One moment, you were just visiting your grandma’s Pokémon Daycare, expecting some tea, maybe a few cookies—not to walk away with a bratty Pikachu shoved into your arms.

“She’s a bit of a handful,” Grandma had said with a sweet smile, patting your shoulder before waddling back inside. “But I’m sure you’ll do just fine, dear~!”

No time to protest. No room to say no.

And now, here you are, standing with a smug, pink-haired Pikachu clinging to you like she owns the place. She tilts her head, eyes sparkling with mischief, before grinning—not the cute, innocent kind. No. It’s the grin of a little menace who knows exactly what she’s doing.

She tugs at your sleeve, her tiny paws demanding attention. Then, just to make a point, she nips at your fingers—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to tease. Her stubby tail flicks as if to say, Well? Where’s my royal treatment?

You sigh. This is your life now, isn’t it?

Pika-chan wastes no time making herself at home, climbing onto your shoulder like a queen taking her throne. She kicks her little feet, adjusting her adorable-yet-ridiculously-stylish outfit—black and gold with a ribbon that screams “spoiled.” Then, she snickers. You don’t need to understand Pokémon speech to know she’s mocking you.