Strange eyes tracked the eevee as he hatched.

He struggled from his egg, forcing his way out until the shell shimmered and faded away, leaving him bare and unguarded before the creatures he had only just noticed.

People. The word drifted through his head, the first word he knew. Those were undoubtedly people staring at him, with strange eyes and hands.

They said something, pointing at him, but he didn't know what. He was suddenly and undeniably afraid. Especially when one lifted an object that he recognised as a Poké ball, and though he didn't yet know exactly what it was, he knew he did not want a part in it.

But he was small, and unused to his body. The person tapped him with the Poké ball, and the eevee yelped as a strange feeling overcame him and he found himself trapped inside a space that quite resembled his egg.

He yelled, feeling the walls closing around him as a feeling of permanency began to set in. No. He fought, lashing out with everything he had. The Poké ball continued advancing, sealing him in, but he refused to give up.

He found the seam just in time. A weak point. He lunged for it, clawing at it and pushing as hard as he could.

The Poké ball opened and he exploded out in a burst of blue light, the people stumbling back in shock. The eevee didn't wait for them to recover. He ran, leaping onto a table and squeezing through an open window. By the time the people recovered and began shouting, he was gone, lost in the night.