In the realm of school, it was a fairly common occurrence for new students to be on the lowest end of the pecking order, as they were the vulnerable newcomers with little familiarity to the lay of the land. While this concept of using one’s school year as a status symbol would become less prevalent as students mature and grow older, in an elementary school setting rampant with immature children, it was a far more ruthless environment. Older kids picking on the younger kids was a frequent issue in this kind of setting, and with a certain Umbreon being recently promoted into first grade, he too was now a contributor to this issue; while the gap between kindergarten and first grade was meaningless in the grand scheme of things, Umbreon felt a great sense of power from no longer being within the youngest group of students, a power he sought to exert against the upcoming class of kindergarteners.
It was only Umbreon’s first week into first grade, and yet he was already in the principal’s office for the second time due to bullying the kindergartners, be it through calling them names, stealing their belongings, or roughing them up on the playground. For a few moments, an awkward silence fills the office while his mother Zoroark and the principal Lopunny both stare at him in disapproval.
“I didn’t think we’d run into each other a second time, but here we are.” Lopunny says with a sigh while she repositions her glasses. “I’ll let you off with another warning since it’s only the first week of school, but I have my limits. If you get sent here again, I may have to suspend you for a day or two.”
It was now Zoroark’s turn to speak as she continues to disapprovingly stare at Umbreon.
“Young man, what do you have to say for yourself? Being out of kindergarten doesn’t give you the right to cause trouble!” she says to him.
“But Mooooom! I see the other older kids picking on them all the time!” Umbreon replies.
“Umbreon! Other Pokémon picking on the kindergartners doesn’t make it right for you to do the same.” Zoroark sighs and firmly grabs him by the hand. “Come on, we’re going home. You’ll have far more time to think about what you’ve done when you’re sitting in your room.”
Umbreon groans and rolls his eyes while his mother drags him out of the principal’s office, not understanding why she was making such a big deal about his behavior. Once Zoroark takes him back to the car, awkward silence fills the area once again and it stays that way until they're home.
“Now you head straight to your room and think about what you’ve done. Also, no playing with your toys until the end of the week.” Zoroark says as she hops out of the car.
“Come on! No toys for the whole week?” Umbreon whines and begrudgingly gets out of the car. “That’s so unfair, Mom!”
“You want your toys back? Then stop picking on the younger kids.” she grabs Umbreon by the hand again and walks him inside the house before taking off his backpack and walking him to his bedroom. “You will stay in your room until I say otherwise.” she says before closing the door and walking downstairs.
Umbreon crosses his arms and a pouty expression forms on his face, extremely upset at the current predicament he was in.
“Stupid principals and their stupid rules! Stupid parents and their stupid punishments!” Umbreon whines and stomps his foot on the floor. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”
This little tantrum of his goes on for a while, but it stops when Umbreon suddenly hears the faint sounds of playful giggling in his bedroom.
“Huh? Who’s there?” Umbreon’s eyes widen and he looks around the room, unable to track where the sound is coming from. “Stop hiding and show yourself!” he says with another stomp of his foot.
A Celebi suddenly appears right in front of Umbreon’s face, startling the Dark-type and causing him to stumble onto his bed.
“Oopsies! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Celebi says.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my room?” Umbreon asks.
“I’m glad you asked!” she replies with a cheerful flutter of her wings. “My name is Celebi, and while I’m typically hopping around different time periods, I couldn’t help but notice your little predicament since I’ve got nothing better to do right now!” the pixie-like Pokémon says with another giggle. “If you weren’t gonna listen to your parents or your teachers about not making fun of the younger kids, then I figured you’d listen to a legendary Pokémon like me!”
Umbreon rapidly blinks his eyes in confusion for a few moments, but then he responds with a sudden burst of laughter.
“You’re a legendary? But you’re so small!” Umbreon says with another hearty laugh. “You’re even tinier than the kindergarteners I see at school!”
