This is a story about an Absol.

It is NOT a story about the 16 year old president and manager of the BW Agency, inventor of the Pokemon Musical, and bearer of the prestigious title of "Dreamer." The mere act of being present in a story does not the star of a story make. Also, being the first character introduced in a story does not the star of a story make either.

Nevertheless, the 16 year old, brown haired, blue eyed girl was walking briskly through the woods in between Route 16 and Lostlorn Forest, with a strong looking Serperior by her side.

"We won't let them get away with this, Amanda," the girl said to her Serperior, "No lousy Pokemon Poachers are going to soil the reputation of the BW Agency."

Up ahead, an Officer Jenny ran back to meet up with the girl.

"The poachers are all boxed in that old warehouse up ahead," Jenny said, "They didn't expect us to sneak up on them from these woods. They were all focused on guarding the road leading out from Nimbasa City."

White smacked her right fist into her left palm and said, "Good! Now we can make them pay! No one spreads rumors that the BW Agency uses poached black market Pokemon and gets away with it!"

Officer Jenny looked slightly unsure and asked, "Um, are you sure you want to get into this? We have it all under control and we wouldn't want the president of the BW Agency to get hurt?"

White walked right past Officer Jenny with her nose in the air. "Huh! Puh-lease! When the good name of MY Agency gets threatened, I demand to see justice get carried out with my own eyes. Besides, after all that Battle Subway training, a couple of poachers should be nothing."

Amanda slithered past Officer Jenny, stopping briefly to flick Jenny with her leafy tail and give the Pokemon equivalent of a haughty "hmph!"

Indeed, the poachers were quickly defeated by the police force plus the girl and her Serperior. The fight was a quick series of Pokemon battles that went unheeded by the star of this story.

In the basement of the poachers' hide out were cages containing the Pokemon they had ripped out of the wild. The Pokemon in the cages were all silent, either sleeping, meditating, and stewing in their own pity.

Across the concrete floor hopped one of the smallest Pokemon in existence. In search of energy, the Joltik hopped around the dark room, moving from cage to cage, hoping that there might be an Electric-type Pokemon around. The caged Pokemon paid no mind to the tiny Pokemon as it continued its search, moving from cage to cage in search of the food it craved.

The tiny Bug/Electric-type stopped in front of one of the cages to look around and get his bearings.

Then the broad, white furred paw came down on top of it. Three dark blue claws closed gently around the tiny Pokemon and lifted it up of the ground. The Joltik dangled in mid air as the three claws held one of it's four stumpy legs. The Joltik twisted its body around to look into the cage behind him, and was met by a dark blue feline face with the reddest of red eyes. On the left of the face; Joltik's left, the face's right; was a horn of the same color. On the right of the face; Joltik's right, the face's left; was a long tuft of the whitest of white fur. On the forehead, amid the white fur, was a dark blue oval.

The paw pulled the Joltik through the Pokemon-proof bars and close to it's owner's face. The tiny Pokemon trembled in fear as the Absol brought it in even closer, and then inhaled the Bug/Electric-type's scent into's it's small black nose. The Joltik closed it's eyes tightly and prepared for the worst when he saw the Absol open it's mouth.

"Life's not fair, is it?"

The Joltik opened it's eyes slowly when it comprehended that the Absol had just spoken to him. The Absol was sitting on the floor of the cage like a Sphinx, with one fore-paw on the ground extending out from him, and the other up in the air holding the Joltik. The Joltik could just barely make out the sharp looking blade-like tail in the darkness of the cage. The Joltik also couldn't help but notice that the Absol had a far away look in his eye, as if he was mindful of an unseen observer, or many unseen observers. The Absol's mouth was neither smile nor frown, and his countenance was entirely wistful.

"You see," the Absol said to the Joltik, "I... well, I shall never be free. And you... shall never grow bigger than 4 inches tall." The Absol gave a laugh that was wry and humorless, "Hmm-hmm-hmm, shalom."

The Joltik was tossed out through the Pokemon-proof bars of the cage, across the room, and in through the Pokemon-proof bars of another cage. The Joltik quickly got up and looked around, quickly noticing the Ampharos snoozing inside the cage. The Joltik hopped up joyfully and proceeded to make a meal out of the Ampharos' unneeded extra electricity.

