Since my Payday story was a complete failure, I've moved to this because of one specific request from realflareon when I shared this idea. It was too good to pass up so here I am writing this story, just waiting for the chance to use his provided idea.

Unlike my other three stories, this is in an alternate universe but I will still be using human years as opposed to animal years, which I assume everybody reading knows the difference. It'll be a partially shame if you don't but it's okay. I won't judge you, I'll let everybody else do that if they feel like it. I also won't be using morphs despite almost choosing to use them.

Welp, the time is here. My fourth story, that is of course if I don't take it down for nobody reading it. But I will never know until I post it. So we shall see by the end of the month or so. Also, this will not have an update schedule. I'll probably be updating it at random but I will do my best to not make the wait too long.

St Elmo's Fire I appreciate the review but I'm taking most of it with a grain of salt as most if not all of the things you said that weren't grammar related answer themselves if you read the story. The POV thing has always just been there with me since I started so that isn't leaving and for this story being 'normal' but with humans replaced with Pokémon, you're right. It totally is but I don't care at all so go criticize someone else's story for doing the same exact thing. Look at every high school story ever made. That's the same thing, yet you do nothing. So thanks, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story of you ever read it again friend. Since I forgot to put this down, the quotations are indeed dialogue wherever they are. Not thoughts, thoughts would be normal words as I use italic for telepathy only.

(M Umbreon X F Jolteon) because Umbreon is amazing

Chains' POV

"So this train does transport the gold from bank to bank..." I said with a devious smile on my face. Surrounding me were two dead security guards and an unconscious civilian who tried to help stop me from getting what I wanted, the gold from the next cart over. Using Psychic, I opened the door that led to the short pathway blocking me from my yearly gold harvest. I smiled as the cool desert night's air flowed throughout my fur, the star twinkled above me leaving the moon's dull glow to light up the night. "It's times like these where I wonder what it'd be like to not rob others like this... To have a normal life. But those times are gone. I'm not the homeless and carefree child I use to be. It'll take more than just memories and thought to crack me." I mumbled, lashing out at the steel handles with an Iron Tail. The bars cracked just moments before falling onto the sheet metal floor below, loosening the cart's door hinges.

"Well, well, well. Looks like my reports and estimates were right," A voice said from behind me. I turned to see a suited up Machoke tapping his foot with a joint in his mouth. "Just come with me without struggling Chains. We both know who's the stronger of the two of us. Maybe I could cut us a deal, you can have some of this gold and spend your full jail sentence or you can leave here empty handed and have a smaller sentence."

"How above neither." I replied, using Double Team to make it look like I turned my back on him to open up the cart with all my loot in it.

"Hard way it is." The Sheriff replied, pulling a revolver from one of his holsters. "Any words before I take ya down to the station?"

I forced my clone to shake its head as I had it fumble with the crate doors for a little while longer to distract while I got behind the sheriff. The Machoke just shrugged and pointed the pistol at my clone's front leg that was fiddling to unlock a single metal lock. Milliseconds before he pulled the trigger, I jolted the clone's paw away allowing his bullet to shatter the classic lock. "It's a shame that you're helping somebody against the law you know," I taunted from behind the sheriff. "Today's just not your lucky day." I charged up a decent sized Shadow Ball and split it into three much smaller orbs, shooting all three towards the Machoke's feet, forcing him to the edge of the train cart.

"We can talk about this partner... You can steal from this train and let me arrest you for the bounty cash then I can let you go. Just please don't do what your planning." The Pokémon murmured, shivering slightly.

I jumped off the metal crate I stood upon to get to the cop's level, my tail's fur slowly replacing itself with metal. Using only the upper of iron I had on my tail, I sent the severely damaged train doors flying inside the cart forcing a shockwave throughout the train. The sheriff began to lose his balance as the train began to shake so I took the opportunity and hit him with all the strength my body possessed. Being in the middle of nowhere, I hoped for him to hit a cactus but to much of my disappointment, he landed on the soft sand unscathed for the most part except for where I nailed his chest. I scoffed at the fact that I probably broke a few ribs and strides over to the opening that lead to my hard earned prize. The center contained a single metal table that had 12 gold bricks on it. Easily worth almost a million Poké. I walked out of the cart and whistled, letting my nearby carriage know that I'm ready to toss out prize over and hop on. I went back into the metal cart when I could hear the sound of hooves running and the wooden wheels clanking on their support bars. My mind was cleared of all thoughts that weren't gold and money related when I began to use Psychic. I picked up each bar with Psychic one by one as I loaded them into the open hatch on the side of the moving wagon.

As I loaded the final brick of gold into my escape wagon, the Rapidash I hired to pull my wagon and get a 2 brick cut yelled "Hurry up, I see the conductor trying to get the entire Sheriff Department on our ass if we don't get out of here now!"

