Early in the morning, at the Rocket Corporation building's entrance, Anya stood in front of the glass doors, her body jittering in place as she waited nervously. It was her first day at the job and she was early, some might say that she was too early, as the sun had barely risen above the treeline and the streets were just starting to see some action, as she stood by the door, she had even seen a group of Rattata scurrying about, the leader of the group carrying something in its mouth before disappearing inside a nearby sewer grate.

  Anya still deep in thought, at what Celebi had said to her previously, as he had decided to pop in multiple times telling Anya what she shouldn't do in guise of guidance, but the last piece of advice Celebi did drop on her, had caused some amount of distress, what did Celebi mean when he said 'Remember Anya, You are a Pokémon now and He has approved of you' her mind mulling over this one simple sentence, somehow she knew he was speaking the truth, but she could not decipher the true meaning of the sentence, why say that to her now.

  "Hey there" said out a voice nearby, the sudden noise startled Anya out of her thoughts as she visibly bounced in place.

  "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you" the voice continued, originating from a perky magenta haired woman smiling at Anya. She was sporting the rocket business uniform along with a handbag, the letter R was written on her chest and below the letter was a nameplate that was written in Kantonese and below it in Unown script, Anya read the nameplate, and identified the woman as Miyamoto.

  Anya gave Miyamoto a polite bow before offering a small prewritten letter to her.

  Miyamoto took the offered letter and carefully read through it, Anya nervously fidgeting in place, she hoped Miyamoto was the person she was supposed to meet.

  "So, you are, Anya" Miyamoto said stretching out the sentence and Anya gave her a nod a tad too fast.

  "My name is Miyamoto, and it seems like you are my replacement. Though, I didn't expect a Pokémon to take my job." she said in an upbeat tone while offering her hand.

  Anya looked at Miyamoto in suprise, she didn't know she was going to replace anyone, she still hesitantly shook her hand, carefully tilting her cutter to avoid cutting into Miyamoto's hand.

  Before Anya's imagination could spiral Miyamoto gave a easygoing laugh and explained her situation.

  "Heh, nothing like that, I am not out of work or anything, just moving to a field research team and someone needs to take care of my share of paper work in the office."

  "I hate to leave my child alone, but I need that money and field work pays better, a lot better" she said in a soft but resolute voice.

  Miyamoto pulled out a key from her handbag and opened the front door, "I am usually the first one to arrive, most men being too hangover to arrive early" she quipped as she led Anya through the empty entrance.

  A short elevator ride later and they had arrived on to the office floor, cubicles in neat rows empty and waiting for their employees to arrive. Miyamoto started to show Anya around the office, she started with the break room, where she immediately set the coffee machine and turned it on.

  "I am so going to miss this, nothing beats a cup of fresh coffee in the empty office early in the morning"

  A moment later, Miyamoto had a cup of coffee on her hand and she was showing Anya around the office, they walked through the office space, Miyamoto giving short quips about the people sitting on each cubicle, it was clear to Anya that Miyamoto was familiar with almost every one of her office buddies. They reached the furthest cubicle in the back corner of the room subtly excluded from all of the others, "Here we are" Miyamoto said to her, Anya gave her a pointed look trying to gleam some information of the odd cubicle placement.

  "It's not that bad, look there's even a window" true to her words, there really was a window on the side of the cubicle, peering through the window blinds, Anya could see the front entrance of the building, she saw some people entering the building. "As you can see, I can keep an eye out on some important people" she gave Anya a playful wink.

  Checking out the rest of the cubicle's insides, only a neat stack of folders was on the table, not even a chair was left.

  "Huh, someone has cleared out the place, see here" Miyamoto pointed at an empty name plate.

  Miyamoto then explained Anya on how to do the job he was given, it was quite simple, she was supposed to match documents with incoming papers, look through certain numbers that they match with the ones inside the folders and every now and then there would be an updating package where Anya was supposed to replace these in the folder.

  The biggest surprise to Anya was that the documents were written in Unown script, Miyamoto explained that the Rocket Corporation has been trying to push through the Unown Script as the official international league language to boost sales.

  Low buzz of activity has entered the room as some the other employees have finally arrived, none of them seemed to have noticed Anya or Miyamoto at the corner cubicle, they were busy chatting with their coworkers while sipping coffee before slipping inside their cubicles. A while later the office was silent again, only the occasional people shuffling papers around the office.

  Even Miyamoto was speaking in a more hushed voice as not to disturb the others.

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  "It is quite weird, I am not used to this. Having a conversation with a mute"

  "[Not like you can understand what I am saying]" Anya chirped in a low voice

  "Touché" she said happily

  A small commotion was happening at the other side of the room, a bulky pair of Machoke were carrying large wooden boxes past the cubicles following a maintenance employee, his navy blue overalls clearly separating him from the other employees.

  They came to a stop at Anya's cubicle. "Unload here, put them inside this cubicle" said the maintenance employee to the Machoke, who promptly opened the crates and revealed the contents.

