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Eevee TF Series
Part 3
Chapter VII

A purpling, fuming face sat obscurely in the shine of the reflective metal elevator doors, with green eyes blazing hot enough to melt a pair of holes into the flat surface. Cathy was a ticking time-bomb, waiting to go off, and her unlit fuse hinged on the doors opening, or on any other excuse. Her fingernails dug into her palm as her fist clenched, white and cold. She was ready at a moment's notice to discharge a number of severed heads and swears across the hospital interior. The interns that had accompanied her earlier stood along a wall outside the 2nd floor bathrooms. Wide-eyed and pale, avoiding any form of eye contact, they waited in silent anxiety for whatever sort of hell the volatile woman was brewing behind her darkening face and thunderous green eyes.
"Where the hell are those ignorant little…" she shook her clenched fist tensely at her side as a trickle of swears and threats passed through her teeth. She expected no response, of course, and her students obediently knew she did not want any response- all except the one, who shuffled nervously before speaking.
"Perhaps they got lost?" he asked, knowing nothing of Mrs. Ruck's unmatched capacity for irritability. He realized that he was doomed before she had turned her scornful eyes to him. His face dived towards the floor to avoid her, but to no avail; the fuse had been lit.
In seconds she dove towards him, half-grumbling. "Excuse me, but the only people we admit to this hospital who can't count are on the 4th floor, up in Pediatrics! And I bet even they can count to one!" She turned back toward the elevator and started pacing around in a vehement rant. The medical staff around her began to take notice and took a few steps back, avoiding the fray. "I told them to go up one floor. One! Is it too much to ask to take on just a bit," at this she displayed her almost-pinched fingers, "of mature responsibility?" Her hand fell back to her side in a frustrated slap. "I bet it's that Caverte. All those punks practically worship him. The minute he shows that smug-ass face.."
The ding of the elevator sounded, immediately stopping her. She instinctively spun around and froze upright, mentally preparing another rant. The metal doors opened, and a tall man in a white overcoat similar to Cathy's casually stepped out, looking over a personal clipboard. He gave Cathy a silent little wave of the hand, and walked off, eyes on his clipboard. The doors closed again behind him. Cathy, embarrassed, went back to her ranting.
"Where the hell are those little..."