The Absol's wry and humorless smile was replaced by a slightly smaller genuine one after performing his good deed for the day, and he settled back down to close his eyes. However, his catnap was over before it began when a stream of light uppercut him in the face. He opened his eyes as a human teenage girl, a human woman, a Serperior, and a Growlithe quickly entered the room.

White took a long look at the numerous cages filled with Pokemon. "Whoa. Those poachers sure got busy . . . ugh, that sounded wrong," White said with a shudder.

"Well, come on then. Let's get to work. We'll get the reports filled out, the BW Agency will be in the clear, and we can finally take care of all these Pokemon," Officer Jenny said as she looked around at all the cages.

The Absol lay in the exact same Sphinx-like position with a blasé expression as his cage was picked up and moved along with all the other cages. Although nothing quite like this had happened in the years and years he had spent in the Pokemon black market trading system, he doubted it would amount to anything. The cartel the Absol had been purchased by was a very odd one, in that it would always try to hold onto at least one Absol. This was because the humans believed possessing an Absol would bring disaster to their competitors.

The star of this story entertained the possibility that something untoward had recently happened to the poachers, a small "disaster" if you will. He savored the irony for a bit, irony was something that fascinated him greatly, but then allowed himself to fall back into vague disinterest. It's what he usually did when he wasn't listening to whatever media came out of a poacher's radio when one of them stood guard outside a thin door or right amid the cages. It all depended on the poacher's current location, which was, by extension, his current location. Not too long ago, the Absol had gotten a good look at a television screen for a couple of days. He recalled a few episodes of various reality shows, bits and pieces of movies, parts of nature specials and other miscellaneous programs.

As for the present, the star of this story was riding in his cage in the back of a large pick-up truck, with the cages of other Pokemon on top of and next to his cage. No one spoke, mostly because speaking during any sort of transport was never tolerated. It was a painful lesson to learn.

Of course, that didn't matter to our Absol, who was, in fact, not friends with any of his cell mates. They let each other know that, on no uncertain terms. This was not because the Absol was, for the lack of a better term, a bad Pokemon. Absol simply knew that he was a little too intellectual and, if he were honest with himself, which he was, too sassy to get along with just anyone.

The other Pokemon would always just call him a highbrow.

The pick-up truck had four wheel drive, so it moved easily through the forest. The vehicle soon stopped in a sunny clearing, causing most of the Pokemon to squint from the brightness, which had become alien to them.

The Absol watched as White and Officer Jenny began loading cages off of the truck. Amanda watched from the sidelines, not saying a word but looking on at the caged Pokemon with sincere pity and sympathy.

The Absol shrugged the look off, feeling that it was at least nice of her offer that out, even if he didn't need it. He instead focused his attention on the cage containing the Ampharos that the two humans were now setting down on the ground.

White opened the cage.

Our Absol did not blink.

Our Absol did not breath.

The Ampharos timidly stuck his head out and looked around. He looked up at White.

"Go on," the human girl said softly, wearing a friendly smile.

After second more of hesitation, the Ampharos quickly ran out of the cage and disappeared into the trees.

Our Absol has yet to blink.

Our Absol has yet to breath.

Our Absol coughs and gasps loudly from the effects of holding his breath for so long.

As more cages were opened by the 16 year old girl, the Absol made the decision to take deep breaths while keeping his eyes wide open. He figured more oxygen would help his brain to comprehend what he was witnessing right now.

After seeing all of his cell mates; which included an Oshawott, an Umbreon, a Riolu, a Meowth, a Charmander, and many others; run off into the wild, the Absol's metal cage was finally lifted from the truck and placed onto the organic ground. Absol quickly closed his dry eyes as his mind worked as fast as he could. He quickly formulated his performance, and opened his eyes and readied himself for the fateful moment.

White opened the cage.

