The Foreboding Hate

The beginning of History

The sun rises, shining bright beams throughout the great forest.  Its golden rays cover each leaf and flower in everlasting light.  And hidden deep in this forest is a small village.  Many different creatures reside here, doing different jobs and just living their lives.  One resident, however, is not having such a wonderful time.  They are a Mankey by the name of Timo.  They look like most other Mankeys except for the flowing blue scarf under his nose that he wears.  He resides in a small hut made of logs and wood, not much inside except for a place to cook, sleep, and utilize the bathroom.
Timo rocks back and forth in his chair as he emotionlessly stares at a piece of paper, his pupils narrowing into almost slits.
  “Fired, I got fired again.  This is the 3rd damn job.  Why can’t those bastards ever see my worth?  This is shit!” Timo yells as he rips the letter apart and throws it onto the ground.
By now, he is exuding in anger, his aura taking the form of a flaming frenzy and his blood red pupils nothing but tiny specs.  He starts to stomp around the place, throwing a massive fit.  He picks up his chair and proceeds to chuck it against the wall, surprisingly not breaking it.  Timo then starts tearing his place apart, his tail whipping around in pure rage the entire time.  By the time he is calm, the place looks like it was hit by a tornado.
“........Ah shit, I did it again. *sigh*, guess I better start cleaning up.”
With all the energy out of his system, Timo’s pupils went back to their normal roundness and size.  He grabbed a broom and started sweeping up all the broken stuff and placed back any intact items back where they were.  Once he was done, it looked like nothing even happened.  Timo then just sat back down in the chair and looked out the window.
“I should probably go see Melonna, especially before she gets crowded, and I won’t be able to see her,”  Timo says to himself as he contemplates if he should get up or not.
After about another twenty minutes, he releases a sigh and pushes himself out of the chair.  Timo exits his house and starts walking through the small town.  On the way, he waves to Tamarin, a Munchlax that owns a food store, and Vulcan, a Trubbish who gets rid of all the garbage in the village.  There were more, too, but most were either inside or too busy to greet Timo back.  It did tick him off, but he took deep breaths to not freak out.  Though because of this, he wasn’t looking where he was going and got hit right in the face by the blunt part of a horn.
“Fuck, watch where your going,”  Timo growls, not yelling since he was still able to control himself this time.
His eyes widened however as in front of him was a small, hooved creature with leaves growing around its neck and wore a bow around the right horn, it was a Skiddo.  The only thing is, there has never been a Skiddo in this village before.
“Oh, I'm very s-sorry.  It won’t happen again,”  the skiddo stuttered.
“Woah kid, calm down.  What’s your name, and come to think of it, what are you even doing here?” Timo asks the little one.
“Oh, my name’s Velvet, and I’m sort of…… lost,” the now named Velvet quietly said at the end.
Timo just raised an eyebrow at Velvet but then walked past and beckoned them along.  They of course followed him with glee since they didn’t know anyone else around.
“So, what’s your name?  Do you live here?  Where are we going?  What do you do for a living?  What type of pokemon are you?”  Velvet asks in quick succession.
As she keeps asking question after question, Timo’s tail starts twitching more as his pupils start turning into small slits again.  And with much fury, he turns around very fast.
“Can’t you just shut up you fucking pest!”
The moment Timo let those words leave his mouth he instantly regretted them once he saw the look of fear on Velvet’s face.  His eyes turned back to the normal size as he looked at them with guilt.
“Ah fuck, I’m sorry kid.  I’m not really the best person to be around.  I have some anger issues, been trying to get a hold of them but it never has really worked.  Oh, and my name’s Timo.”  He rubs the back of his head as he states this.
Velvet quickly changes their expression to happy with stars in their eyes as they gallop closer to him.
“Wow, nice to finally meet you.”
“Kid, you have way too much energy but come along.  And to answer one of your other questions, I’m going to see Melonna.  She’s the head of the village and also helps with most people’s problems here,” Timo replies as he pats Velvet on the horns and keeps walking.
The youngling keeps following him as they finally make it to a large looking hut made from wood, straw, and some bones.  It has a small set of stairs leading up to the door, and a tiny porch.  Timo walks up the stairs and knocks on the door.  The sound of footsteps can be heard from the other side as the door then swings open.  The one on the other side is a majestic silver furred creature with shimmering gold eyes.  The being on the other side was a Meowstic.
“Ah, hello Timo.  What brings you here?  Need help with calming down again?”  The meowstic says without opening her mouth, their eyes blinking like headlights.
“Hello Melonna and something of the sort.  I uh….. Got fired again.  Oh, I also bumped into this little one on the way over and thought I’d bring them since they’re lost,” Timo replies.
Melonna waves the both in as she goes to make some tea.  The two sit down, with Velvet curling up in the cushioned chair.  The sound of calming music plays from the record player in the corner, giving the vibe of a welcoming embrace.
“Now,” Melonna says as she sits down across from them. “Let’s get down to buisness.”