It was a peaceful evening for Rowlet.

  It was going like any other day, with the Pokemon sprawled around the house, rolling around, with the trainer on his phone like always.

  Rowlet was falling in and out of sleep, dazed due to the warm rays of sun peeking out of the windows. Lechonk was scratching at Trainer's feet, with a pleading look in his eyes, asking for food. Spheal was floating her stomach up in the kitchen sink, spilling water onto the floor, and Jigglypuff was trying her best to sweep it up, all while singing a tune.

  Rowlet was suddenly shaken awake due to Trainer standing up. He muttered something in the human tongue, but Rowlet's round head was too empty to make out much other than words like "Outside," "Meeting," and "Friends". Trainer then grabs the top of Rowlet's head like a ball and plops him down onto the couch. Rowlet was annoyed. He was just about to fall asleep.

  Rowlet sqwaks angrily at Trainer, but only gets pats to the head. Trainer gets up, pushing Lechonk away from his feet, causing Lechonk to roll away uncontrolbly, legs filing, but unable to get a grip.

  Trainer takes his bag and leaves towards the door, leaving the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

  The atmosphere suddenly changes. A loud robotic beep sounds as It wakes up.

  Rowlet gres towards the corner of the room, where a bck metallic disc is starting to power up, its glowing red eyes slowly opening.

  "And so it begins again." Rowlet whispers.

  -Fshback-

  One week ago, just a regur day like any other, Trainer decided to go outside, leaving Rowlet and the others at home alone. As Trainer left, the thing whirred to life, starting to move towards rowlet, sucking up all the dust in its way.

  Rowlet, amused by this strange new creature, rolled up into their path, introducing himself. After all, Round = Friend

  The creature kept moving forward, colliding with Rowlet. Then it decided to start pulling and sucking at Rowlet's feathers, leaving rowlet with a considerable bald spot.

  -Back to Present-

  Because of the heinous acts of this monster, for the st week, Rowlet had to steal hair growth products from Trainer to get his feathers back.

  Rowlet gres at the creature. It starts cleaning in its usual path, extra menacingly.

  Knowing the threat is too rge to ignore, Rowlet leaps off the couch, fpping his wings, and nose dives toward the monster. But as, it was a steel type, and Rowlet's attack did zero damage.

  The other pokemon, now interested in what was going on, dropped what they were doing and gathered around the center of all the chaos.

  Rowlet and the monster were in the middle of a fierce battle, Rowlet sending down a flurry of cws, beaks, and wings toward the metal abomination. It didn't budge.

  "You're a tough one." Rowlet mumbles. "But even you won't be able to stand my final attack!"

  Gathering all of his remaining strength, Rowlet uses his newly learnt move, leaf bde, towards his rival. The tips of Rowlet's wings glow green as newly formed bdes of energy fly toward the creature.

  It hits the beast squarely in its glowing red eyes, cracking it.

  "Heh... How does it feel now that I've taken your eyes?" Rowlet chuckled as he fell to the ground, now out of energy, having put everything he had into the st attack.

  But instead of crumpling, the Roomba keeps moving forward, relentlessly whirring over him. Rowlet fps weakly, his body too tired to dodge.

  However, the monster, now not having lost the ability to avoid obstacles, runs right over Rowlet, fttening him.

  "You've bested me this time..." Rowlet mutters in defeat as he ys on the ground with a considerably rger bald spot than before, and a set of tire tracks running along his back.

  The other pokemon pounce into action, trying to get revenge for their fallen comrade. Spheal was the first one to attack, rolling onto the monster's back and wacking it over and over with its tiny flippers.

  But without the power of disposable thumbs, Spheal soon loses her grip and gets flung off as the beast makes an arubt turn. She goes tumbling and rolling away, ending up crashing into the undry basket, which tips over, dumping all of its contents onto Spheal, burying her alive.

  Meanwhile, Jigglypuff takes the whirring of the monster as a challenge and begins a rap battle.

  She pours her heart and soul into her rap, spitting each line and each bar with power. The creature, without ears to listen and even less of a mouth to rap, just turns around and starts moving in the other direction.

  Enraged by it ignoring her beautiful song, Jigglypuff pulls out a marker from nowhere and starts to scribble all over the beast. Of course, the monster also runs her over, leaving a bald spot and tire tracks.

  While all this chaos was happening, it shook the nearby table, making the bowl resting close to the edge tip and fall over, spttering half-eaten mac n cheese all over the floor.

  Easily distracted, Lechonk forgets all about his friends and their revenge, rushing over to the mess and beginning to pig out.

  But before he could even get a few bites into the heavenly meal, he felt a menacing presence looming over him, slowly approaching. It was the monster, done with finishing off all of his friends.

  "No! Don't you dare come closer! Stay away from my treasure!" Lechonk squealed, to no effect.

  Due to Lechonk's hairless nature, instead of getting run over, he just got pushed sent rolling away. Before long, the roll came to a stop as he hit a wall. When he got back on his feet, Lechonk felt a tingle in the back of his spine.

  Lechonk's head whips around, eyes wide, snout trembling as he stares at the yellow stain where his precious mac n cheese once y.

  "It's… it's gone… My dreams... My happiness… My everything!" His voice cracked, and tears started welling up. "How could this happen? Was this fate? Was I never meant to taste the joy of this meal?! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

  In the distance, from the pile of undry, Spheal lets out a muffled cough. "Get a grip, Lechonk. It's just food."

  But it's too te. Lechonk is already spiraling into the stages of grief.

  -Later-

  Trainer returned from his meeting, entered his house, and froze in pce. It was a complete mess. Everything was disheveled, furniture tipped over, Mysterious stains all over the pce, and his Pokemon- oh my god.

  Two of his Pokemon were sprawled out on the ground, unmoving and face down, with tire tracks and a chunk of their fur missing. One was outright having a straight-up mental breakdown, wailing its lungs out while uncontrolbly weeping. The final one was hard to spot, but Trainer felt like he could make out the tail that was suspiciously poking out of the pile of undry. Wierdly, even with all this chaos, the floors were surprisingly clean.

  In the corner of his vision, he could make out the Roomba he bought a few weeks ago plugged into its station, with some scribbles on its metallic surface and a few scratches over its previously sleek frame.

  "I wonder what even happened..." Trainer mutters in defeat, already fearing the cleanup.

  (A/N Oneshot for now, but if the fic gets more attention, I can add more adventures of Rowlet n Friends ter.)