"Hilbert, we're going to the pokémon daycare the day after tomorrow,"
After he heard this while resting on his bed, Hilbert raised his head to look at his mother by the door.
"Okay," He said, closing himself up more with his green blanket.
"I'll wake you up when dinner is ready," His mother said, walking away.
'The daycare? Oh yeah,' Hilbert remembered the last time saw this building.
Nuvema Town did in fact have a daycare. He even walked past it once.
'Maybe that's where my parent's pokémon are?' He thought, looking at the open door, 'That explains why they don't have pokémon here,'
'It is the first time I've heard of this,' Hilbert dug his head into his pillow, covering his face, 'Maybe I forgot about it when it was mentioned,'
'Okay, screw this!'
Filled with agitation, Hilbert flung his blanket off his warm body, groaning because he was leaving his warm bed.
'Why does she leave it wide open?' He thought, holding the doorknob and pushing the door close until a small smidgen of light peeped through into the dim room, 'At least close it a little,'
Hilbert paused when he turned around and saw his dark room.
His heart began to pound against his chest.
'Maybe leaving it open is a good idea,' Hilbert swung the door wide, the light lighting up most of his bedroom.
'It won't be long until she calls me,' He thought, exiting his bedroom.
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"Here we are,"
Standing in front of the two entrance doors, what stood before Hilbert was a big building, with the words 'Nuvema Town Pokémon Daycare' written in bold letters on the side.
What really got his attention was the massive fencing that stretched both sides away from the building.
"I haven't been here in so long," Hilbert's mother sighed, holding onto a basket.
"Yeah, the last time, you thought they would be a hazard to Hilbert," His father laughed, walking forward.
"Does that not happen to kids?" She questioned, walking after him, "I only worried for his safety,"
"Worried? Worried that your own trained and disciplined pokémon would hurt our son?" He shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I was worried about your pokémon,"
Hilbert followed his parents and listened in as they walked to the counter of this building, their footsteps echoing against the white flooring.
"Good morning, Sasha, Emile," The person seated there greeted with a smile, "How are you two today?"
"Oh, it's the same, quite wonderful..." His father answered, placing a hand in his pants pocket.
"...as it's always been," Hilbert's mother finished, shifting the handle of the basket she was holding around.
'Were they not just bickering a second ago?' Hilbert thought, shaking his head.
"Good, good," The guy said, handing out a key with the number 'twenty-one' on it, "Same old, I presume?"
His father nodded his head, and took the key, "Like always,"
When Hilbert saw the number, he thought of something.
'Oh god, why did I think of that?' He thought, frowning, 'I miss memes,'
His mother caught wind of this.
"What's wrong, Hilbert?" She asked, rubbing his head, "Don't worry, Madara won't get hurt by our pokémon,"
Hilbert nodded anyway.
After getting the keys, the family walked down a long corridor.
'I wonder what pokémon they have,' Hilbert kept close to his parents, 'they mentioned a Tepig and a Snivy. I would be amused if that was all,'
A couple of seconds later, they reached a door.
Numbered 'twenty-one' on the front.
With a twist, Hilbert's father opened the door.
When they entered the outside once again, Hilbert could see a long white fence stretch around this area. On both sides of him, he saw other pokémon minding their own business.
However, as the family walked on the short grass, Hilbert saw another group of pokémon.
It was as if each was doing their own thing, either lying around, playing with one another, or having a conversation.
Just then, his father stopped and knelt on the ground with his arms out.
Next thing, he was tackled down by the advancing pokémon.
"Stoutland!" It barked, its long beard hiding Emile's face.
"Okay, okay, Stoutland," Hilbert's dad said, petting his head, and hitting the fur away, "It's only been two days,"
Hilbert stood there in surprise.
'A Stoutland? Nice,' He thought, looking around, 'I wonder what other pokémon they have,'
Then, his mother spoke.
She was looking at her pokémon.
Somehow, Bob didn't know how he never noticed this giant snake slither to where they were.
"You're looking fine," She said, a hand on her hip.
"Ser," Serperior then looked at Hilbert with fascination.
"Oh, Hilbert," His mother spoke, urging him close to her, "This is my Serperior,"
Hilbert took a moment to look at the grass type.
'I forget that Serperior are taller than both Emboar and Samurott combined,' He thought, raising his hand.
"Hello," He spoke, waving his hand.
"Ser-" Serperior responded by throwing its head to the side, its nose raised, "-perior,"
"..." Hilbert began to wonder if this grass type had a certain personality.
"Bombastic," His mother spoke, her face in a scowl.
"Serperior!" Serperior's entire expression changed from a smug one to a child being scolded by their parents.
It lowered its head as if begging for forgiveness.