There was absolute silence from the crowd as a red glow faded into view from within the closed capsule. The silence was broken by a loud echoing sound like thunder, beneath a high-pitched hiss. The ball suddenly sprang open, exposing a furnace of red energy inside. There was a fluid motion in the energy, which spun about randomly and broke off into small dissipating eddies. A swirling sound grew as a geyser of the red energy shot out of the ball in a tall arc, to strike the table next to the ball.
An orb of bright light collected beside on the table and reflected in the curious spectators' eyes. It flashed in a starburst of odd angles with lightning-like deformities. The ball snapped shut, and the stream of light coming from inside was cut off. Slowly, the bright red energy began to coalesce into a small mammalian shape, revealing a head, body, and very small legs.
A silhouette began to appear beneath the red hue as it receded, revealing a body covered in toast-brown fur. A pair of large ears protruded from the top, and a cream-white mane of raindrop-shaped tufts decorated the small neck. A large brown fluff of a tail swished around playfully behind the body.
The head inclined upwards and two thin brown eyelids shot open to reveal a pair of tall, deep, resonant eyes. The creature's tiny mouth smiled wide and opened, letting loose a squeaking Eevee-Vee!
The morning sun shone in through a wall of clear glass pane windows and shimmered in the large brown eyes, which covered nearly half of the face. The small head looked up at the face of Ron first, and then saw Corbyn beside him. The brown eyes picked up movement to the side, and it spun around to see the gathering of other humans to whom he was being introduced. The brown ovals somehow seemed to grow even bigger, as the tiny body was overwelmed with excitement. His love for attention and affection quickly became apparent; within seconds he was bombarded with a healthy dose of it. He naively absorbed everything and responded with his own array of cute gestures and high-pitched Vee's, which to him only seemed to augment his position.
Valencia stooped from her chair with few words. "Would he- would you mind if I held him?" She said in anticipation, gently stroking the soft fur in front of her. She was quickly infatuated, and tried to sound apologize for doubting Ron earlier through her slow and careful words. She knew she should have asked before petting, but neither Ron nor the Eevee seemed to mind. She, however, did entirely: she felt like the luckiest person in the world for having such an opportunity before her. She had no other idea of how to react to a real, living pokémon- and a cute one, at that.
"You can certainly try, Val- just watch out; he's a bit of a scamp."
To this, Eevee responded with a scrunched-up face which suggested hurt feelings for being called such an impossible thing. He made an attempt to disprove Ron by jumping into Valencia's lap before she could pick him up. His untamed, rogue nature could not be hidden for long however, and soon his holder's face was wet with licks from his hyperactive tongue. He scrambled his way up to perch on Valencia's head and played with silky brown strands of her hair, turning it into a matted, tangled mess.
"Oh, s- stop that!" she managed. She reached up her free hand and tried to regain control over the energetic scamp. He quickly gave up on her head and playfully jumped at her raised arm, pawing with clawless paws and biting with tiny, futile teeth. "I see what you mean!" She secured him with both hands and passed the bundle gently over to Eric, who gratefully accepted the gift before suffering the same fate and releasing the furball back onto the table.
At that point, Ron grabbed the pokéball and returned it to his pocket. He snatched up the Eevee, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. He struggled around painlessly, trying to give Ron an excited lick or two. As soon as he was back in his possession, Ron passed him over to Corbyn, who had wordlessly been musing and grinning at the whole spectacle.
Just like the others, Corbyn's smiling face was soon covered in wet kisses, and his arms marked here and there with shallow dimples from small, dull teeth. Corbyn thanked his attacker with a quick kiss to the forehead- an action which he soon regretted when he tasted frail fur on his lips, which he spat out. "Wonderful kisser. I think he'd like some lovin to Uncle Ron," he joked as he passed Eevee back to his new uncle.
Ron grimaced, "Oh I got plenty already- he makes a better alarm clock." He held Eevee up to Crystal, looking for any sort of telling gleam in her eyes.
She shook her head politely and put up her hand, "No, thanks." Eevee insisted, however, leaping from Ron's grasp onto her shoulder. He started to play around with her necklace but soon gave up and fell asleep on his perch, tired from all the excitement. He again received more unacknowledged Awwwwww's from his wetted audience as he entertained them effortlessly with a squeaky yawn and the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Ron reached back into his coat pocket and brought the pokéball out. He pointed the button side in the direction of the exhausted fox. A beam of red light shot out and enveloped Eevee, undisturbed, and dissolved the furry image back into a packet of energy. The red light shot inside the button, which faded back down to a natural gray-white color. He held it up just a moment longer to be sure Eevee was secured inside, and returned the ball to his pocket before sighing and leaning back in his chair. He observed the devastation his little friend had caused, as he saw the delighted, enthused, and shiny-wet faces of his companions. Each was engaged either in drying their chins or finger-combing their hair back into an acceptable position, all laughing at their misfortunes. Most elated was Valencia, whose face was grinning with restrained laughter and whose eyes were still clenched behind stray locks of hair. "He's quite the little rascal, isn't he?" She laughed, running her fingers across her forehead, and opening her eyes at Ron.
"Indeed, he is!" Ron returned, patting the lump in his coat pocket.
She continued. "But he's so adorable!"
"Indeed, he is!" he repeated. Everyone around him nodded in agreement.
"So allow me to ask the big question, then," Corbyn turned to him, looking at him with a suspicious face. "Where, exactly, did you get that?" He pointed a finger at the lump in Ron's coat pocket.
Ron followed the finger down to his coat. "Men's Warehouse. $89."
The others laughed.
"You know what I mean, Ron." He spoke lightly with precision and some sarcastic intent. "How did someone as dull as you come across that thing?"
Ron paused and thought about what to say. He looked to Crystal, but she offered no help. She simply looked invested, as if she wanted to hear the story all over again.
"Well," he began with a sigh. He saw all of the other attentive faces locked onto his. He was the center of all attention, and everyone suddenly wanted answers. He felt some pride with his new importance. He continued casually, trying not to sound eccentric. "To be honest, I just found it yesterday." He wasn't surprised to see some eyebrows rise around him. "I was looking for my hotel, and I happened to find this thing," he poked the lump, "right outside! I had no idea what it was until this morning, when I learned that that little guy was inside. He actually woke me up- rather rudely, at that." The others pictured the scene and laughed.
"Lucky! He is so cute!" Valencia sighed.
"How is that even possible?" Eric spoke up. "I mean, aren't they supposed to be... well, you know, fictional?"
Everyone looked at Crystal, who looked like she was going to say something. "Err..." She blinked her eyes with pensive thought. "There are just some things in life that don't really have answers," she concluded with a shrug.
The others sat in silence for a moment.
Corbyn broke the tension. "Say, Ron, what hotel were you talking about earlier?"
"The Black Cat. Why?"
Corbyn's face lit up. "You're kidding, right? That's where I'm staying! I guess you're lucky to be staying there, huh?"
"You mean- how they allow animals?"
"Nah, I mean you've got me there to protect you, genius." His tongue shot out in a tease.
"Yeah, I suppose that is a good thing," Ron replied with the same sarcasm. "Where are you?"
"I'm on the left side of the second floor. You?"
"Just... around the corner."
"Hmm. Hey, you want to go for a walk together later?"
"Sure." Ron looked at his watch. "Haha, Cathy's not going to be happy when she finds us. We've been here for like twenty minutes!"
Crystal looked up. "Then, why don't we find her instead? The sooner the better." She got up and stretched a bit. Her gaze looked over to the panoramic windows for a last look and then walked across the icy-white tiles to the elevator. The draft was picking up again, and she embraced her exposed arms. The others also got up from their long sitting. Each peered over the table through the window at the scene below, and followed Crystal, who was waiting by the console. She pressed the only button available, and waited.
Eric held up a finger for attention. "So, wait a minute. We should have an alibi, right?"
"That's a good question," Corbyn replied thoughtfully, with his hand over his mouth. Suddenly, he turned around and gave Ron a swift kick to the shin, knocking him over.
"Ack! Ow, what was that all about?!"
"You tripped and fell up the stairs, remember? You were a crying mess for about 20 minutes."
Everyone was laughing again. Corbyn smiled and offered Ron his hand, helping him up.
"Well, you could have given a warning, you know."
Corbyn shrugged and his tilted his head back a bit, showing he was sorry. The elevator made a ding, and the door opened for them. They all hopped in, except for Ron, who limped over to the corner. Crystal stood with a smirk, and pressed the button on the console with a "1" on it. The elevator descended.
Chapter 7: The return of Eevee!
I know this was a major cliffhanger for all of you, and I apologize for yielding YET AGAIN at the beginning. XD

