In his bedroom, Fumus was pleasantly asleep in his purple futon. His sleeping place was humble: rusty, wooden walls with nothing attached to them, the sleeping bed, and a leather backpack next to a few leather pockets needed for venturing.

In that, some quiet step noises fell onto the Popplio’s long, loppy ears, which faintly woke him up. He opened his pink eyes a little. “Huh? I think I heard something...” Fumus tiredly mentioned, before closing his eyes. As soft footsteps continued, he opened his pink eyes fully. “What’s going on?” He looked around his room, noticing something was missing. “Oh? I thought I left that doll here.” Fumus yawned profusely, closing his eyes. “Probably I didn’t put her here. Oh well” The Popplio shrugged. “Now back to sleep…”

As soon as Fumus rested his head on the blanket, a loud crash issued. “W-what? What was that sound?!” Fumus asked, sitting up in bed while rubbing with a flipper one of his closed eyes. Then his eyes went abruptly wide open “For real! What was that?!” He promptly went out of his resting spot and stepped out of his room, stopping right before a door. “Did it come from the kitchen?” He thought to himself as he raised an eyebrow. He pushed the door open. “WHAT!?” The seal loudly exclaimed with eyes wide open and jaw dropping as he witnessed the unexpected.

“Ready your last breath, God pet!” Shouted a brown-furred mouse with a black eye patch, as he jumped towards his enemy to hack it with a steak knife many times his size.

“I’ll eliminate you pest!” Replied Fumus’ cat-like doll in a slightly robotic female voice,followed by opening its arms and revealed three razor-sharp purple claws.

Just before the slash was two inches from the doll, it took a high jump to avoid the cut. “Damn!” The mouse grumbled.

“Who in the world is this armed Rattata?! And M-My plushie is alive?!” Fumus shouted. Sweat beads ran down his entire body.

The rodent's ears twitched when he heard that cry, but then he looked up at the airborne kitty, which descended towards him at full speed with a vicious slash. The tiny one retreated back despite the heaviness of his weapon, showing how much strength those limbs packed. “That was close!”

“And not only she is alive, she's pretty dangerous” Fumus said.

"You're a tough, wild cat, huh? Bring it on. I'm going to dice you up" The mouse said before slicing up the air in a cocky way.

"Huh? Dice my plushie? Hey you can't do that." Fumus shouted.

The mouse looked at Fumus for a moment, and frowned. "Plushie? Huh? She's a God's Pet.

"God what?"

The plushie right away stared at the mouse, then crouched down and, using up all the strength her powerful feline hinder legs provided, she jumped and predatory pounced towards him at super sonic speed.

Gasping in suprise, the mouse couldn’t help but just shield himself with his blade, receiving the whole impact of the slash. The plushie kept pushing while the mouse tried to endure by stepping forward. “By the gods… What with this God pet and its strength!?" He groaned, struggling to keep up the pushing force of his foe. The feline pushed harder, and finally won the struggle, having the mouse drop his weapon and sending him to bump onto a wall on his back “Shot!” He shouted, falling on his face after that powerful blow, panting due to the damage.

“By Arceus, this is bad… I gotta do something.” Fumus

The plushie walked and picked the weapon up just to dispose it away, far from his owner's reach. Then it crouched down and prepared to attack the now unnamed rodent.

Without thinking it twice, Fumus dashed with an aqua jet, and stood on his tail before the cat. “Wait! Please, don’t do this”

The plushie started at Fumus. “Pest must be terminated to protect you, Fumus”

With difficulty, the mouse barely stood up. "Is he protecting me?"

Sweating profusely, Fumus shook his head several times. “No, no. He’s good! He’s good! He’s not a menace at all! He’s fine!”

The plushie stood up, retracted her claws and nodded “Understood, Fumus.”

Fumus sighed out of relief "Thank goodness!" Then he looked at the mouse. “Hey! Are you alright,? you regional Rattata”

“I’m fine…” The mouse blinked in sheer confusion. “Regional what?”

“Fumus, he is just a mouse.” The plushie corrected.

“Huh? A mouse, I see! Sorry about that. I thought you were a Pokémon.” Fumus said with a blep.

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Part 1 of a micro story regarding this fantastic Christmas comic gift  Violette gave me. Featuring her mouse oc you can see by clicking here my seal and a new oc of mine also gifted by her: that violnyan plush I still need to write about and give a name~

Art is by lovely sister  Violette