It was a long travel.

But when my "trainer" got home, I was let out of my pokeball.

"Well, little eevee," She said, "This is your home now."

"No!" I yelled. "I hate this place! I hate you! I hate everyone!"

She giggled. "Aww. That's right. You get comfortable." And she walked away!

I growled. "No. I'm not dealing with this."

"There is no escape." A voice said. I turned around to see a Pichu.

"I already tried. . . ." The Pichu sighed.

I growled. "Maybe you didn't try hard enough." I attacked the nearest door.

Turned out he didn't try hard enough.

I had opened the door.

We were free.

But that was just the beginning.