Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid - Chapter 1
#1 of Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid
Soooo... I had the beginnings of a story called "I Live to Serve" posted on here (I mean it's still there, it's just not in a folder anymore) that was all about my character Nanani that I never got around to finishing. Well, a lot has changed since then regarding recent portions of her story, as well the format I tell it in. This story is complete now, so there's no chance of a hang-up anymore, but I wanted to at least make good on the promise of posting the story of my precious baby, which is now told entirely from her perspective. I'll post a chapter a day until it's complete, so. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!
February 13th, 2018
Oh dear.
How do I even begin this entire... project, I suppose? I don't know if that word is entirely appropriate, but it's what I'm going with for the time being. I'm afraid I don't have a thesaurus on paw. I suppose I can start by properly introducing myself. My name is Nanani, and at the time of writing I am eleven years old, my birthday being on the twenty fifth of September. I reside at the great estate of William Matsuki a few miles north of Mahogany Town, very near the world-famous Lake of Rage, working as the resident housekeeper, and living quite comfortably as a part of the big and loving family we have here.
Anyway, Miss Wicke, Branch Chief of the Aether Foundation has informed me that she is attempting to compile rather lengthy memoirs from those of us who... survived creation at the hands of the Sinnoh Institution for...
I believe, Pokemon Reconstitution? Or perhaps it was Reconstruction. Hopefully this will get proofread at some point, naturally by myself, though. I must admit I'm... quite detached from this situation as a whole. Miss Wicke informed me of all the details and information regarding the Institution. It is where I was born. But I was so young when I left. Not yet a month old, in fact. To this day I have absolutely no recollection of the place. Just that it's where I was bred. And how could I not know this? Or at least, second guess where I came from? Even sheltered as I was, I knew I was different. Some would call it extraordinary, but what's so beyond average as a Pokemon with limited mobility and no inherent or natural abilities, hm? I have other talents, certainly, but I find comparing myself to other Glaceon to be a... futile effort. If anything I'm more prone to compare myself to other people. To humans. I can follow their example closest, after all.
To the uninformed reader, I, like many of the Pokemon who were born at the Institution (I believe the proper acronym is SIPR, which is what I will henceforth refer to it as), was bred for a singular mechanical, yet... gravely aesthetic purpose. I am a Glaceon, certainly, but I have a very mixed ancestry, as I've been told. I'm afraid I don't know the ins and outs of how it all works, but I can walk on my hind legs much like any other biped. I know it sounds strange, but it's simply the way my body is, and I've always come to accept it. I also possess... what could best be described as a combination of hands and paws. My digits are not conjoined, they are longer, and as such I can naturally hold and grasp objects without any trouble. As I said before, I do not possess any sort of common Pokemon ability. I cannot battle, I cannot produce any sort of ice attacks. In fact, my body temperature is more comparable to that of a Stoutland.
Dear me, I already feel like I've explained myself far too much, but I must continue.
Another distinguishing feature is my fur. Glaceon are supposed to be able to sharpen their fur into quills when threatened or in any sort of danger. And once again, no. I can do nothing of the sort. My fur is rather thin and soft. For all intents and purposes, I simply look like a Glaceon more than anything else. That said, I was in fact born an Eevee. That much is true. Genetically I am still meant to be a Glaceon. But...
Goodness me, I could have been anything, and it truly wouldn't have mattered that much. ...Keyword being "wouldn't," of course. It does matter, and I am proud of who I am, and the way I look. But I don't know if it would have had much of an effect on how my life panned out.
Then again, had I not been an Eevee, I doubt he would have chosen me.
I'll talk about "him" tomorrow. I should be getting ready for bed now. I'm certain I'll have more to say as I become accustomed to all of this.