Another double shift. Those seem all the more common these days… The man thinks to himself drearily as he fishes for his keys in his pocket.
He's at the point of exhaustion where even the slightest inconvenience seems to send him over the edge, and his keys not playing nice are not doing him any favors.
"C'mon, you damn keys... Can't I have anything in this world." he sighs, not sparing the effort to unleash the string of profanities currently occupying his mind. Not that his restraint really mattered in this case. No one would hear his cries as he is presently standing alone in an empty apartment complex hallway.
This is more than just 'An' apartment complex—it is 'HIS' apartment complex. That's right. When he's not grinding away at the corporate ladder, he has this beauty to call his home. With a small nonverbal cheer, the man finally untangles his keys and inserts them into the keyhole. With a satisfying click, the door opens, and the familiar sights of his home come into view.
Admittedly, it's not much. It's a small one-bedroom, one-bath apartment with a small kitchenette that doesn't get as much use as he would like to admit.
Still, it's really all the man needs. He walks in with a groan, stretching his shoulders as he enters.
He sighs as he checks the time on his phone, seeing that it's just past midnight. He wishes he could've been home hours earlier, and he really should have been.
Unfortunately, his boss once again asked him to stay late, knowing full well that he didn't have the balls to refuse. To make matters worse, less than an hour after convincing him to stay, she dismissed herself, leaving even more responsibility on his plate. Now, he gets the honor of locking up the office too.
He wishes he would say no. He wishes he DID say no, But he didn't.
He secretly detests that part of himself, seemingly always being the people-pleaser. Thankfully, he at least gets overtime for his efforts; otherwise, he may not be sane.
But today was his proverbial breaking point—no more. With a newfound zeal, the man made a mental resolution not to stay an hour later than scheduled. His boss can shove it.
Whether he actually follows through with that is undecided.
'It's not all bad though.' He thinks to himself as he spots the object of his affection, feeling a slight smile tug at his face.
Sleeping peacefully beneath the window lays a small white cat. Its nearly pure white coat is only broken by a splotch of brown and black on her forehead and tail.
She sleeps soundly on her cat tree, basking greedily in the gentle glow of the moonlight.
He gently pets the sleeping cat's head, earning a sleepy and possibly annoyed trill as her slumber is interrupted.
"Sorry, buddy. I just couldn't help myself. I know you had a long day and everything." He chuckles as he continues his assault on his little companion, scratching underneath her chin to the cat's great joy. The cat happily leans into his hand.
With a hefty yawn the man stops his attack, instead opting to raise his arms above his head in a long stretch. "You sure got it hard don't you Neko? Sleeping like 16 hours a day, food whenever you want and you even have your own personal unpaid maid to clean up after you?" He says the last one with a hateful scorn to the litter box tucked away in the corner of the room.
"Mraow"
"Yeah yeah, that's true, you're right. I do still owe you rent. I'm sorry man." With slow steps, the man slowly drags his feet over to his couch.
"Still, doesn't sound too bad right about now. Gotta admit I'm a little envious." He chuckles softly to himself, sending one last glance over to the cat before flopping onto the sofa, the cat peering curiously at him from his perch at the movement.
The life of a cat sound pretty nice right about now, just sit around and sleep all day. Having someone bring you home food everyday and even clean up your every mess. It sounds like a dream. Those I guess they don't have thumbs so there's that..
Despite knowing that he shouldn't close his eyes just yet. He just can't resist the tugging on his eyelids as they seem to grow heavier and heavier. He knows that if he closes his eyes now, he's not opening them till the morning. Forget making dinner or changing clothes, he'll be out till tomorrow afternoon.
His body, however, remains still and unmoving, refusing to leave his post on the couch. He can feel the lull of sleep approaching, and he lets it. He is too tired to resist any longer.
He closes his eyes.
The blinding light of the sun slowly draws the man awake. With great dismay, he slowly arises with a grunt, twisting his head to the sky in search of the evil entity that forced him awake. But to his surprise his search yields no results.
The sky remains entirely clear with no clouds in sight, but yet there is no sun to be found. Despite this fact, 'sunlight' seems to coat the landscape entirely in a glowing warmth.
His body shakes a little as he stands fully.
'Okay.. a little strange, but I've seen a lot stranger. Hell, I've seen Detroit.' he thinks to himself. But let it be known HE has never seen Detroit and he is lying to himself.
