Prologue
Brendan sat in the back of the moving truck, playing his GameBoy. He sat on a box of his belongings, concentrating his full attention on the game in front of him. The truck was cold and dark, with an overhanging reek of industrial cleaning product. Perfectly fit for furniture and boxes, but not for 16 year olds. He tried his best to block out the smell by concentrating on his game, but eventually he found that the fumes made it impossible to concentrate.
Brendan was sitting in the back of the truck because his mother said that there "wasn't enough room for him" in the truck's 4-seater cab. Brendan knew that that was just an excuse so that his mother could be alone with the moving truck driver. After 6 years of his mother cheating on his father after he left to pursue a career as a gym leader, he didn't understand why his mother's infidelities constantly upset him. Then again, he didn't understand why his mother still made an active effort to lie to him about her activities.
Ever since his father left for Hoenn, his mother had essentially been running a one-woman brothel out of her bedroom. Roughly three times a week, some strange man would follow her up the stairs, then leave the next morning looking disheveled and wearing a suggestive smirk on his face. Brendan was smart enough to connect the dots, but he never got any real conformation until he was 14, after coming home early from a friends house to find his mother being plowed by a tall, dark stranger on his mattress. After she sent the man home, she sat Brendan down to talk to him. He hoped he would get some explanation or reasoning for her adultery, but all he received was "Don't tell your dad and I'll buy you something nice at the store. Tell him, and I make your life hell". The next day, she took him to the mall and got him a brand new GameBoy Advanced SP, as if it could have magically fixed the whirlwind of emotions Brendan was experiencing. Ever since, he had viewed his mother only as the unfaithful tramp she had become.
Brendan pulled a bag of caramels out of his pocket and pulled one out of the bag. He perforated the wax wrapper of the caramel and threw it on the ground in front of him. He placed the caramel in his mouth, savoring the taste for a brief second as it sat on his tongue before chewing it. He looked at his wrist watch to gauge the time, but the van was too dark to accurately tell. He sighed loudly before crawling onto the floor to take a nap. The move had left him exhausted, and he was eager to take any chance he could take to sleep. He settled himself on the rusty metal floor of the truck and closed his eyes. He tried thinking about what his new house would look like, but he drifted off before the idea could take hold.
Alright, so. I'm a new fanfic writer. I've been writing for years, but I wanted to take a swing at this. I've been playing Pokemon Sapphire since I was 6. I know enough about the game and about writing in general, so I decided to write about it. So, the story is going to have sex stuff. Probably no PokePhilia, but we'll see how the story progresses. Please bear with me while I'm doing this. Feedback is greatly accepted. Insults and mean comments will be graded based on wittiness. Requests will be considered and ran through a series of friends of mine that I send sexual stuff to. Thanks.
