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The Princess’ Little Pet [closed]

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“Yes, that’s fine! And Uncle Smogon will pay for it with his card when he arrives,” Chii explained, clearly practiced, “Unless he needs a card now! I can tell him the card number, I know it from memory!”

He nodded before speaking into the phone. “A gentleman named Smogon will be coming to pick it up…Yes that’s fine…Thank you, have a good day.” He hung up the phone. “It will be ready in about 15 to 20 minutes.”

“Yaye! I can’t wait,” Chii squealed, taking her phone back and texting Smogon. It was filled with hearts and stars and a bunch of ‘thank you’s. Smogon’s reply was a simply ‘you got it, kid’.

“Are we going to keep working on the plan until food gets here?” She asked, “If you don’t want to, I’ve got a bunch of video games in the game room we can play! Or we can watch a movies! Or-or!”

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“Yes, sir!” She answered, “He’s very smart and talented! His name is Ben, here you go!”

She held the phone up to Ben, smiling as wide as ever.

Ben smiled as he took it before Lex could reply on the other end. “Hello.” He said with a smile. He made a brief wince before putting the phone back to his ear. “I’ll take a chicken alfredo, plus a house salad, and that will be it.” Another paused before he nodded. “Sure, 15 minutes works.”

He pulled the phone away. “15 minutes is fine, right? And who’s paying for this?”

“Yes, that’s fine! And Uncle Smogon will pay for it with his card when he arrives,” Chii explained, clearly practiced, “Unless he needs a card now! I can tell him the card number, I know it from memory!”

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“Hello! I’m placing an order for pick up!” Chii announced proudly into the phone, “The name for the order will be Chiisa, and my Uncle Smogon will be picking it up. I can pay over the phone or he can pay when her gets there.”

A very practiced speech that she’d clearly given many times before.

“Uhm. I would like a spaghetti and a salad and a root beer! A-and my new Pokemon is going to tell you his order, he can do that!”

There was a brief pause as he wrote down the order. “One spaghetti, salad and a root beer for you and…Did you say your pokemon?” There was a small bit of surprise in the voice.

“Yes, sir!” She answered, “He’s very smart and talented! His name is Ben, here you go!”

She held the phone up to Ben, smiling as wide as ever.

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“Ooh! Smogon and Azazel love this place!” Chii gasped, grabbing her little cellphone off her night stand and brought it back over. She sat back down on the floor, looking at the pamphlet to try and decide what she wanted, “Oh! Spaghetti!”

She started to dial the phone number and looked up at Ben, “I’ll order my food, then I’ll give you the phone okay? Oh, I wonder if I should order something for Smogon. I bet he’ll just get something while he’s there.”

Her feet wiggled as she sat on the floor.

Ben nodded, already knowing his order, but once again played that he never heard of the place.

The phone picked up on the second ring. “Hello. You’ve reached Barton’s. How can I help you?” The man who picked up sounded laid back and easy going.

“Hello! I’m placing an order for pick up!” Chii announced proudly into the phone, “The name for the order will be Chiisa, and my Uncle Smogon will be picking it up. I can pay over the phone or he can pay when her gets there.”

A very practiced speech that she’d clearly given many times before.

“Uhm. I would like a spaghetti and a salad and a root beer! A-and my new Pokemon is going to tell you his order, he can do that!”

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“Ooh! Smogon and Azazel love this place!” Chii gasped, grabbing her little cellphone off her night stand and brought it back over. She sat back down on the floor, looking at the pamphlet to try and decide what she wanted, “Oh! Spaghetti!”

She started to dial the phone number and looked up at Ben, “I’ll order my food, then I’ll give you the phone okay? Oh, I wonder if I should order something for Smogon. I bet he’ll just get something while he’s there.”

Her feet wiggled as she sat on the floor.

The Princess’ Little Pet [closed]

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Chii had dozed off a little. Between her birthday party and her little hospital visit, she was running low on energy into the early evening. The sun was beginning to set, and Ben’s voice woke her up from her sleep.

“Mmm…” she yawned groggily, “A-are you hungry, Ben? We should order dinner.”

She looked down at his notebook, still thoroughly confused about what he’d written down, “What does all that mean?”

Ben let out a small yawn himself, placing a paw on her head. “I”m sorry, but it’s formula and theories. Not quite something easy to understand.” He sat up and patted his stomach. “That said, I will take you up on that dinner offer.”

This is actually turning out three times better than the last time he was kidnapped. Bastard didn’t even give him a sip of water then, and this time he’d not only gotten cake, but dinner, and was allowed to walk around; with some restrictions.

“What would you like to eat?” She said, bouncing up and racing to her bedside table, “There’s a kitchen in the building, and they cook some really amazing food. But also!”

