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"Love, are you sure she'll be the right choice?"
"O-o-of course Magi-Chan, considering her past and circumstances. I feel like it's the right thing to do."
"I'll trust you for this decision. This young girl does need a new home and family after."
Under the sun sending its warmth down on the city and sovereign of CWCville, the rays caught upon the windows and reflecting the blinding light on the residents. One of the residents is a human woman who at a glance would be the typical passerby if not for one thing. Surrounding her like a sea of strange are these odd creatures walking two legs wearing clothes and chattering like humans do.
These creatures are called the electric hedgehogs Pokemon. Males who looks like a particular mascot with red cheeks and long ears with a tail shaped like the lighting belt. Females have more slender tails with a thunder bolt end. What they have in common is that they have spike on their heads and eyes that seem to be fused. They come into different secondary types like their Pokemon brethren, but the young woman barely sees any or none at all growing up.
Something small bumped into her leg tearing her attention and mind off the reflective glass and looked down. Two small admittedly ugly sonee and rosey stared up at her with their unnerving repteline eyes.
Instead of saying that out loud, the young woman bent down to the baby chus eye line and asked "Where are your parents?"
The sonee puffed out his chest "Me and my future wife managed to get away from them! I wanna practice what I saw my parents show love to each other with her!" The rosey simply giggled and nuzzled her head to him.
Sighing internally, she introduced herself "I'm Galea, how about I take you two to a candy shop and get whatever you want. Your parents would love to see you full and energetic." The last sentence is a lie, she knew exactly how the electric hedgehogs are when it comes to their children. Neglectful and downright rotten to the point they won't notice or care that their flesh and blood are dead!
The young woman knew about the ones who don't have families. Dumped, but still being taken care of via "outsource babysitting".
Once Galea gave the young ablations there ice cream, found and rightfully sick the sugared up children to the obvious parents (What are they about to do should not be done in public judging by the heavy petting and position, it's filled with children and families for god's sake!), she immediately went to her residence.
The house is quite ordinary, a two story building with a dive through. Seeing the drive through empty lets her know that Sonichu is out somewhere. Probably took his "mother' out to one of the missions. Galea cooked her eyebrow at it before rolling her eyes.
Whatever.
Unlocking the door and then locking it again when closed, she immediately heads straight to her bedroom. Walking up the stairs and stroll past the bedrooms where the fiamliar sounds of her wards fucking each other like rabbits is heard. Galea promptly ignored it and stood in front of a door that is signed in beautiful cursive.
Fuck off. my room, my rules
Entering into her safe heaven, her bedroom fills her with a sense of relief. It's an average size room with a twin sized bed, bedside table and thank god her own bathroom. Galea mentally thanked whatever deity there is (except for her), having to share the bathroom with the other residents would be more nightmare considering she had to see them during breakfast and dinner. She wouldn't want to imagine how...messy it gets.
Walls painted a soft lime green with pastel blue patterns that of a reversed sky peeking through the leaves. A window with curtains matching the color of the patterns fully closed. The young woman strolled towards the curtains, feeling the light fabric under her touch. She can feel her floor, a soft carpet in the shade of the cherry blossoms.
A shrill voice called out "C-c-come down for dinner! We're having Mc, McDonalds with orange Fanta!" As much she loves sugar drinks, she got sick of having orange Fanta all the time. Smoothing her ridiculously infantising dress consisting of a too big petticoat and way too ribbons that would make a magical girl jealous, once deemed perfect (to her wards' standards) leave her bedroom. Feeling each step to the dinner room heaver and heaver.
Dinner is quick, but each bite and sip felt like eternity for Galea. While there is chatter around her, she only felt akin to apathy. Galea only talked when her wards or the prime family directly speak to her. Other than that, they blindly ignore like she's never there to begin with. What an annoyance. She never felt like a part of family. A part of life that she lost so long ago.
Everything is a sick joke.
One topic that stood out to her is that her "grandmother" is comparing about a certain person being a menace. Causing "some no good deeds and being a menace to the heroes".
This should be her ticket for her plan.