Blackness. That was all the eggling could see as he laid in his egg, waiting for the time to hatch. The small space was rather cramped; the baby couldn't wait to break free. Suddenly, he had an idea. Holding a paw over his head, the newborn cracked his shell, releasing the tiny, silver form of an Eevee onto the grass, surrounded by other pieces of broken egg shells and large-ish logs. Although his eyes were not yet open, the shiny moved his head around, thinking about how he could grow accustom to the world around him without his sense of sight. Another idea entered his mind. Lifting his chin, he took a long sniff, followed by many shorter ones. There were many scents in the crisp night air; many Pokemon he did not recognize, but some of them smelled like him. A smile grew on his face as he stretched his weak limbs. He had a family.
Not long after, his eyes popped open. They were a brilliant red color that complimented his silver/grey fur. Wow! The world looks so much different from what I thought it would look like... he said in his mind, taking his sweet time with enjoying the view of the many trees, flowers, and clouds that made up his forest home. He could see two smaller Eevees huddled up together in the midst of the eggs' remnants. Realizing that they, too, were his brethren, he slowly walked over, careful not to trip, and licked their foreheads. "Hello there, brother and sister of mine," he spoke quietly to the babies. Throwing a paw over his mouth, the shiny Eevee looked out to the horizon. "I can talk?" he wondered aloud into his hand. Smile reappearing, the male pushed himself up onto his hind legs, paws in the air. "I can talk!" He made sure he didn't say this too loud.
Another group of Eevee much like himself were not far away from the logs and broken eggs. Using what little strength he had, he jumped up onto the log closest to the group, nearly slipped off, and sat down to ensure his safety. One of them seemed to be in pain. "Oh no..." he spoke almost inaudibly, not wanting to disturb the just-borns whose eyes weren't even open yet. Sliding off of the log, landing on his feet, the shiny padded over to the group, tail down and smile gone. "Hello," he greeted them, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "What happened here, if you don't mind me asking?"
Thinking wildly of something that his siblings could call him, he played around with random letters. "You can call me... H... How... Hawk... Hood... Houd... Houdeny... No... Houdini?" Houdini finally came up with a name, though his introduction was more of a question than anything else.