'Where am I anyways?' he finally begins to ponder. Looking around at the scenery before him.
He sees… well not a whole lot. Green fields seem to stretch as far as the eye. These are completely empty except for one outlier. A tall oak tree stands proudly around 10 feet from where he is standing. The branches remain eerily still as there is no sign of any wind.
Not spotting anything of interest, he makes his way to the tree and plops down in the shade, taking cover from the bright light.
Rejoicing in the shade, he smiles a bit before looking at where the sun should be. He begins to wonder. 'How can there be shade if there is no sun? Wouldn't that require a source of light coming from a singular direction? Uhh, whatever small victories I guess, hope the sun comes home later though. However, I currently have way more pressing concerns, for example. Where the fuck am I?'
His eyes once again do a scan of the field, but none of the very limited scenery rings any bells.
He closes his eyes and tries to think. "Alright man, you got this… Think... I didn't just spawn here obviously, but what was I doing? " He strains harder trying to recall his memories of the previous night. With a groan, he doubles down on his endeavor. "Ughh.. What's happening? Why am I drawing a blank, is it that painful to just remember stuff? Did I drink last night or something? Everything just feels so uhh… What's the word again? Oh god please not this too." he says out loud rather dejectedly
With great effort the man squints his eyes and tries to concentrate as hard as he can, for several moments it looks like his efforts are gonna be in vain, but then it finally dawns on him. "FUZZY! It feels fuzzy! Thank god that was gonna bother me all day. Wait… Fuzzy… that reminds me! I was petting my cat! I got home from work, Pet my cat and then went to sleep… That… Does not help at all." the man ends on a sour note.
"So that can't all I did then right? That doesn't explain anything. None of this makes any sense."
Abandoning his efforts as the beginning feelings of a migraine begin to kick in, he rolls to his side and shuts his eyes, pulling his arm over his eyes in hopes of blocking the "sun". Only his arm seems much softer than usual.
This unexpected feeling of softness jerks him awake, or rather the new feeling jolts his senses, like when you feel a bug crawl on your leg.
He looks down at his unusually fluffy arm and what he sees, shocks him.
Looking back at him is a coat of Long brown fur that would not be out of place on a long-haired cat.
Wordlessly, he stares at his arms. His fluffy, fluffy arms… and were they always this dam stubby?
In what feels like slow motion he slowly Lifts up his hands, bringing them to his face. His hopes are soon destroyed as instead his usual pristine hand boasting a beautiful 5 fingers. Are now paw pads.
What…
Looking down with visible concern his line of vision is cut short as a crest of creme fur protrudes from his chest.
The…
Now shaking in disbelief, he turns his head slowly behind. Already fearing the worst. He is greeted by a long fluffy brown tail with a tip of that same creme that was on his chest. Swaying around haphazardly without a care in the world.
Fuck…
His world seems to come crashing down on him as he takes in his new form. His new four-legged form may I mind you.
"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-" a million thoughts and obscenities rake his brain as the panic begins to set in.
The man tries to stand but his body feels weird and unresponsive and unfamiliar. Though he noticed nothing strange when he walked to the tree in the first place.
With great effort and shaky legs, the tiny creature stands to nearly its full height. Now that he thinks about it, why was his head so close to the ground? Why did that not feel wildly weird until now?
"WHAT IS HAPPENING! HOW DID I NOT REALISE I HAVE FOUR LEGS."
The screaming creature peers his head down in between his forelegs. The action is much harder than it should be thanks to the mountain of fur on his chest. When he finally succeeds, he sends a nasty glare to his two extra appendages in question.
His breathing is rapid and shallow, resulting in dizziness."Alright, calm down, calm down… Stressing does not do you any good." With deep breaths in and out, the small animal slowly regains control of his breathing. Eventually, his breathing resolves to a near-normal pace.
For now, satisfied with the result, he tries to sit down. The action feels a little weird, but with a little effort and some conscious thought, he is able to lower only his hind legs.
"Let me get this straight, I go to sleep. I Wake up in some random field? Or maybe a meadow? I don't know it's not important. Okay so I wake up in the middle of nowhere and suddenly I'm a goddamn cat!? Or maybe a dog actually? Man, I wish I could at least look at myself." the creature thinks with a scoff.
"Well, the only logical conclusion is that I'm dreaming huh.. What a weird and vivid dream though. Could my subconscious really not do better than some empty field and a singular tree? Real creative me!" The dog- no... The cat? Yells out to the sky dramatically.