In this part, Ron and company continue their dissent in the ninth floor lounge. Eevee gets his way and...err... gets to meet new people. Also, we see Cathy get steaming mad for the first time.

Thanks for reading!

Pokemon is (c) Nintendo. Nintendo is (c) Nintendo.
Corbyn is (c) :iconcorbynprower:
Crystal is (c) :iconyuseidarkumbreon:
Valencia is (c) :icongolferdude666:
Eric is (c) :iconlatios111:
Ron, Cathy, and all other characters are
(c) :iconchristopherf10:

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Rivalnator Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2012
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 10, 2012  Student Writer
X33 thanks
dan0147 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2011
whatever happened to umbreon?
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2011  Student Writer
oh dont worry x3
nalaiscool Featured By Owner May 4, 2011
The Face of Evil never looked so cute. I'll bet that 'lil eevee is the destroyer of worlds. XD
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 4, 2011  Student Writer
X333333 adorable eevee is eevil F3 :iconevilkawaiismileplz:
nalaiscool Featured By Owner May 4, 2011
try using "EBIL" instead of eeeeeeviillll....
much cuter.
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 8, 2011  Student Writer
lol indeed :iconevilkawaiismileplz: I IZ EBIL EEFEE >:3
bronzewolf78 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
here comes trouble...
NixillUmbreon Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2010  Student Writer
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2010  Student Writer
corbynprower Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
hehe i enjoyed this
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2010  Student Writer
:D So did I!
corbynprower Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
hehe me glad u did
Latios111 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2010  Student General Artist
Another great one, its exciting, can't wait for the next :D
warriorcatgirl365 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2010
LOL such cute little devil!
ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2010  Student Writer
He is! Lol So cute, and yet such a rascal!
warriorcatgirl365 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2010
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