My Little Eevee

Chapter 2

Today as usual, I walk to work.
It was the same shit, just a different day, watching the same people enter the pharmacy, grabbing their meds and pay, then walking out of the store with bags in tow. My shift ended several hours of this. I clocked out and started walking home. Now living in this area I see trash all the time. Boxes, beer cups, and plastic bags  litter the streets and empty fields, but rarely will I see a cardboard Box that isn't Crushed in one way or another. It dosen't move, it dosen't stand out as if it was special. Just a ordinary Grey cardboard box. My curiosity got the better of me as I walk closer to it.
As I drew Closer, however, I began to notice something inside. It was quite Small, Maybe the size of of a few months old baby Puppies.
I stop aside the box, and look down at the Brown Blob. inside is a sleeping...
...newborn...
...Eevee.
There is not a physical way that this could be here. . . How she could be here... in my dark and horrid World.
My mind was a mess of questions. How did she get here? why is she here? As I Stand to stretch my tired legs, I accidentally bump the side of the box with my foot, and the inevitable occurs...
...she wakes up.
She looks around, rubbing her face with her paw, trying to wake herself up. At first all she sees are the Grew Walls of the Box...but then she looks up at me. Those large Brown eyes, and cream-color around her Collar. The sheer cuteness drives me to kneel back down, and I can't hold back a smile. I haven't smiled like this in years,  her eyes continue to stare at me, as I stare back. I don't know what to say, or what to do, but I must start somewhere.

"Hi there, what are you doing out here?

She looks around, then Back at me.
The more I study her, the more I realize she really is young, younger then her first appearance in episode forty. She might not be able to Fight yet... that is, if she could fight in my world. The fact that she is even existing right now has me reeling in confusion. I draw my attention Back at her And noticing her body Shivering. I'm not sure exactly how to tackle this situation; do I take her home? do I call somone? Who would I even call? None of my friends know about my love for the show. I can't take her to a shelter... that's a Stupid thought in the first Place. I had only one choice. She shakes once more as the cool air reaches her coat, that's the final straw I can't take it anymore. I take of my jacket and reach in to pick her up. I get the initial response I expected; fear. She begins to squirm around, unsure of what I was doing to her. I sat her into my jacket, wrap her up so that her head is sticking out, and hold her in my arms. She continues to Squirm, but them my body heat began to finally seep through the Thin Jackets and she settles down. She squirms a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position. I can feel her paws poking me as she shifts. Then to top it off, she rest her chin onto my arm and let's out a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she drifts off to sleep. My heart explodes. The entire walk back, I keep an eye out for people who could pass by me. I don't want anybody else to see her, I have no way of thinking how they would react. As usual though, I don't see a single person.

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