(Hello, and welcome to another one of my attempts in writing a fanfic. This time round, it will feature the greatness of Pokémon with the darkness of Fallout 3. It's gonna be fun. I'm not too certain what I'm going to do with this fanfic, I haven't plan that far ahead, but here is a something to start things off).

Chapter One: A Waste of Time

The unsettling noise of growling could hear from a distance. Angry voices could also be heard, yelling offensive comment, such as "Kill that bugger! Strip him for all he's worth!" The growling noises were coming nearer. The air was still, even though the scene was tense. No breeze could be felt, not even a bit.

"Here he is," the voices yelled. "Get him! Get him!"

"Grrrrh," the growling noise made.

"Use your sand-attack," one of the voices said. Through the still air, sand could be felt hitting him, scratching the face with small marks, causing great pain to its victim.

"Grrrrh," the growling noise continued. The unsettling noise was still approaching. The growling noise was getting louder… and angrier.

"Bite him!" the voice yelled, now also getting closer. "Make him feel pain!"

The pain was sudden, and without warning, the growling noise had reached him. The suddenly pain that came from the bite, cause him to open his eyes. Staring at his attacker, a light gray dog with a darker grey face stared angrily back at him. Its red angry eyes told him that this thing would not back down.

"Finish him off! Use your Bite attack again!" the voice yelled. He could now see the dog's master, a young maybe in his early twenties, wearing a pair of jeans cut roughly short, and a ragged white top, with blood-red stains on it. The man's long hair was getting in his face, so he could see what the man looked like.

He quickly paid his attention back at the dog, who was about to attack him again, with that nasty bite attack.

"Grrrrh," the dog growled, waiting readily to attack its victim. Its sharp teeth pointed out, as it growled. "Grrrrh."

He started to walk back, as the dog slowly approached him, as if the dog was toying with him. Without warning, the dog leaped out at him. He turned around, and tried to start to run, but the dog caught up very quickly, jumping on him, causing him to fall over. The dog dig it mouth into his neck, causing even more pain. He screamed, hoping someone would notice.

"That's it," the man said, his voicing was moving closer towards him. "Good boy," he kept saying, over and over again, as the dog growled as it moved its head back and forward while still cling to his neck. "Leave him! Now let's see what Pokémon you have," the man said. "It's pretty hard to come by good ones here in the waste." He could feel someone search his pocket. "Nothing?" the voiced said puzzled. "What a waste of time… oh, pardon the pun. Come on Poochyena, let's go. No point in terrorising this git. We leave the job to the waste to deal with him."

(Sorry for being a bit short, but I couldn't fit that much into this chapter. I didn't want to introduce too much. Next chapter will be longer, and will explain a lot more stuff. Until next time, cya).