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Rick and Rosie

by Shiny Blue Gardevoir

Shiny Blue Gardevoir Requested by @The Exorciser

I'm not happy with how it turned out, but maybe you will like it more than me...

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It hadn’t been long since Rosie had become a banette. Her story was the same as all of the others of her species; she’d been carelessly thrown away by a little girl, who’d outgrown her, and been left to rot in the trash. She’d assumed that she’d have to spend the rest of her pitiful life alone, on the run from other wild pokemon, or from the few trainers determined to capture her, and make her their battle slave…



But she’d instead, been taken in by someone, who was neither trainer, coordinator, nor performer. Just an average man, with a cosy home in Kiloude City, known only by her as Rick, or ‘Dadda’, as he insisted that she call him. Just an average man, who’d been kind enough to take her in, permanently, and make her his dear pet. Just an average man, who’d truly gone up and beyond the call of duty to help a pitiful creature, like her.



It was just another morning in Rick’s house, but he wasn’t awake to make breakfast yet. So, today, Rosie thought that she’d give him a hand, and try to do it for him. He’d done so much for her already, so she only thought it fair that she should help him, too.



The banette clambered onto the worktop, reaching for a sack of flour with her little cloth arms. Rick adored belue berry pancakes, and he always ate them for breakfast, so that was what she was going to attempt to make…



She attempted to mix the batter with a wooden spoon, but instead of making a nice, smooth pancake batter, she ended up with a lumpy mess, splashing milk and flour all over the countertop. She attempted to cut the belue berries into neat, half-moon slices, but instead, all she managed to do was mince them, covering the countertop in fleshy fruit and juice. And when she attempted to turn the stove on, to finally cook her mess of a meal, she managed to get most of her batter all over the stovetop, instead of in the pan…



Rosie panicked as she surveyed the scene. She’d used up every last puff of flour. There was milk and berry juice everywhere. What little batter she had managed to cook had become a stodgy, congealed mess, instead of a pancake… She’d never clean this up in time, but she had to try…



“Rosie?”



The banette froze. Rick was there, still half-asleep in his pyjamas, having not even brushed his brunet mop yet. He rubbed his eyes as he came into the kitchen, surveying the little mess that his banette had made.



Rosie hung her head. He was so going to be angry with her. He was going to scold her for making a mess of his kitchen, she was sure of it…



But he instead, simply laughed and said, “Have you been trying to make breakfast, Rosie?”



“Banette,” she cried shamefully, hiding her face in her hands.



“Well, looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess, girl,” he began, “I know you were only trying to help, but next time, let Dadda handle breakfast, alright?”



The little cursed doll nodded obediently, as Rick began cleaning up the kitchen, humming and muttering pleasantries. Maybe he was right. Maybe, she should stay away from the kitchen, and do something else to help her loving owner out. It was Sunday, which meant that it was housework day, and Rick always complained about having to dust.



Rosie’s eyes lit up. Instead of cooking breakfast for Rick, she’d do the dusting for him, instead…



A little later, Rick was finally done with the kitchen, and once breakfast was over, he got to work on the house. As he was changing his bedsheets, Rosie seized the opportunity to get the dusting cloth from the cupboard.



She pulled up a stool from the kitchen, and with some effort, managed to get it to the cupboard. She managed to get up just high enough to reach out and pull the cloth free…



CRASH!



Rick came running as he heard the entire contents of the downstairs cupboard come out, and he found his banette sprawled on the floor, surrounded by cloths and cleaning products.



“Rosie,” he began, shaking his head, “What on earth is going on in here?”



Rosie got up in a hurry, quick to notice the mess she had once again made. This time, there was no way that she could explain what she’d been trying to do…



“Banette,” she cried shamefully, gesturing to the cloth in her hand.



Rick shook his head. “Never mind,” he said quickly, picking some of the contents of the cupboard up, “I’ll pick these up. Rosie, you go into the other room, and wait for Dadda to be done with the cleaning.”



