𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐋 | [Royal!Sycamore/Hybrid!Reader] | POKÉMON

IX

𝐈𝐗
𝐩𝐨𝐯.: 𝐲/𝐧

Music echoes through the giant hallways. You push your head past the door, glancing outside to see the usual turmoil. Ever since the ball was announced, people have been working and scurrying around everywhere. It's a non-stop endeavour to polish the castle to perfection. As if lives would be depending on it.

It is kind of funny. Being able to run past all these hard-working people, watching as they work, not having to do the same. It had always been the other way around. You can simply watch with a fat grin behind that barred mask of yours, annoying those people with banter or mocking quips.

Though, you'd be lying if you said you weren't kind of excited to see how they had completed the decoration of the big hall. So that's what you decide to do,- checking out the festivities. As the sun begins its slow ascend and yet, the party is hours away from starting, you sneak your way towards the ball room.

"Ayo Clemont," you snicker as you run into him, watching the small servant turn around and look at you in annoyance. His blonde brow twitches.

"Y/n," he snarls. Immediately, he lifts the plate with the food to the side. They're barely out of your reach. His big glasses reflect a bright ray of light, hiding his eyes for just a moment.

"I know why you're here..."

"Hah smart pants, that's where you're wrong."

You cross your arms, marching a few steps past him. He watches unimpressed, lifting the plate the other direction.

"I'm here to see what decorations the prince chose."

"He didn't 'choose' anything. It's the standard procedure for every event."

"Well," you scoff. "Even better then."

"Y/n!"

A little girl runs towards you with lifted hands, smiling brightly. Her blonde hair waves in the wind, the brightest blond you know, though not entirely unfamiliar. She is wearing an apron, as does the Dedenne sitting on her shoulder.

You can't help but give a toothy grin as you take notice of her. She jumps up on you, hugging your legs tightly. Her Pokémon calls out in joy. Clemont looks incredibly vexed by their fondness of you.

You blow him a raspberry, and his glare deepens.

"What are you doing here sister?"

You blink a few times, surprised by her nickname for you.

"I uh... wanted to see the ballroom."

"You have to! It's gorgeous!"

"It looks just like always," Clemont hisses.

His sister steps away from you and closer to her brother. She shoots him an angry look. "Well, then it always looks this way. So? Does that make it less special?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Oh,- be quiet little sister!"

"You just wait! I am telling dad!"

"You're—!"

Perceiving movement to his right, Clemont turns his head. His eyes widen as he takes notice of you, Parfait in hand, smirking, and he takes a few hurried steps aside. He cries out in frustration, though can do nothing but watch as you squeeze the chocolate past the bars of your muzzle and into your mouth. He hadn't realized how silent and quick you're able to move.

"Damn you!"

"Yowre nawt twall enouwg," you muse between bites, licking your fingertips mockingly. Bonnie laughs.