Umbreon and Mew

The tale of a strange-colored Umbreon who finds a Mew kit one night...

[umbreonmeetsmew]

Welcome

Hi, welcome to something I'm trying out. I need a creative outlet and I've been watching Mew/Twoblr for a while now. I decided to rework some old OCs from when I was really young, and wrote a little bit. There probably won't be too much actual artwork, as I'm not the most confident in my drawing skills. I hope my writing can make up for that.

No header until I figure out what to do with it, hopefully quickly.

Characters under Read More, all available for asks!

Victoree - she/her - An Umbreon who, strangely, has pink bands and seems to have a partial psychic typing.

Oran - he/him - A shiny mew kit, found in a destroyed nest with no living creatures nearby. Very attached to Victoree, considering her his “mama”.

Kip - he/they - Victoree's trainer. An independent Pokémon researcher who is very interested in legendary and mythical Pokémon.

[umbreonmeetsmew]

Oran is much less restless after receiving a name. The little Mew and its “mama” become closer and closer by the day, Victoree teaching the kit how to control its power. It wasn't long before Kip began to hear that little voice in his head whenever Oran had something to tell them.

Big Hands? The kit is sitting with Victoree in a pet bed, being groomed.

"Hm? Oran, did you need something?" Kip looks up from his laptop, checking on the little one out of the corner of his eye.

When are my eyes supposed to open? I wanna see you and mama for real. Not just auras. They've been asking this question often lately, once they figured out that not everyone saw with just psychic power.

"Ah, well...I don't know much about Mew, since they're so rare...but if it's anything like other Pokémon, the Riolu I've raised from eggs, for example, then it could be any day now." The human looks thoughtful, "I wonder what color your eyes will be?"

I wanna know too! The mewling reaches up and grabs his mama's nose, Do you wanna know, mama?

I am curious about it. She nuzzles Oran gently, But if we're using Fell and Larka as examples, they might change as you grow. Larka's were bright blue when they opened, but they changed green over time.

"Oh, the strangeness of the shiny gene...It'll be exciting to see how it effects a Mythical, since they're so rarely studied..." The researcher smiles brightly.

Two days later, Victoree stretches herself awake, and pokes Oran to wake them. The mewling yawns widely, and a few tears slide from their eyelids.

Good morning, mama... The small creature rubs its face with its hands before looking up.

Oh! The Umbreon seems a little startled, Your eyes are open!

The tiny creature blinks a few times before realizing fully, Mama! I can see you!

What pretty red eyes you have, Oran!

[umbreonmeetsmew]

We see a new pokemon challenger has arrived! It is most exciting!

I'm verrry interested in seeing how strong your team is, you should stop by the subway sometime. I love a good challenge.

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Kip laughs and shakes his head nervously. "I-I've never really been much of a battler! I used to live in Unova, you know...I always watched your televised matches, and all of those ads for the battle subway..."

They're terrified of you. Mostly because they're a huge fan. Victoree sticks her tongue out at her trainer. I wouldn't mind a practice match myself, if we ever go back to Unova. You must promise to take it easy on me, though. My trainer doesn't have many pokemon, and I'm the only one with battle experience.

I wanna try too, mama! Oran grabs onto his mother's leg expectantly, his deep pink eyes sparkling.

Maybe one day, little one, but you can't even float yet. You don't know any moves, either. I will help you learn, if you wish, but you'll have to get a little older first. She leans down and licks the kit in the middle of his forehead, roughing up his short fur.

"Ah, you two seem so casual about challenging one of the most renowned battle facilities this side of the ocean...I guess I should start training the Riolu a little more, if you're actually serious..."

@askthechoochooboys

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Emmet grins, somehow it is bigger than usual. A gleam of mischief rests in his eyes.

"Oh verrry serious indeed! A Riolu would be the perfect-"

"What my brother is trying to say," Ingo interjects, cutting off what was most likely going to be an intense "threat."

