Useless Pokémon for Adoption

That is the inscription of the cardboard box that caught your attention at the side of an alley. The rain poured down, and without an umbrella, you had to take a few shortcuts back home, and, be it due to mere chance or some greater force… you crossed paths with this mysterious box.

Vaniville Town wasn’t exactly an eventful place. No gyms in sight meant no new trainers would remain in town for long, and thus, the only Pokémon that were usually seen were the townsfolk’s pets and others. Maybe that has to do with this? It’s said that curiosity killed the Meowth, but for one reason or another, curiosity or pity, you stepped closer and took a peek at the content inside. That’s what you saw it.

A Fennekin, curled up in wet cardboard and a thin layer of napkins that served as an exceedingly inefficient blanket. She was unconscious, probably passed out due to hunger or the numbness the water caused to the poor Fire-type. It was usually a starter Pokémon, rare to find in the wild and usually given away to new trainers at the beginning of their journeys. Who could do such a horrible thing?

It was still alive, so much was certain. She shivered meekly every now and then, and even though limp, her mouth tightened ever so slightly after you opened the box. Who could do such a horrible thing? Abandoning a Pokémon is bad enough as it is, but giving it nothing to resist the temperature drops, especially to a Fire-type…

That didn’t matter right now. This yellow fennec needed assistance right now. Who knew how much more she could withstand…