The Absol got up and stood evenly on all four paws. He leaned forward a bit and put his right fore-paw forward. The moment his shaky paw touched the grassy earth, he pulled it back slightly as if burned by it. He lowered his body as he followed through and fully stepped out of the cage, the long tuft of fur hiding his face from White and Officer Jenny. A small smirk graced the Absol's features as he placed all four paws on solid earth. An odd sound began to grow in the back of Absol's throat, and a vibration moved throughout his body. Then, in full view of the two humans, the Absol threw his head back and laughed uproariously.

White and Jenny stared at the Absol's dramatic laughter. The Absol then suddenly stopped laughing and turned to them, staring straight at them. After a tilt of the head and a raise of the right fore paw, he dashed off at top speed into the woods.

White stared after the Absol, and said to Jenny, "He was . . . "

"Bizarre," Jenny replied.

"No," White said with a shake of her head. She put a finger to her chin and said, "He was kind of like . . . the Pokemon at the Agency." White cracked a small smile. "Talented," she remarked.

"I say he's a ham," Amanda thought as she slithered over to White's side.

So off our Absol went, leaving his benefactor with a parting shot of his own dramatic flair. His strings, or chains rather, were finally gone. He would no longer have to deal with humans ever again.

"DID I JUST GET SAVED BY A HUMAN!" the Absol shouted without warning, freezing in mid-step with wide eyes. He balanced on front-left and rear-right paws as he considered what just happened to him. "

That human . . . came in," he said as he cantered backwards and stopped on all fours, "Took down the poachers." The Absol bucked the air with one rear leg. "And let us go- NO, IT WAS MORE THAN THAT!" he exclaimed.

The Absol sat on his haunches and placed both fore paws over his heart, "She gave me my life. She gave me freedom."

Deeply touched, but eager to get back to business, the star of this story filed the memories of this day and that 16 year old girl back in his long term memory and refocused starting an exciting new life as a wild Pokemon.

"Hm?!" he said suddenly in response to a buzzing sound that came from the tall grass around him.

It was most likely a Combee or Vespiquen, not really a threat.

"Beedrill?" the Absol asked in a nervous voice that had a small squeak to it. He was still sitting on his haunches, with his paws still over his heart, and his eyes darting around uncomfortably.

"Hmmmmm," he said, "Over there . . ." he pointed his left fore-paw into the surrounding forest, "Is the wild. Back there . . ." he pointed his right fore-paw back the way he came, "Is that pure hearted selfless human girl with that grass snake looking Pokemon who seemed to be well off with her."

Our Absol took a moment to seriously consider his miserable experiences as a token of the poachers, the endless possibilities of the wild, and the restricted life that Pokeball Pokemon lived. Then, he made his decision regarding the grand and glorious wild.

He stared into his left paw and spoke in soliloquy, "How many years has it been since I was of the wild? A free spirited child of the wilderness with a family to accompany me? I know stand here with all my instincts forgotten, and the lessons of my parents either forgotten as well or never learned to begin with." He frowned and said in a fed up voice, "What the heck, am I even in the same Region anymore?"

He then looked into his right paw and continued his slow soft-spoken spiel, "Yet, what have I been blessed with? A human. A Pokemon Trainer I believe. A pure-hearted Trainer. A Trainer like that is the doorway to a new life for a Pokemon like me." While still staring into his right paw, he closed his left paw and placed it back over his heart. "A Pokemon like me . . ." he repeated with a gallant smile. Then, he leapt into the air like an acrobat, and landed on all fours. Without missing a beat, off he ran back the way he came.

. . . . . Look Absol, either you can't take a hint or you're not fully comprehending the implications of what you're doing. There is no story in being some human's Pokemon. The real story is back the other way, in the wild.

He skidded to a halt when he reached the area he was released at. The truck was gone, but the tire tracks were still there, as plain as day. He aligned a fore-paw at the start of one of the tracks, bent his neck down, and put his nose to the deep tracks. Sniffing deeply all the way, the Absol followed the tracks.

Oh, Absol. . . I am quite sure that I made it very clear that this is a story about an Absol. This story is about YOU. It is NOT about that human girl or her Serperior. We don't need the great, famous, heroic White the "Dreamer" getting in the way with her tragic love-story baggage. Nor do we need any humans here at all, so why don't you think about this one last time and see if you can't come to any sudden realizations.