Rosie hung her head in shame, as her Dadda cleaned up her mess. It seemed that there wasn’t a thing that she could do, without messing it up…



And then, another idea popped into her head.



She’d only failed at making breakfast earlier, because she hadn’t used a recipe, she was certain of it. But if she made Rick a delicious, three-course meal for dinner, and cleaned up afterwards, she’d totally be able to make up for what she’d done earlier, wouldn’t she? She knew that she could do it.



So Rosie searched through the recipe books in the kitchen, deciding to make all of Rick’s favourite foods. To start, she’d make garlic soup, and for the main course, she’d make tarte soleil. And then, for a show-stopping dessert, she’d make a sweet tarte tatin, with the shiniest, most ripe apples from Rick’s garden. If she did it by the book, she absolutely couldn’t fail…





The scene was apocalyptic.



The kitchen, Rick’s beautiful, custom designed kitchen, looked as if a tornado had blown through it. The oven’s door had cracked. There was burnt caramel stuck to one of the saucepans. There was garlic, and mashed apples, and lumpy pastry everywhere.



Rosie did her best to clean it up in a hurry, but when Rick came downstairs to do dinner, the scene was still awful.



Rosie held her breath. He was quiet for a second, balling his fists up. He was going to explode. After everything that’d happened that day, he was going to scream, and shout, and then, maybe, he’d throw her out, she just knew it. She was no good to him. All she managed to do was mess things up…



“Rosie, go and wait in the bedroom,” he ordered, “And don’t come out until I say.”



Rosie wordlessly obeyed the command, tottering away up to her little bed, in Rick’s room. She knew that she’d ruined everything today, but she was only trying to help, she swore. But it didn’t matter; even if she tried to explain, he wouldn’t understand. He’d call her a useless, rotten little doll, just like her previous owner had, back before she’d been thrown away, and she’d transformed from a pretty, porcelain doll, to a sad little banette.



She pulled her knees up to her tiny chest, and began to cry.





A little later, she heard Rick downstairs, and she obediently went out to meet him. She was expecting him to be angry, really angry…



But surprisingly, he wasn’t. Surprisingly, he was… Smiling, as he held a picnic basket, containing sandwiches for himself, and pokemon kibble, for her.



“Ba...Banette?”



“The repairmen will be in there, fixing the kitchen for a good few hours,” he informed her, “So, that means I can’t make us my famous casserole for dinner tonight.”



“Banette,” Rosie answered apologetically. She hoped that he at least understood that she was sorry…



“But, it does mean that tonight, we’ll be having a picnic dinner instead!” he announced, “So, how about we head to the park, girl, so we can eat while we look up at the stars?”



“Banette?” Rosie continued.



Rick’s face fell, having taken in his pokemon’s sentiments. “No, Rosie, I’m not mad,” he answered, “I know that you were only trying to help out today. But in future, just leave the housework to Dadda, ok?”



Rosie nodded affirmatively. From now on, she was going to be the best banette—No, the best pokemon—In the world. “Banette!”



And with that, the two set off to the park together.
  1. Skippidypowpow
    Skippidypowpow
    It was so sad how Banette had a mindset of that it would be scolded and abandoned because of its past self, but it makes sense.
    Jun 29, 2017
  2. Shiny Blue Gardevoir
  3. Skippidypowpow
    Skippidypowpow
    Wow, what sadness.
    Jun 29, 2017
  4. Staroid
    Staroid
    I shall indeed!

    Anyways, I loved how a Pokemon with such a deep back story is in a completely ordinary situation. It just adds humor to the story.
    Jun 3, 2017
  5. Aura
    Aura
    This is super cute! I love the idea of having a Pokemon as conceptually dark as Banette in a mundane situation. You did really well
    Jun 1, 2017
  6. The Snom Prince
    The Snom Prince
    Aside from the fact that Rick couldn't get angry to a fault (meaning he couldn't ball up his fists...a bit of an issue) it's great though she has the mentality of a Toddler therefore she wouldn't be able to read or comprehend a recipe book
    May 31, 2017