"I would be an honor if the three of you came by one day. Especially once Oran is old enough. We don't see many Mews in the Unova area. But I'm sure you know that, considering that you are a native."

"Bring the Riolu!" Emmet insists again but Ingo ignores him.

"Anyway, we have a tight schedule to keep which unfortunately means we will have to cut this meeting short. However, it was a pleasure to meet you three!"

[umbreonmeetsmew]

We see a new pokemon challenger has arrived! It is most exciting!

I'm verrry interested in seeing how strong your team is, you should stop by the subway sometime. I love a good challenge.

-askthechoochooboys

Kip laughs and shakes his head nervously. "I-I've never really been much of a battler! I used to live in Unova, you know...I always watched your televised matches, and all of those ads for the battle subway..."

They're terrified of you. Mostly because they're a huge fan. Victoree sticks her tongue out at her trainer. I wouldn't mind a practice match myself, if we ever go back to Unova. You must promise to take it easy on me, though. My trainer doesn't have many pokemon, and I'm the only one with battle experience.

I wanna try too, mama! Oran grabs onto his mother's leg expectantly, his deep pink eyes sparkling.

Maybe one day, little one, but you can't even float yet. You don't know any moves, either. I will help you learn, if you wish, but you'll have to get a little older first. She leans down and licks the kit in the middle of his forehead, roughing up his short fur.

"Ah, you two seem so casual about challenging one of the most renowned battle facilities this side of the ocean...I guess I should start training the Riolu a little more, if you're actually serious..."

@askthechoochooboys

[umbreonmeetsmew]

Oran is much less restless after receiving a name. The little Mew and its “mama” become closer and closer by the day, Victoree teaching the kit how to control its power. It wasn't long before Kip began to hear that little voice in his head whenever Oran had something to tell them.

Big Hands? The kit is sitting with Victoree in a pet bed, being groomed.

"Hm? Oran, did you need something?" Kip looks up from his laptop, checking on the little one out of the corner of his eye.

When are my eyes supposed to open? I wanna see you and mama for real. Not just auras. They've been asking this question often lately, once they figured out that not everyone saw with just psychic power.

"Ah, well...I don't know much about Mew, since they're so rare...but if it's anything like other Pokémon, the Riolu I've raised from eggs, for example, then it could be any day now." The human looks thoughtful, "I wonder what color your eyes will be?"

I wanna know too! The mewling reaches up and grabs his mama's nose, Do you wanna know, mama?

I am curious about it. She nuzzles Oran gently, But if we're using Fell and Larka as examples, they might change as you grow. Larka's were bright blue when they opened, but they changed green over time.

"Oh, the strangeness of the shiny gene...It'll be exciting to see how it effects a Mythical, since they're so rarely studied..." The researcher smiles brightly.

Two days later, Victoree stretches herself awake, and pokes Oran to wake them. The mewling yawns widely, and a few tears slide from their eyelids.

Good morning, mama... The small creature rubs its face with its hands before looking up.

Oh! The Umbreon seems a little startled, Your eyes are open!

The tiny creature blinks a few times before realizing fully, Mama! I can see you!

What pretty red eyes you have, Oran!

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[umbreonmeetsmew]

Victoree's ears twitch lightly. As if she hadn't been exhausted by the events of her night, even after being fed, the Mewling became fussy and refused to settle down and go to sleep.

Finally, though, the small creature seems to have exhausted itself. It stretched itself out over the Umbreon's leg, purring a little in its sleep. Victoree lays her head against it gently, drifting into a light slumber.

Hello, mama!

Victoree can tell she's still asleep, but she's certain she just heard a tiny voice. And, did it just call her-

Mama?

She looks around in her mindspace before landing on the tiniest blue aura, which slowly forms itself into the shape of the tiny Mew.

Little one, is that you? She reaches towards it mentally, confused. She hasn't spent much time around other psychic-types...