"Though I have heard you can only dream of things you're familiar with, so maybe I'm just such a prolific gamer god that I'm incapable of thinking of the outdoors. The best my subconscious can conjure up is a singular tree. Though there's a lot of grass…" He says, gently lifting a paw, noting the strange feeling on his sensitive pads. "Man, I thought I played enough league to avoid this."
"I have always wanted to try to control my dreams, though, I always wake up before I can ever manage it. Lucid dreaming is it? Maybe this time it will work. Alright, first order of business! brain! I summon a mirror!" the fluff ball declares with a shout, but after several seconds of waiting, nothing happens.
"Yeah, that would be too easy wouldn't it."
"But seriously, if I am dreamin,g I might as well make the most of it." The man-turned-cat resigns himself. But upon sweeping the field with yet another look, he still doesn't spot anything of interest, just boundless miles of untouched grass.
"Not a whole lot to do though huh… I guess the first order of business is to get used to this body." Once again the critter lifts up his legs, standing once again, slightly less shaky than the time before. Once he is confident he won't fall, he takes a cautious step forward with his front leg. And then with surprisingly little effort his hind leg follows. He takes another step… and then another and soon he is in a full-on sprint!
With a laugh, the creature bounds through the meadow hopping and twisting his new body around, laughing to himself at the feeling of grass below his feet. Leaving behind a strange tingle. He runs a bit faster, the feeling of the air brushing against his face and petite frame is addicting. "Say this isn't so bad, It's actually kind of fun." He laughs as he pranced through they meadow.
He notes to himself that it's surprisingly natural to move around in this form. 'Must be some dream voodoo.' Strangely enough, it seems that the less he thinks about it, the easier it is to move. He just has to trust his instincts and tell his body where to go. He happily prances through the meadow, experimenting with different lengths of strides as he goes.
Suddenly his thoughts are interrupted as he feels a strange tugging sensation originating from his chest, and before he can even process it, it envelops his whole body. It's more than just a feeling though as soon a warm white and red light appears that coils around him.
"What?" His vision is momentarily consumed by a glowing red, but he does not stop running. He even picks up his pace, seemingly trying to outrun this unknown sensation but it's a fruitless effort.
Suddenly the light begins to dissipate, and soon, he can see again, which brings a sense of relief back to him. However, that relief does not last long as he notices he is now in a strange building running at full speed towards a quickly approaching wall.
He twists his body to the side, skidding on his feet, claws that he didn't know even know he had scrape against the tiled floor, producing a high-pitched grating sound that assaults his ears but he doesn't stop. He does anything to slow his momentum, but it's too little too late. With a loud crash, he collides with the wall.
"Oww. What the…" He opens his eyes, seeing everything upside down, yet he somehow remains in a gravity-defying pose. His only source of contact with the ground is his head as he leans against the wall he so eagerly greets. The rest of his body drapes down due to gravity. When his tail isn't blocking his vision, blinding fluorescent lights assault his eyes, causing him to squint.
"Now what is going on?" He doesn't have much time to think about it as soon he hears someone laughing coming from behind him.
"Ahaha!- ah… I mean. You're certainly a lively one, aren't ya? You okay there buddy?" A young-sounding voice fills his ears.
With some effort he rolls to his side and raises to his feet, looking to the sound of this new voice. He spots a young-looking boy probably about 12 or thirteen years of age looking in his direction. He dawns a white hat that arks behind his head which could almost be mistaken for hair if it wasn't for the fact that bits of brown peak out of his hat, framing his face.
'A human? Did this dream just get an upgrade? I kind of miss my tree though..' He thinks to himself.
Realizing he was asked a question he shakes his head and responds. "Oh haha... Yeah, I'm fine, just tripped is all." He taps his face in embarrassment.
The boy looks down at him, before calling out to his side. "I like this one Dad! Is this one an option!?"
Turning his head to the side, he now spots a tall man in a lab coat with a beard that frames the bottom of his face.
The man is silent for a moment, a little stunned at whatever was before him.
With a quick shake of his head, he quickly clears his throat, shifting to a much more neutral expression. "I don't know Brendan... If I'm being completely honest, I have no idea where this… fourth ball? you found even came from. I only had the three starter balls set up, and I'm confident no one in this town has an Eevee. I certainly don't, and I'm sure if anyone did, I would be the first one they told about it. There's also no way someone would abandon their Eevee here either, they are far too rare and valuable for that… " He begins, raising a hand to his chin as he talks.
