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The black an gold shone dull in the mornin, and the Snubble was wobblin on its feet.
"Now or never kid. And don't screw up, I only got the one of these."
"Sure. So do I..."
"Throw it at the head. It'll open on its own."
"Alright, here goes." it mighta been a good toss too, if he hadn't looked like he'd never thrown a ball before. It worked itself out, the little thing zooming red on the snubble, the ball hittin the ground.
His eyes went the size of voltorbs when it started shakin. Once. He was twitchin all ova. twice. He looked back at me, like to ask if I knew how it'd end. I smiled. Three times. And it clicked. Arceus, if it wasn't the look on the kids face.
"Ya gonna name it?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna name it after my dad."
"Oh?"
"Burns. His name is Burns."
Candy smiled when we got back. It was a couple days after that,when the kid left. I packed a bag for him, with Wendy's cooking on the top and an old spare uniform on the bottom. He wouldn't find it for a few days, but when he did. I like to think he'd wear it. I like to think he got that note to Wendy. I like to think she ready it, scrawled as it was in what I can occasionally pass off as handwriting.
>Dear Wendy,
>Been a while. Been a long while. Sorry about all them overdue shipping reports back then, but I was a thief. Paperwork was never my deal. I'm retired in the Olivine area, me and Candy. We're gettin out. The worksite in Vermillion, under the third biggest rock, theres a stash of full restores from our last few runs, worth about 9,999,999. Good cut.
>There's a kid, attached to this thing. He's smart, but don't trust too well. He's not as fast as I was, but he's dedicated, and he's willing to work without complainin too much.If you can find an extra bunk for him, an extra uniform. He's already got his own Pokemon.
>I gave him what I could. But he needs a home. For old times sake then?
>Best of luck
>Burns
