That city was a poor…disgusting place. Full of depressed people who lead wretched lives- only to tread all over those who were even less fortunate than themselves. The poverty throughout the city was widespread, and the few who had money stayed well away from the slums and backstreets. This, is the world Reuben was born into. The youngest child of three, his family were not the poorest, but by no means financially sufficient and were hungry a lot of the time. His father was the only evolved member of the otherwise entirely Eevee household, and thus he worked at the Smelting Factory in the furnaces. Reuben’s mother wasn’t a very…careful mother. And let her children mostly do as they please. She and her daughters spent their days scavenging for things to sell as well as wear and eat. Reuben’s mother encouraged all her children to steal if it meant their stomachs wouldn’t hurt at night. With the tutorage of his avid elder sisters, Reuben became an excellent pick-pocket.
The family continued on like this for a while. Now and then young Reuben would catch glimpses of those with money- their colourful, clean clothes and flawless faces with shining eyes. To him they were beautiful. Wealth was beautiful.
Completely oblivious to what a ‘circus’ was, 13 year old Reuben was drawn to a haunting tune. It lead him through many side streets, through crowds and even a graveyard- searching for the source of the melody.
Reuben searched…until he came upon a well-dressed man. Tall, handsome, with ghostly white hair and a large top hat that took pride of place on the man’s head. In his hands was a small music box, which he was cranking slowly.
The small Eevee took a deep breath. Perhaps this was his chance… this man looked rich- if he could pinch something of worth, perhaps his sisters won’t have to take to the streets. Trembling and red faced, the boy crept up behind the strange gentleman.
Before Reuben could even reach out a trembling paw to touch the man’s pockets, he turned. The sudden movement startled Reuben and he fell back into the dirt of the graveyard.
“…” Eerily blue eyes bore into green for the longest time before he muttered the first words.
“You seem down on your luck, boy…”
Eyes full of fear, Reuben peered up at him. The wealthy man went on to tell him about magic, fantasy, a circus. A place where everyone’s dreams could come true and where no one could be sad nor hungry, for there were always sweets and stories to be shared.
Reuben felt his heart break, he knew he could never afford to visit such a wonderful place…
“Tell me… what is it you want most in the world? Perhaps…I will grant you a wish.”
Young Reuben was just a child. The tall man’s eyes gleamed with falsity but he couldn’t see it. All the innocent saw was a chance at the life he never had.
“I want…I w-want to be wealthy….I want my family to have lots of money…”
A grin slowly spread across the lips of ‘circus’ man.
“It is done..”
Reuben lay on the ground as he was offered a hand. The Eevee hesitated, before taking a hold of the man’s hand.
event~Points to Etoile
Man this took forever;; comics are a lot of workhopefully it makes sense
Pokemon (c) Nintendo
Reuben and Art (c) *TrelDaWolf
Mr.Dark (c) ~Spiderling666
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