"I don't know Dad. The ball was just there. but I say we keep it!" The boy, who was seemingly named Brendan exclaims. But the small creature in question does not seem to notice, as he is now lost in his own thoughts.
'Eevee? Eevee? As in the pokemon Eevee?' looks down at his form, noting that it does seem to match what he can see of his appearance.
With shaking legs, the man—no, Eevee—wonders what the hell is going on for what feels like the umpteenth time today.
'Alright so I'm a pokemon in this dream then, I guess that's not too bad. I mean, I personally would've chosen something a little cooler than an Eevee, like a Charizard or a giant Gyarados. But I suppose Eevee is far from the worst option.' mind wandering to Mister Mime and whatever the hell Jynx is.
"What about that Mudkip? You and him were getting along pretty smittenly."
This pulls a slight frown from the boy. Apparently feeling guilty or something the Eevee suspects.
"Yeah, I know… Mudkip was great and all but... I don't know! Something's just calling me to this Pokemon! Eevee was it? Maybe I could take them both!" he looks down again to the Eevee's position who is currently staring into space.
"Not a chance kiddo." The older man says dismissively. "Look, if you're serious about the Eevee, then well... I'll have to do a full body checkup on it and maybe some bloodwork. You have to understand we know nothing about this pokemon. We don't even know his temperament yet so we'll have to be careful. If no one comes by tomorrow looking for a lost Eevee AND I deem it safe enough to train with, THEN we can talk."
The Eevee, apparently back to reality, huffs and stomps its foot on the ground. "Whoa whoa whoa! Who said anything about blood work pal!" although unbeknownst to the Eevee, it comes out as a string of trills and chirps, some vaguely resembling its names.
The two look at the Eevee before the one dressed in the lab coat responds to the creature's small noises. "There's no need to worry. We'll be very gentle." he says with a soft smile.
The Eevee hesitates and almost seems to be pondering something before returning his attention to the tall man. Taking in the man's appearance in more detail, he spots a small 'Birch' sewn into his lab coat.
The boy however, looks a little dejected but knows better than to argue with his father. "Fine.. I suppose you're right. See you later girl." Brendan says, earning a yip from the Eevee.
'Girl!? That brat! Can't he see how masculine I am' the Eevee puffs out his chest.
The boy chuckles and resists the urge to pat the small pokemon's head, knowing it would lead to another lecture about pokemon behavior from his father. He's aware that his father is a lab professor and therefore, very knowledgeable on such topics, but did he really have to turn everything into a lecture? Of course the boy knows not to! Sometimes he just simply takes a calculated risk! And he would've again too just to pet this adorable Eevee if he wasn't currently attempting to do everything in his power to be in his father's good graces. Anything to tip the scales in his favor for his dad's decision.
"You know Brendan, that 'girl' is most likely a male. I believe Eevees have a strange ratio of males to females. I believe it's around 9 males for every female. Seems illogical biologically speaking if you ask me, but pokemon work in mysterious ways."
The Eevee turns to the professor with shining eyes. "Yes! Yes! My man! Thank you for seeing through my fluffy exterior and gazing into my masculine heart. There's no way I could be female." the Pokemon hops in place joyously.
"Oh really? Neat, I didn't know that."
"I don't blame you for that, Brendan. It's not every day we see an Eevee in the first place. Though I suppose we'll confirm its gender during the check-up just to be certain." The professor looks over thoughtfully at Eevee.
"Actually, speaking of that checkup, I was initially planning on doing it later tonight. But he does seem to be pretty calm. Would that be okay with you, Eevee? we'll be done before you know it."
The Eevee looks a little hesitant to meet the professor's glance but eventually nods nervously.
The professor smiles and mentally notes that the Eevee does indeed understand English commands. A skill all Pokemon must learn if they wish to battle. If the Eevee did not understand English, then Brendan would have to settle for Mudkip. It would just be too much for a first-time trainer.
The professor guides both the Eevee and Brendan to an examination table, insisting Brendan comes along to learn a thing or two on how it's done.
With that, the examination begins. The exam covered many things, such as the Pokemon's height and weight, breathing patterns, and some baseline temperatures.
