my galar OC story ᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ (1)

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟓𝐓𝐇 — 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈

The sun had barely risen, peeking out from the fluffy cotton masses up above, shaped like a wooloo's fur.

Outside the square-shaped window, many flying types had taken to the skies; Pidgeots and Starly, alongside a few spare Butterfree letting the wind drift them away.

There was a stagnant, frigid air, (much alike to a winters climate so early in the morning) that slipped through the thin creases of the girls doorway.

Her room was to be expected of any Galarian teenager,

A dimly lit, cluttered space.

Baby pink walls coated in posters of her favorite people, from images of gym leaders decorated in cute stickers, or the current champion Leon dominating one specific corner of her room, all of his merchandise in place. Most notably, a lot of Alolan merchandise brandished the walls, images of places she'd been, the place in which she grew up, and many family photos. Memorabilia.

The room was spacious, yet still quite confined; with a magenta little heart emblem carpet and a desk, a console, but not much else in sight. Decoration wise, almost everything was coated in pink, or bedazzled in some way. Shelves decked with comics, important collectors items, and a TV still looping the latest matches left on by mistake- Raihan and Leon jabbering on about technique ever so faintly as to not jolt her from sleep, but she would toss and turn in the polka dot sheets everytime Leon's Charizard would land a hit.

Believe it or not, it was the most important day of her life.

The annual cup: the start of the gym challenge, a race to usurp the guy in charge, to make friends, start a new life, gain a name- I'm sure you get the jist.

But, out of the 53 alarms she'd set.....

She'd slept through a good 35/53.

Suddenly, it wasn't looking so good.

𝟐𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

Still, the girl rested, her partner pokemon Eevee nestled in the fold of her legs. She'd begun to pick up a gentle snore, falling into deeper sleep.

40/53.

By now, the TV had automatically turned off, and the light began piercing through the fluffy white curtains.

Tossing and turning still, her Eevee was eventually woken by the shuffling of it's trainers legs, and sprung up like it'd been hit with volt tackle.

It's fluffy feet dashed around clumsily, attempting to pull the covers off the girl, who groaned in response.

'Uuugh... Not now.' She pleaded, in and out of a seemingly unpleasant dream.

'Evoi...' The Eevee worriedly chirped, trying the alternative method of chaos instead, hopping round the room and tackling into shelves or desks, letting things tumble.

THUMP.

One thing fell, and the girl turned.

CRACK.

Another thing fell, and the girl grumbled.

𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙃!!!

An old trophy hit her square in the face, and she yelped, crashing to the ground from her bed.

'Ow, ow, ow... Ahh, my head, I—'

Suddenly, a freeze of shock. She looked to the trashed room, then to the worried look of her partner, and finally to the clock.

[ 𝟖:𝟎𝟏 𝐀𝐌 ]

𝟑𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 — 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃.

'Y-you're... You're kidding me.'

The girl clutched her chest, trying to control her breathing, helplessly staring at the floor.

She could make the train if she ran, true, but... She still needed to get ready, to add the final touches to her look, to pack Pokeballs and her money into a bag. She needed camping stuff, dang it! Her eyes practically wobbled, pulse racing, helplessly staring into the space as if it'd solve all her problems.

Eevee watched in worry, but overtaken by a fierce determination, leapt over from the shelves and began nudging it's owner in the direction of the white oak door.

'Evoi!' It chirped. 'Evoi voi!'

It's fluffy tail wagged in the girls face, causing her nose to ruffle, and for her to sneeze. It definitely snapped her out of her trance, and she nodded, clutching her fists together.

'Okay, I've got to rush, but... I can do this. I think.'

'Evoi...'

'N-no, I mean, I know I can!'

Lifting herself off the ground and dusting off her nightgown, she quickly jolted for the closet, pulling out the clothes her grandma had bought for the occasion.

And so began her time of getting ready.

... As quick as she could.