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Another story in Pokemon Week, and to celebrate Jolteon day this had my two friends 
Niven and 
Shrike_Alvaron!
Shrike and Niven's younger brother Timmy has been very jealous of his newly evolved older brothers, but now it's his turn to get revenge...
I hope you all enjoy, I would love to hear what you all think! ^_^
P.S. I just barely made today's deadline! \O/
Timmy glowered at his older brothers as they admired their pointy yellow Jolteon bodies, and he couldn’t help but feel an intense disdain at them for having evolved already. “Why do you two get to evolve already?!” he yelped at them.
Niven chuckled as he patted the young Eevee on his head. “Because Mom, and Dad knew that it was our time to evolve. Timmy you going to be ready for another few months. Enjoy being an Eevee it’s really fun to guess what stone you’re going to be chosen by.”
“But you, and Shrike were both chosen to be Jolteons like Mom, and Dad! What if I’m a stinky Flareon…” Timmy whimpered to his older brothers.
It was at that time that their father walked in and flicked his ears in anger as he heard his youngest son’s comment. “Timmy, don’t talk like that. Your uncle Den is a Flareon, and a very powerful one at that.”
“That’s not saying much…” Timmy muttered bitterly.
Their father’s fur started to spark in outrage just as their mother walked in and almost immediately a calming effect came over them all and they simmered down as she smiled at the all. “Now everyone, don’t be getting upset. Timmy, what you evolve into doesn’t make you any less part of the family. Niven, don’t taunt your little brother please.”
“It wasn’t me! It was Shrike!” Niven pointed at his brother who had just recently learned the move Taunt.
Shrike chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. “I couldn’t resist he looked so downtrodden…” he snickered as his father glowered at him angrily.
“Shrike…” his father grumbled, but a brush of the pelt from his wife calmed him down once more. “It’s time for you all to go to bed anyways. Brush your pelts and then head to bed,” he said before kissing each of them on the head with their mother before slipping away.
Shrike and Niven having recently evolved were always excited to brush their pelts now that they had special brushes for their electric fur that made them tingle. Timmy was still very much annoyed with his older siblings, and as he watched them brush their pelts an idea came to mind; one that he’d been entertaining for a while. “Hey guys, I need to show you two something really important!” he said excitedly.
His older brothers looked skeptically at one another and back to him before looking at one another once more. “Should we go with the twerp?” Shrike asked.
Niven grimaced at his brother’s harsh words. “Don’t be cruel to Timmy, he didn’t do anything wrong.” He turned to their Eevee sibling and smiled. “Sure let Shrike and I finish up and then we’ll follow you, okay?”
The Eevee just giggled as he turned away and walked towards his room with a dark purpose in his mind. There was a slight guilt that Niven was going to get involved as he found that Niven didn’t make fun of him near as much as Shrike did, but it didn’t seem fair to only do this to one of the two Jolteons…
Niven and Shrike soon finished brushing before walking into their little brothers room, but they were confused when they entered to find themselves in some sort of odd lab. “What the…?” they both asked in unison as the door shut behind them before being barred by a large steel bar.
“Well… that’s not ominous at all…” Shrike said before looking around, “Timmy, where are you?! This isn’t funny now let us out!”
“Sorry big brothers, but I can’t. You’ve seen my little project here, and you’re already going to be a part of an experiment that I’ve been planning for quite some time…” As the Eevee’s voice bounced around in the hollow metal place the floor underneath the two Jolteon’s paws started to move away from the door, and the pair found themselves falling onto the cold metal.
“Timmy, you need to stop!” Niven shouted out to their younger brother, but all he received in turn was laughter.
“No I don’t, Niven! This is my lab, and by the time I’m finished here so will you two!” Timmy’s voice seemed to be extremely delighted at the prospect of this experiment. Niven and Shrike frowned at one another as they attempted to stand, but on another attempt they realized that the floor had been slicked down so that it was too slippery to stand on.
