New series I'm making, not sure if you'll like it… But it has nothing to do with the Life: Series.
This story is put in the future without almost any futuristic technology evolution. Not like every other futuristic series where the technology had a sudden evolution in like twelve after the year the series is made. This story has hardly any technology evolution, even if it put at least 4 centuries after our present time.

One – Prologue/Friends

"Together we stand, divided we fall,
Taken seriously as if it was a law.
Never to leave, never to be left,
We never take anyone for any theft.

To treat with respect, is what we do,
Never under it, even if we hated you.
This is our plaque, our rulebook, our duty.
Not following this…not in our recommendations."

This is their description of the foundation if found. When found, the opposite is almost said and shown, a 'safe environment for those who are urgent to be tested on for any reason.' Make note that this is not opposite to the description. With that, more is said to make it to be believed but not participated. When not found, it is an unknown facility to never to be found. The area dark, the atmosphere dirty, security maximized on the littlest reason within premises.

When a false alarm, most forget on little or no reason – a momentary lapse of reason. These people don't care, they just care to serve and earn. No one knows where back-up comes from, but the same is for the regular security. Do they do full time or full day? Who knows…then again…who cares?

Never does anyone who doesn't know about it dare to go in. It's been said it to be the 'Surface of Hell', 'Anti-Pokémon movement', or the 'Next Generation.' In gossip, this is true: more to that, those who go to this unknown facility never come back. In reality, part of any gossip is true, but kept from one thing. This thing is the only thing keeping up this whole underground corporation. It is kept a secret: Chemical and miscellaneous experiments: for anything found to change part or the whole world.

This place was known to be part of the bad for those who have never faced this facility (Gossip); this place was known to be neutral for those who actually work there (Not emotional); this place was known to be good for those being tested for having exceptional shelter, food, and water (Lied to). Overall, this has a mix for sides.

All of this makes up the Chemical Installation Bunker, or the 'CIB'. Despite its name, this place is large, large enough for first-timers to easily get lost.

This area was nicknamed 'Surface' for many reasons, some of which are unknown (Surface of Hell). The name was used enough and currently frequently used for the workers in the CIB to actually use this name. Getting this far to use a name can show how ghetto the CIB is. Making a place this ghetto can show worse than neutralism and good combined.

The Pokémon who take part in the Surface are fed, quenched, and sheltered. When giving food, they see good, unexpired food; when given water, they see clean and purified liquid in the bowl; the sheltering is usually about three times the size of their own size with a few roommates. They understand the sacrifices they may face when it is their time to be tested. Some faced the sacrifices, leaving new friends they met in the Surface. Sacrifices include defects, major pain and injury, handicapped, even death. Death affects friends if present to have it known they died, no emotion to the professionals.

Those who are the testers have no idea on what they have taken part, not even some of the workers. They should have never come in, but now they came and stayed, it is too late.

This is…The Surface.

"I don't see how anyone would want to get out."

"I don't know…something doesn't feel right…"

"C'mon. We get good food, clean water, and good shelter here."

"You call a large steel cage a good shelter?"

"Well…I guess not…"

Being in a cage with only one roommate, life wasn't life for Ava, a Glaceon tested in the Surface several times. Not knowing the other side of the Surface can possibly get you, or her, misunderstood in any conversation, like right now. Her friend, Amber (A Leafeon), is one who is suspicious about the Surface.

These two Pokémon have been best friends for who knows how long. These two have been in the Surface at an early age, from different parts of the country. Both were an Eevee at some point in their lives, both were evolved into what they are now by force. Neither was ever good at any battling, mainly because they never did practice. There was no point in training if there was no use of it in the Surface.

Ava looked at the time that was on the wall outside of the cage: 8:36 P.M.

Night has come, day has left.

Unofficially, they sleep at 9, to get their energy if anything happens. None of the workers force them, or any of the Pokémon, to sleep at any time, or to each other. It is best, unofficially decided by all behind any cage, to sleep any time before 11 to get their energy. This was especially recommended for those who have cages nearest to the view of some, or most, of the experiments. One of these cages is of Ava's and Amber's. They have their cage at the bottom, near the floor. Those who have cages in that side, sometimes watch pain and suffering that they never want to see. At their age and time in the Surface, they were comfortably numb to it; "just ignore and avoid" for those who are new.

"…I'm going to sleep early," said Ava.

"Alright," said Amber. She said nothing more.

Sometime in the middle of the night…

Ava is still sleeping, but can hear most of the dialogue.

"Alright, Amber, wake up."

"Sorry…has to be done tonight…"

"Alright…over with."

Nothing else was heard.

About an hour later…

A young aged human boy is walking around the lab, no one noticing…but one.

Ava wakes up, hearing footsteps, wondering who it is. She doesn't say anything, she just looks. All she can see is that the boy is wearing a long black jacket, slightly shining from the low light and night sky, being somewhere halfway between his ankles and his knees. He's wearing pants, not known about the color. The same with his hair: known to have it short, but color not. It was sort of strange to not know the color of his looks when the light is there.

She doesn't talk, but he knows that she's awake.

"You should be getting some rest," the boy says. He doesn't have a young voice, nor does he have an older voice; it is somewhere in the middle. She gets surprised, wondering who he's talking to. She doesn't say anything. "Yes, I'm talking to you." He walks toward Ava's cage. She walks away from him, despite the caged wall between them. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She doesn't move. "Ava...right?"

How does he know? Ava thought. She sees that he's holding a clipboard. He lowers the clipboard, seeing that it is blank…and bad condition for paper.

"Simple guess…I think," He drops the clipboard on to the nearest desk on his right. He looks at the clock, seeing the time. "It is two in the morning, get some rest now…" He walks to the right of Ava's view. She walked up to the wall to see if he's still walking. She turned to where he last walked, but disappeared.

But he just started away from my direction thought Ava. She walks to the middle of the cage, I might be hallucinating…I should really get some rest now… She lies down, thinking of what just happened. But that didn't went around her thoughts for long, what's in her mind is to know why Amber left, and for how long. She can't let her have anything bad happen to her, having only one friend in the Surface, she'll do anything for her to not have anything to be done. I just hope she comes back safe she thought and alive.

Part of what happened now, is part of life in the Surface. For most, having a fallen friend, most live with it. More will come and go for unknown reasons, some can be friends, some not.

That's just life in the Surface, deal with it.