Hey, it's me again. My last attempt at a fanfiction failed pretty spectacularly, but now I'm back again. This fic is about Pokemorphs. I'm actually not sure if there are even people reading Pokemorph fics anymore, but whatevs. I'm going to write this fic anyways.

Sup? My name's Adam Pyre, and currently I'm running away from a psychotic Nidoqueen Morph. Now, why did I get in this situation? Simple: I stole a piece of bread.

Okay, at this point, you must be confused. I probably should have introduced myself. As I said earlier, my name's Adam Pyre. I'm a 14 year old Vulpix Morph. I'm about 6'2", I'm extremely thin and I've got dark green eyes. Yeah, I'm really not that special. Ok I'm probably rambling now, I'm just going to get on with my story.

So I was racing down the streets and alleys of Areon City, being chased by a Nidoqueen Morph. She yelled "Hey! Stop, or I'll be forced to stop you!"

I looked back at her, and laughed. "Kiss my furry ass, bitch!" I stuck out my tongue at her, and did a sharp turn into an alleyway. I skidded to a halt, seeing a chain link fence.

Ms. Nidobitch came around the corner, panting heavily and saw the chainlink fence. "You... Can't... Escape... Now..."

I simply laughed at her. "Oh, really?" I bolted at the fence, and easily scrambled up it and flipped over the top, landing perfectly. I looked back at her, and watched her yell a slurry of profane words. I put my hands in the ruined pockets of my sweater, and walked away.

At least, I was going to. Several Pokemorphs and humans, all wearing police uniforms, crowded at the end of the alleyway. One of them, a Houndoom Morph, shouted "Stop! There's nowhere for you to run anymore, pup. Just give up already, your reign of tryranny on this town has ended!"

I looked back at the other entrance to the alleyway, the way I had come from. The Nidobitch was still there, with a few policemen with her. I sighed, and put my hands up. "Fine, you caught me. Congradufuckinglations."

The Houndoom Morph walked over to me, and put a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and a muzzle on my mouth. He gently (sarcasm) pushed me into a police car, and we drove off.