Hey guys what's up its me coming at you with a brand new story called Legacy. It's just another story I'm posting up. We just finished another Line of Final assessments in school and that's why I haven't been on in a while. Anyway I got stood up recently plus to make it worse she went to the same restaurant with another dude. My life is filled with failed romance. Anyway hope you doing better then I am. So Yeah...Enjoy.
Hello my name is Sean. I'm an eighteen year old Riolu living life in the slums of this city. I'm a normal 18 year old boy with the hormones and such I was a Pokemon with a human appearance just like everyone. I'll tell you how I look like later but for now I'll tell you about my world. My world is filled with different factions if that's the right word. They have different big ones and small ones, that is what she said. Anyway the biggest faction is called Team Rocket. They basically are a threat to the world and nobody can stop them. But I'll sure as hell try.
"Holy shit." I woke up with a jolt. "It's too damn early for this." It was early the sun was just rising. Sean was sleeping on a water bed left between two alleyways. The ground around him was dirty and trash was scattered around the place. It wasn't a house but even if it rained he set up a sort of roof made of a skinny piece of tin on two windowsills two keep him dry. "I'll get some food and drank and set out for the day." Sean said to himself. "How much money do I have?" He started to rifle through the blue short pants he had on. He found four poke in his pocket. "I can get some fruit and a water with this." He traveled to the market to find some Oran berries and some soda. He bought them and started to walk towards his hut. "This shit is sweet as fuck." He yelled out loud. "Oran berries are the best ever." He finally got back after 20 minutes filled from the Oran berries and Pecha berry soda. He fell asleep and woke up about noon.
"I suppose it's time to go now." I said. I was walking through the street with hoodlums and whores everywhere. My spiky blue hair flowing in the wind. My black ears drooping downward. I had a blue and black shirt on with blue short pants. I was walking towards the cemetery and I was already started to tear up. I had my head held up high trying to act tough but I felt like crying. Then I finally reach the cemetery's entrance. I jumped over the wall and came up to a grave. I bent over and I cried over the grave. It was my parents grave. They both was killed by Team Rocket. Several thoughts raced through my mind most of them negative. Then through my water filled eyes I saw something shiny in the ground. It was a tiny shiny box. I opened the box and it contained three thousand poke and a note. The note said You found it now try using it correctly. I was conflicted in my emotions. That was when I heard someone talk. "Hand over the cash are I'll have to murder your face."