Eevee's POV
Hmm...so many pretty things to wear. Oh? Well, how could I have forgotten this? I picked up the shiny collar that a human made for their mate, and I put it around my neck.
"Don't I look gorgeous," I ask Shinx.
Shinx turns to look at me. "Uh, yeah," he says a little hesitantly.
"It's just too perfect for this snowy weather if you ask me," I said as I looked at my reflection.
Shinx sighs turning back to patch up the burrow. "Sure."
I grabbed my bag and walked out with Buneary hopping behind me. I'm a collector of human things as you can see, whether it be a dropping that the human didn't pick up, or a raid at a Pokemon trainer's camp. Just...like...this one. My ears tilt, trying to catch the faint crying sound....it's probably nothing.
"Look at this shelter. It looks like an Abomasnow attacked... Oh Buneary, look at this! I think these humans were collectors too! Look at all these...Pokemon...heads?"
No, no, no! This was a Pokemon hunter!
"Mother Eevee," Buneary calls.
I turned towards Buneary, who's ears were turning every which way.
"What's that crying sound," she asked.
Hm. So I'm not hearing things then. I put my bag down and begin searching around. "You search too, Buneary."
"Okay." Buneary and I looked, well, I looked in every place around the camp. Honestly Buneary, do you have to look at every bush you see?
Unfortunately all I could see were Pokemon heads and skins. The noise. It was somewhere around here. "BUNEARY! Stop shoving your head in bushes," I yelled.
"But it has a lot of twigs," she shouted back.
"Ugh. Every bush has a lot of twigs Buneary! Now help me look!"
Buneary went to look under the skinned Pokemon.
Ew.
I looked under heads. Even more gross than the skins.
Definitely ew.
I looked under skins. Oh gosh, how do humans even like this?
Before I give up, I spot another shelter. One I hadn't checked yet. I went to the other shelter, and the noise was louder. But it was also very smelly. Going inside, there was the hunter, lying on the ground, dead.
"Hmph. They deserved it," I muttered, kicking dirt in their face.
Buneary hopped to my side. Being curious as to see what was in here. I slowly wandered around the shelter.
"Be careful Buneary, anything in here could be a trap." I warned.
Now that I think about it, the human could be faking their death and waiting for some random Pokemon to come find whatever the sound is. I slowly looked to the side of me. There was something... that wasn't a dead Pokemon. I carefully sniffed it. I've seen how Pokemon hunters lure their catch. Food. This one lures Pokemon with curiosity.
"How clever...," I murmured.
But I'm no fool. Unlike them who will go for the bait. I took a deep breath. "Well you may as well just go ahead and laugh at me. Because whatever is under here, must be absolutely, most terrifyingly, too disturbingly, gross."
I carefully pulled the skin off. And at that moment, it seemed as if I had forgotten why I was even here.
A human child...and it's still inside its basket!
The human child opened its eyes and stared into mine. Hello little human...
The human child giggles reaching up to touch my fur.
"Mother Eevee, look! It's a human child!" Buneary chirps.
"I am aware of that."
"Can we take it home? PLEEEEEASE?"
"Buneary, you know what Charizard will say."
"He won't say anything. And besides, it's so cute!"
I sighed deeply. She's got a point. It really does look cute. I searched around for something to keep the small human child warm. -scoff- Why the shelter of course. Duh. I just have to tear some of it off. And away we go!
With all my strength, I pulled the human child out of the shelter. "Oh, wait, my bag. Can't forget about that. Now, let us go–
human child? Human child?"
The human child squealed as a Glaceon pushed it over the frozen lake. Buneary and I screamed in a panic. And we quickly ran after them.
Glaceon's POV
"HEY! STOP!" Eevee called.
I glanced back. "FINDERS KEEPERS!"
Eevee screamed in frustration. Heheh.
I look back at the human child and continue pushing it across the frozen lake. It smiled at me. I smiled back.
"GIVE ME THE HUMAN CHILD!" Eevee demanded.
I look back again. Eevee is chasing me—again—slipping on the ice.
Ha! She really thinks she can catch me?
Once I reach the other side of the lake, I turn the basket around so I can pull it onto land—or at least try to.
Oh, yeah. Ha ha ha. Go ahead and laugh at the struggling Glaceon...