You can hear me, mama! The little figure flies around excitedly, flickering in and out of solidity.

Why are you calling me "mama"? Isn't your parent another Mew? What happened to them?

You're my mama because you're my mama! That other Mew...it made me, but it did not like me... The creature wilts a little, The Bad Hands came and took them away, and hurt my siblings. I have felt you before, hunting...I called out to you before, but you couldn't hear me. But then you came and brought me to Big Hands, and you fed me and you're letting me in your nest! It comes a little closer to Victoree, The other Mew didn't let me in the nest. They're not my mama, you are!

Bad Hands? Big Hands? Is that what you call humans? A cloud of sadness surrounds the Umbreon, as she thinks of the dead kits in the nest.

But that's what they are? They are hands and they pick things up...Big Hands is very gentle.

Ah, that's right, your eyes aren't open yet... She sighs gently, thinking of what Kip's face will look like when he hears the name, Can you tell me something else? Do you have a name? Er...did that other Mew call you anything?

The little ball of energy flickers again as it thinks, It called me "runt".

Victoree frowns mentally, Would you like a different name?

I want to be named by mama! The energy swings so close that it touches against Victoree's. It's an odd feeling, but she can sense all of the little creature's excitement in the brief moment.

Hm... Truthfully, she had been considering it all night. The thing that kept popping into her mind, though, was the image of an underripe oran berry... How about Oran?

Oran! I am Oran!!

Kip takes a glance at the sleeping duo next to them on the couch. Victoree's bands are glowing lightly, and a sense of satisfaction wafts from her direction. The human smiles gently, patting her on the head, before leaning in the opposite direction and falling asleep.

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Victoree's ears twitch lightly. As if she hadn't been exhausted by the events of her night, even after being fed, the Mewling became fussy and refused to settle down and go to sleep.

Finally, though, the small creature seems to have exhausted itself. It stretched itself out over the Umbreon's leg, purring a little in its sleep. Victoree lays her head against it gently, drifting into a light slumber.

Hello, mama!

Victoree can tell she's still asleep, but she's certain she just heard a tiny voice. And, did it just call her-

Mama?

She looks around in her mindspace before landing on the tiniest blue aura, which slowly forms itself into the shape of the tiny Mew.

Little one, is that you? She reaches towards it mentally, confused. She hasn't spent much time around other psychic-types...

You can hear me, mama! The little figure flies around excitedly, flickering in and out of solidity.

Why are you calling me "mama"? Isn't your parent another Mew? What happened to them?

You're my mama because you're my mama! That other Mew...it made me, but it did not like me... The creature wilts a little, The Bad Hands came and took them away, and hurt my siblings. I have felt you before, hunting...I called out to you before, but you couldn't hear me. But then you came and brought me to Big Hands, and you fed me and you're letting me in your nest! It comes a little closer to Victoree, The other Mew didn't let me in the nest. They're not my mama, you are!

Bad Hands? Big Hands? Is that what you call humans? A cloud of sadness surrounds the Umbreon, as she thinks of the dead kits in the nest.

But that's what they are? They are hands and they pick things up...Big Hands is very gentle.

Ah, that's right, your eyes aren't open yet... She sighs gently, thinking of what Kip's face will look like when he hears the name, Can you tell me something else? Do you have a name? Er...did that other Mew call you anything?

The little ball of energy flickers again as it thinks, It called me "runt".

Victoree frowns mentally, Would you like a different name?

I want to be named by mama! The energy swings so close that it touches against Victoree's. It's an odd feeling, but she can sense all of the little creature's excitement in the brief moment.

Hm... Truthfully, she had been considering it all night. The thing that kept popping into her mind, though, was the image of an underripe oran berry... How about Oran?

Oran! I am Oran!!

Kip takes a glance at the sleeping duo next to them on the couch. Victoree's bands are glowing lightly, and a sense of satisfaction wafts from her direction. The human smiles gently, patting her on the head, before leaning in the opposite direction and falling asleep.

