FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ok, before you read this, I want you to know that this is the first thing I've ever posted online in my entire career as an amateur writer. So the first few chapters probably aren't up to the standards of Laws and Regulations or All I Want...

Still, this is my favorite story that I'm working on at the moment simply because it's the most unconventional and the most fun to write, and it's not like the first chapters are bad or anything, they hold their own, they're just...I don't know, they feel a bit rushed to me and reading back over it, Marcus seems like a bit of a Mary-Sue until about chapter 4, but that might just be me being overly critical about my work, so I'll let you decide on that one.

And I know I'm going to get hammered about this by some other cult gamer if I don't announce it straight up front. This series is a crossover between Pokemon, and an underground video game series called Persona. If you've never played persona...don't worry about it. It only steals a concept (Which I explain in detail) from the series, none of the characters or plot points.

So now that that's over...

_ ADELANTE! _

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My eyes flickered open as my pokémon themed alarm clock emitted the all too familiar sound of static. With a groan of displeasure I slammed my fist down on the machamp's head that served as the off button.

As I finally regained the strength to turn my head, I gathered the courage to look at the time.

5:30 a.m.

...God damn it mom...

It seems my mother had once again ignored the "do not enter" sign that hung on the door and kindly readjusted my clock for me. Just another thing she does that annoys the crap out of me.

I slid my way out of bed, half walking and half crawling over to my mirror.

Other than the small scar under my chin, my face was flawless, which was in sharp contrast to the scattered, black brillo pad that is my hair. I knew all too well that trying to fix it would be completely pointless and I turned away to look out the window.

The sky was painted a brilliant shade of orange as the sun slowly started to make itself known to the world. The branches on the trees were shaking slightly, indicating that there was a pleasant breeze in the air. I opened up the window and took a deep breath of fresh air, picking up the slight aroma of flowers that always enveloped this little island of ours.

Another perfect day in paradise...FUCK!

Six years...six years I've been stuck on this beautified hunk of nothingness. Six years of no communication with anyone outside of my family. Six years of pointless research that could have been done in a few days. Six years wasted...and this is how it would continue.

Ever since I was a kid, my parents have always done their best at controlling every single aspect of my life. The clubs I joined, or ignored. The classes I passed, or failed. The friends I made, or shunned. Everything that wasn't part of their master plan was extracted, one way or another.

They wanted me to be a pokémon researcher, just like them. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only reason they ever had a kid was to continue their legacy. I was pushed into honors EVERYTHING right from the beginning, which is stupid considering I have a bad case of ADD and no interest in learning whatsoever. After I tried my very hardest and turned up with C's, they cracked down the whip. They started small, taking my video games and television like any normal parent does in this situation. But as it went on, I found myself enjoying less and less. Next it was my phone privileges, my computer, my right to go out on the weekends, and even stopping my friends from coming over. They isolated me from the influence of the outside world leaving a sad little boy to do nothing but studying. When I was eleven, I decided that I would get straight A's no matter what the cost. I spent hours upon hours going over ever single scrap of information non stop for an entire year, only taking breaks for eating and sleeping. By the end of it, I had my straight A's. I rushed up to my dad with my report card in hand, asking if I could finally have some freedom. He just chuckled at me and retorted "but your doing so well, why change anything?"

Ugh...it's amazing how one little sentence can change your entire perspective on life. That sentence was the ultimate revelation in my life...the thing that snapped my mind like a tooth pick. Those words told me everything I needed to know. I had no freedom, I wasn't going to be given any, and the only way I could have it is if I take it by force.

That, was arguably the best year of my life. I cut school almost every day and just explored Jubilife city, doing everything that I knew would piss my parents off the most. Luckily, public schools didn't care if you showed up or not.

I would stay away from home for days at a time and dear old mom and dad wouldn't notice a thing. I swiped my report cards as they came in, changing F's to A's before they got a chance to read them and acted as if nothing was happening.

