Dust and Jewels | A Pokémon XYZ Fanfic

5 》Friends And Enemies~

"Welcome!" A monotone voice sounded next to Serena's ear.
She jumped and turned around to see a small metallic bot hovering in the air.
"Sylvi!" Sylveon exclaimed.
"Wow!" Clemont stuck his head in front of the bot, with a hand on his glasses, "This robot is a remarkable piece of work! Whoever made this must have been a technological genius!"
Clemont looked like he was tempted to take the robot apart and examine it piece by piece, so Serena directed his attention back to Bonnie.
When she faced back to the robot, it extended its arm in her direction, "My name is BOT243 and I am your personal assistant,"
Serena awkwardly shook its hand up and down.
"Wait, personal assistant?" She said with a confused expression.
"Yes, I have been programmed to attend to all of your needs and answer all of your questions. I will also be cleaning your room and serving you breakfast, lunch and dinner."
Then, it tilted its head downwards to look at Sylveon, Braixen and Pancham with a frown on its LED screen.
"I would also like to inform you that Pokemon aren't allowed in chateau premises, except in your room or in the gardens."
"Oh," Serena said disappointedly, "Well," she turned to Braixen and the others, "I guess I'll just have to put you back in your Pokeballs then,"
"Pancham panch!" Pancham said angrily.
"Sorry, buts it's the chateau rules! I promise to let you out in my room or in the gardens, okay?"
Pancham humphed and gave a nod.
After Serena had them in their Pokeballs inside her backpack, she turned to the robot.
"So...what are we supposed to do now?" She scratched her head awkwardly.
"To answer your question, we are supposed to be waiting,"
"Uh- waiting for what?" Ash piped up.
"We are waiting for the other Perstudents to arrive,"
"Per...Perstudents?" Serena said.
"Performer Students. No more questions, I will explain later,"

"Damn, that robot is confusing isn't it? A voice remarked behind Serena.
"Oh! It's you again!" Bonnie said.
Serena turned around and saw the girl who had saved her from the paparazzi.
She gave a small wave and a sheepish smile.
Bonnie squealed and immediately ran over, then kneeled down with a hand on her heart and a hand reaching out to the girl.
"Will you accept the honor of taking care of my brother?" She asked.
"BONNIE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO-"
"No, no, it's fine," the girl said.
As Clemont started yelling at Bonnie again, Serena pulled the paparazzi girl aside.

"Hey, uh, I never got to properly thank you," she said, rubbing her hand behind her neck.
"Oh - for getting you out of that paparazzi circle?" The girl asked, "No problem. It's just that I didn't want to see another performer get ruined by rumors."
"Rumors?" Serena said.
"Yeah, that that paparazzi group is pretty well known for creating false news that have pretty much destroyed performers' careers in the past. You seriously don't want to mess with them."
"Yes, that's what I was thinking," Serena said, glancing at the crowd of cameramen and reporters, "Do they have, like, a name?"
The girl nodded. "Pokénews"
"Well," Serena said, "Now that I've got everything sorted, I think I'd better introduce myself," She stuck her hand out, "My name's Serena Yvonne,"
The girl shook her hand, "And mine is Diamonte Chandelle, but you can call me Diam,"
"Nice to meet you, Diam," Serena smiled.

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Just then, the gates clanked open and a small figure hurried through, being chased by several reporters. The gates shut, trapping the paparazzi outside, still yelling questions at the figure.

"Oh, I know who that is," Diam piped up, "Her name's Miri Delora - She's a very good performer, but she's awfully shy,"
Serena nodded as she watched the figure scurry towards her and Diam. She was wearing a yellow and white stripes jacket and a shirt with a honeycomb pattern. She had mousy brown hair tied in a low side-ponytail and thin, light blue jeans.
"Hello Diam," Miri said in a quiet voice, then turned to Serena, "Um, hi."
"Hi!" Serena said cheerfully.
"Um, what are we supposed to do now?" Miri asked, biting her lips.
"Oh, my assistant bot said we should just wait for the others to arrive," Serena said.
"A-assistant bot?"
As if on queue, a bot flew over to Miri and extended an arm, saying, "My name is BOT597, and I am your personal assistant,"
As Miri's bot started talking, there was a clanging sound, and the gates banged open again, another figure hurrying through, with the same old reporters chasing her.
The gates shut and the girl haughtily walked away, ignoring the screaming questions.
"Hi," Serena called out immediately.
The girl scoffed and looked away, checking her nails.
Serena was taken aback, and glanced at Diam for help.
"Looks like we have a queen bee on our hands," Diam said, narrowing her eyes before shouting, "Hey, I like your outfit!"
The girl looked up and gave a smirk, then slowly began to walk over.
Serena heard a small "Uh-oh," from Miri, and turned her attention back to the queen bee. She was wearing a pink leather jacket with a white crop top, gold studded earrings and dark pink high heels. Her auburn hair was slightly wavy and she had heavily layered makeup on her face.
She reached the group and crossed her arms, scanning Diam up and down with her eyes.
"Thank you for the compliment," She said, with another smirk, "My outfit really is nice isn't it? Especially when it's compared to your trashy clothes-"
"Actually, aren't you the dumpster diver?" Diam countered, "Because I think I've definitely seen those clothes in a few trash cans on my way here,"
The girl snorted, "I got these as a gift after my father sponsored Chanel's new clothing line, unlike yours which YOU probably stole from the Salvation Army,"
She laughed and walked away giving a small hair flip.
"Wow, she's worse than I thought," Diam remarked.
"Mm-hmm," Miri nodded.

In the next 30 minutes, the other performers arrived through the gates one by one, usually being chased by Pokénews reporters. One of the performers with short punk hair, stuck a middle finger at a cameraman, and Diam immediately burst out laughing while Miri gave a disapproving cough.
After all the performers had arrived, Serena stood on her tiptoes, trying to find familiar faces.
"I never thought there'd be that many performers invited," Serena commented, scanning the crowd.
"Precisely 30," Diam added.
"30?" Serena said in astonishment.
"Yes, 30,"
"That means-"
Serena was interrupted by a large 'ahem' at the front of the crowd.
"Could I have everyone's attention please?" Came a voice speaking through a microphone.
Serena turned to see an woman with lush brown hair tied in a bun, wearing a dark blue suit and business skirt.
As the chatter and noise died down, the woman gave a warm smile and said, "Welcome to the Performer Program,"

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A/N: I'm back from Australia! Sorry if I haven't updated in a long time and I hope you liked this chapter!