Night fell. Laughter filled the livestream of a certain food content creator. "I've got the perfect move, but nah—I'll just play this single
Night fell.
Laughter filled the livestream of a certain food content creator.
"I've got the perfect move, but nah—I'll just play this single card instead."
"Genuine question: Is this a charity gambling god's stream?"
"Fast-forward to my favorite 'wibbly-wobbly' segment!"
Today's stream focused on single-player games.
Fans flooded the chat, bombarding it with messages while asking about the recent glacier incident that had set the region abuzz.
"You guys don't actually think I saved Sinnoh, do you?" Natsume said offhandedly. "Well, you're absolutely right!"
Instantly, the chat exploded again.
"I've never seen someone so shameless!"
"Natsume-sensei, the truth can't be hidden—it even leaks from your eyes."
"Was it really you?! I need to know!"
Fans wavered between doubt, excitement, and sheer disbelief.
When Natsume changed the topic again, the chat collectively sighed.
"Thanks to 'GiftForTogepi' for the Rocket! Boss, stay healthy!"
Natsume booted up the game emulator. "Let's give the boss a Togepi Metronome special!"
Under Natsume-sensei's trolling, the on-screen Togepi wagged its finger—and a purple Toxic mist seeped out.
"Suggested change: Classic remake."
"Boss, what were you thinking?!"
"Missing with Toxic is the most 'Natsume-sensei' move ever, LOL."
Amid the wave of "Boss, spend responsibly!" messages, Natsume-sensei answered a question:
"Strategy stream is next time… planning to showcase Rain Perish Song."
"Moe-Moe?! Moe-Moe should work, not just watch Moe-Moe! Go outside and catch Pokémon!"
The chat instantly fired back:
"You think I'm here for Moe-Moe? Nah, it's all about Gengar and Sirfetch'd."
"Good guy Natsume, just trying to legally enter the Baby Cup, huh?"
Natsume scanned the chat, then blinked.
"Ducky stew—" He coughed. "Ahem, Sirfetch'd's busy hatching eggs today. Main event's horror games."
With that, he had Rotom cut the lights.
In the darkened room, Natsume sat stern-faced, headphones on, a grinning Gengar floating menacingly beside him.
The horror game—Escape the Mansion—was a top-seller on the ORAS platform, developed by Devon Corp.
Set in a vine-choked mansion deep in a sunless forest, it featured a gentle, green-haired big sister ghost.
The goal? Avoid her and her Chansey, find the "Cleansing Charm," and escape alive.
"Escape? Nah, fight her head-on!"
Natsume turned to confront the green-haired specter.
"???"
"You can't. At least, you shouldn't."
"Holy—this ghost is actually Moe-Moe?!"
The screen shook violently, splattered with crimson as the player was dragged away by Chansey, leaving a trail of blood.
"Did big sister just take him to her room?"
"Even better!"
Game over. Natsume and Gengar exchanged a look. Gengar cackled.
"Gengar~ ヾ(≧▽≦)ヾ"
"No way, Gengar's too cute. Ruins the horror vibe."
"Should've used the urban legend 'White Hand' as the protagonist!"
Seeing this, Natsume's expression shifted.
The "White Hand" was a famous Pokémon urban legend from the early handheld games.
In Pokémon Tower, an NPC would say:
"Look behind you. There's a white hand."
Paired with Lavender Town's eerie BGM, it sent chills down players' spines—a nod even the official Pokémon Origins referenced.
"Obviously, total nonsense," Natsume thought.
Creak—
Natsume pushed back his gaming chair, took a deep breath, and resumed the stream.
In the dim room, Sylveon turned slightly, its baby-doll eyes glowing an eerie blue in the dark.
Gengar's grin stretched to its tongue, fading into the shadows.
The game booted up. The mansion appeared. A white shadow flickered across the screen.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The chat erupted:
"STREAMER, LOOK AT YOUR RIGHT SHOULDER. THERE'S A WHITE HAND."
"THE CABINET—BEHIND THE CABINET!"
A rustling sound. Natsume flung off his headphones and yelled:
"NOPE. I'M OUT!"
...
In the Living Room
Sirfetch'd tilted its head, staring at the Pokémon egg nestled beneath its white wing.
The egg wobbled violently, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface—clear signs of imminent hatching.
"Sirfetch'd!" Sirfetch'd hopped excitedly onto the floor, gazing at the little one about to emerge.
Roll, roll, roll—
The egg rocked unsteadily, the tiny life inside struggling to break free.
A true "hatchling"—so adorable that Sirfetch'd broke into a dopey grin.
"Sirfetch'd~"
The commotion drew the attention of the other little ones.
Blastoise rose from the fish tank with a splash, adjusting its sunglasses to scrutinize the egg.
Arcanine zoomed around the living room in excitement, tail wagging furiously.
"Sirfetch'd!" Sirfetch'd waddled on duck-like feet, intending to fetch Natsume from his ongoing livestream in the bedroom.
Creak—
Pushing the door open, Sirfetch'd scanned the dimly lit room, puzzled.
