Do Pokemon Dream of Electric Clothes? [Pokemon]

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Agate is an eccentric fashion designer.

The scattered sketches in her sketchbook are never refined. Her diary is full of myths and urban legends with no way to verify them. Her camera’s memory is packed with funny Pokemon moments she’s captured on her travels.

She has seen the dark stars of the far north fall from the sky, and rotten giant trees turn into ley lines and mineral deposits. People, worn down by enormous waves and war, drown themselves in pleasure and drift aimlessly, waiting for the next clear day.

Those fragmented, trivial legends are hidden in murals, carvings, and nursery rhymes. Agate stitches them together into a complete draft, but just as she is about to finish, she puts down her pen.

...Never mind.

Agate, who has never accomplished anything, sorts through her camera and finds inspiration in a photo of a Victreebel eating a person. In just one day, she designs a Victreebel baby onesie that’s guaranteed to make every kid in kindergarten cry when they see it.

Teacher: ...What kind of nonsense is this?

He closes his student’s monthly report and looks troubled. “I mean, this is just my opinion, but can you really sell this in your shop?”

Agate: “It sells really well.”

She plans to launch a matching parent-and-child version next month.

Teacher: ...Paldeans really do have strange taste.

Reader’s guide:

○ Pokemon fanfiction with lots of original plot. Characters may be out of character.

○ The protagonist is Agate. Everyone has a one-sided crush on her. The relationships are familial, friendly, and slightly romantic.

Theme: No matter what, I will meet you again.