The Absol suddenly stopped in mid-step and mid-sniff. He raised his head and blinked as a sudden realization came to him.

Oh, thank Arceus, you are willing to listen to me.

As the thought grew and grew in his mind, the Absol felt the need to express it out loud. "Why am I sniffing these tire tracks for?" he asked incredulously, staring down at the deep marks in the ground. "Seriously, what's the point? In fact, what's the point in sniffing pawprints or footprints or any other kind of track? The tracks are gonna lead you to who you're following anyway, so all you need are your eyes. It seems like a waste of time and energy to be sniffing along like that when all you really need are your eyes."

. . . . Alright, fine, go ahead Absol. If you really want to restart your life as some Trainer's Pokemon, then don't let me stop you. In fact, I'm actually all for it now. She must really mean a lot to you, and it can't be due to her status as one of the two Heroes of Unova, because you don't even know what Region this is, or what Team Plasma was. I doubt that this story will be primarily about your sudden and growing bond with White, but whatever it is about, one thing is certain. This is YOUR story now, shape it to your heart's desire, and know that I will gladly be here to help you tell it. So please forgive my interruptions, let us get back into the story good and proper, I promise.

His point made, our Absol continues to follow the tracks which should lead him to the human girl he had taken a shine to.

"*Sniff-Sniff!*-Oh gosh, look at me-*Sniff-Sniff!*-I can't stop-*Sniff!*-No, I can't resist-*Sniff-Sniff*-What compels a creature-*Sniff!*-to sniff the ground when following a trail-*Sniff!*-that he can clearly see?*Snifffff!*"

The Absol ran rather quickly, so after only a few minutes he reached who he was looking. Rather, he heard her first.

"Amanda, can you go up the tree and knock some of those Pecha Berries down for everyone?"

"(Why not? I am feeling a bit peckish.)"

The Absol skidded to a sudden halt, so sudden in fact that his rear paws rose off of the ground. Using the momentum to his advantage, the supple Absol rotated on one paw and swung himself sideways and behind a big tree. On the other side of the tree were White and Amanda.

As beautifully ripe Pecha Berries rained down, White smiled and tossed five Pokeballs into the air. "Come on out, everyone!"

With a flash, a Dererling, a Vulaby, a Stunfisk, an Alomomola, and a Solosis appeared around the berry tree.

With his back against the big tree, the Absol took a deep breath and put his paws together. "Okay. So she's already impressed me. Now I need to impress her." He dropped back down to all fours and thought on his feet. "Let's see . . . maybe . . . an out of the ordinary skill?"

In one fluent motion, the Absol pushed off the ground with his front legs and stood erect on his rear paws. His tail positioned itself in just the right way to balance the Absol's bipedal position. The Absol's back was straight, and he barely even wobbled as he stood in a position very unnatural for a quadruped. Yet, the Absol was perfectly comfortable standing on two feet. Crossing his fore legs in front of him, he said aloud as if talking to someone else, "Yes, you like this, don't you? I'm supple and I know it."

The Absol stood beaming into space for a moment, then shook his head rapidly and fell back down to all fours. "No, too soon in the relationship. I'd be better off saving my talents so I can wow the entourage later. Better start with the human first, that's who matters at the beginning. Now, what do human girls like?"

He stopped to think for another moment, compiling his knowledge of young female Pokemon with that of human beings, and soon came up with a workable plan. He licked his left paw repeatedly, and then used it to smooth out the white tuft of fur on the left side of his head. He then lifted the inner sides of each of his fore legs up to his face and sniffed each of them deeply. He gave it a little thought before coming to a verdict.

"I don't stink," he said. He then walked out from behind the tree towards White and her Pokemon.

White was sitting underneath the tree as Amanda oversaw the rest of the Pokemon as everyone ate. The girl noticed the pure white furred Pokemon within seconds, and was immediately captivated by him.

"It's you," White said as the Absol slowly approached her.