Her arms were full of restaurant pamphlets, which she dumped on the floor for them to look at, “We can ask Uncle Smogon to pick us up some food from any of these places in Kalos, and Uncle Azazel can go to any region... I think he has a Pokemon with Teleport, that’s why. Papa says paying for delivery fees is silly.”

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“Papa’s a business man,” Chii said, “I bet if you wrote your stuff up really good, with, like, charts and things, he would listen. And we could get you a tie! And I can wear a pretty dress!”

A presentation, was the word she was looking for.

He smiled at her. “Not quite what I meant, but something to keep in mind.” Ben, again, gave her a quick head rub, then got back to writing.

About an hour later, he paused. He’d actually gotten through a good third of the notebook with his theories and processes, but hit his inevitable snag. “Can’t do anymore without medical history.” He sighed and closed the book.

Chii had dozed off a little. Between her birthday party and her little hospital visit, she was running low on energy into the early evening. The sun was beginning to set, and Ben’s voice woke her up from her sleep.

“Mmm...” she yawned groggily, “A-are you hungry, Ben? We should order dinner.”

She looked down at his notebook, still thoroughly confused about what he’d written down, “What does all that mean?”

The Princess’ Little Pet [closed]

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“Maybe when me and Peracha are stronger, we can all go together to help the Pokemon back where you came from!” Chii announced. She didn’t notice the hand shaking, picking up her journal to show him the picture she’d drawn of the three of them all dressed as rangers. She was just starting to color it in, mostly the reds and blues.

“We could ask Papa about my file, or even Uncle Smogon, I see him more than Papa usually. Smogon doesn’t live in the building, but Papa does, on the top floor. I think it’s called… the penthouse?”

“That may be but, who’s going to believe anything I say?” He was starting to have some doubts about speaking with someone other than a Pokemon about what he was doing. Maybe that Houndoom or the Hypno, but not a human like her father.

“Papa’s a business man,” Chii said, “I bet if you wrote your stuff up really good, with, like, charts and things, he would listen. And we could get you a tie! And I can wear a pretty dress!”

A presentation, was the word she was looking for.

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“…for those around you…” She muttered, writing what he’d said into the journal under a picture of him drawn like a superhero, “Do you use your magic to help people too, Ben? Like, back in your home.”

Ben hesitated at the mention of home. He smiled at her. “Yes. And more than you could imagine.” His hand shook briefly over the paper before he continued.

While he was here, he would help her. It’s not like he could just walk out anyway. But how would they get in contact with her father anyway?

“Maybe when me and Peracha are stronger, we can all go together to help the Pokemon back where you came from!” Chii announced. She didn’t notice the hand shaking, picking up her journal to show him the picture she’d drawn of the three of them all dressed as rangers. She was just starting to color it in, mostly the reds and blues.

“We could ask Papa about my file, or even Uncle Smogon, I see him more than Papa usually. Smogon doesn’t live in the building, but Papa does, on the top floor. I think it’s called... the penthouse?”

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“You really think so?” Chii asked, her cheeks turning a soft pink color as she looked back down at her journal, “My big brother always works so hard to help Pokemon everywhere he goes. I wanna be like that, helping people and Pokemon, even if they’re really sad or if they’re hurt.”

“Papa used to be really sad all the time, so I worked really hard whenever the doctors wanted me to test new medicine or other stuff. Because he always smiled whenever something worked, even if it was just for a little bit.”

“Power is not for you, but for those around you.” He smiled. “I know it doesn’t make much sense, but trust me on this.” He winked and turned back to writing.

“...for those around you...” She muttered, writing what he’d said into the journal under a picture of him drawn like a superhero, “Do you use your magic to help people too, Ben? Like, back in your home.”

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She thought about it, wiggling in her spot as she had gone from list writing to doodling. A number of little Lucario and Houndour covered the second page in her journal.

“Sometimes I have dreams where I find someone that’s really sad and then I eat all the sadness in their dream and they’re happy again!” She said, “So, if I had super powers, I’d use them to make people and Pokemon happy.”

Given what little information that bruiser of a Houndoom dropped on him about her having Darkrai blood in her, that made sense. He smiled at her and ruffled her hair again. “Sounds like a good use to me.”

“You really think so?” Chii asked, her cheeks turning a soft pink color as she looked back down at her journal, “My big brother always works so hard to help Pokemon everywhere he goes. I wanna be like that, helping people and Pokemon, even if they’re really sad or if they’re hurt.”

“Papa used to be really sad all the time, so I worked really hard whenever the doctors wanted me to test new medicine or other stuff. Because he always smiled whenever something worked, even if it was just for a little bit.”

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Chii absently scribbled things down. They were going to work on why she was sick all the time, right? She started writing down things she remembered.

Hard to breath sometimes I get sick easily I don’t have to go to the hospital a lot anymore I don’t like winter or summer No allregy allergies My folder in the clinic is very big Papa’s is even bigger, I saw it once Hi Ben!