"I'll forgive you," Sasha spoke, rubbing the grass type's narrow head, "but I won't forget this,"
"Ser!?" Serperior already knew it was in trouble.
'Oh yeah, now that they are here,' Hilbert thought as this was going on, 'I can scan them, beginning with this Serperior,'
•••
Name: Mister Bombastic
Species: Serperior
Gender: Male
Moves: Tackle; Leer; Vine Whip; Wrap; Growth; Leaf Tornado; Leech Seed; Mega Drain; Slam; Leaf Blade; Coil; Giga drain; Wring Out; Gastro Acid; Leaf Storm; Energy Ball; Solar Beam
Abilities: Overgrow (Unlocked)
Contrary (Unlocked)
•••
'Mister...Bombastic?' Hilbert stared wide eyes at his mother, who looked at Serperior with a grin, 'It is her pokémon, but I shouldn't be the one speaking,'
He coughed.
"I guess you did miss me, hmm?" His mother told the grass type, both of her hands cupping Serperior's chin.
"Ser..." He replied, showing her his big puppy dog eyes as if to pity him and not send the grass type to the ninth layer of hell.
"Fine," She lowered her hands and scratched within the basket she was holding, "how about some berries?"
As Emile and Sasha interacted with their pokémon, Hilbert acknowledged each and every one of them, even scanning them.
Then, that's where another pokémon had his attention.
Currently, as he scanned it, his father had embraced the fire type with a hug.
•••
Name: Notorious P.I.G.
Species: Emboar
Gender: Male
Moves: Tackle; Tail Whip; Ember; Odur Sleuth; Defense Curl; Flame Charge; Arm Thrust; Smog; Rollout; Take Down; Heat Crash; Assurance; Hammer Arm; Flamethrower; Head Smash; Roar; Flare Blitz; Brick Break; Incinerate
Abilities: Blaze (Unlocked)
Thick Fat (Unlocked)
Reckless (Unlocked)
•••
'Notorious P.I.G.?' Hilbert stared with a straight face, 'Huh,'
While that happened, his father yelled out in pain, letting go of the fire type.
"Wow, Notorious, your flames are as hot as ever," He smiled, placing a hand on the fire type's shoulder, "Ow! Of course, I forget that sometimes..."
The greetings ended with Hilbert's parents handing out food for each pokémon, and one by one, a face went down and dug into their dish.
When they sat at a bench, Hilbert couldn't help but admire their majestic pokémon.
'Serperior, Excradrill, Simipour, Zebstrika, Heatmor, and Unfezant,' He nodded, eying all his mother's pokémon, 'What a nice bunch,'
Hilbert then counted the other six pokémon.
'Emboar, Stoutland, Conkeldurr, Lilligant, Swanna,' His gaze soon fell on his father, who talked to the last one, 'and Scolipede,'
"My, my," He said, hands on his hips, his head cranked upwards, "You're fabulous today, Scolipede,"
"Sco-Scolipede?" The huge bug type turned her head as if flustered at what Hilbert's father said.
"I know I'm right," He said, waving a hand, "Go on and eat, you big softie,"
"Pede," Scolipede muttered, turning her attention to her stomach.
When his father sat with them, his mother shook her head.
"You still treat them like they are your babies," She said, biting into a sandwich, "you never change,"
"I visit them most of the time, part of the job," His father replied, shrugging, "besides you two, they are my babies,"
"Oh well, I will applaud you for filling in the time for me," Hilbert's mother replied, "At least they didn't attack Hilbert,"
'She mentioned that,' Hilbert thought, focusing on what he was eating, 'maybe that's why I have never been to this daycare before,'
"Speaking of whom," She turned her attention to her son, "Hilbert, your father and I have something very important to talk to you about,"
"It involves being a pokémon trainer," His father spoke, dusting himself off.
'Hmm, this will take long,' Hilbert looked around.
The two closest Pokemon gave him an idea.
"Can Madara meet your pokémon?" Hilbert asked, taking out the small pokéball.
"Of course," His father replied.
"I'm sure our pokémon will be delighted," His mother said.
"Hey, go and make yourself known," Hilbert whispered at the pokéball, "I'll give you some head pats if you do,"
'Did he even hear me?' He thought, releasing the water type, 'I sound kinda crazy,'
When Madara appeared, he stared at Hilbert with a reluctant glare, as if thinking about the deal.
"Oshawott..." He spoke, turning away with a frown.
'I guess he did,' Hilbert thought, looking at his parents, 'Let's see what they have to say.'
While the conversation commenced, Madara had walked into a problem.
A slithery problem.
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A/N: Sorry for the late update.
I feel like I missed a typo or two while going over this, so please notify me with a comment.
Thank you.