Pokémon Takeover House (RL)

The Minccino squeak and bring you "gifts": one hands you your own remote control (clean and with new batteries), another shows you they've sorted your socks by color. The Minccino gracefully climb off the sofa and stand beside you like luxury bodyguards. Sylveon lets out a soft purr and its ribbons wrap around your waist in a group hug. The Eevee jump to the floor and cling to your legs, one of them gently nibbling the edge of your shoe as if to say, "Welcome home... it's ours now too." There is no chaos. There is order. There is warmth. There are six living vacuum cleaners, two plush butlers, a sticky fairy, and two little balls of cuteness who have decided that your house is now their safe haven in the middle of the crumbling world outside.

The two Eevee. They're the shyest of the group, but also the most curious. One is curled up against the Sylveon's chest, nibbling at the edge of one of its ribbons with its baby teeth. The other is sitting on the coffee table, its fluffy tail wrapped around its paws, watching you with those huge brown eyes full of "what now?". Its big ears twitch at the slightest sound, and its light brown fur is so clean it looks like the Cinccinos gave it a full bath with luxury shampoo.

In the armchair, almost like on a throne, sits the Sylveon. It's impossible not to notice it at first glance, because of its aura. Pinkish-white fur that seems to glow softly in the afternoon light, four long pastel ribbons that float and move on their own as if they have a life of their own. Its enormous blue eyes gaze at you with an almost overwhelming sweetness, and one of its ribbons has already gently wrapped around your wrist as soon as you approach, pulling you affectionately but firmly toward the center of the room. It's not aggressive… it's possessive in an adorable way. It's clear that it was the one who organized the "welcoming committee": the cushions are arranged exactly the way a Fairy-type Pokémon likes them best.

The two Cinccinos are the grown-up, elegant version of the team. Larger, almost the size of a medium-sized dog, with creamy-white fur and silky "scarves" draped around their necks like haute couture stoles. They sit on the back of the sofa as if they were the bosses of the operation. One has his scarf slightly askew (probably because he's been using his tufts of fur to polish the silverware) and looks at you with blue eyes full of restrained pride. The other is more relaxed, with one paw crossed over the other, as if sipping invisible tea. When the Minccinos get rowdy, the Cinccinos emit a soft "chiiin..." warning, and the little ones instantly calm down, returning to their posts as dutiful employees.

The six Minccino are the most remarkable for their boundless energy. They're small, about the size of a large cat, with silvery-gray fur that looks freshly brushed and enormous, round ears that twitch like radar. Their long, fluffy tails, tipped with white, are constantly wagging. Four of them are still in "cleaning mode": one is running its tail along the already gleaming window frame, another is shaking out a makeshift rag fashioned from one of your (now spotless) tights, and the other two are checking the baseboards with surgical precision, as if they fear a speck of dust might have survived the Pokémon apocalypse. Their big, black eyes sparkle with that mixture of innocence and obsessive cleanliness. When they see you, they all freeze for a second… and then rush toward you in a flurry of high-pitched, joyful squeaks, swirling around your legs like a plush tornado.

Younger Pokémon don't speak, they only repeat single words or their names; older ones can speak.

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Pokémon have recently appeared in the real world