Pokemon Legends: Project PRSON

For those of you who have read Pokemon Legends: Project ReBIRTH, consider this its reboot. Project PRSON serves as the beginning of the story I'm about to tell you, about mutant humans mixed with Pokemon DNA. These guys aren't the typical Human/Pokemon mix. They are 90% human, with 10% Pokemon DNA. They are projects of an evil corporation called MORGAN.

The following characters are our cast. From PRSON, to its sequels, we will travel with them into distant lands, meeting new people, strange enemies, and mysterious powers beyond their own control.

((A special note to the makers of these OCs; you guys are great in being so patient with me! I wanted to thank you by allowing you to add anything you feel this story may need. And, San child of the Wolves, I will be pairing Raze with Matthias this time around. I'm more comfortable with this, so I hope you enjoy!))

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***A Dream***

Just what exactly was a dream? He had wondered this greatly, time to time looking out the window, pondering this thought over and over, again and again in his head.

Stroking the Floatzel's slick fur that laid across his lap, Matthias stared with red eyes up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set, red streaks painted over yellow shades.

It was beautiful, he thought, just like it always had been, since he was young and just starting out. Back then, he was just a young kid, with his partner Buizel, or Buddy he had called it, traveling all over Sinnoh. Things back then had been simple.

But now, things were not so. He was lucky to have time to stroke his old friend's fur like this, and even more so to not feel the explicit pain of the experimentations.

MORGAN.

Matthias leaned his head back, relaxing already tense muscles. Night would soon come, and then he would no longer have to worry about himself. However, the hallways will still be filled with human and Pokemon cries, and even mixes of the two, a twisted combination of man and beast.

Turning his head, he caught sight of the broken mirror across the room. It was simple, small, only the size of his head with a large crack in the center. But he could still his tired, dirt smeared face. Long, jet black framed his face, streaks of purple running through it. His red eyes glowed slightly in the dark, and his light scruff was bleached white, along with his eyebrows.

He looked down at himself. He knew if he removed his shirt, there would be rips sticking out a bit. It wasn't as bad as two years ago, when he first came here. Back then, the scientists didn't know if he would survive, but now, he was a precious success story.

Something to flash all of MORGAN's funders. A bunch of shady people, in Matthias's opinion, but then again, this entire operation was shady.

At least with the status of success came a slightly improved living condition. A larger cell with a toilet and bunk, time to spent with your own Pokemon, and more food. But a success also meant grander experiments, more dangerous fleets.

He was a success to them, but only that. He was a weapon, not a human, not a Pokemon. Not even a living being.

Closing his eyes, he allowed sleep to take him, merging into the world that was not real, where fantasies came to life. Was this it a dream, he wondered.

Perhaps, the word could more, like it did in the old days. Where he was with his Buizel, stepping out into the world, a big grin on his face, ready to face the world.

He had traveled the entire Sinnoh region with his partners. He remembered each gym battle. The power of each blow, the flow of his Pokemon's movements. The sense of victory at receiving his badges.

His free hand clenched lightly at the chain necklace that housed his Beacon Badge. This faded memory all came from this badge, his own town, his last match before Hell's gates swallowed him.

A dream. Just what was it again? He wish he could remember.