((Had a littttle too much fun with this one. Kinda based this more off the games then the anime, but it was still ridiculously fun.))
When Sammy woke up that morning, it was fairly typical. He rolled out of his small bed, went across the hallway to the infirmary to wash up and get ready for the day, and then went to the break-room for coffee. There were moments he had to step over a wandering Caterpie or duck from a particularly brave Zubat, but that was fairly par for the course. The studio HAD been a mine and a factory before Joey got his mitts on it, so naturally, some Pokemon had stayed.
Not that he was particularly worried. They were just animals who liked being close to humans like him.
As he drank his coffee, he heard the gentle pats of a little Eevee running down the stairs. He barely had time to turn around in his chair before the pale Eevee launched itself into Sammy’s lap, pawing at his shirt as it sniffed his scruffy chin. The musician just resigned himself to petting the little creature as it let out a purring trill, and its owner slowly descending the stairs.
“Sorry about that… I swear, I had a hold of her when I came in.”
“Ahhh, it’s alright, Ross. Little nugget’s starting to grow on me.” His coffee now forgotten, Sammy scooped up the little Eevee and held her out for Henry to take. Despite the little creature’s exhuberence for Sammy’s company, she was all too happy to see her owner and started to wag her tail as she was held.
Henry had the decency to look a little embarrassed as he let Eevee crawl onto his shoulder, perched like a proper cat. “She’s gotten better though… Only play-attacked Wally’s Squirtle once.”
“Now that’s a feat.” He rolled his eyes as he picked up his coffee mug. He loved Henry, the man was one of his best friends, but his Eevee was a notorious trouble maker. Little girl would probably evolve into a mean Jolteon if she wanted to. But Henry was determined to let her evolve without a stone, and Sammy couldn’t fault him that.
After a bit of small talk, Sammy Wes began wandering upstairs, back to his office. He gave Connor’s little Luxio a small pet as he walked by, and even stopped to pick up the janitor’s nervous little Squirtle and carry him to one of Wally’s closets. The janitor appeared not too long after, and started immediately cooing over his nervous wreck of a Water-Type. It was endearing…. But Sammy didn’t stay too long. He’d never really had a Pokemon that stuck to his side like many others did here… There had been a few Mareep and Flaffy that stuck by him when he was really little, but they’d always wandered back to the sisters of the church at the end of the day.
So, he was a bit dumbfounded when he opened up the door to his office and was greeted to the sight of…possibly the weirdest looking Lycanroc he’d ever seen in his life. And it wasn’t just the blue fur or the fact it was almost standing that threw him off. It was the fact the darn thing was wearing overalls.
Overalls.
Sammy blinked once, opened his mouth to say something, and was promptly interrupted by the Pokemon actually waving a paw at him before quietly saying “Hello.”
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“JOSEPH BARTHOLOMEW DREW, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!”
Joey’s heart dropped about 5 feet when he heard his full name be used, and he braced himself in his wheelchair as he heard thundering stomps up the stairs. A rather small Banette looked just as scared as Joey felt, and nervously hugged his Creator’s twisted leg. “It’s okay, Bendy… It’s just Sammy.”
“He sounds real mad….”
“Yes. Yes he does.”
No sooner had he said that that his office door swung wide open. Sure enough, Sammy Wes Lawrence was pulling a shiny Lycanroc by the paw, although the sweet creature looked more confused than anything. “Drew. WHY was Boris the Lycanroc in my office??”
“Sammy, please. You’re scaring Bendy.”
That alone seemed to defuse the taller man a bit, but he repeated “Why. Was your character. A freaking Lycanroc of all things… Waiting in my office?”
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