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My eyes gazed upwards at the ceiling aperture as the chair I found myself in creaked a melody like the winter flocks of songbirds that were headed for warmer weather. The clouds above waved by as my world slowly, but enjoyably, swung around. The scarf around my neck, grazed the short, jet-black fur, leaving behind small bits of yarn, sprinkling the darkness with small hints of yellow and orange, which swayed around with each insouciant half-swivel of the chair.

“Taking care of patients…” My mind opened as if to communicate with someone who might have been in the room. “That kid gave me a sense of thrill that I hadn’t felt in quite a long time.”

I lurched forwards and folded by arms onto the desk. A gentle reminder of the days gone by escaped into the air, and became so contagious I reflexively coughed them out. I forced my body upwards with arms firmly planted on the translucent glass. A lab coat and glasses had already draped onto my winter hide, as though they were just another part of the being that I was. I dug through the cabinets within the desks, and opened up several compartments filled with once-useful tools.

I scanned each area for letting out a faint, “Aha!” after grabbing a Noctowl-feather duster, gloves and Encinno dusting spray. The desk looked even newer than I had remembered with just one spray. I slid the duster over the hardwood and glass, and saw the reflection of larger blanket-like clouds. A few other gentle reminders of old times poked at my feet as I looked around the room to see what needed a cleaning. I opened the hatches in the walls, revealing the many vibrant vials of ooze that could heal any heart. They too, looked similar to the desk before it had been thoroughly polished. I poked at one with a sharp crimson claw, and watched small droplets of the liquid splash against the opposite side of the vial with each poke.

I waved the feather duster in between the neat rows of strange concoctions and watched as they were restored to their individually brilliant shades of mystical color. I moved into the hallway storage closet and managed to pull a vacuum buried under other underutilized tools. With a quick spark from the wall plug, the floors’ once-remembered sheen returned, lightening up the office and back hallway.

“Certainly striking!” I exclaimed after looking back on my work. I looked down at the floor, and smiled at my academic appearance, as though I were still the previous doctor’s apprentice experiencing life anew for the first day. My face shone even brighter than the freshly polished floor. I swung behind the main desk and plugged in a device, and played a song that guided my arms and legs with the spirit of efficient cleaning.

Plink plink… plink plink…

My head darted backwards, eyes and mind laser-focused. Yet again, without even needing to think for a moment, I had already donned human skin. The glass had fogged up, but a figure stood in the frame.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

I pushed the cleaning supplies aside, carefully approaching the glass doors. The figure was short, but not short enough to match whom I thought it might be.

“It’s within his nature to lure me into traps and goad about it.”

I slid a finger between the top of the double doors. Before I could get a peep at the figure without them noticing me, the doors flew open. My eyes were agape. There was not even a split second for me to hide myself.

“These doors work…” My eyes darted towards the trainer before me, who exchanged a similarly awkward glance. They darted away and around to look for any danger, and back to the befuddled trainer once again.

Finger in the air and one leg up, I sheepishly asked, “Hello…” My voice trailed off with each word, “Do you… require… assistance?” I slowly backed into the building, scrutinizing the minute details my vulpine senses could be cognizant of.

“Sir, it’s super cold. Is this Pokémon Center still in service? I wasn’t sure because it looks so beat up.”

I choked on whatever words could be expunged from my brain, “Why, yes! I can treat your Pokémon on this…”

My voice trailed off once more. I was completely absorbed in my own head, I didn’t notice the soft flakes of winter fluttering around, slowly blanketing the rest of town in white. The town glimmered just as bright as my smile in the floor’s reflection.

“Work, right!”

“Thank you, sir!” The young trainer walked by without a care for what else I failed to say.

I whirled around and darted behind the desk to power the healing route. I flicked the escape hatch and set the delay timer for ten minutes. I grabbed a tray, and pushed it onto the desk. As cheerily as my partner, or assistant once said, “Please, place your Pokémon here!”

The trainer put each Pokéball in with care, nodding to each one with a smile. A wintry gale blew between the doors, still wide open. The trainer shivered, huddling in a puffy coat for warmth.

