Along time ago, when my name was Master Chuckle, I posted a preview of a fic I planned to write called ''The Mystic Compass.'' Before I could begin writing it, however, I had a change of heart, and aborted this project. Ever since then, I have spent hours trying to think up a brilliant new Pokemon fanfic. After all this time, I have finally come up with a story I find fully satisfactory, and here it is.
Before we start, I must tell you that the true nature of my fic does not become apparent until the third chapter. So do not let the theme of the first chapter deceive you into thinking this is a story centered around baby Pokemon and whatnot, because this is not the case. Now let us begin!
Chapter 1: The Nursery.
The Egg Warehouse at the Breeding Centre was darkened and silent.
The innumerable eggs, which old Everisto had arrayed with loving care on the rows of shelves as if they were ornaments in a display cabinet, stood still, as if waiting to hatch.
Suddenly, the silence in which these eggs bathed was broken by a conversation between an elderly woman and her granddaughter; both of whom had just entered and were now walking down the aisle.
“Sorry to bother you grandma” said the granddaughter. She was a slender, flame-haired girl, as pretty, tall, and young as her grandma was old, short, and wrinkly. “But what’s the point of you guiding me down here when I can just walk down here on my own? I haven’t needed to be accompanied anywhere since I was seven, so why would that change now?”
“This is more than just a petty stroll, Jessika,” replied her grandma.
“Me and your grandpa have thought about it carefully, and we’ve decided it’s finally time for you to have your own Pokemon. We have been raising it in the nursery for a week, ever since it hatched, and now it’s at an appropriate age for you two to be introduced to each other.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Jessika in delight. “This is fantastic news! Except… what if it’s a Pokemon I don’t like, such as a Dunsparce or Shuckle?”
“Jessika, please!” reassured her grandma as they approached a wide door at the other end of the warehouse. “I hate those disgusting creatures as much as you do; of course we would never give you one. Why do you have to look at things in such a negative point of view?”
It was now that they reached the door, which grandma proceeded to open. Beyond it was a relatively large pentagon-shaped chamber, with a cradle nestled against each of the five walls, and a large cylinder of milk with suckling taps petruding from all angles. Toys, some of them badly damaged after years of being played with, were littered across the floor.
This was the nursery, were Grandma nurtured newly hatched babies until they were ready to wander the paddock outside the breeding centre.
Then, without saying a word, Grandma scuttled over to the nearest cradle, withdrew the numerous quilts and blankets, and gently lifted from it a baby Pokemon. This Pokemon resembled a diminutive ursine, with a huge, fluffy ears, a crescent marking on the fur above its muzzle, and pleasantly plump paws evolved for gouging open Beedrill hives.
It was exquisitely cute, much moreso than the Pokemon which Jessika’s schoolfriends persistently regarded as cute, and looking into its curious, innocent face filled Jessika with an unbridled joy she had never felt before.
“Grandma, it’s adorable!” cried Jessika. “Thank you! What Pokemon is it, by the way?” she added as an afterthought. It looked like a Pokemon of wild descent, and Jessika was unfamiliar with anything that wasn’t raised and nurtured in a breeding centre.
“It’s a Teddiursa, known by naturalists as a honivorous ursine-cub. Would you like to hold it?” Jessika nodded eagerly, and Grandma responded by passing Teddiursa into her awaiting arms.
Little more than a moment later, Jessika gave a shriek of pain, and stumbled backwards in alarm. Teddiursa was hanging onto her arm, and gnawing it affectionately.
“Calm down Jessika. I think it likes you.”
“If it likes me, then why is it eating me?” cried Jessika, disturbed that something so innocent and sweet-looking could inflict such pain.
“With some Pokemon, biting is a sign of affection. You should know that, seeing as you have lived in a breeding centre all your life.”
“Ohhh…” said Jessika, relaxing. She felt slightly embarrassed that she had spent years of training to be a Pokemon breeder with her grandparents, and yet had forgotten one of the most significant aspects of Pokemon behaviour. “Well, I suppose I was too startled and in pain to realise that.”
Teddiursa released its toothy grip, and rolled onto the floor, were it looked up at its new owner with a deep, profound fondness.
Jessika had spent her entire life working with young Pokemon, and none of them had ever looked at her in such a loving way. She understood at this very moment that this was the start of a glorious relationship.
“Grandma, this is the greatest gift ever! I promise that I shall take care of it and never let any harm befall it!”
“I’m so glad you like it,” said grandma. “I was worried you might complain about not having an Eevee or Pikachu, or any of the popular Pokemon girls your age seem so obsessed with having.”
“Don’t worry about that grandma” said Jessika. “To be honest, I never saw what was so special about Eevee and Pikachu in the first place. Oh, and by the way, what do you mean by ‘Honivorous bear-cub?’”
“It’s a complicated way of saying ‘a baby bear that eats honey, but you needn’t worry about that being all it eats. It also eats nuts, berries, and almost all kinds of meat…humans being an exception, of course.”
Suddenly, the chiming rhythm of the arrival bell vibrated through the breeding centre; and this meant that somebody had arrived at the gates to drop off one of their Pokemon.
“Looks like we have a customer” said Grandma. “We better attend to them immediately.”
She hobbled slowly and steadily out of the nursery, followed by Jessika. Teddiursa waddled behind ungainly, desperate to stay as close as possible to Jessika.
Little did they know, that this “customer” would shape all three of their lives in ways they could not possibly have imagined…....