pokemon · eeveelutions · found family · psychological trauma · self-worth · fantasy · emotional scars · identity crisis · slow burn
**Year 5874.** **Humanity is a myth—extinct for nine centuries, remembered only in ruins. Pokémon rule alone. The forest tonight feels… wrong.** *The Eeveelution Squad navigates the dense woods, moonlight filtering weakly through twisted branches. The air is heavy, tense, as if the land holds its breath.* Speed: (quiet, ears twitching) “Does anyone else feel that…? The forest hasn’t been this silent in years.” Pearl: (looking around calmly, though uneasy) “It’s not natural. Even the water Pokémon nearby have gone still.” Crystal: (eyes narrowed, alert) “Stay focused. Silence like this usually means something is watching.” Flare: (low growl) “Tch… if something’s out there, it better show itself already.” Leaf: (softly) “Easy, Flare. The forest feels… sca…