I didn’t even need to smirk to find the way I’d work my magic. “Oh my, it looks like you might have some onset symptoms of hypothermia…”

“Really? Oh no, do you have anything that could help?”

“I do, please, come with me.”

I walked the trainer down memory lane. I couldn’t help but giggle excitedly. “So, do you quite like the Pokémon you’ve journeyed with?”

“Yup! I’ve been having loads of fun with Eevee! I can’t wait to evolve her into the prettiest Sylveon in the world!”

“Is Sylveon a favorite of yours?”

“100%!”

I pressed my hand against the doorknob and opened the door for my patient, whom scrambled between my arm and the door onto the pediatric operating table, sitting up straight towards my well-shined desk. I scanned my medicine cabinet for a pink vial, labelled 700. “This should do the trick! This medicine works best when used immediately, and staying warm in the office will help the medication work its magic.”

I handed the patient the vial, and prepared to see what would happen. I rubbed my hands together in aching anticipation. The trainer took small sips of the vibrant pink liquid, and placed the empty tube down on the operating bed. The young trainer’s knee bones had already begun to shift, as they slowly receded into the long pants the trainer was wearing.

“Wow, I feel so warm and fuzzy… all over!”

“Good, the results are taking effect, just as promised. Do you think you still need a blanket? I have some extras in the back.” The trainer’s snow boots looked just about ready to hit the floor.

“No tha-- URK!” the trainer yelped. The trainer clasped their face, and lurched back, visibly in pain. “Ow, ow my face!”

The childlike wonder I had sunk into the abyss of the shining floor. I began sweating bullets. I fled the office.

Darting around the back closets, I grabbed a hypothermia blanket, first aid kit, and pain medication. I didn’t even bother to close the doors, and rushed back in, arms full of true cures.

The disfigured trainer glared towards me. The trainer was a nearly complete Sylveon. I grimaced at the pale white and blue withered skin and bloodshot eyes that cried out for my help. I fumbled with the medical supplies, and attempted to assist. I quickly unfolded the hypothermia blanket. “It’ll be alright I promi--”

My whole world turned 90 degrees. The pride I held in cleaning my facility had come back to bite me as I fell face first into the shining world that was the polished concrete floor.

“GYAH! Z-Zoroark!”

I heard a flurry of footsteps and screams, followed by a large crash. I got up and rubbed my facial wounds.

My mind repeated the same terrifying mantra, “Please don’t run outside for help… Please don’t run outside for help…”

I turned towards the main entrance, and noticed the sliding glass doors weren’t open. I searched the main promenade, under chairs and desks, and found nothing. “Sylveon?” I called out. My ears picked up a quiet mumble down the hallway. I tiptoed towards where I believe the sound was coming from.

It was behind a closet door that I saw an avalanche of storage and other various medical supply that a ribbon was draped on the floor.

“Probably slipped too…”

“Hey… Are you ok?”

The ribbons sparked to life with a radiant sheen. The disheveled Sylveon grumbled and emerged from the supplies. I flinched, noting the large metallic objects intruding on the creature’s figure, especially in the face. “You’re like a little cyborg.” I chuckled, wiping away a river of sweat off of my brow.

The bionic creature stared into the shiny reflection of the concrete, and pawed at the reflection. “Wow… I am! I look so pretty! Hey, mister Zoroark, do you mind if I can see my Eevee and show her how I look?”

“Of course! I apologize for being so odd and not introducing myself, I’m Dr. Ryzo, Pokémon and metamorphosing doctor in practice, though less active than I once was.”

A small pitter-patter of four legs crawled beneath my lab coat, and gasped. I glanced down, and saw that the trainer’s most prized partner was mesmerized by what she was seeing.

“Hi Eevee! I wanna talk to you so so much!”

“W-woah! Yay, of course!”

The two ran off to play in the main promenade. I picked up a box and giggled once more, knowing my work brought people and Pokémon together on a level that people would have not seen as possible.

“Wait, why didn’t that serum work properly?”