"Got it, slow down a bit. I'm jumping now!" I shouted, taking a few steps back before charging and leaping off the train onto my escape wagon. My body collided with the top of the opening and forced me in and onto the cushions, still standing with shock. I just stood in place after landing on the cushions I left inside to calm my rapid heart rate.

I awoke to the sound of Chariot and somebody else whisperinng, probably to prevent me from awakening.

"Just fucking lock him up and give me me keep of the share. I did my part of the job now do yours."

"Very well, we'll deposit two gold bars worth of money into your account. Just leave here now, we know Chains will be after once he's out. Hell, even if he's up now and listening but that shouldn't be the case, we did inject that poison into him so he shouldn't be waking up for another 24 hours or so. Besides, we all know he's got no family to see him while locked away."

When I went to stand, the sound of shackles clinging echoed from my feet. I released a small sigh and began to use Psychic. When I wasn't able to fumble with the inner locks, I cancelled out of my attack and looked around my body for any type of Psychic cancellation, my gaze landing on a black and purple neckless that was located around my neck. "Fucking hell," I cursed as I stumbled from behind the drapes, "Should have never fucking hired you Chariot..."

The Fire horse and Machamp who I assumed to be the Sheriff turned to face me. "Look, I'm sorry boss but the bounty that was on your head was far too great to pass up. Especially since it's double what you had offered me," The Rapidash said in an uncomfortably fast pace, "Now I must be going, I don't want to get involved with you problem that you're currently in."

I watched unamused at the fact that my getaway runner turned me in just to get a slightly better paycheck and to run away from his future problems I had ready for him once I got out of this predicament. "Well Chains... There goes your partner in crime. Shame to watch, isn't it? Guess we should get heading to the station and put the payment in that dude's account, right partner?" I spat a load of saliva at the sand in between the police's legs signaling I was ready to go meet my faith of a life behind bars.

The walk to much of my surprise wasn't long at all as I had been captured just outside of a decently sized town. It wasn't too big like cities in the East. I've heard that tens of thousands of Pokémon live in places like that which I can't really imagine as the biggest town I've been once had a population of about fifteen hundred at most.

"Keep walking maggot. I'll let you know when we're there. For now, just follow the lights. They illuminate a path to the jail until around ten which is when all the lights turn on," The Machamp said, using the butt of his shotgun to hurry me up. "Y'see, this is an extremely crime free town for the most part. No major robberies in over twenty years since you robbed that train 50 miles just about outside of here. The only Pokémon here that we know have a background of robbery and thievery is some girl. Thats the only description we have of her. No breed or name, she's the most efficient bandit but the only thing us down a thing the station don't get is why she only takes small amounts of gold and coins. Small as in just enough to buy some food."

"And you're telling me this, why?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Oh nothing. Thought you may have known something about it." My captor said, shrugging.

"We'll you're asking the wrong Pokemon because as you should know, I've done all my dirty work out in different towns. Never even knew this place existed before now." I replied sourly.

"I guess you've gotta point with that. Anyways, take a right. Who knows, if we're lucky you'll see Deputy Zweihander. He's a Zweilous, pretty funny guy."

I groaned in reply, just waiting to get in the jail cell. "Can we hurry this up? I knew that I was gonna thrown behind bars one day and I expected it to have been quick and clean. But it seems this process is taking longer than I'd ever of wanted."

The Machamp took a deep breath and said "Blame your escape horse for alerting us outside of town instead of inside of it. Because personally, I would of liked it if he brought you to the county jail instead of waiting just outside of the town. Would of made my job easier. Besides the fact that you're a known criminal, you seem like a pretty cool guy, you know that?"

"Just keep walking then if you want me to stay that way. I've already spoke more than I'd of originally preferred." I growled. For the rest of our walk together, the Sheriff whistled out a few tunes, only stopping to tell me directions.

"And from here, look for the saloon. The jail is right next to it in case we ever need to find the drunks who get a little to feisty for the bartender."

It wasn't difficult to find the saloon as it was literally the only building on the block that actually had two floors to it and wasn't dumpy looking as booze got the owners lots of cheddar. Next to it was my destination, a black building with a single door and window in the front. The only other windows were two on the side, each one part of its pencil personal cell. "So am I the only one here now or do I get a little friend to keep me company?" I asked sarcastically.

"Only me and the others who work here for you to talk with. You'll receive three meals a day and time out of your cell but you'll be chained like you are now just play it safe. We can't having you escape now, can we?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Can't you open the door for me? I'm kind of unable to do anything. I'll put myself in the cell to make your job easier Mr. Officer of the law."