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An Umbreon with strange colored bands runs through a thicket, jumping around and hiding between bushes. Her nose twitches gently, and her ears turn to listen to every slight noise near her. She seems to be following a scent, keeping her head to the ground, focusing on her hunt.

With a confused twitch of her ears, that concentration is broken.

Myu!

The noise catches her attention and she abandons her hunt to follow it. She doesn’t know why, but she feels an attraction in a specific direction, even without trying to find a scent. 

In the tall grass, she eventually finds the source. A destroyed pokemon nest, surrounded by the wreckage of some kind of battle. The mother it belonged to has clearly not been here in some time, and her scent has faded from the area.

The remains of two of the young pokemon, picked apart by decay, are still in the nest. Their species is unidentifiable. The Umbreon huffs sadly, but is quickly distracted.

Myu!!

There’s still something alive here. She roots through the grass a moment, before finding the source. It’s barely the size of her paw, and its eyes are still closed, but the pale blue Mew is unmistakably alive. It calls out again, and the Umbreon can feel the psychic energy that had called her here. She gently grabs its scruff before running back in the direction she came from.

She travels more quickly than usual, despite the precious cargo she’s carrying. A sense of dread has waived over her, considering the fact that something had to have destroyed the Mew nest. On purpose, it seemed, considering the kits had been killed but not eaten. This one must have been exceptionally quiet, or had fortuitously fallen out of the nest before being attacked.

The Umbreon exits the tree line into a yard she seems familiar with. A small house sits at its head. She goes straight for the door flap that leads inside, hoping for her trainer to be home.

“Ah, Victoree, you’re back quicker than usuaaaa—“ The trainer turns to his Pokémon, blinking quickly as he processes the sight before him.

I felt something calling to me, and it led me to a completely destroyed nest…the only thing left alive was this kit. I don’t know when they last ate, and they seem smaller than they should be… The Umbreon speaks psychically. It’s something odd, but her trainer is used to it now.

“I’ve spent years searching for Pokémon like that, you know. And one calls you to it without you even trying while you’re just out hunting! It’s amazing, Victoree.” He laughs heartily, and holds out his hand, “Let’s make sure the poor thing is okay. If it was calling you, and you took it, I imagine its parent wasn’t around.”

Victoree gently places the Mew into her trainer’s hand, almost reluctant to let it go. Its parent was nowhere to be found. Whoever attacked the nest may have taken them after thinking they killed all of the kits. Even the dead ones were significantly bigger than this one.

“Ah, so you think it was a deliberate attack…” He frowns, looking almost sad. “I wonder if they’re trying to recreate the Kanto experiments. It’s a shame to kill such young Pokémon for a purpose like that.”

They must have been…undesirable in some way. Victoree’s ears flatten against her head, and she brings up a paw to touch her right eye, or what used to be her right eye, anyway. She had lost it in a similar poaching attack years ago, before the man who would become her trainer had saved her.

“Hey, I’m all about those ‘undesirables’. I’m a Pokémon rescuer and researcher, after all!” The man gently feels around the tiny Mew’s body, feeling for any injuries or abnormalities. The creature makes distressed noises the whole time, but nothing seems wrong other than its apparent malnutrition and small size, “This little guy is lucky you found them before they got stepped on or eaten! Looks like they just need some extra TLC and they should be just fine.”

Forgive me if I’m wrong Kip, but it sounds like you’re suggesting that I take care of the kit.

“Well, of course I am. It called out to you specifically, so there must be something about you that it likes.” He gently presents the Mew back to Victoree “I’ll handle feeding, but I don’t think I could look after them properly the way another Pokémon could.”

Victoree looks at the kit again for a moment. It starts calling out for her again, and she grabs it gently. I guess it imprinted on me…I don’t have a choice but to play parent, in that case.

“Well, then the little one needs a name.”

I will give it some thought…It is too late to do so tonight. We both need to rest.