So far, everything seems to be in order. The next test involved a small device with a piece of fabric wrapped around one end. When the Pokemon bit into the fabric, it displayed its bite force.
According to the professor, if a Pokemon knows the move Bite, their natural passive bite strength will nearly double! And that's without actively channeling dark energy to perform Bite.
With this information, they were able to deduce that Eevee does not yet know Bite. His bite force being only about the equivalent of a medium-sized dog. Still good in animal terms, but nothing special for a Pokemon.
Little did they know the next discovery would throw Eevee's poor world into turmoil.
"Hind legs have a good muscle density, joints are flexible and his reflexes are sharp." The professor began, slowly extending the Eevee's hind leg out with Brendan watching intently behind him.
"It's important you don't overextend the leg, don't push too hard or you could risk tearing a ligament, our goal isn't to cause the Pokemon any harm. We just go barely past where they would extend it naturally in the wild." Brendan nods his head rapidly as he takes in every word said.
"It might be a little uncomfortable," Birch says with a look at Eevee's anxious face. "But I ensure you that is totally normal, you're doing great Eevee, there's just one more thing I need to check after this leg."
Eevee was behaving surprisingly well, he was calm and composed for the most part. Or at least on the outside he was.
'GET THOSE GRUBBY LITTLE MITS OFF OF ME!' despite the thought he was still relatively compliant. Only briefly wiggling beneath the grasp.
'This has to be some sort of torture, why should I have to put up with this in a dream!' With that thought, he was about to make a run for it or throw hands. Either way, he was going to be free of all these hands.
But moments before he could put his genius plan into action, the hands that were inspecting him left his body. And he could slowly start to relax once again.
Unfortunately, however, this feeling would sadly not last long.
'yeah- YEAh. That's what I thought, you little punks.'
Finally finishing up with the examination and releasing Eevee, Professor Birch slowly steps back. Hands finding point on his hips. "Huh, What would you know. It appears I owe you an apology Brendan."
"Huh? For what? You didn't do anything wrong?" Brendan meets the man's gaze with a confused and maybe slightly curious expression.
"I suppose, for also jumping to my own conclusions. As it turns out, your earlier assumption was correct. This Eevee was in fact, female, despite the odds. Who would've thought?" Birch says with a finger beneath his chin.
"Oh? Really? Ha, so I was right? Maybe I'm the real professor here after all!" The kid sticks out his tongue before remembering he was supposed to be on his best behavior. Suddenly looking a little sheepish, he rubs the back of his neck and apologizes softly.
His father chuckles. "No, it's alright. You were right, even though it was just a guess with no real basis or evidence. Mind you, you did end up being correct."
Now, it was Brendan's turn to laugh. "I guess I just have the gift. What can I say?"
The professor, now looking at the alarmingly still Eevee, moved his glance back to Brendan. "Hmm? A female Eevee would be worth a small fortune… Desperate breeders would kill for one, especially a healthy one she appears to be."
Brendan's expression shifts to one of sadness. "Wait, you're not gonna sell her, are you?"
"No no, I wouldn't do that. But I am a little concerned about what people would do to get her. If you were to take her, you would need to exert a lot of caution. I'm sure people would be willing to steal her if they had the chance." the professor explains.
At this Brendan freezes for a second before raising his finger to his chin and closing his eyes in a thinking motion before finally opening them. "In that case me and her will just have to get strong enough to ward off any bad guy ourselves then! Isn't that right girl!?" Exclaiming with confidence, he looks back to the Eevee in hopes of some backup.
The Eevee doesn't flinch, ever unmoving.
"Well, I admire your attitude Brendan, but I'm still worried. Plus, I'm still lost on how we got this Eevee in the first place. Now that we know it's female this all seems even more unrealistic that someone would have abandoned it here."
"So I can't have her as my starter?" Dejectedly, Brendan looks to the ground.
The professor let out a sigh. Kids these days. "Now I didn't say that. I'm just saying your road may be harder and more dangerous if you do decide to go with Eevee. But a deal is a deal, her checkout revealed her to be in excellent health, and she shows no signs of aggression. So.. if no one shows up by tomorrow to pick up a lost Eevee, I suppose you may take he-"
"Yay!" The professor doesn't even get to finish his sentence as the young boy already begins celebrating. Yelling and jumping around, it reminds him that he is still just a young boy, just 12 years of age. The boy takes a break from cheering to tackle his dad in a hug. The action earned a laugh from his dad before he returned it with heart.
