The Bugs in the Woods

Technology is Smelly Sometimes.

Junebug, or June for short, always was uncomfortable. In a chair, laying in bed, heck, even air conditioning was a discomfort. The sound of electricity always bugged her as well and contributed to her eternal feeling of misplacement. That was the word! Misplacement. She constantly felt like she wasn't supposed to be where she was.

This was amplified by the fact that she did, indeed, live alone. Her little house was barely something, but something it was. Most likely held together with duct tape. Quite something. Sometimes it seemed as if June appeared out of nowhere- perhaps she just spawned? In all likelihood, she was abandoned by somebody who did not want her. This was another reason for her overall, all-encompassing, adjective-repeating, ever-growing discomfort.

So one day she up and left. Got herself out of that town and into the woods. And when she began to regret this decision, when she was about to walk back to her duct-tapey, shabby, raggedy little dirt hut of a home, she encountered a pokemon that made her change her mind, and changed the course of her whole life: a shuckle. Nothing special or fancy, just a shuckle. But this shuckle looked up at her with its beady little eyes and let out a chirp. It motioned its head for June to follow it, so she did, and it led her to a berry bush. Now, one reason for June's regret was her hunger. She was starving and in desperate need of a snack. The other was fear of loneliness. She guessed she had better, still bad, chances of meeting a friend in the villiage. And the third was that she would be unwanted here too. Now she realised that none of these were the case. She had food, a friend, and was welcomed here. June gave the little shuckle a pat on the head and watched as it picked a berry and put it into its shell. Adorable. She picked one of the berries and tried it, pretending to be some kind of chef and analyzing the taste to find what it was. She already could tell from its appearance that it was probably an oran berry, but this was more fun. It tasted fine, so she had another before lying down in the grass next to the creature.
"What should I call you?"
Her question was met with a drowsy-sounding chirp.
"Turts? Scoots? Drowsy? Shucks? Buggy?" Between each word she looked to the shucke for a response. On the last one its derpy little face picked up again and it gave a happy chirp.
"Really? The worst one? Granted, they were all pretty bad, but this was the worst." She paused, before continuing: "Alright, Buggy." June drifted off to sleep peacefully in the grass. As she fell asleep, she recognised that she felt home.

The next day, she woke up to a face covered in licks. Ow. Slightly acidic licks, at that. She wiped off her face with a sleeve. "Silly!".  It didn't look too silly, realised June- it looked very concerned. It was looking past her, to whatever was behind her. Her train of thought was interrupted by a roar, that of an ursaring. She whipped around, startled. The shuckle inched to get in front of her. "No, Buggy! What are you going to do? We should just stay calm and leave!" It huffed in response and turned to the ursaring. Before shuckle could move to attack, the angered Ursaring gave shuckle a smack that shurely should've knocked it out, but it stayed sturdy. It looked hurt, but that didn't deter it as when it closed its eyes, something June had never seen before happened. Bugs, seemingly out of thin air, attacked and swarmed the Ursaring. It yelped and ran away as fst as it could. June turned towards her new friend in surprise, but it didn't share the same smiling face as hers. June had a feeling that it was hurt.