As they slid towards their mysterious destination they saw a giant steaming machine come into sight and they realized that it was where they were going. “Timmy, get us off of this thing now!” Shrike shouted angrily as he started to shoot thunderbolts around in the hopes that he might break the machine controlling the floor, but he had no such luck.
“Nope,” the singsong voice of their brother came from around them once more and still they saw no sight of their little brother, but they had the dreadful feeling that they would be seeing him when they reached the machine.
“Timmy, what is this machine going to do to us?” Niven asked as they started to slide into the giant machine that had an oddly shimmery roof.
“Oh, nothing much… but make you my robot slaves…” Timmy’s voice cracked into laughter as he saw the horrified expressions of his brothers.
“Don’t do this!” Shrike shouted angrily, “what about Mom, and Dad?! They’ll notice that we’re missing!”
That thought didn’t seem to bother the Eevee though as he started to laugh once more. “Oh no they won’t, not with my new device that I made that can erase specific memories… or people from Pokemon’s brains. Mom and Dad won’t remember having you two, but they will remember having two robotic slaves that will do anything they say!” Timmy shouted triumphantly as the roof started to lower towards them allowing them to see that set in the part of the roof that was lowering was an odd goo that seemed to flex towards them as it drew closer.
“Timmy, please don’t do this!” Niven pleaded as Shrike tried to destroy the roof with his Thunder attack, but it was no use. The Eevee was too close to his goal now. The brothers both gasped as the liquid touched their bodies sending a cold feeling throughout their entire being.
The parts that were touched by the liquid turned stiff and metallic as the liquid seemed to turn their very beings into robots, Niven tried to tug away from the liquid but his feet wouldn’t respond to his touch as it seemed that the liquid had enforced some sort of paralyzing effect on them. He looked at Shrike with a pleading look as the liquid ran over their head and changed their eyes from their natural black to an unnatural pair of red lights for eyes, and on each other’s backs new words appeared on the metallic veneer that now made up their bodies. Niven had “Jolteon Slave 1” and Shrike had “Jolteon Slave 2” on their backs.
Niven felt his lips seal up as they became a basic clear line that whenever he made a sound lit up with a blue light. “T… Timmy!” he shouted out but he quickly stopped as he realized that his voice had come out in a very robotic sounding tone. “W… what did you do us?!”
“Robot Slaves, stand!” Timmy’s voice rang out from behind them. The pair suddenly stood with no hesitance. “Robot Slaves, face me!” Niven and Shrike faced their younger brother who was smiling confidently.
Shrike growled though it came out very odd as it was modulized by the new voice synthesizer that his body used rather than a speech box. “Timmy, turn us back right now!”
“Jolteon Slave 2, wipe memory drives and go to Factory Preset,” Timmy said with a dismissive wave and as soon as it was said Niven was able to look over and watch as their brother’s eyes flash black for a moment before turning back on with a new blue color.
“Jolteon Slave 2, ready for orders, Master.”
“Shrike!” Niven shouted out, but he knew that his brother had been wiped. “Timmy, please for Arceus’ sake, don’t do this!”
Timmy looked at Niven with regret. “I’m sorry, Niven. You were my favorite brother but…” a smile slipped across his face, “I would love to have two mindless slaves, and you two are easy pickings. Goodbye, Niven. Jolteon Slave 1, wipe memory drives and go to Factory Preset.”
Niven felt all of his being suddenly summed up in front of his eyes, and for a moment he remembered everything that he’d ever forgotten, and every memory that he had ever had. Suddenly it all started disappearing, and all that there was a single red light. He looked at it, and pressed the light and suddenly he knew who or what he really was. Jolteon Slave 1’s eyes reactivated with a cool blue as he regarded Master with pride. “Jolteon Slave 1, ready for orders, Master.”
***
Timmy’s Mom and Dad smiled as their robot slaves did all of their work. “It was such a good idea to get these two robots,” his dad said to his mother.
