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He shivered as he gazed upon the small oval resting in his navy blue mittens. He'd just finished packing up a picnic only to find an egg neatly placed inside one of his food baskets. Upon picking it up, he shook it with gentle force, bringing it closer to his left ear.
— ... where... where did you come from?
... he spoke with a strange, thick accent.
The young ex-snowboarder returned all of his mons into their respective Poké Balls, shoving them deep inside his jacket's pocket and scurrying off, away from the incoming blizzard.
He could hardly even walk, yet the seemingly pleasant weather that dominated the clear sky just a couple of minutes ago invited him out for a breath of fresh air. He knew he shouldn't, he knew his medics would scold him for neglecting his cane and leaving it at home... but to him, that object just served as a sickening, grim reminder. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle the thought of not being able to breathe the mountain's clean air without having to do it from his bedroom window... he viewed his "escapade" as a way to relive past memories with his dearest companions by his side. He sighed... he was lucky he hadn't ventured off too much, otherwise it would've taken him an eternity and an amputated limb to get back to his chambers.
... he'd read in a book that walking was the simplest solution to hatching a Pokémon egg. He didn't know how many steps he'd taken, yet he still hoped the creature would soon reveal itself to him. Ah, what if it was a Frigibax? Such a strong dragon... he'd be able to show all of those pesky gym challengers a real piece of his powers!... but, he didn't have any Baxcaliburs he could breed his other mons with... mm, maybe a Swablu? Or perhaps a Snom? His Altaria and Frosmoth were both female, this would be the most logical answer... ... he kept shaking the egg as he walked the snowy road. He'd hoped that would speed up the process.
— Home, sweet home.
He sighed as he delicately placed the spotted egg on a cushion before returning to his apartment’s entrance; he took off and hung his fleece jacket, wrapping his strange Poké Ball-themed scarf around it. With slow steps, Grusha returned back to his living and lay down next to his “newborn” as he gazed upon it and its motionless state. His excitement was uncontainable, patience running thin, sweat dripping down from his forehead and pupils widened. He picked it up with a swift move, pacing around in circles around his glass coffee table with light shakes. He could hardly keep his legs working, one already having suffered enough… but his curiosity got the better of him, thus he ignored his needs.
About five minutes later, his hands felt a slight nudge in the back of his palm. He lowered his expression, sensing a strange warmth emanating from the egg’s inside. Grusha’s beats per minute increased as his mind began adjusting to the oval’s current state… it was hatching. He’d prepared himself for whatever was to come, remaining alert as its pace increased more and more with each passing second. He lay it down on the same cushion, getting on his knees and crawling behind the coffee table.
As the kicking intensified, the ex-athlete’s heart felt as though it was being ripped out of his chest, the same feeling he’d have when the snow beneath his board jumped high as he slipped down the steep Glaseado slopes… he shook his head and watched. The egg kept kicking, and kicking, and kicking… finally, the greenish shell cracked loudly, its pieces flying all around as the Pokémon emerged from inside with full might. It was, it was…
— A-A SHINY SWABLU?!
His voice trembled as his gaze widened, ready to pop out of his eye sockets. He jumped from behind the coffee table, kicking his knee and falling down onto the couch in a mere second. The Swablu pushed itself into the sky, landing onto his chest and chewing on his messy hair strands. His happiness was… unexplainable. He’d never, in a million years, thought that he’d ever get to see, nevermind breed, a shiny Pokémon. It was golden, almost angelic…
He tenderly picked the small bird up and gave its beak a short nuzzle. Swablu chirped from the top of its lungs, prompting a low chuckle from the boy. He nestled it in his arms, kissing its head and rubbing its cottony wings. He could tell it was quite energetic for a newly-hatched little baby, but this energy would be short-lived as it wrapped its wings around its warm, sunny body and closed its beady little eyes.
— Already burnt out? Can’t blame you…
He seated it onto his cushion, tucking it in with one of his fleece blankets and smooching its little head-feathers. His thin finger flicked the lights off as he limped towards his room, smiling back at his small little fluff-child.