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Trailing Memory

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Enjoy

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Empoleon instantly bobbed his head up and down in the retreating memory.

-Flashback-

"Alright," you paused in thought, as you brought your first chosen Pokémon into your sophisticated home. You just finished an agreement with Piplup to live for a limited time with you until he jumped back to his feet. "Piplup?" You questioned lowly in awaiting for a signal of the small water Pokémon. "Pip~!" He chirped, nodding as well. "Ah, okay!" You graded a large smile after noting the small pips and chirps from the innocent penguin. After reciving your answer, you changed the subject automatically. "So, this is my home!" You left a few chuckles from your eased mouth to excuse the scilence. The curious Pokémon's eyes traveled in the view of the room as an entire image; his beak lifting into a warm smile. Alerted by his glances, you decided to continue manually after thinking 'Should of give him...those em.. tours! Yeah! Oh...or-' "So, here you-" you voice finished for you; but you felt shifts grinding into your arms: Piplup was trying to escape. Your thoughts were streamed with replacement of the tour to instead free the Piplup without hesitation; I mean, you didn't want the poor guy to feel uncomfortable, right?

He ploped onto the ground. The cold, dry tiles hitting his stomach and wee limbs. Quickly, you patched him carefully into your arms, careful about his hit parts. "P-pip-" he groaned in his smooth yet high-pitched vocals. "He-hey, s-shh, you're alright." You insisted, rubbing circles on the tummy to warm his body. Seeing the full sight of the innocent piplup folded in your arms with just enough free amount of space to jump from your (long/mid/small) limbs was perfect. Slowing your pace of the belly rubs from his sleepy look, he gradually slapped your hand lightly but looked intentional to hurt; but could not because it was added with sleepiness to his posture. Smiling at this, you continue to flatly press your fingers on his stomach with warm rubs.

Time passed as you began to drift away; pulling a chair to support your weight. You sat on the strong platform of the seat, yawning. Pressing back on the form of the chair, you began to lift your leg on the other to provide a greater fit in nappy position. Hours driven by in a mild scilence, stranded with audible noises that traveled too. Soon, clicks were nipped from the door -- opening slowly to reveal your mother carrying eight bags of groceries and important items for the near random  future. Minutes later your mother was traveling the items to their rightful place; your father entering the still-open door with two large bags.

-Timeskip-

As everything was placed with care and work, your father decided to see his only child. He returned to the living room to check on you. He pulled up a chair beside you. Leaning into your hair, he patted your head and pecked your forehead. "My little princess/prince" he smiled, before pausing his tracks to be greeted by a beak chomping his hand; protectively trying to secure you. "Ah!" Your father roared, falling back. Hearing the heavy thump easily awoken you for the omenis situation. You shot up in your chair, looking left then right to see your fallen and devistaded father. "D-dad! Wh- are you okay?!" You screeched, running up to him to have a clear stance capable in freely giving assistance.

Pulling him up, your mother raced in; Piplup struggling to lift himself up. Doing so, his first target was to peck the father's leg furiously, foot, then once fallen, stomach. Only reaching stage two, you managed to flip down to the Piplup as your mother lifted her husband. "Honey, are you alright!?" She screeched, brushing her finger tips lightly, dusting the small nips of slit slices from the beak to the skin. They weren't deep, but these bites were arbitrary to the average rare bites of a Piplup. Meaning Pip wasn't holding any restraints to protect someone with rational care. "D-dad! Sorry, he didn't mean to-" before you could guarantee the Piplup's innocents, you father yelled a word that had folded in your mind for years.

"Get that DAMN animal out of here!"

(WARNING: Contains slight violence)

And then...

You quickly sealed your eyes to Piplup, whom was frightened. You glared a dark seal into his small orbs, speedwalking to the mistakened creature and grabbed up. Then squeezed, digging your nails harshly into the penguin with rage. The Piplup squeaked and rapidly tried to squirm from your grip. You sped to the door and threw him outside without a hint of hesitation; Piplup hit to the ground, rolling, and rolling, until friction took its turn to slow his rolls. After he firmly stood on his own, he looked up to you in teary eyes. You showed no mercy, slamming the door automatically.

He stared to the the closed door, where he flashed you closing it over and over. The last time he framed the scene, he slowed the memory; alberate instead of quick. This only made him tear more, before turning away and scrambling to the other direction from the home.

Yells rambled in the home, like an earth quake.

What will he think now...