  One of the Machoke carefully lifted a typewriter from the box and the other had an odd looking chair in its hands. They promptly placed the items inside the cubicle and left the room following after the employee in the navy blue overalls with the now empty crates with them.

  Only when the Machoke had left the floor had Anya noticed that she had caught the sight of many of the other employees on the floor, most of them were surprised to see her standing around the cubicle in question. Miyamoto was curiously studying the objects that were brought to the cubicle. She marveled at the unique engineering design of the typewriter, leaving Anya to deal with the co-workers, who were slowly approaching her cubicle like a curious group of Rattata.

  "What's that" said one of them peeking over a cubicle wall. "And what is it doing near miss Miyamoto's cubicle" he continued.

  "It looks like a Pokémon" said another.

  "No, Really?" the sarcasm trickling in one voice.

  They were getting closer and Anya took an unconscious step back.

  "Alright people!" said a voice behind Anya "Nice to have your attention for once" Miyamoto's voice echoed around the silent office.

  "This here is Anya" She said while pointing at the stock still grass-bug Pokémon. "And she will be replacing me in the office as of today"

  "Please be nice to her, as you know Pokémon aren't really the office types, but the boss has seen something in her, so if you antagonize her, you oppose the boss's decision"

  There was a small uproar around the office space as many of the employees voiced out their dissatisfaction out loud.

  "Murderers!" shouted an older looking employee, silencing the whole room.

  "You leave these, monsters, among us good folk, we will be good as dead!" he spat the word 'monsters' with such enmity that Anya could feel the hate in his voice.

  "They aren't Humans no matter how they dress or act. Monsters should be with other monsters!"

  It took a while for Miyamoto to pacify the angry and mistrustful employee known as Mr. Rufoos. From what Anya could gleam from the conversation between them was that Mr. Rufoos had lost both of his sons during the unification war, where Samuel Oak became the hero who stopped the war and unified Kanto and Johto under the banner of Indigo. But the ending of the war came too late as thousands of good men and Pokémon were already gone from the world.

  Mr. Rufoos's sons were both unfortunate casualties of the war, an ownerless drugged up Tauros had rampaged around Viridian after the war had ended the lives of Mr. Rufoos's sons, causing the old man to hold an endless grudge towards all Pokémon.

  Anya guessed, that the drug that has been used was the one Giovanni had mentioned before, she understood the ferality of a drugged Pokémon as she was reminded of the Ursaring she had confronted before. That Ursaring wasn't even fully boosted as the drug had lost its effect already, leaving only a weakened mindless Pokémon rampaging around. A chill went down Anya's spine as she thought about facing an even more beefed up version of the Ursaring.

  A tap on Anya's shoulder brought her back into the moment, she saw that Miyamoto had pacified the grumpy employee, who she saw was emptying his cubicle. She got the full situation from Miyamoto, Mr. Rufoos was being moved to another office floor to avoid causing any problems at the office for Anya.

  Another person made its way towards the back of the room, his eyes locked on Anya. He gave Anya a soft smile.

  "There you are" he said "I have been waiting for you a while in the lobby"

  "When I heard about an unknown green Pokémon in the office's from the Janitor, I knew it had to be you"

  "It seems you have already met with Ms. Miyamoto. This makes it quite simple for me. I'll have to inform you that Boss Giovanni isn't available as he is quite busy with his new temporary position as an League Elite Four substitution member, his tenure will be at maximum of 2 years or faster if the league manages to find a replacement earlier." he said as he put a small box of miscellaneous stuff on her table. He then started to instruct Anya about her job and what was expected of her.

  After lunch, Miyamoto had left Anya to work alone and she had to perform her first tasks without external help from the other employees. Many of her co-workers were still staring at her, debating on how to interact with her properly, giving her glances every now and then to check on her progress. She sat down at the custom made office chair and wondered how much one would cost to buy or make. It was comfortable to sit on with its ergonomic backrest allowing her abdomen to fit through and it could swivel around.

  One of the office workers cautiously approached Anya with a stack of paper held in her arms, she reached her cubicle and Anya looked at her.

  "Uhm.. hey? I got these for you to sort through, normally I would give these to Miyamoto"

  Anya looked at the woman for a moment before giving a positive chirp to the her while pointing at the table.

  "You want me to put these here?"

  "[Yes]" Anya nodded.

  She placed the stack of paper on to Anya's table and left, Anya took out a tool that she put on the tip of her cutter, the tool itself was quite odd in design, having an additional scissor-like protrusion with a rubbery surface, it allows her to grip and move a single piece of paper more easily.

  Anya started going through the stack of paper with determination.

  Later in the evening, during a short break Anya was taking, she visited the break room to get something to drink. She entered the break room and suddenly the whole room went dead quiet as the other employees noticed her entering the room and stopped their chatter leaving only the radio playing the news.

  "This just in!" said the newscaster "Indigo has opened trade agreements with our new northern neighbors, this new region is known as Kalos and they call themselves the Kalosians" and the room erupted into a heated discussion about this new region and Anya was forgotten into the background.