Description
My eyes gazed upwards at the ceiling aperture as the chair I found myself in creaked a melody like the winter flocks of songbirds that were headed for warmer weather. The clouds above waved by as my world slowly, but enjoyably, swung around. The scarf around my neck, grazed the short, jet-black fur, leaving behind small bits of yarn, sprinkling the darkness with small hints of yellow and orange, which swayed around with each insouciant half-swivel of the chair.

“Taking care of patients…” My mind opened as if to communicate with someone who might have been in the room. “That kid gave me a sense of thrill that I hadn’t felt in quite a long time.”

I lurched forwards and folded by arms onto the desk. A gentle reminder of the days gone by escaped into the air, and became so contagious I reflexively coughed them out. I forced my body upwards with arms firmly planted on the translucent glass. A lab coat and glasses had already draped onto my winter hide, as though they were just another part of the being that I was. I dug through the cabinets within the desks, and opened up several compartments filled with once-useful tools.

I scanned each area for letting out a faint, “Aha!” after grabbing a Noctowl-feather duster, gloves and Encinno dusting spray. The desk looked even newer than I had remembered with just one spray. I slid the duster over the hardwood and glass, and saw the reflection of larger blanket-like clouds. A few other gentle reminders of old times poked at my feet as I looked around the room to see what needed a cleaning. I opened the hatches in the walls, revealing the many vibrant vials of ooze that could heal any heart. They too, looked similar to the desk before it had been thoroughly polished. I poked at one with a sharp crimson claw, and watched small droplets of the liquid splash against the opposite side of the vial with each poke.

I waved the feather duster in between the neat rows of strange concoctions and watched as they were restored to their individually brilliant shades of mystical color. I moved into the hallway storage closet and managed to pull a vacuum buried under other underutilized tools. With a quick spark from the wall plug, the floors’ once-remembered sheen returned, lightening up the office and back hallway.

“Certainly striking!” I exclaimed after looking back on my work. I looked down at the floor, and smiled at my academic appearance, as though I were still the previous doctor’s apprentice experiencing life anew for the first day. My face shone even brighter than the freshly polished floor. I swung behind the main desk and plugged in a device, and played a song that guided my arms and legs with the spirit of efficient cleaning.

Plink plink… plink plink…

My head darted backwards, eyes and mind laser-focused. Yet again, without even needing to think for a moment, I had already donned human skin. The glass had fogged up, but a figure stood in the frame.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

I pushed the cleaning supplies aside, carefully approaching the glass doors. The figure was short, but not short enough to match whom I thought it might be.

“It’s within his nature to lure me into traps and goad about it.”

I slid a finger between the top of the double doors. Before I could get a peep at the figure without them noticing me, the doors flew open. My eyes were agape. There was not even a split second for me to hide myself.

“These doors work…” My eyes darted towards the trainer before me, who exchanged a similarly awkward glance. They darted away and around to look for any danger, and back to the befuddled trainer once again.

Finger in the air and one leg up, I sheepishly asked, “Hello…” My voice trailed off with each word, “Do you… require… assistance?” I slowly backed into the building, scrutinizing the minute details my vulpine senses could be cognizant of.

“Sir, it’s super cold. Is this Pokémon Center still in service? I wasn’t sure because it looks so beat up.”

I choked on whatever words could be expunged from my brain, “Why, yes! I can treat your Pokémon on this…”

My voice trailed off once more. I was completely absorbed in my own head, I didn’t notice the soft flakes of winter fluttering around, slowly blanketing the rest of town in white. The town glimmered just as bright as my smile in the floor’s reflection.

“Work, right!”

“Thank you, sir!” The young trainer walked by without a care for what else I failed to say.

I whirled around and darted behind the desk to power the healing route. I flicked the escape hatch and set the delay timer for ten minutes. I grabbed a tray, and pushed it onto the desk. As cheerily as my partner, or assistant once said, “Please, place your Pokémon here!”

The trainer put each Pokéball in with care, nodding to each one with a smile. A wintry gale blew between the doors, still wide open. The trainer shivered, huddling in a puffy coat for warmth.