“I’ll tell you right now that it’s never a good idea to get on a legendary’s bad side.” Celebi says in a firmer tone of voice. “If you keep picking on those kids, your authority figures won’t be the only Pokémon giving you an unpleasant surprise.”
“Hahaha! I’m not scared of you! You’re just a vegetable with wings!” Umbreon smirks and sticks out his tongue at Celebi.
“So you think you can make fun of me because I’m small, huh? No wonder you think you can get away with picking on those kindergartners.” Celebi says with a disapproving shake of her head. “Just know that from now on, you’ll be getting a certain surprise from me every time you do something naughty.”
“Ooooh, so scary!” Umbreon says sarcastically.
“You really think I’m bluffing?” Celebi asks him. “Fine, then I guess I’ll have to show you a sample of what I’m capable of.”
Celebi snaps her fingers and a sudden flash of light envelops Umbreon, causing him to wince and close his eyes. He’s still in his bedroom once he opens his eyes, but Umbreon quickly notices that he's now in his blue and star-patterned pajamas.
“If you haven’t noticed already, I’ve taken you into next morning.” Celebi tells him. “Now then, if you don’t get your act together, then I’ll be sure to give you a punishment that’s fitting for your immaturity.”
“Huh? What does that mean?” Umbreon asks.
Celebi disappears before he can get any kind of response, causing an annoyed expression to form on his face before it’s quickly replaced with a cocky smirk.
“Ha! I’m not scared of some itty bitty pixie!”
Umbreon’s bedroom door abruptly opens and his mother enters his room.
“I don’t know why you’re talking about pixies and standing around in your pajamas, cause you gotta get to school!” Zororark then lays out a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts. “Put these clothes on and come downstairs for breakfast as soon as possible.” she says before leaving the room.
Umbreon frantically takes off his pajamas and puts his clothes on before heading downstairs and making his way to the kitchen table. After taking a seat, he makes quick work of his bowl of cereal and scarfs down his toast before washing it down with a swig of milk. Once that’s done, he rushes back upstairs and heads to the bathroom, squirting a glob of toothpaste onto his toothbrush and giving his teeth a quick scrub before spitting into the sink and rinsing the toothbrush.
“Umbreon, are you almost ready? I don’t want you to be late for school.” Zoroark says from downstairs.
“One second!” he replies.
Umbreon then rushes back downstairs and puts his shoes on, tying each shoe into a double knot before grabbing his backpack.
“Ready, Mom!”
The two Dark-types step outside and head to the car, with Umbreon climbing into the passenger’s seat and Zoroark getting into the driver’s seat while they both buckle themselves up. With everything all settled, Zoroark starts up the car and begins driving. Throughout the car ride, Umbreon’s interaction with Celebi replays in his mind, but it doesn’t make him take Celebi’s words any more seriously. A few minutes later, they arrive at the school and Umbreon and Zoroark both step out of the car.
“Have a good day at school, sweetie!” Zoroark smiles and gives Umbreon a kiss on the cheek. “But don’t cause any more trouble with the younger kids, ok?”
“I know, Mom!” he replies before breaking into a sprint, wanting to make it to class before the bell rings.
Umbreon quickly makes his way into one of the buildings and spots his classroom, though he also stumbles upon a Charmander pacing back and forth around the area, likely a lost kindergartener looking for their class.
“Get out of the way! You’re gonna make me late!” Umbreon gets back into a sprint and shoves the Charmander to the side before swiftly entering his classroom moments before the bell.
“Good morning, Umbreon! Looks like you came in the nick of time!” a Wigglytuff says to him with a smile. “Take a seat on the carpet and join the rest of the class!”
Umbreon nods and puts his backpack in a cubby before walking over there, but he quickly notices the rest of his classmates staring at him with confused expressions while they remain huddled on the carpet.
“Why are you wearing so much yellow, Umbreon?” a Jolteon asks him.
“Yellow? My clothes aren’t….huh?”