Ben caught a few snippets of what she was writing, continuing on the theories of a genetic issue and how to isolate it.

A thought crossed his mind. “Hey, Chiisa. If you had super powers, what would you use them for?”

She thought about it, wiggling in her spot as she had gone from list writing to doodling. A number of little Lucario and Houndour covered the second page in her journal.

“Sometimes I have dreams where I find someone that’s really sad and then I eat all the sadness in their dream and they’re happy again!” She said, “So, if I had super powers, I’d use them to make people and Pokemon happy.”

The Princess’ Little Pet [closed]

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Chiisa smiled up at him as he ruffled her hair. The dirty blonde strands were easily mussed, sitting up at all angles and not settling back down once he was done.

“Oh! More of your magic?” She gasped. Then, hunkering down over her own journal, she attempted to mimic the runes (though was clearly just making them up as she went), “Okay, I’ll put a spell on mine too, that way the janitor can’t read it on accident.”

He watched her scribble down her runes and smiled. He loved kids like her, so curious and open minded. So full of imagination, which many didn’t realize was a key part of magic as well. Maybe in time she’ll pick up a tricks from him.

He continued to write down his basic theories, recalling his mother’s work on trying to break her curse. Then again, compared to trying to break THAT curse, re-sequencing a broken hybrid should be rather easy.

Chii absently scribbled things down. They were going to work on why she was sick all the time, right? She started writing down things she remembered.

Hard to breath sometimes I get sick easily I don’t have to go to the hospital a lot anymore I don’t like winter or summer No allregy allergies My folder in the clinic is very big Papa’s is even bigger, I saw it once Hi Ben!

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“Huh? Huh?” Chii squeaked, leaning in and looking. Did they need to write in code?

“Is that the native language of where you came from?” She asked sweetly.

“Nah, it’s a simple spell. A way to protect my work. Only those who I want to be able to read it can.” He smiled and ruffled her hair. His tome was encrypted the same way, so even if those idiots were to try and read it they’d never be able to use it.

Chiisa smiled up at him as he ruffled her hair. The dirty blonde strands were easily mussed, sitting up at all angles and not settling back down once he was done.

“Oh! More of your magic?” She gasped. Then, hunkering down over her own journal, she attempted to mimic the runes (though was clearly just making them up as she went), “Okay, I’ll put a spell on mine too, that way the janitor can’t read it on accident.”

The Princess’ Little Pet [closed]

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“I know the clinic has some records for me. They pull out a big folder whenever I go in,” Chii said, having pulled out a journal for herself. She’d written ‘Adventure with Ben’ on it and was fishing out stickers to decorate the front with, “But I think only Papa and Miss Rita are allowed to see them.”

Cue the anticipated sigh. “I figured as much.” He could only do so much without those, and he had no idea how to even begin to try and ask for those. “Oh well. I’ll start with what I can do and work out the problems as I see them.” He shrugged, continuing his work.

If Chii were to look over his shoulder, she would see that he’d written in a strange language, unlike any she’d seen before. Various and strange symbols that formed a straight line like words, but she couldn’t read them.

“Huh? Huh?” Chii squeaked, leaning in and looking. Did they need to write in code?

“Is that the native language of where you came from?” She asked sweetly.

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“Blue!” She called out, bringing over a little canister filled to the brim with brightly colored pencils, both mechanical and not. She held it up for Ben, eyes wide and excited, “What else do we need? I have colored pencils and markers too! I used to have crayons, but I used them all.”

Ben picked up a blue notebook and grabbed a bright yellow marker. On the front of the book he wrote “Theories and Plans for curing Chiisa Wyn.”

“Only other thing I can think of would be medical records, but I doubt you can get me those.” He admitted as he put the marker away and grabbed a pencil, flipping to the first page. He could still get started based on genetic alteration theory. Under his breath he said “Would be even easier if I had my tome.”

“I know the clinic has some records for me. They pull out a big folder whenever I go in,” Chii said, having pulled out a journal for herself. She’d written ‘Adventure with Ben’ on it and was fishing out stickers to decorate the front with, “But I think only Papa and Miss Rita are allowed to see them.”

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“I have so many different color journals, too!” Chii continued, opening her bedroom door and racing inside to fish out all the journals she could find. The pile was almost too big for her little arms, “Here, you can pick out your favorite color! Do you want to write in pen or in pencil?”

She may have forgotten herself for a second. Why were they doing this?

“Pencil would be best.” Ben smiled as he sorted through the various journals. A thought occurred to him, and he turned to face her with a kind smile. “What color is your favorite?”

He was doing this for her, may as well make it special.

“Blue!” She called out, bringing over a little canister filled to the brim with brightly colored pencils, both mechanical and not. She held it up for Ben, eyes wide and excited, “What else do we need? I have colored pencils and markers too! I used to have crayons, but I used them all.”

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