Why so dark, quack?
Before the faintly glowing screen sat Natsume, headphones on, completely absorbed.
Sirfetch'd tapped the cabinet with its leek—no reaction.
Then, it stretched out a snowy wing, gently poking Natsume's back with the leek.
Instantly, a chill shot up Natsume's spine, spreading through his entire body.
"Little Rotom—LIGHTS!" Natsume stammered.
The room flooded with brightness.
Natsume and Sirfetch'd locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
The chat erupted into a frenzy of "LOLOLOL" spams.
Even the usually ice-cold Sabrina, watching the stream, cracked a smile before bursting into laughter.
Aaron's green cowlick bobbed with glee; Lance chuckled as he poured himself another cup of tea.
"Gengar~! ヾ(≧▽≦*)ヾ" Gengar patted Natsume's shoulder reassuringly.
Mixed emotions swirling, Natsume wiped his face and addressed Sirfetch'd:
"What's up?"
"Sirfetch'd!" It pointed outside with its leek.
Natsume instantly understood. "It's hatching?"
At Sirfetch'd's nod, Natsume turned back to the screen:
"Emergency wrap-up today. Strategy stream next time."
"Don't forget—Pokémon releases in May! Buy it!"
The stream cut to black at lightning speed, leaving fans savoring the hilarity.
"How is a horror game this entertaining? LOL."
"I'll eat my own snacks—no one's getting a dime from me."
"Next time for sure!"
Natsume—Sinnoh's savior, Rainbow Hero, Giratina-rider—now stood frozen in a flinching state, mentally debating between braised and roasted cooking methods.
Entering the living room, his attention snapped to the wobbling egg.
Roll, roll, roll—
Natsume sat cross-legged on the carpet as the little ones formed a circle around the egg.
Dozens of eyes fixed on it, breaths held.
"Togepi doo-ee~!" Togepi clapped its tiny hands, thrilled.
Am I gonna be a big sister?!
"Gengar!" Gengar had already prepped textbooks—no child would fall behind on its watch.
Blastoise pondered whether to verify it wasn't a Ditto first…
"Sirfetch'd~! (′︿‵)" Sirfetch'd teared up, moved.
My child, on the day you're born, the forests of Sandgem Town will call your name!
One day, this slacker's journey will end—and you shall be crowned king!
Amid the inexplicably solemn atmosphere, Natsume laid out a soft cushion.
Opening a group livestream, he invited Gold and asked:
"Do I just… watch?"
Gold—The Hatcher—gasped at the soon-to-hatch little one, cheering.
"Yep! The moment a Pokémon breaks free—that's the magic of life!" Gold laughed.
For a fleeting second, Natsume felt touched.
"…I'll forgive one of Gold's debts," he decided.
Other members joining the stream voiced their awe.
"So cute…" Jasmine murmured at the gray-green blunt snout peeking out.
"Looks like a Larvitar," Blue Oak noted.
Natsume's expression turned complicated.
Lucian did warn me… but he actually sent a pseudo-legendary egg?!
Gulp. Natsume wiped cold sweat from his brow.
Can I even afford to raise this thing?
"They say Larvitar devours entire mountains while growing," Green teased. "Seems Natsume-sensei's pockets run deep!"
Natsume forced a dry laugh.
So the mines I'll earn from Pokémon… are gonna end up as baby food?!
The hatchling Larvitar cautiously surveyed its surroundings, showing none of its species' usual brashness.
"Aren't Larvitar normally aggressive?" Crystal wondered.
"Ah-ha!" Gold wiped his nose, launching into expert mode. "A hatched Pokémon's nature matches its trainer's!"
"After watching Natsume-sensei's stream just now…" Gold smirked. "Might be a timid Larvitar!"
Natsume: "…Debt's back on the table."
"Timid nature…" Ruby mused. "Isn't ideal for Larvitar's growth."
Natsume's eyebrow twitched.
Not just "not ideal"—it's the worst possible nature for a Tyranitar.
The species thrived on ferocity and destructive power. "Timid" would weaken its aggression and weather-control prowess.
But.
For Natsume-sensei's household? Maybe this was perfect.
His gaze softened as he watched the struggling Larvitar.
Regardless, the miracle of life moved him deeply.
Last time I felt this way… was when Togepi hatched.
He'd considered returning it to Sinnoh League if incompatible—but now? Unthinkable.
"You might not be the strongest little one."
Natsume thought quietly:
"But you'll always be the best in my eyes."
"Keep watching," Wallace said elegantly, chin in hand. "It's almost out."
The green snout pushed harder, tiny arms flailing as it adjusted position.
"Don't help it, Natsume-sensei," Gold warned sternly.
Natsume nodded. The little ones' eyes gleamed with something like hope.
Then—crack! Larvitar pried the shell apart and popped its head out.
"Larvitar…"
Blinking, it stuffed a shell fragment into its mouth, chewing loudly.
Crunch, crunch, crunch—
"Larvitar?" Larvitar tilted its head, munching the shell like a rice cracker.
A collective sigh of relief filled the room.
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