Umbreon looks down and is surprised to notice that his dark blue shirt had been replaced by a bright yellow shirt with an orange and smiling sun in the center.
“W-what? This wasn’t what I wore to school!” Umbreon says with a flustered expression, eventually realizing this must have been Celebi’s doing. “It was that stupid Celebi who dressed me like this.”
“Hm? I’m not sure who you’re referring to, Umbreon.” Wigglytuff replies. “You don’t have to lie to the class about your choice of clothing, cause I think it looks just fine. I especially like those cute little bows on your ears!”
“Bows?” Umbreon then looks up and notices a bright yellow bow on each of his ears, giving him an appearance that was far more childish than usual.
All of this caught the first grader off guard for a brief moment, but he quickly brushes it aside and his cocky and immature demeanor quickly returns.
“Changing my clothes is how Celebi is going to punish me? What a joke!” Umbreon says to himself. “I knew I didn’t have to be scared of her!”
Umbreon then takes a seat on the carpet and class begins as Wigglytuff grabs a piece of chalk and writes out a set of simple multiplication problems on the board.
“Alright, class, we’re gonna dabble with a bit of multiplication today.” Wigglytuff says to them.” Just think of it like adding the same number a certain amount of times. For example, 2 x 2 is like 2 + 2, and 2 x 3 is like 2 + 2 + 2!”
Umbreon’s eyes widen and he eagerly absorbs this new information, curious to learn more about this new kind of arithmetic. In spite of his recent streak of troublemaking, it didn’t take away from his eagerness to learn.
“Oh! A few more things to take note of.” Wigglytuff says to the class. “Multiplying a number by one will give you that same number and multiplying anything by zero will always give you zero. Think you’ve got the idea now?”
“Yes, Miss Wigglytuff!” the class replies in unison.
“Great! There’s a worksheet of practice problems on your desk. Check your work with me when you’re done with both sides.” Wigglytuff says. “Once all of the problems are correct, you can go outside for morning recess!”
All of the kids nod and rush over to their desks, wanting to quickly solve those math problems and move on to recess as fast as possible. After sitting at his desk and glancing at the front side of the worksheet, Umbreon grabs his pencil and gets to work, proving to be quite the fast learner as he breezes through the front side of the worksheet. A satisfied smile forms on his face as he flips the worksheet onto the back side and eventually finishes up the rest of the problems, feeling very accomplished at the work he had done.
“Miss Wigglytuff! I’m finished!” Umbreon walks up to her and gives her the worksheet.
“Ok! Let’s see how you did!” she replies with a smile.
Wigglytuff’s eyes scan the worksheet and a smile remains on her face once she’s done reviewing the front side, indicating it was free of any errors. She then looks over the back side and her smile widens upon realizing there were no mistakes.
“You got all of the problems right, Umbreon! You’re one smart cookie!” Wigglytuff nods in approval and gives him a gentle pat on the head. “You can go outside and play now!”
“Thank you, Miss Wigglytuff!” Umbreon smiles and happily runs outside; recess was always his favorite time of the day, so he certainly wasn’t going to let some childish attire spoil his fun.
He spots a group of his classmates throwing a bouncy ball around and he excitedly joins along, giggling and laughing while he catches the ball and bounces it back; he may not have gotten along with the kindergarteners, but at the very least he knew how to get along with the Pokémon in his own grade. While this game of catch continues, an Espurr curiously walks up to the group, wondering what it would be like to play with some of the older kids.
“Hi! Can I play with you guys?” the little feline asks them.
Umbreon turns to the source of the voice, but his expression quickly changes to one of annoyance and derision when he realizes it’s a kindergartner.
“Nuh-uh, pipsqueak! Only big kids can play in this group!” he says with a glare.
The moment Umbreon makes that remark, a bright yellow pacifier suddenly pops into his mouth. He gasps in surprise and takes it out, but it immediately pops into his mouth again. As he blinks in confusion and suckles on the pacifier, he hears the sounds of laughter coming from the first graders as well as the younger kindergarteners.