"Don't get too excited or else your heart will break if someone shows up for her."
This momentarily stops Brendan's joy but his smile quickly comes back. "I know, but I just have a feeling it's going to be okay"
"Is that so? Well, let's hope you're right then." Birch says, giving Brendan's head one final pat before breaking apart from their embrace.
Brendan didn't get a chance to respond as suddenly the Eevee started sprinting and jumped off the table, taking down a few tools and objects that were on the table with her.
"Brendan get the ball!" Professor Birched yells towards the kid.
"R-right!" The boy only hesitates for a second before booking it to the main laboratory room where the Eevee's ball and the other starter balls lay.
He slides through the doorway and scoops up one of the balls on the table before running back into the room where they held the exam, no signs of either the professor or the Eevee aside from the occasional flask or bottle the little Pokemon had managed to knock over in her freak out.
"Over here! By the entrance!" He hears the professor call out distantly.
"This Eevee is in fact, female." The voice rings in Eevee's mind on repeat as she tries to process what was said.
She can feel the world collapsing around her as the two humans' ramblings slowly become more and more unclear. Soon, they will become meaningless background noise as she gets lost in her thoughts once more.
'No no no… That can't possibly be true! Last time I checked I've been a guy for the last 20 years!' The Eevee thinks to himself. Or maybe Herself I don't know anymore.
'He must be mistaken. Although…' the Eevee lifts a paw and stares at it for a while.
'I've also been a human for the last 20 years. Maybe he is… aw what am I thinking it's just a dumb dream anyway! I don't have to put up with this.' With that, the Eevee takes off. Shooting off the table, not caring about the mess the action creates.
He runs around the building, hearing talking behind him, but he can't make out the words. Shortly afterward, a pair of footsteps can also be heard going in his direction, but that only makes him run faster.
'Turn me into a cat? Yeah, whatever! But you can not take my boy away from me!'
He turns right through another unknown doorway, not knowing the building layout doesn't do him any favors. As he is faced with a dead end. "Dammit." He slightly cusses to himself, greedily taking in breaths of air.
He turns around as he hears the footsteps catch up with him and he makes eyes with the professor.
"Over here! By the entrance!" the man calls out.
'Wait, entrance?' and then he sees it, on the opposite side of the room of where he currently stands, and to the left of the professor is the exit. 'Dammit! I just had to turn right!'
"Hey Eevee it's okay, we didn't mean to alarm you." the professor begins raising his arms in some sort of a peace offering.
'Yeah well, sorry man but I just wanna get out of here.' with that he takes off running once again, this time with the exit insight.
Just when he thinks it's gonna be a straight shot, Brendan slides in front of the exit blocking his only escape.
The Eevee runs towards the exit which Brendan is blocking 'You're not gonna stop me I can make it!' the Eevee thinks as he spots a gap between his legs.
"Alright, Eevee, go back to your ball!" Brendan exclaims and pushes the button. Red energy begins to emanate from the ball, but it doesn't go to the charging Eevee. Instead, it manifests into a ball of energy on the ground, dispersing to reveal a dazed Mudkip looking at him with confusion.
"Mud?" the Pokemon questions. before being bulldozed by the most intense unintentional tackle Brendan has ever seen.
Brendan flinches and looks away at the collision. Wincing at the loud thud.
Gathering the courage, he opens his eyes to look at the scene of the crime, spotting two unconscious Pokemon lying on the ground. By his feet.
"Brendan…" The professor begins.
"...Yes?"
"Go get some potions from the back and grab Eevee's ball. The right ball this time please."
"On it!"
Authors notes/ramblings + support
Hello guys, if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! It's been a long time since I have written a story, so please be sure to let me know what you think of it. I never thought I would end up writing Pokemon fanfiction, but recently I stumbled into Fuggmans story "Borne of Caution" and I've been loving it. I have never read a Pokemon fic before and was only mildly curious, but it hooked me in. I'm still in the process of reading it, though so no spoilers! I haven't read any other fics in this community yet so my character and world knowledge might not be the best besides the games i played when i was a kid so I'll probably have to do some research for writing future battles. I couldn't picture any characters besides Brendan and Zinnia because of that story so i hope you are ok with seeing them here again! Eventually… Hopefully that's okay with you guys! (of course ill write them differently)
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