The Absol stepped lightly through the grass, looking around timidly with wide eyes while making soft, pitiful noises. He glanced at all the Pokemon surrounding him, and they all returned the glance. They were all curious of the newcomer, with the exception of Amanda. The Serperior regarded the Absol with loathsome disgust. The Absol in turn made a show of wilting under the Serperior's gaze, and moved its paws faster towards White.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," White remarked as the Absol closed the distance between them. "You certainly had a dramatic exit," she said with a smile.

The Absol gave a small smile in return and cocked his head sideways. He then made a show of lifting his head up slightly while sniffing the air zealously. He leaned forward a few inches, and his legs gave way, making him fall flat on his stomach. The Absol's face was the picture of dejection as he rolled over onto his back and laid a paw on his stomach.

"Oh, I see. You're hungry," White said as she reached into her bag.

The Absol nodded gravely.

"(Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!)" Amanda exclaimed, thrashing her tail around in frustration, "(Look around! Big forest! Lot's of berries! Lot's of mushrooms! He's all ham and no brain!)"

"Amanda, calm down, please," White said as politely as she could, although some impatience worked its way into her voice. "This Pokemon has been in a cage for who knows how long. We should help him. That's what N would want us to do." As she spoke, White took out a bottle of Moomoo Milk and opened it.

"The sad part is that even if she understood my exact words she'd probably still say the same thing and accuse me of being mean," Amanda thought bitterly to herself.

The Absol rolled over and adopted his Sphinx position as White approached him with one of the Pecha Berries and the bottle of Moomoo Milk. He quickly ate up the Pecha Berry when White handed it to her, but was a little wary of the glass bottle.

"Go on, drink it up!" White said with a friendly laugh in her voice, "It's real good, I promise."

The Absol almost stuffed his nose into the bottle in order to sniff at it, then he put his mouth to the bottle and drank some. In what seemed like an instant, the Absol lashed out with both fore paws and snatched the bottle from White. He held the bottle of Moomoo Milk up to his mouth as he rolled onto his side and began chugging down the drink.

Everyone else merely stared at this unexpected reaction to Moomoo Milk.

Darling the Deerling turned her nose up in disapproval. "(How rude!)" she remarked.

The Absol soon finished off the bottle, and dropped it on the ground to come up for air. He gasped and said breathlessly, "(That was good!)"

After the initial surprise had passed, White suddenly found herself giggling enthusiastically and unable to stop. She eventually managed to regain control of herself and said in between deep breaths, "Well . . . you certainly do like . . . Moomoo Milk . . . don't you!?"

The Absol smiled, got up, and smoothly licked his left paw and used it to clean his mouth, chin, and ruff of fur that covered his neck and chest. He then stepped alluringly over to where White sat and lounged alongside the human girl, purring disarmingly.

"You are a gorgeous Pokemon!" White exclaimed gleefully.

"I'd actually prefer 'handsome' or 'pulchritudinous', but I suppose gorgeous is acceptable," the Absol thought to himself.

Amanda actually hissed at the Absol. "(You disgustingly smug smart-aleck!)" she growled out slowly.

"Amanda, relax. This is a good thing. He'd make a great part of our team. I'm sure you'd like a new friend," White said calmly. She then smiled down at the Absol near her and said, "That is, if you want to join our team. If you do, I promise that I'll give you a happy life. It'll be like your time with those poachers never happened. I can tell you like me, and I'm being really honest when I say that I really like you. So, would you be okay with joining us?"

The Absol's smile increased as he nodded, much to Amanda's dismay.

White took out a Pokeball and said, "Well then, you're going to need a nickname. How about . . . Austin! Do you like that name?"

Austin the Absol nodded his head enthusiastically with a boyish expression on his face, filled with child-like innocence.

"Welcome to the team, Austin!" White said as she tapped the Pokeball to the top of Austin's head.

Austin was immediately sucked into the Pokeball. It shook three times, and with a click, it was done.

"Alright! Come on out, Austin!" White cheered as she jumped up and tossed the Pokeball.

