYLVEON

Hello hello everyone! I hope you're all ready for the next step in our completely canonical adventure! I wish you all a happy new year, because 202 has seriously dragged. Let's get it.

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Gently, he closed the door to his nephew's room, leaving his daughter to possibly slumber in there. Julley took a big sigh, as he looked to make his next move. His wife had told him to meet downstairs. However, a faint grumble came from his stomach the second he laid a paw on the banister.

"...Priorities are priorities after all." the Umbreon whispered, turning back and heading down the first floor hallway, where he knew the bathroom resided.

He tried the first door he saw. It just seemed to be a cluttered store room, which Julley didn't actually think existed. He flicked the light switch momentarily. As one would expect from a Bursyamo household, there were battling garments littered all around the room. On a nearby shelf, next to a bottle of antidepressants, stood proudly a miniature bobblehead of his own brother-in-law. It'd always taken some prodding to remind the father of two that Brendan was effectively a worldwide celebrity. For now, he was finished taking a tour around the spare room.

The light went off, and the adult Umbreon could progress. The second door led to the bathroom, thankfully, where he could finally do his personal business.

The dark type quadrupedal scampered around to find the light switch. It wasn't easy being at the height that he was. He personally wouldn't mind being in the dark, yet at the same time, he didn't want to give anyone the idea of the room being completely empty.

Finally, he found it. The switch was only a few inches to being out of reach, but he was able to turn the light on regardless. Once again, Julley found himself coloured impressed by the interior design of the house. He hadn't even realised all four of his paws stood on a rouge carpet that led itself toward the sparkling toilet that faced him with intimidation. On his left, the bathtub and sink. The tub also had a shower curtain surrounding it, so the Umbreon was unable to see beyond it. To his right, a rack with many colourful magazines on display, sorted out into three layers.

The Umbreon walked along the red carpeting, ogling the superfluous expanse allocated to the bathroom. With a bit more space, this place could be a garage.

Julley sat down on the plush toilet seat. His buttcheeks thanked him for the experience. Of course, before actually beginning his mission, the Umbreon followed rule one of toilet usage: Always check for toilet paper. Thankfully, the roll sat on top of the toilet's cistern. Now he was truly able to get to work.

Firstly, he looked to his left, admiring the magazine rack (that was on his right when he walked in) up close. The top layer had a label adorning it that said "JASMINE" in all capitals. He had pulled an arbitrary issue out from the assorted collection, and read aloud the title.

"R&B monthly?" The gold-ringed canine stared at the cover for the magazine. A Roserade held up their flowers for arms, displaying tattoos on their forearms. 'Hard Times' it read. "Roser-Wave? Huh, that's crazy. I-I hadn't even known what music Jasmine was into, let alone R&B."

He picked up another magazine from his step-sister's library. "Now it's pop music. Jasmine sure is diverse with her music. Never heard of Imagine Dragonairs before."

The issue was put back, and the Umbreon decided he had done enough snooping around his second family's choice of publications. He was also fairly certain that the shelves appointed to father and son were going to be all about battling anyway.

Julley's phone came out. He never really used it, though now that he had the chance, he figured he may as well have some sort of try with it.

He didn't have any games. The dark type could never find the appeal in them. So, onto the internet it was.

What would be the first thing he'd search into the search engine? Of course, like every other parent with a device out there, it'd be "search engine". Only into the URL, though. Now that he was on the search engine, however, he was unsure where to go from there. Thankfully, Googlalie always displayed the most trending results upon touch the search bar:

'New: Views plummet after readers find out Fiction Author Naul Charizales is actually a-'

Julley shook his head, scrolling to the next option. "Eh. It's alright? I tried reading those fictions, j-just wasn't my cup of tea... Not that I don't like it, though. Just couldn't get into it."

'New video game gets 10 out of 10: Attack of the Druddeons'

"Hmm… Not into video games. M-Maybe Brendan'll like it as a Christmas present?"

'Latest in food - Ramen coming in hot, snowy and edgy variants - What's next?'

Unfortunately, the headline caught a very drole response from the moonlight Pokemon. "Ramen? I-I mean, it's alright, like - Overrated as heck, in my opinion."

'Locally Famous Publisher gets fired from company; "No one wants to read about a man using a toilet."'

Julley put his phone down, preparing to get up from his position. "I mean, I think it depends on what the people want to see." The toilet was flushed promptly. "But I guess they'd have to comment about what it is they want. Not that I'm a publisher, though…"

After a brief clean, Julley deemed himself ready to leave the bathroom with all of his belongings, and thus he did. The light went off, and the door was shut.

A faint light emanated from beyond the shower curtains. Peeking through was a certain Pokemon, who had their eye on the Umbreon for a while now.

"Did you hear that shit, Giratina?" exclaimed Arceus, trying his best to whisper despite owning a naturally booming voice. "You better be writing it down!"

Giratina poked his head through the curtains as well, albeit at a shorter height from Arceus. "What? Dude, how can I write? You didn't give me thumbs!"

Arcues turned to his legendary cohort. "Well what do you want me to do? I don't have thumbs either!"

"...You didn't give yourself thumbs?"

"STOP SHAMING MY BEAUTIFUL BODY!"

Angrily, the judgement Pokemon enveloped himself in a wrath of white light, before silently teleporting out of there. Giratina was alone. Curiously, he nabbed one of the magazines using the membranes of his wings.

"Oh, boy! E6 monthly!"

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Alright, that's the next chapter done! If you liked this, please give a like, comment and maybe subscribe if you're new. All jokes aside, I really hope you all have a wonderful new year. Take care, everyone!

-LuanOTP