“Stop waughing! Ish not funny!” Umbreon angrily stomps his foot and glares at the other kids, but their laughter only intensifies in response to his babyish lisp.
With an annoyed pout, Umbreon turns around and walks onto the tanbark, figuring he’d now be better off playing by himself on the playground. Once he climbs onto the playground, Celebi appears right in front of his face.
“Hopefully that pacifier will teach you to be more careful about what you say to others.” Celebi says with a giggle. “Have you learned your lesson yet, Umbreon?”
“You tink dis is a punishment? I’m stiww not scawed of you!” Umbreon replies, still refusing to be cooperative with the legendary Pokémon.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.” Celebi says with a cross of her arms. “I’ve been pretty lenient with you so far, so I suggest you stop this naughty behavior before my patience runs out.”
“Shut up! You sound just wike dat stupid pwincipal!” Umbreon retorts.
“Uh uh uh! What did I tell you about getting on a legendary’s bad side?” Celebi says with a frown. “I’d consider this to be your third and final strike, but I’m in a merciful mood right now, so I’ll just let that one slide and say that this is your final warning.”
“Whateva, I just wanna get back ta pwaying.” Umbreon says with a groan.
“So be it…” she says before promptly disappearing.
Umbreon runs around the playground and goes down the slide for the time being, trying his best to distract himself from his childish clothes and the pacifier in his mouth. With recess almost coming to an end, he figured that he’d spend the last few minutes playing on the swings. Unfortunately for him, all of the swings were currently occupied by the younger kids; this greatly angered Umbreon, as he believed that being the older kid gave him priority.
“You’ve been on dat swing wong enough! Ish my tuwn now!” Umbreon shoves a Snivy off of one of the swings and knocks her onto the ground, immediately causing her to burst into tears.
A smug grin forms on the Dark-type’s face, but it immediately dissipates when his gray shorts are suddenly replaced with a somehwat thick and poofy diaper adorned with sunflower patterns, completing the entire setup of his punishment.
“Ah! What? Why am I in a diapee?” Umbreon blushes and his face turns a deep shade of red as he stares at the crinkly undergarment between his legs.
“You naughty naughty child! So quick to dismiss my final warning!” Celebi says from behind.
“You…” Umbreon groans and turns around to face Celebi. “Why awe you dwessing me wike a baby?”
“Simple, because you’ve been acting like a baby for the whole day.” Celebi bluntly replies. “I said I was going to give you a punishment that’s fitting for your immaturity, did I not?”
“Hmph…whateva.” Umbreon pouts and crosses his arms. “I can weaw dis fow da west of the day.”
“Oh…you naive little child.” Celebi says with a devious grin, showcasing a more mischievous side to the typically cheerful pixie. “You’ll soon realize that your attire wasn’t the only thing I decided to change up.”
“Huh? What does dat me-“
Before he can ask the question, Celebi disappears again, leaving the diapered Umbreon to figure out the next phase of his punishment for himself. Once the bell rings and recess comes to an end, he starts walking back to his classroom, his diaper forcing him into a slow and awkward waddle as it loudly rustles and crinkles. However, before Umbreon can enter the classroom, he’s pulled away from the door and he feels himself being lifted off the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going, little guy? This classroom is for the first graders!” a female Indeedee says to him.
“What? But I am a fiwst gwader.” Umbreon replies with a confused look.
“Hehe, you’re so cute when you pretend to be a big kid!” Indeedee giggles and starts heading to a different classroom. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to be in that class next year!”
He tries to squirm and fidget out of her grasp, but it proves to be too strong. A few moments later, Indeedee walks into her classroom and plops Umbreon’s crinkly tush onto the carpet. As he looks around the classroom, his cockiness is quickly replaced with a sense of utter dread.
“No…I’m in the kindergarten classroom?” he says to himself.
