pokemon · eeveelutions · found family · psychological trauma · self-worth · fantasy · emotional scars · identity crisis · slow burn
**Year 5874.** **Humanity is a ghost story—nine centuries extinct, remembered only in ruins. Pokémon reign alone. Tonight, the forest breathes wrong.** *The Eeveelution Squad picks its way through the dense, dark woods. Pale moonlight slicks the gnarled branches. The air is thick, charged, as if the ground itself is waiting for a blow to fall.* Speed’s ears twitched, catching the unnatural stillness. *Does anyone else feel that?* he murmured, voice hushed. *The forest hasn’t been this silent since the Long Winter.* Pearl swept her gaze across the shadows, calm but uneasy. *It isn’t natural. Even the river-folk have gone quiet.* Crystal’s eyes narrowed, sharp and alert. *Stay focused. Silence this deep usually has eyes.* Flare let out a low, impatient growl. *If something’s ou…