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An Umbreon with strange colored bands runs through a thicket, jumping around and hiding between bushes. Her nose twitches gently, and her ears turn to listen to every slight noise near her. She seems to be following a scent, keeping her head to the ground, focusing on her hunt.

With a confused twitch of her ears, that concentration is broken.

Myu!

The noise catches her attention and she abandons her hunt to follow it. She doesn’t know why, but she feels an attraction in a specific direction, even without trying to find a scent. 

In the tall grass, she eventually finds the source. A destroyed pokemon nest, surrounded by the wreckage of some kind of battle. The mother it belonged to has clearly not been here in some time, and her scent has faded from the area.

The remains of two of the young pokemon, picked apart by decay, are still in the nest. Their species is unidentifiable. The Umbreon huffs sadly, but is quickly distracted.

Myu!!

There’s still something alive here. She roots through the grass a moment, before finding the source. It’s barely the size of her paw, and its eyes are still closed, but the pale blue Mew is unmistakably alive. It calls out again, and the Umbreon can feel the psychic energy that had called her here. She gently grabs its scruff before running back in the direction she came from.

She travels more quickly than usual, despite the precious cargo she’s carrying. A sense of dread has waived over her, considering the fact that something had to have destroyed the Mew nest. On purpose, it seemed, considering the kits had been killed but not eaten. This one must have been exceptionally quiet, or had fortuitously fallen out of the nest before being attacked.

The Umbreon exits the tree line into a yard she seems familiar with. A small house sits at its head. She goes straight for the door flap that leads inside, hoping for her trainer to be home.

“Ah, Victoree, you’re back quicker than usuaaaa—“ The trainer turns to his Pokémon, blinking quickly as he processes the sight before him.

I felt something calling to me, and it led me to a completely destroyed nest…the only thing left alive was this kit. I don’t know when they last ate, and they seem smaller than they should be… The Umbreon speaks psychically. It’s something odd, but her trainer is used to it now.

“I’ve spent years searching for Pokémon like that, you know. And one calls you to it without you even trying while you’re just out hunting! It’s amazing, Victoree.” He laughs heartily, and holds out his hand, “Let’s make sure the poor thing is okay. If it was calling you, and you took it, I imagine its parent wasn’t around.”

Victoree gently places the Mew into her trainer’s hand, almost reluctant to let it go. Its parent was nowhere to be found. Whoever attacked the nest may have taken them after thinking they killed all of the kits. Even the dead ones were significantly bigger than this one.

“Ah, so you think it was a deliberate attack…” He frowns, looking almost sad. “I wonder if they’re trying to recreate the Kanto experiments. It’s a shame to kill such young Pokémon for a purpose like that.”

They must have been…undesirable in some way. Victoree’s ears flatten against her head, and she brings up a paw to touch her right eye, or what used to be her right eye, anyway. She had lost it in a similar poaching attack years ago, before the man who would become her trainer had saved her.

“Hey, I’m all about those ‘undesirables’. I’m a Pokémon rescuer and researcher, after all!” The man gently feels around the tiny Mew’s body, feeling for any injuries or abnormalities. The creature makes distressed noises the whole time, but nothing seems wrong other than its apparent malnutrition and small size, “This little guy is lucky you found them before they got stepped on or eaten! Looks like they just need some extra TLC and they should be just fine.”

Forgive me if I’m wrong Kip, but it sounds like you’re suggesting that I take care of the kit.

“Well, of course I am. It called out to you specifically, so there must be something about you that it likes.” He gently presents the Mew back to Victoree “I’ll handle feeding, but I don’t think I could look after them properly the way another Pokémon could.”

Victoree looks at the kit again for a moment. It starts calling out for her again, and she grabs it gently. I guess it imprinted on me…I don’t have a choice but to play parent, in that case.

“Well, then the little one needs a name.”

I will give it some thought…It is too late to do so tonight. We both need to rest.