“Yeah…” she said happily as Timmy ate his food. “Maybe we should buy another one just for Timmy…”
Timmy looked up and chuckled. “Actually… there are two models yo that I’ve been looking at that would make great ones for me…”
Pokemon belongs to © Gamefreak and Nintendo
Niven and 
Shrike_Alvaron!Shrike and Niven's younger brother Timmy has been very jealous of his newly evolved older brothers, but now it's his turn to get revenge...
I hope you all enjoy, I would love to hear what you all think! ^_^
P.S. I just barely made today's deadline! \O/
Timmy glowered at his older brothers as they admired their pointy yellow Jolteon bodies, and he couldn’t help but feel an intense disdain at them for having evolved already. “Why do you two get to evolve already?!” he yelped at them.
Niven chuckled as he patted the young Eevee on his head. “Because Mom, and Dad knew that it was our time to evolve. Timmy you going to be ready for another few months. Enjoy being an Eevee it’s really fun to guess what stone you’re going to be chosen by.”
“But you, and Shrike were both chosen to be Jolteons like Mom, and Dad! What if I’m a stinky Flareon…” Timmy whimpered to his older brothers.
It was at that time that their father walked in and flicked his ears in anger as he heard his youngest son’s comment. “Timmy, don’t talk like that. Your uncle Den is a Flareon, and a very powerful one at that.”
“That’s not saying much…” Timmy muttered bitterly.
Their father’s fur started to spark in outrage just as their mother walked in and almost immediately a calming effect came over them all and they simmered down as she smiled at the all. “Now everyone, don’t be getting upset. Timmy, what you evolve into doesn’t make you any less part of the family. Niven, don’t taunt your little brother please.”
“It wasn’t me! It was Shrike!” Niven pointed at his brother who had just recently learned the move Taunt.
Shrike chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. “I couldn’t resist he looked so downtrodden…” he snickered as his father glowered at him angrily.
“Shrike…” his father grumbled, but a brush of the pelt from his wife calmed him down once more. “It’s time for you all to go to bed anyways. Brush your pelts and then head to bed,” he said before kissing each of them on the head with their mother before slipping away.
Shrike and Niven having recently evolved were always excited to brush their pelts now that they had special brushes for their electric fur that made them tingle. Timmy was still very much annoyed with his older siblings, and as he watched them brush their pelts an idea came to mind; one that he’d been entertaining for a while. “Hey guys, I need to show you two something really important!” he said excitedly.
His older brothers looked skeptically at one another and back to him before looking at one another once more. “Should we go with the twerp?” Shrike asked.
Niven grimaced at his brother’s harsh words. “Don’t be cruel to Timmy, he didn’t do anything wrong.” He turned to their Eevee sibling and smiled. “Sure let Shrike and I finish up and then we’ll follow you, okay?”
The Eevee just giggled as he turned away and walked towards his room with a dark purpose in his mind. There was a slight guilt that Niven was going to get involved as he found that Niven didn’t make fun of him near as much as Shrike did, but it didn’t seem fair to only do this to one of the two Jolteons…
Niven and Shrike soon finished brushing before walking into their little brothers room, but they were confused when they entered to find themselves in some sort of odd lab. “What the…?” they both asked in unison as the door shut behind them before being barred by a large steel bar.
“Well… that’s not ominous at all…” Shrike said before looking around, “Timmy, where are you?! This isn’t funny now let us out!”
“Sorry big brothers, but I can’t. You’ve seen my little project here, and you’re already going to be a part of an experiment that I’ve been planning for quite some time…” As the Eevee’s voice bounced around in the hollow metal place the floor underneath the two Jolteon’s paws started to move away from the door, and the pair found themselves falling onto the cold metal.
“Timmy, you need to stop!” Niven shouted out to their younger brother, but all he received in turn was laughter.
“No I don’t, Niven! This is my lab, and by the time I’m finished here so will you two!” Timmy’s voice seemed to be extremely delighted at the prospect of this experiment. Niven and Shrike frowned at one another as they attempted to stand, but on another attempt they realized that the floor had been slicked down so that it was too slippery to stand on.
