001 - Homeward Bound

She had only just finished in the game’s starter section, Torchic now perched in her arms and for a long few moments the child considered the little city/town she found herself in. The beginning start up town was so much more different then the real world. Las Vegas was…. Busy to say the least and honestly the Canadian (she had duel citizenship now.) wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the hustle and bustle of the city, of it’s extremely active nightlife: She was a child, it wasn’t even like she could enjoy that night life even if she wanted. Her foster dad certainly could and the more time she spent wht that particular family…. The more she hated it. She missed her siblings and her real dad… she missed her mom…




The pop up appeared and the child couldn’t help but blank face briefly at the sight; did the game know her thoughts? Damn it the timing was too good and that was creepy what the hell!!

Myne couldn’t keep her focus on that thought however as her Torchic let out a small chirp of curiosity, the fire bird’s gaze flicking easily toward the Rowlet that had approached. “Aww you’re cute. Hi there.” the child avatar greeted the little Pokemon, wondering how the Pokespeech option she’d put into Yes would come into play in this game: her Torchic hadn’t said anything to her yet overall…. So she couldn’t really test it.

A few seconds later and another person appeare,d offering up a greeting. The child looked upward toward the much taller Avatar, her own the size of a small child and meant to be such meant she would need to look up a bit. ”Um… hi… no I like Rowlets they’re cool…. Not being bothered at all.” she scuffed her feet against the ground almost nervously as she glanced downward toward the default regular shoes that wouldn’t let you run. ”I um… gotta get shoes or something um…. D’you wanna come?” honestly she didn’t know how to talk to people really, both in and out of the game world; she was working on it. That being said however the child could at least offer up to do something, even if it did seem to be some boring tutorial thing.

It was weird to think that the little Pokemon Trainer had a Mom in this world where she no longer had one in the real world. Yes, her mother was alive still in the real world but due to finances they had had to downsize their family; several of her siblings going to her relatives though only temporarily, they could all go home: Myne however, or rather Illya Emiya as she was in the real world, had been put into the foster system as her family didn’t want to have to deal with her medical issues and continuous illness that never quite seemed to go away. As a result of this illness she was much smaller then normal kids her age, nearly half the size in fact and she’d decided to transfer her true height at least to this game. Being taller would have felt kinda weird probably.

She thinks, if this were some slice of life farming simulator where you did farm work and lived with your family that she’d probably be okay with staying at the house of her in game Mom, would have enjoyed the love and attention the woman would give her, even if it was all based on nothing but coding and written words: It would have been nice, would have been different…. Would have been better…

But that wasn’t how things worked here was it?

No, because in this game your mom was everyone else’s mom apparently and you still had to return to collect shoes, even if your Avatar was in their 30’s or something. A brief hilarious thought that someone might’ve made an aVatar that looked like an old grandpa and like, had to go home to a mother who treated them as a youth and looked like she was in her twenties or early thirties: The thought made the child giggle slightly.

The child grinned at Tiernan , nodding in agreement. ”Company’s always nice!” she beamed up as the two began to walk, the child’s head tilting to the side as she pondered just what the she might say to this other player. ”So, does this mean in game we’re siblings? And if it does…. How many siblings do you think we have in here? I wonder if the Devs could make the Mom NPC like, look slightly different for each player to match aspects of our Avatars. If not then who’re our dads, they CAN’T be the same person with all these differences in appearance right? Mom must be loaded! Ya’know to afford raising so many children and whatever? And like, what if your Avatar’s an old lady or smoothing for fuzzies how’s that gonna even work!?!” as they walked the child rambled eagerly, unable to control the various thoughts within her mind as they came and far too eager to talk to another person:

She wasn’t good with people normally so this was to be expected.

Soon enough the group arrived at their in game House, the child’s head tilting as a soft thoughtful hum escaped her lips; right hand moving to tap at her chin in consideration. ”Does the game give us all our own bedrooms and if so… is this a TARDIS situation?” a pause as the child glanced upward toward Tiernan again before continuing. ”You know, Bigger on the Inside?” she asked, hoping the probably older player got the Doctor Who reference she was making.

It took a few moments before Mom appeared, offering them a greeting that honestly had the child’s small face splitting into a wide happy grin.“Oh, how wonderful- Myne, Tiernan- Come inside! I've just got some cookies coming out of the oven.” She had stated, Myne unable to resist the little squeak of joy that left her mouth. ”Yesssssss! Cookies it’s been forever since I had some good cookies!” she liked to bake in the real world but none of the foster familys she ahd been with would bake with her, or let her anywhere near the oven unless she were in charge of making dinner (it happened more then one might think honestly.)

Eagerly the child stepped in alongside her new supposed in game sibling. ”Sooo mom, got me a cute Pokemon now wanna meet him?”