I had a perfect system, nothing could touch me. Yet all good things must come to an end. One of the things I did that I knew would piss my parents off, was learn to play an instrument. Of course, I never had any money, I found an old acoustic guitar in a dumpster and fixed it up. I taught myself how to play, and was actually pretty damn good, so I started playing on the street corner for money, earning about 10 dollars an hour. Yet, one day my father walked by, and as he was dropping a quarter, he saw my face with a devilish grin plastered on it.

I swear, if he was a few years older, he would have suffered a heart attack. He screamed at me for weeks on end, each time earning a smile on my face. If dad was angry, that just meant I was doing a good job.

He tried to buckle down on me, but there wasn't much he could do about it. I didn't even care about getting caught anymore so it's not like I had to be discreet about it. Even if he walked me into the classroom and waited until school started, I would be out of there the minute he left the room.

Having no control over me whatsoever, he did the only thing he could think of. Take me to a place where there were no distractions. He received word of an island where for some reason, no pokémon resided. No one knew how or why, but it was completely uninhabited. It was right smack dab in the middle of no where, cut off from everyone and everything, a perfect place to mold his misfit son into a soulless robot. He took the chance without a second thought.

So here I am, and here I stay, until I can find a means of getting off this rock.

"Marcus!"

A familiar scream snapped me out of my little reflection time, yet I didn't answer. Instead, I slipped on a shirt, grabbed my IPod, and jumped out the window.

Landing on the balls of my feet, I took off running towards the woods. Unfortunately, this is not the first time I had used this tactic. As I neared the edge of the forest, my mother stepped out from behind a tree, blocking my path of escape.

"And just where do you think you're going young man?"

"uhh...anywhere but here." I answered truthfully. Boy was that ever the wrong thing to say. Wrapping her hand around my ear, she yanked me back towards the house.

"GAH, WATCH IT, I NEED THAT EAR!"

She dragged me over to piece of patio furniture and shoved me down into the seat as my father came out the back door.

"We need to talk young man?" he said with his usual, strict voice.

I gave a fake pout. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I've been physically abused in the ear!"

"Oh, shut up Marcus!" my mom retorted.

My dad slid his glasses up to his eyes and gave me one of his death glares. "You haven't been helping with the research at all Marcus, you have to pull your weight or we'll-"

"Take away my right to breath?" I interrupted with an eye roll. He tried to yell at me, but I was quicker. "I told you a week after we got here that I figured it out and you just laughed in my face."

This gained a frown from dad, as I knew it would. "Marcus, you have nothing to prove your theory, and without proof it sounds absolutely ridiculous. You're trying to tell me that this island is actually VERY inhabited when no one has seen any trace of pokémon anywhere? Where exactly are they all hiding? Are you implying their invisible?" He said sarcastically. God, I hate when he talks like that. I'm still just his ignorant little child.

"I have my eyes, and I saw a Zorua. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

"honey," my mom jumped in, trying to be the good cop to dad's bad cop, "we believe you, we really do."

*cough cough* Bullshit *Cough*

"It's just that without any real proof, your theory is just a theory. How are we supposed to know your eyes just weren't playing tricks on you?"

"Maybe because I've been seeing that Zorua every day since I got here?"

"Oh please," My dad interjected, "I've never seen any here for six years, you expect me to believe that you've seen one every day. Why does it hide from us but not you?"

"It could have something to do with the fact that I'm actually likeable."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST-"

"Yoink!" I yelled as jumped up from my seat and slipped right in between my fuming parents.

"You get back here!"

Holding a middle finger high above my head I sprinted into the woods and out of sight, leaving my parents with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

"This isn't working." My mom said, with a sad look on her face.

"Oh really, I had no idea. Nothing we do gets through to the boy, he's just too stubborn."

"Well maybe we're not the right people to get through to him." My mother suggested.

My dad furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you implying?"

"We could call your brother."

His eyes widened at his sudden realization. Of course, it was so obvious. If Rowan couldn't do it, no one could.

"I'll make a call, we can have him in Sinnoh by tomorrow."

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Author note: Yeah I know, a lot of back story in this chapter, just bear with me, the next one is where the story really begins. but this is needed for a set up.