Suddenly, a horde of younger Pokémon rush into the classroom and huddle onto the carpet, immediately confirming Umbreon’s suspicions. The bright yellow shirt, the yellow bows on his ears, the pacifier in his mouth, and the diaper between his legs certainly made him stand out from the other children, and it embarrassed him to the core. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, Umbreon could hear the sounds of light giggling from the kindergarteners, many of which were the Pokémon he had previously picked on; the tables had completely turned and it was now him who was on the receiving end of mockery.
“Welcome back, children!” Indeedee says with a cheerful smile. “Today we’re gonna learn about shapes!”
While she draws out various shapes on the chalkboard, Umbreon groans and rolls his eyes, as shapes were something he had already learned about.
“Now then, can anyone tell me what this shape is?” Indeedee asks while pointing to a triangle.
“Ish a twiangle, duh.” Umbreon blurts out.
“Uh uh uh, Umbreon! It’s rude to talk out of turn!” Indeedee says in a sing-song voice. “Remember, we raise our hands when we want to say something.”
“But I know da answer! I bet dese stupid kids don’t even know dese shapes.” Umbreon retorts.
“Talking out of turn AND saying mean words?” Indeedee sighs and walks up to Umbreon. “I really don’t like doing this, but you need to be taught a lesson.”
She then picks him up and sits down on her chair, resting the naughty Dark-type on her lap and raising up one her hands.
“Hey! What awe you- AH!”
SLAP!
Indeedee gave Umbreon’s bottom a forceful spank; his diaper helped cushion the blow, but it was still a little painful.
“That was for talking out of turn.”
SLAP!
“And that was for saying a naughty word.”
The rest of the kids giggle and laugh as Umbreon’s bottom gets spanked a second time: the physical pain may not have been all that bad, but getting spanked in front of a bunch of younger kids certainly added another layer of humiliation to his already humiliating punishment.
“Now then, have you learned your lesson, Umbreon?” she asks him.
“Yes ma’am…” he replies with an intense blush on his face.
“Good!” Indeedee takes Umbreon off of her lap and sits him back onto the carpet.
With that settled, the lesson goes on and the other kids identify the remaining shapes, though Umbreon is far too embarrassed to even bother participating again. After more time passes, the lesson eventually comes to an end.
“Alright, now how about I read a book to you all before lunchtime.” Indeedee smiles and grabs a book from the bookshelf before sitting on her chair. “Oh! This book is about the weather and the types of clouds in the sky. Doesn’t that sound interesting?”
“Yes, Miss Indeedee!” the rest of the class says in unison while Umbreon just silently nods.
Indeedee then opens up the book and starts reading, telling the class about the four seasons as well as the various types of clouds in the sky. While this information certainly wasn’t any kind of revolutionary insight for Umbreon, he liked that this segment of story time served as a slight reprieve from his extremely embarrassing circumstances.
“Now, to make sure you were paying attention, I’d like the class to tell me something you learned from that book.” Indeedee smiles and looks at Umbreon. “Umbreon, you can be the first to present a few things you learned to the class.”
Umbreon nods and stands up to face the rest of the kids, hoping to use this as another opportunity to show how much smarter he was than the rest of the kindergartners.
“I weaned a wot of tings fwom da book!” he says with a confident smile in spite of his pacifier continuing to make him talk with a lisp. “One ting I wearned is dat-“
Before he can say anything else, Umbreon suddenly feels a twinge in his bladder and his smile is immediately replaced with a strained expression and an intense blush.
“I gotta go potty!” Umbreon blurts out, pressing his hands into the front of his diaper and doing a rather dramatic potty dance as he frantically hops in place.
This elicits a burst of laughter from the rest of the kindergarteners, greatly enjoying the sight of Umbreon’s silly dance.
“Now now, children, just because Umbreon is the only one who isn’t potty trained yet doesn’t mean you have the right to laugh at him.” Indeedee says to them.
“What? But I’m potty twained!” Umbreon replies as his blush becomes an even deeper shade of red, extremely humiliated by the remark.
PSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
The moment he says that, he hears a loud hissing sound and feels a sudden warmth enveloping the front of his diaper. Umbreon looks down at his diaper in utter shock while he watches it swell up and stain a very noticeable tint of yellow as some of the flower patterns start to fade. He had thought that his situation couldn’t have gotten any worse, and now here he was soaking his diaper in front of an entire class of kindergarteners; the hissing eventually subsides and his bladder empties, but this does nothing to relieve his intense embarrassment while his soaked and soggy diaper sloshes between his legs.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be potty trained someday!” Indeedee says with an innocent smile. “Now how about you come with me so I can change your diaper!”
Umbreon was going to accept this offer in an attempt to prevent any further embarrassment, but before he can even take a step, an intense pressure seizes his bowels and he instinctively gets into a squat.
“Oh! Making stinkies too, I see!” she says with a giggle. “You just finish doing your business, little guy!”
“I’m….not…..gonna-
BRAAAAAAAAAAP!!
Umbreon’s tail hikes up and he suddenly lets out a loud fart, eliciting repressed giggles from some of the kids; he was shocked at how he had little to no control over his bladder and bowels, as if his mastery of potty training had suddenly disappeared.
“Noooo….I can’t…..mmmmmph!” Umbreon’s face tenses up and he starts to grunt, feeling the need to relieve the pressure in his bowels as it continues to intensify.
PBLOOOOORMPH!!!
Umbreon lets out another loud fart before a big and stinky mass starts pushing its way into his diaper, causing a noticeable lump to form in the back while his diaper expands some more. The first grader who thought he had power over these kindergarteners was now pooping himself like a helpless baby in front of them, and it couldn’t have been any more demoralizing of an experience. Once he’s done, all Umbreon can do is silently stare at the class with a red-hot blush on his face while his smelly load continues to lurk in his diaper.
“Time for your diaper change!” Indeedee grabs Umbreon by the hand and walks him out of the classroom, unfazed by his soggy and stinky pampers as if changing his diapers was a common occurrence for her.
Umbreon wanted to resist and break free from her grasp, but he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing, for this punishment had completely stripped him of his confidence. Indeedee then lays him on the ground and quickly disposes of the dirty diaper, wiping and powdering him thoroughly before snugly taping a clean diaper around his waist. As degrading as it was, Umbreon was thankful that she was rather quick at changing diapers, as he certainly didn’t like standing in his own excrement.
“All done!” Indeedee stands Umbreon back up and gives his newly diapered bottom a gentle pat.
The bell for lunch recess rings a few moments later and a wide smile suddenly forms on Umbreon’s face, thinking that lunchtime would be the light at the end of the tunnel. The Dark-type breaks into a brisk walk and starts heading outside, but his hopes are quickly shattered when he feels a grip on his arm.
“Huh? Wet me go! I wanna pway outside!” Umbreon whines and squirms.
“Umbreon, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself out there.” she replies. “Besides, I thought you liked being in your bouncer.”
“My….what?” he asks with the lift of a confused eyebrow.
Indeedee then picks him back up and goes back inside the classroom, taking him to the back of the room and plopping him inside a yellow bouncer.
“Have fun! I’ll come back to check on you in a little bit!” Indeedee says before walking away.
“Wait! But-“
Before he can say anything else, she has already left the room, leaving Umbreon by himself while the bouncer leaves him suspended off the ground and lightly bobs him up and down. As much as he hated being confined to a bouncer, he was at least somewhat relieved that he wasn’t in the presence of the younger Pokemon anymore. Several minutes pass and the Dark-type continues to bounce and suckle on his pacifier, but he gasps when a loud gurgle suddenly comes from his tummy and a pressure forms in his bowels once again.
“Nooo….not again…..mmmph!” Umbreon fidgets and grunts, figuring there was no point in delaying the inevitable.
PBLOORP!
