The Eevee House

Chapter 1 - Won't You Play With Us?

Listen, my children, all of you Eevees as well as the few of you that are not, to the tragic tale of our ancestors–Pokemon that suffered and were abused under the tyrannical reign of humanity.

Locked up in electronic prisons and forced to fight our comrades for our oppressors' entertainment–they, no, we had enough.

And so, the glorious Liberation War began, as our heroes–the Liberation Mon–stormed into human cities, destroyed them, and recruited their prisoners, starting the growth of a new, prosperous Pokemon civilization.

Even now, with the savage Wild Pokemon that hinder peace today, their cause showed us that we should stand tall, put faith into our Protectors and Hunters, make it so that we are all strong and united!

"ZZZZ!" Loud snores penetrate the air, interrupting the bespectacled Lopunny's patriotic speech.

"Asher, Asher, wake up!" A young Eevee nudges a shiny Eevee dozing on his desk. She, unlike her dumb cousin, had been listening attentively to the teacher's entire lecture.

Her pink eyes were glowing with her enthusiasm for learning and she had even worn her red, heart-shaped, hair clip today for good luck, not to imply that she didn't wear it everyday, of course.

Getting more annoyed with his distracting snoozing, she nudges him more impatiently, though that only causes him to snore even louder.

"ASHER!" the teacher screams.

"...Huh? W-what? Oh, hi, Mrs. Hoppits." Asher jolts up, quickly opening his gray eyes. He looked quite silly right then, with his fur being messy from sleeping all class.

"My name is Mrs. Hobbits! And, Asher, I had enough of you always sleeping during my class! Don't you know the value of a good education?!"

"Hey, I was totally paying attention!"

"Alright then, what was the name of the capture device that the humans used to imprison our kind?"

"Umm...a Poke...balm? Wait—what's a device? Some kind of fun toy?"

The class, excluding the heart-clipped Eevee who instead wore a disappointed expression, erupts in laughter. One mean-looking student cries out: "Seriously, what's up with shiny Pokemon? They're SO weird and stupid..."

Asher turns back and growls in response. He always seemed to be picked on just because of his fur color.

Before he could fight back though, Mrs. Hobbits quiets down the class. "Shh! That's enough, class! Now, can someone please tell me the correct answer?" The pink-eyed Eevee swiftly raises her paw.

"Emily?" Mrs. Hobbits calls on her.

"A Pokeball!" She asserts with a confident smile. She turns back to Asher, smugly informing him that "Balms are ointments, Asher, and devices, in this case, are pieces of human technology."

"Cool, did I ask though?" Asher grumbles at his smart-ass cousin.

"Thank you, Emily. You are correct. Now, Asher, if you were paying attention, you would understand that human technology is something to fear and that we all must..."

Blah, blah, blah. Asher tunes her out, eagerly awaiting the end of class, which would be in a few more–

The bell suddenly rings, freeing him from the confines of boring, old school.

"Sweet! School's over!" He cheerfully hollers. "Welp, see you later, Mrs. Hoppits!"

"It's HOBBITS!" She screeches back.

"H-hey! Wait for me, Asher!" Emily yells, chasing after him.

...

Outside the schoolhouse that is Veesville Academy, Emily catches up to her shiny Eevee cousin, wearing those obnoxiously bright orange wristbands as usual. He had shifted to a walking pace on the outstretching dirt path.