Fantasia Heirloom
Estoria City, Pokemon Lab
@OtomostheCrazy
@AbysmalDemon
“Hello?” William spoke into the phone as Fantasia exhaled a sigh of relief. “Daddy it’s me! Pumpkaboo!” She cradled the phone with two hands, gently leaning her face relax into the phone. “I hope this doesn’t come as a shock to you but a thief stole that limited edition Pokedex you bought for me, and I need it back - could you please get your assistant to hire the best detective in Fordis for me?”
“I most certainly am not shocked - Professor Cedar told me all about it.” He sighed into the phone, clearly distressed in his tone of voice. “Apparently, you smashed an expensive Generation 27 in front of her assistant - which I have to pay for as well as you accusing her only son of stealing your Pokedex.”
“Daddy, I am so sorry!” Her voice became shaky, “I already made amends with her son, in fact he walked me over here so that I could call you - it is all water under the bridge now.”
“No, Fantasia it isn’t - and this is not the first time you've done something like this.” William’s voice became agitated and firm, “It is evident that you have taken our family's prestigious title and wealth for granted, using it to manipulate people for your own benefit - I am tired of cleaning up your messes Fantasia. I have a very important project that is requiring my funding, but a daughter that keeps soaking up my dollars like it grows on trees.”
“Wait, I said I was sorry!” She stammered, tears beginning to swell in her eyes. “Yes, you did - but you need to learn that saying sorry isn’t going to make things just go away, especially when it is insincere. Now, because I paid so much to have that Pokedex made for you I will be hiring Fordis best detective to retrieve it - but from this moment on you are cut off from my funds until you’ve learned to appreciate everything you’ve been given.”
“You’re kidding.” Fantasia felt her heart skip a beat, her eyes rolling back as if she were going to faint. “No, Pumpkaboo I am not - you’ll spend the rest of this month traveling like the other 99% of this world, perhaps then you won’t smash a Generation 27 to pieces when it is offered to you.”
“Ugh!” Fantasia slammed the phone back on the hook, hanging up the phone with a frustrated scream that shortly turned into hysterical crying. She held on tightly to her Budew whom still had it's same cheerful grin, the baby Pokemon was too young to understand the concept of sadness and pain, so it simply sat there making adorable coo sounds as Fantasia wept. This couldn’t be happening, her whole life she had gotten everything she wanted just by asking for it - how on earth would she manage to get things for herself. Just then, she looked over to see a boy with a Maractus staring at her which she was in no mood for.
“What in the world are you looking at!? Can I help you!?” She sobbed, wiping the smudged mascara from under her eyes away as she waited for a response from the odd boy.