I didn’t even need to smirk to find the way I’d work my magic. “Oh my, it looks like you might have some onset symptoms of hypothermia…”

“Really? Oh no, do you have anything that could help?”

“I do, please, come with me.”

I walked the trainer down memory lane. I couldn’t help but giggle excitedly. “So, do you quite like the Pokémon you’ve journeyed with?”

“Yup! I’ve been having loads of fun with Eevee! I can’t wait to evolve her into the prettiest Sylveon in the world!”

“Is Sylveon a favorite of yours?”

“100%!”

I pressed my hand against the doorknob and opened the door for my patient, whom scrambled between my arm and the door onto the pediatric operating table, sitting up straight towards my well-shined desk. I scanned my medicine cabinet for a pink vial, labelled 700. “This should do the trick! This medicine works best when used immediately, and staying warm in the office will help the medication work its magic.”

I handed the patient the vial, and prepared to see what would happen. I rubbed my hands together in aching anticipation. The trainer took small sips of the vibrant pink liquid, and placed the empty tube down on the operating bed. The young trainer’s knee bones had already begun to shift, as they slowly receded into the long pants the trainer was wearing.

“Wow, I feel so warm and fuzzy… all over!”

“Good, the results are taking effect, just as promised. Do you think you still need a blanket? I have some extras in the back.” The trainer’s snow boots looked just about ready to hit the floor.

“No tha-- URK!” the trainer yelped. The trainer clasped their face, and lurched back, visibly in pain. “Ow, ow my face!”

The childlike wonder I had sunk into the abyss of the shining floor. I began sweating bullets. I fled the office.

Darting around the back closets, I grabbed a hypothermia blanket, first aid kit, and pain medication. I didn’t even bother to close the doors, and rushed back in, arms full of true cures.

The disfigured trainer glared towards me. The trainer was a nearly complete Sylveon. I grimaced at the pale white and blue withered skin and bloodshot eyes that cried out for my help. I fumbled with the medical supplies, and attempted to assist. I quickly unfolded the hypothermia blanket. “It’ll be alright I promi--”

My whole world turned 90 degrees. The pride I held in cleaning my facility had come back to bite me as I fell face first into the shining world that was the polished concrete floor.

“GYAH! Z-Zoroark!”

I heard a flurry of footsteps and screams, followed by a large crash. I got up and rubbed my facial wounds.

My mind repeated the same terrifying mantra, “Please don’t run outside for help… Please don’t run outside for help…”

I turned towards the main entrance, and noticed the sliding glass doors weren’t open. I searched the main promenade, under chairs and desks, and found nothing. “Sylveon?” I called out. My ears picked up a quiet mumble down the hallway. I tiptoed towards where I believe the sound was coming from.

It was behind a closet door that I saw an avalanche of storage and other various medical supply that a ribbon was draped on the floor.

“Probably slipped too…”

“Hey… Are you ok?”

The ribbons sparked to life with a radiant sheen. The disheveled Sylveon grumbled and emerged from the supplies. I flinched, noting the large metallic objects intruding on the creature’s figure, especially in the face. “You’re like a little cyborg.” I chuckled, wiping away a river of sweat off of my brow.

The bionic creature stared into the shiny reflection of the concrete, and pawed at the reflection. “Wow… I am! I look so pretty! Hey, mister Zoroark, do you mind if I can see my Eevee and show her how I look?”

“Of course! I apologize for being so odd and not introducing myself, I’m Dr. Ryzo, Pokémon and metamorphosing doctor in practice, though less active than I once was.”

A small pitter-patter of four legs crawled beneath my lab coat, and gasped. I glanced down, and saw that the trainer’s most prized partner was mesmerized by what she was seeing.

“Hi Eevee! I wanna talk to you so so much!”

“W-woah! Yay, of course!”

The two ran off to play in the main promenade. I picked up a box and giggled once more, knowing my work brought people and Pokémon together on a level that people would have not seen as possible.

“Wait, why didn’t that serum work properly?”