Hello there ... you. I'm not good at introductions so let me just cut to the chase. I'm just a guy on the internet who is trying to improve his english skills, being some sort of creative and make you laugh while he's at it. That being said. This first chapter isn't what you should expect from the rest of the story. From here on out I planned this story to be quite humorous, full of friendly banters, innuendos and plain wrong jokes.

What I'm trying to tell you is: Do you like exposition? Because here's a whole fuckton of it.

PS: I don't own Pokemon and thank god for that.

"You know what? Fuck it!"

A man of 23 years old called Andrew Ivaan yelled to the reflection in his Jackie-Cola.

He looked on the clock on the wall which read 2:43 a.m. and he hunched over on the couch in the living room of his apartment.

He was frustrated, for a lot of reasons.

One was, he never could hold a job for more than 2 months since high school, if it was his fault or not. Right now he's working at a local bar as a barkeeper and assistat bouncer whenever troublemakers were in groups or build like a mountain. Granted the job wasn't the worst he had, but you can only puke so many times on a guy before he's losing his shit.

Another was he is still trapped in this, from his point of view at least, shithole known as Petalburg City. Outside of his school days back in the day, which were full of backstabbing and/or bullying assholes, he thought things will get better down the road. But he quickly learned that the rest of his life would be the same if he would stay there. Not to mention the patrons who couldn't hold their drinks or life stories in, be it in a aggressive, sad or disgusting way.

But what pissed him off the most, were the 10 to 15 year olds who called themselves "trainers". Not even three hairs on their balls but commanding fire breathing dragons and other creatures alike into battle to fight each other. He stopped counting the times he had some kind of energy beam, claws or teeth pointed at his throat because he refused to buy alcohol for a minor. An officer or older, more experienced trainer would put a stop to that shitshow everytime. But those little monsters always walked away with a slap on their wrists.

'Yeah, I don't see a problem with that, at all. And people still wonder why I want to smack children.' He thought bitterly.

That, plus he feared how they would treat their pokemon, they too got feelings after all and it's proven that most of them are as smart as humans, if not even more.

He downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table before him. The man sat up and raised his fist into the air.

"I finally know what to do with my life! I don't know how but I'll do it! And when I'm in a pinch, I'll just wing it, like always."

With that statement, he fell backwards onto his couch, laid his head to the side and passed out.

"You know what? Fuck it!"

A Gardevoir yelled to her own reflection in a pond she's kneeling at, she had enough.

Enough of fellow members of her clan telling her how unladylike she acted for picking up fights with the males in said clan and stronger pokemon in general since she became a Kirlia.

Enough of how she was scolded by her parents for sneaking to the nearest human city to teleport into a store and stealing chocolate bars or theaters to hide in the corner to watch a movie. An offense she learned to love.

And most of all, she had enough of all the females, or in her own words, sluts in her clan, who never missed a chance to tell her why she'll never find a mate because of her shortcomings. The only one she'll admit to have is the scar over her left eye. A small reminder to never fuck with an hungry Absol.

She splashed two handfulls of water in her face and proudly stood up.

"I know what I want!" She shouted to the blue sky, storming off into the woods leading to the only human residence known to her. The Gardevoir stopped for one last time, turned to the place she once called home, raised her arm and one of the three clawlike fingers towards it.

"Mommy will find herself a trainer!"

The next morning, Andrew woke up from his night full of anger, alcohol and new found life goals, trying to put together the previous events.

'Let's see now, getting fed up with life, boozing, self pity, more boozing, the idea that will make or break me...' Everything came together in his head.

He struggeled to stand up, but eventually made it. He nursed himself with some coffee and a long, hot shower. He tied his long, blonde hair back into a ponytail and gave himself a once over in the mirror. Blue eyes were staring back at the bearded young man. The figure before him was dressed in black jeans, sneakers in the same color and a red plaid shirt. 'Good enough.' Andrew thought and turned to his door with only one thing on his mind.

"Let's get to work."

A few hours later Andrew had gone through his checklist for the third time by now. He bought the supplies he needed for a trip to the next town. Including a tent, food, a new change of clothes, first aid kit, flashlight, a heavy duty knife and last but not least, four pokeballs, medicine and some potions. He stuffed everything except the knife, flashlight and the pokeballs into a dark green backpack. He grabbed his newly purchased dark grey utility belt that came equipped with three pouches he kept empty for now and a magnetic strip with six molds for pokeballs in it. He put the belt on, resting loosely over his hips. Then he clipped the light and knife onto the belt and put the pokeballs to their new home. After grabbing his phone with the freshly downloaded 'Pokedex' and 'World map' apps, Andrew made his way to the outskirts of Petalburg. He turned his gaze one last time to his hometome before flipping it off.

"Fuck you very much, I would stick around a bit longer but I got something to do..."

Andrew grinned like a cat, looking towards the woods before him.

"Daddy will find himself a pokemon!"

And there you have it, the first chapter/prolouge to this little projekt. Till next time.