The Machamp unlocked the door and opened the jail for me. "Cell's open. Just walk in and I'll lock it for you. Once you fall asleep, we'll have somebody come and unlock all the chains and balls from you. Let ya stretch your legs."

I walked into the small room and positioned myself on the concrete bed to where the metal attached to my body couldn't bother me. "Well, goodnight Chains. See you in the morning bud." The fighting type said, locking the cell door.

I scoffed at how the Sheriff attempted to be friendly with me. I'm the only bandit who managed to rob that train and escape. I'm only here because the bounty on my head was bigger than the reward I was offering. I fucking blew it.

?'s POV

I was wandering around the town looking for something that I do with my day. Around me were children playing ball, Pokemon leaving the saloons after a few drink with their friends, and couples who were younger then I was going into some of the candy shops to celebrate Valentine's Day two days early. I've been alive for a clean seventeen years and I've actually never managed to form a relationship with any other Pokémon and I've only kept a single friendover the years, another Jolteon like me, but they only really come to check on me to make sure I'm doing fine and not actually do anything fun with me so I'm alone for the most part.

A sigh escaped from my mouth as my lonely lifestyle segregated me from the rest of the world around me. "I guess that's why I work alone. I do better without anybody. Help would slow me down." I mumbled, putting my bandana on my forehead to prevent the sweat from the desert heat to get in my eyes. "Guess I gotta do what I do best."

I dashed around town in the shadows, looking for any victim who I knew had some gold coins. When I saw a Riolu wearing a straw hat lighting a cigar behind our town's General Store. I generated a small amount of electricity in my main and shot it at the unexpecting Fighting Type, paralyzing him on contact. I adjusted the bandana to look more like a veil so he couldn't see my face.

"Sorry sweetheart, but a gal's gotta make money somehow." I said as I strided over towards him. Knowing he was unable to speak, I gave him a small kiss on the cheek before taking the eight gold coins his small belt had in it. "Don't even try to alert the cops. The only thing you know about this little ol' thief is that I'm a female. And that isn't gonna help them so good luck getting your coins." Knowing nobody was going to be looking for him, I walked towards the almost blinding light and left the man where he was after quickly adjusting the bandana back onto my forehead and stashing the coins in a small bag I had around my neck. Besides, it's not like he's stuck there forever. Just give it a few hours and the electricity I sent surging through his body will be completely gone and it'll be like he was never stunned in the first place.

I glanced from side to side, hoping nobody is around and if there is, that my exit from the alley wasn't too shady. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I saw that nobody bat an eye to me so I continued on my day as if nothing happened at all.

I'm not sure what I should call myself. I'm not a full on bandit or criminal, as in a Pokémon pulling off all those big heists that I've always dreamed of. I'm more of a petty little thief using the small amount of money I steal to live my poor and homeless life though I'd like to put me above all the other thieves who will kill their victims. I have no need in doing that due to the not very potent and temporary paralysis I can force on them giving me time to take whatever they have on them. I would actually try to pull off something bigger than the petty thefts that I currently do if I had a partner in crime. Well, an at least some what experienced Pokémon.

I had been walking around town, waiting for night time to fall so I could head to the small place I called home. From what I've heard, it never got dark until after ten over in the big cities from all the light produced by their electric and fire types. Here in s small town like this, it's dark by 7:30.

"There's nothing to dooooo!" I complained to myself, "Might as well just head home..."

I ran back to the prison as fast as I could to avoid seeing the Sheriff or any other Pokémon that had let me sleep there instead of in the desert heat which I appreciated them for, they were just into talking a lot. Something I wasn't too much of a fan of. As I quietly entered the building, I noticed blue rings glowing in the further of the two cells. When I got closer to inspect him, I saw that he was an Umbreon, kinds cute actually. The Pokémon also seemed to have been arrested recently as he still had the ball and chains locked to his legs for Stella to remove tonight.

"The first real felon in the city, huh?" I whispered as I examined him. "Maybe I just found my partner in crime."

The umbreon's ear twitched as he rose his head. As his eyes sleepily opened, the bright yellow beauties looking deep into my eyes. My mouth opened in awe at the boy's eyes. "Yes? Are you the one here to remove these from me?" He asked, shaking his limbs to show all the metal attached to his body.

"No, but after those are removed I'll try to convince the sheriff to let me take care of you. If he says no, I'll break you out of there. Besides, I could use a partner in crime."

And that's a wrap. To be honest with you, I had more fun writing this than I did writing the Payday story that I deleted which is nice. Probably because this is more in my comfort zone and everything

Leave a review or favorite if I should keep this up and continue writing it because I do enjoy it and I'm hoping everybody reading this does to.

If this does end up staying, I will see you all in the next chapter!

Ciao