As they slid towards their mysterious destination they saw a giant steaming machine come into sight and they realized that it was where they were going. “Timmy, get us off of this thing now!” Shrike shouted angrily as he started to shoot thunderbolts around in the hopes that he might break the machine controlling the floor, but he had no such luck.
“Nope,” the singsong voice of their brother came from around them once more and still they saw no sight of their little brother, but they had the dreadful feeling that they would be seeing him when they reached the machine.
“Timmy, what is this machine going to do to us?” Niven asked as they started to slide into the giant machine that had an oddly shimmery roof.
“Oh, nothing much… but make you my robot slaves…” Timmy’s voice cracked into laughter as he saw the horrified expressions of his brothers.
“Don’t do this!” Shrike shouted angrily, “what about Mom, and Dad?! They’ll notice that we’re missing!”
That thought didn’t seem to bother the Eevee though as he started to laugh once more. “Oh no they won’t, not with my new device that I made that can erase specific memories… or people from Pokemon’s brains. Mom and Dad won’t remember having you two, but they will remember having two robotic slaves that will do anything they say!” Timmy shouted triumphantly as the roof started to lower towards them allowing them to see that set in the part of the roof that was lowering was an odd goo that seemed to flex towards them as it drew closer.
“Timmy, please don’t do this!” Niven pleaded as Shrike tried to destroy the roof with his Thunder attack, but it was no use. The Eevee was too close to his goal now. The brothers both gasped as the liquid touched their bodies sending a cold feeling throughout their entire being.
The parts that were touched by the liquid turned stiff and metallic as the liquid seemed to turn their very beings into robots, Niven tried to tug away from the liquid but his feet wouldn’t respond to his touch as it seemed that the liquid had enforced some sort of paralyzing effect on them. He looked at Shrike with a pleading look as the liquid ran over their head and changed their eyes from their natural black to an unnatural pair of red lights for eyes, and on each other’s backs new words appeared on the metallic veneer that now made up their bodies. Niven had “Jolteon Slave 1” and Shrike had “Jolteon Slave 2” on their backs.
Niven felt his lips seal up as they became a basic clear line that whenever he made a sound lit up with a blue light. “T… Timmy!” he shouted out but he quickly stopped as he realized that his voice had come out in a very robotic sounding tone. “W… what did you do us?!”
“Robot Slaves, stand!” Timmy’s voice rang out from behind them. The pair suddenly stood with no hesitance. “Robot Slaves, face me!” Niven and Shrike faced their younger brother who was smiling confidently.
Shrike growled though it came out very odd as it was modulized by the new voice synthesizer that his body used rather than a speech box. “Timmy, turn us back right now!”
“Jolteon Slave 2, wipe memory drives and go to Factory Preset,” Timmy said with a dismissive wave and as soon as it was said Niven was able to look over and watch as their brother’s eyes flash black for a moment before turning back on with a new blue color.
“Jolteon Slave 2, ready for orders, Master.”
“Shrike!” Niven shouted out, but he knew that his brother had been wiped. “Timmy, please for Arceus’ sake, don’t do this!”
Timmy looked at Niven with regret. “I’m sorry, Niven. You were my favorite brother but…” a smile slipped across his face, “I would love to have two mindless slaves, and you two are easy pickings. Goodbye, Niven. Jolteon Slave 1, wipe memory drives and go to Factory Preset.”
Niven felt all of his being suddenly summed up in front of his eyes, and for a moment he remembered everything that he’d ever forgotten, and every memory that he had ever had. Suddenly it all started disappearing, and all that there was a single red light. He looked at it, and pressed the light and suddenly he knew who or what he really was. Jolteon Slave 1’s eyes reactivated with a cool blue as he regarded Master with pride. “Jolteon Slave 1, ready for orders, Master.”
***
Timmy’s Mom and Dad smiled as their robot slaves did all of their work. “It was such a good idea to get these two robots,” his dad said to his mother.
“Yeah…” she said happily as Timmy ate his food. “Maybe we should buy another one just for Timmy…”
Timmy looked up and chuckled. “Actually… there are two models yo that I’ve been looking at that would make great ones for me…”
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