[umbreonmeetsmew]

An Umbreon with strange colored bands runs through a thicket, jumping around and hiding between bushes. Her nose twitches gently, and her ears turn to listen to every slight noise near her. She seems to be following a scent, keeping her head to the ground, focusing on her hunt.

With a confused twitch of her ears, that concentration is broken.

Myu!

The noise catches her attention and she abandons her hunt to follow it. She doesn’t know why, but she feels an attraction in a specific direction, even without trying to find a scent. 

In the tall grass, she eventually finds the source. A destroyed pokemon nest, surrounded by the wreckage of some kind of battle. The mother it belonged to has clearly not been here in some time, and her scent has faded from the area.

The remains of two of the young pokemon, picked apart by decay, are still in the nest. Their species is unidentifiable. The Umbreon huffs sadly, but is quickly distracted.

Myu!!

There’s still something alive here. She roots through the grass a moment, before finding the source. It’s barely the size of her paw, and its eyes are still closed, but the pale blue Mew is unmistakably alive. It calls out again, and the Umbreon can feel the psychic energy that had called her here. She gently grabs its scruff before running back in the direction she came from.

She travels more quickly than usual, despite the precious cargo she’s carrying. A sense of dread has waived over her, considering the fact that something had to have destroyed the Mew nest. On purpose, it seemed, considering the kits had been killed but not eaten. This one must have been exceptionally quiet, or had fortuitously fallen out of the nest before being attacked.

The Umbreon exits the tree line into a yard she seems familiar with. A small house sits at its head. She goes straight for the door flap that leads inside, hoping for her trainer to be home.

“Ah, Victoree, you’re back quicker than usuaaaa—“ The trainer turns to his Pokémon, blinking quickly as he processes the sight before him.

I felt something calling to me, and it led me to a completely destroyed nest…the only thing left alive was this kit. I don’t know when they last ate, and they seem smaller than they should be… The Umbreon speaks psychically. It’s something odd, but her trainer is used to it now.

“I’ve spent years searching for Pokémon like that, you know. And one calls you to it without you even trying while you’re just out hunting! It’s amazing, Victoree.” He laughs heartily, and holds out his hand, “Let’s make sure the poor thing is okay. If it was calling you, and you took it, I imagine its parent wasn’t around.”

Victoree gently places the Mew into her trainer’s hand, almost reluctant to let it go. Its parent was nowhere to be found. Whoever attacked the nest may have taken them after thinking they killed all of the kits. Even the dead ones were significantly bigger than this one.

“Ah, so you think it was a deliberate attack…” He frowns, looking almost sad. “I wonder if they’re trying to recreate the Kanto experiments. It’s a shame to kill such young Pokémon for a purpose like that.”

They must have been…undesirable in some way. Victoree’s ears flatten against her head, and she brings up a paw to touch her right eye, or what used to be her right eye, anyway. She had lost it in a similar poaching attack years ago, before the man who would become her trainer had saved her.

“Hey, I’m all about those ‘undesirables’. I’m a Pokémon rescuer and researcher, after all!” The man gently feels around the tiny Mew’s body, feeling for any injuries or abnormalities. The creature makes distressed noises the whole time, but nothing seems wrong other than its apparent malnutrition and small size, “This little guy is lucky you found them before they got stepped on or eaten! Looks like they just need some extra TLC and they should be just fine.”

Forgive me if I’m wrong Kip, but it sounds like you’re suggesting that I take care of the kit.

“Well, of course I am. It called out to you specifically, so there must be something about you that it likes.” He gently presents the Mew back to Victoree “I’ll handle feeding, but I don’t think I could look after them properly the way another Pokémon could.”

Victoree looks at the kit again for a moment. It starts calling out for her again, and she grabs it gently. I guess it imprinted on me…I don’t have a choice but to play parent, in that case.

“Well, then the little one needs a name.”

I will give it some thought…It is too late to do so tonight. We both need to rest.