The Pokeball opened with a flash of light, and Austin reappeared on the ground. The difference was nearly mind boggling. Austin was no longer the picture of child-like innocence. He also wasn't exactly as cute looking as he was before. It was all in the way he was now presenting himself, as well as his new mode of body language. He was once again lounging on the ground, this time on his left side. White suddenly felt as if she were staring at one of the BW Agency's ads for Pokemon Shampoo. Austin head was resting on its left paw, and his right leg was bent slightly. He gave a cheeky wave to White with his right paw, and then turned to Amanda and said, "(I am a smooth operator, am I not?)"

Amanda let out an angry shout as she surged forward, swinging her heavy tail at Austin. He dodged the attack smoothly by rolling out of the way and jumping back up on his feet. He turned to the other five Pokemon and bowed.

Amanda was about to summon up a Leaf Storm to wipe the smug look of Austin's face when White ran up in front of her and waved her arms frantically. "Stop! Stop! Amanda, please calm down! Don't you know a gifted actor when you see one!"

Amanda gave a perfect deadpan expression in response to this.

White turned to Austin with a knowing smile on her face. She wagged a finger at him and said, "Don't you think for a minute that I don't know what you've been doing. I know sass when I see it. I also know a gifted actor when I see it. You might even surpass Gigi! I know the perfect place for you, but you gotta follow along with what I say and put extra effort in honing your natural gifts. Okay, Austin?"

Austin looked up and thought, "Follow along with her? Heh, that's what I had planned to do, albeit in my own unique way. Surely, she'd be okay with that. And if 'actor' means doing more of the stuff I just did, then that's the life I want. As long as there will be more of that sweet, rich, pure, cold Moomoo Milk. Oh, the feel of it down the throat. Like angelic balm that descended from the heavens to soothe bare skin, that drink is to the mouth, tongue, and throat. A subtle sweetness and richness brings euphoria to the body. Oh, Moomoo Milk, I sing your praises . . . Wait, did I forget to nod to the human? Am I just standing here staring into space with a smile on my face? I'd mourn for my dignity if I hadn't already killed it during my plan to win the human over. Of course, a Pokemon like me has the ability to manufacture more dignity at a moment's notice, as I did with that smooth dodge. . . Have I still not nodded yet? Oh, brokh. . ."

Austin looked White in the eyes and nodded very vigorously.

"Alright, alright, I gotcha," White said as she rested a hand on Austin's furry head and petted him gently.

Austin's rear left leg popped up and started kicking slightly as his mouth hung open in pleasure, releasing a loud purr mixed with his speech.

"(Oh yes. Oh yes. It's worth it. It all was worth it. This just made it all worth it. Yeah, Austin like. Austin like. Yeah . . .)"

Later on, as the group traveled on to Nimbasa City, they were all unaware that someone was following them. . .

One small Joltik . . .

That was just the first part of this Absol's story. Now, I just want to hand out some thank yous before we continue. Now, what I wanted to do was create a dynamic, engaging, compelling Pokemon OC that people would flock too. Now, I already knew I wanted to use an Absol ,and I probably would have ended up creating a character that would've been a mix of Garfield, Scooby-Doo, Nigel from Rio 2, Scar from the Lion King, Scrat from Ice Age, Stan from Dog With a Blog, Maximus from Tangled, Sven from Frozen, and various other characters I like. Now that probably would've been a disastrous mismosh. Luckily, I was able to get some help.

Thank you, Virizion 2.6, for coming up with the perfect name for him and for teaching me that a good character needs a good rival. Also, thank you for helping me decide on a title for the story.

Thank you, Jack Storm 448, for suggesting the comedy of melodramatic-ism and for teaching me that a good character needs a good partner.

Thank you, Matthais Unidostres, for teaching me about the power of fourth-wall humor and creative use of the narrator.

Thank you, Ryu Taylor the Ferret, for teaching me about the proper use of moral alignment for a character and how the "braggart" character train isn't necessarily a "negative" or "bad" trait in of itself.

Now, parts of my initial mismosh characterization plan did make it into the Absol's final version, but I did cut a bunch of character influences out, and the advice of these four magnificent writers helped me to clean things up a bit. So, once again, I offer a sincere thank you to all of them.

Watch and Favorite for the next part, where it's Pokemon Musical Time!