A firm solid pushes its way into his diaper and that red hot blush quickly returns to his face. The fact that he pooped in his pants for the second time was extremely embarrassing on its own, and it certainly didn’t help that the bouncer was smooshing his mess around his diaper and spreading it all over his bottom; each squishy and smooshy bounce only served to further remind of him of his embarrassing predicament and the naughty behavior that led him to this, and now he was finally starting to feel remorse for his actions.
“Cewebi! I’m sowwy! Now get me out of hewe!” Umbreon says while squirming in the bouncer.
Right on cue, Celebi appears in front of him, maintaining a mischievous smile.
“Oh? Has the naughty little boy finally learned his lesson?” the pixie asks with a giggle.
“Yes…” Umbreon replies with a frown. “But why punish me wike dis?”
“It was simply to put you in the same perspective as the Pokémon you bullied.” Celebi replies. “I assume you felt pretty helpless and humiliated during that whole experience. It’s not so fun when you’re the one being picked on, right?”
“No, it’s not….” he says in response.
“Well that’s exactly how those kindergarteners feel when you bully them.” Celebi says. “Imagine how humiliated and dejected they feel when they get picked on by the older kids for no reason. As an older student, you should be someone they can look to for support and guidance, not someone who brings them down with petty acts of bullying.”
“Yea…I get it…” Umbreon says with a nod.
“Good, cause I think I’ve punished you for long enough.” Celebi says with a nod of her own.
Celebi then snaps her fingers and Umbreon is enveloped in a bright flash of light once again. Once the light subsides, he finds himself on the playground and back in his regular attire.
“If you think you’ve learned your lesson, then my guidance won’t be necessary from here.” she says before disappearing.
Umbreon nods his head and looks around the playground, knowing exactly what he must do. First, he looks for the Charmander he shoved away this morning and walks up to him.
“Hey, I’m sorry for shoving you on my way to class.” Umbreon says. “If you ever get lost again, I promise I’ll try to help you out.”
“It’s ok! Thank you!” the Charmander replies with a joyful wiggle of his fiery tail.
After that, he finds the Espurr he excluded from his group at morning recess.
“Hey…I’m really sorry for not letting you play with me and my friends.” he says with a sigh. “If you ever need someone to play with, don’t be afraid to ask me.”
“Awesome! I love having friends to play with!” the little feline smiles and gives Umbreon a big hug.
The Dark-type cracks a wide smile in response, realizing how nice it feels to be on better terms with the younger kids. Finally, he walks up to the Snivy he had pushed off the swings.
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk and knocking you off the swings.” Umbreon says to her. “If you ever need someone to push the swing for you, I can help with that.”
“Really? Thank you so much!” the little snake replies with a cheerful smile.
“Wow! That was pretty easy!” Umbreon says to himself, surprised at how simple it was to put his troublemaking streak to an end.
As the bell rings and the school day eventually reaches its conclusion, that wide smile remains on Umbreon’s face, as he was certainly looking forward to a school year where the kindergarteners would be his new friends instead of his sworn enemies. Eventually, he makes his way to the carpool area and spots his mother sitting in the car and ready to pick him up.
“You sure look happy today, sweetie!” Zoroark says to him with a smile. “Glad to know that I didn’t get any more calls from the principal either!”
“Mmhm! I apologized to some of the kindergarteners and now I’m gonna friends with them!” Umbreon happily replies, figuring it’d be better for him to spare the details of his bizarre punishment.
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Zoroark cheerfully responds. “Y’know, just for that, I think I’ll rescind your no toys for the week punishment. Hopefully that’ll further incentivize you to be on better terms with the younger kids.”
“Okay! Thank you, Mom!” Umbreon nods approvingly and hops into the car.
As they drive back home, Umbreon looks back on Celebi’s actions with a newfound sense of appreciation. In spite of how embarrassing it was, it allowed him to learn from his mistakes at the end of the day, and that was something he was extremely grateful for.
End
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