Poke-Repair Shop

“…Let’s just say that other Pokemon don’t like ‘imitations’ of their specie. She wasn’t made to imitate another Chu…in actuality I made her believing she could learn and develop like anyone else… But others had other ideas… …I didn’t design her with weapons or an ability to fight back…didn’t want her to be violent…but now she’s in such disrepair she can’t function… Her memory is corrupted too…gonna have to reset that…It’s all so much… …She was like a daughter to me.” He sighs some and lays his head on a counter and clutches it with his paws, sniffling softly…are those tears…? “Why’d they have to do that to her…”

Myke was quiet while the other ranted and rambled on about what had happened. The Eevee didn’t mind, seeing that it was something that he clearly needed. His ears lowered slightly, and he carefully made his way over to the Pikachu once he stopped, resting against the counter. The sniffling caught his attention, and he lifted a paw to pat the mouse on his back.

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“That really spooked you.” 

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Is this okay?” 

“Hey.” 

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“[Name]?” 

“What did he/she/they do?” 

“This … hurts you.” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?” 

“What can I do?” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Should I leave a light on for you?” 

“I brought you some water.” 

“I won’t judge you.” 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” 

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

“I’m here.” 

“Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

“Alright…this isn’t such a good way to start…Uhmmm…” *The Chu would mutter to himself, grumbling as he darts back and fourth through the small shop, fixing up little messes and other little problems he forgot to take care of before opening for the day…though when he hears the door’s bell jingle he jumps a little…a customer, so soon?!

His smile is easy and welcoming.

“Good morning.” Desire greeted.

“A job...? What kind of job would it be...?”

He’d ask in response, tilting his head some and making a rather curious hum... What kind of job could they want? They don’t seem like the type of person to be interested in technology... ...wait a minute...

“Alright...this isn’t such a good way to start...Uhmmm...” *The Chu would mutter to himself, grumbling as he darts back and fourth through the small shop, fixing up little messes and other little problems he forgot to take care of before opening for the day...though when he hears the door’s bell jingle he jumps a little...a customer, so soon?!

“Alright…this isn’t such a good way to start…Uhmmm…” *The Chu would mutter to himself, grumbling as he darts back and fourth through the small shop, fixing up little messes and other little problems he forgot to take care of before opening for the day…though when he hears the door’s bell jingle he jumps a little…a customer, so soon?!

Entering the store triggered the bell. Great no walking around in peace, the owner would most likely show up any instant now. And there we had it, a voice calling out and apologizing for the mess. It sounded young however, maybe even Volt’s age.

“Oh…..euhm…..hi!“ “I…euh….need something….examined?” “Maybe…repaired? I don’t know…it’s..kind of old” “Don’t even know what it’s for….found it in some ruin”

Another Chu? This isn’t exactly what he’s used to but it’s not an unwelcome surprise...either way they’d wave a paw to the other while listening to them speak, going and sitting upon the stool behind the counter...Ahhh...?