Convoluted plans chapter 0: prologue

hello, I didn't see you there,

what are you doing here?

Waiting for a story?

Well you're not going to get one!

Go read Regrets or Pedestal if you really want a good Pokemon story.

they deserve it much more than this piece of shit story.

What?

You're still here?

You really want to read this don't you?

Fine.

But don't blame me if the author turns out to be shitty.

but you know what?

If I have to tell a story I won't tell it to you in omniscient, that's just to tiring I'll tell it in internal. And don't expect me to be regular, you are forcing me to do this after all.

I'll tell you the one about a 10 year old boy called Psyen living in Mauville, well not exactly but you'll see what I mean.

Convoluted plans 1: an everyday theft / BORING

it's really easy to understand in context, idiot: narrator speaking

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The sun glared at me from its perch atop the sky, shocking me awake. My eyes snapped open and I cursed it's existence while also thanking it as my personal alarm clock and wondering just where I'd be without it. I looked back at my bed and recoiled at yesterday-me's choice, it didn't even have a cardboard pillow or anything to stop the poison spores in the grass from touching me! I suddenly started panicking.

What if there was a grass type nearby loosing it's spores? What if it laid them in me? What if I was going to die in a week suffering immensely from its babies ripping out my entrails? Or maybe it was just hunting and I'd fall asleep only to wake up in some Victreebel's stomach screaming for my life?

That last thought brought me out of my spiral of fears as I realized there were no Victreebrels near Mauville and I wouldn't be waking up during the eating part of it's hunt, and, finally, I realized that none of these could have been true as the ground I'd slept on was cement, no grass type could come close enough to Mauville to spread it's spores over this area without having been hunted by the guards.

That was the good news the bad one was that I'd been even more tired than I thought yesterday as I'd become even stupider than a grass type. NEVER sleep near the city that was the one rule the guards gave us and I'd broke it because I was tired. Fuck! This was bad! I needed to get out of here preferably before I was thrown in jail for being an inhabitant of the slums. I ran as fast as I could toward the center of Slum Mauville ignoring the surprised eyes all around me making a beeline to my secondary base.

I wasn't enough of a fool to go running toward the place I'd stacked all my earnings for the past six years simply because I had fucked up the day before. It was only after I'd reached the top of the tree I used as a spot for spying that I stopped it was on the borders of the forest that encircled Mauville to the east, not the first line of trees as that would be obvious but close enough to see it was as I'd left it, in summer bloom, and therefore capable of hiding someone n it with its flowers and simultaneously not hiding the outside world to the person inside, it was also one of many so called thief trees.

It was an highly spoken rule in the slum, you don't steal from other slumnians, this made them very overconfident when it came to what was actually happening inside the slums and made it almost pathetically easy for myself and a few others to steal from them, I willfully ignored that rule but I respected the much more unspoken one that went around us thieves that steal from slumnians, you don't steal the hiding spot of another person that ignores the same rule you do, it was simply logical, if we pissed each other of we would simply go to one of the major gangs and tell them that this guy was stealing from the slums and the other one would be killed, it was mutually assured murder therefore everyone respected that rule, even if they stole from the slums which was why I wasn't surprised when I came inside to fond no one there. Once up there I watched for hours at first to calm my heart from the disastrous decision I'd made yesterday and afterward, when it became clear I wasn't being chased by either the guard corps or the other slumnians I started to seriously look for a target for today work spotting several possible targets.

One was a tall, lanky fellow, clearly a member of a gang from his tattoos, I didn't really care which one, they all made money and they were all overconfident here, so they were all targets, I was about to come down from my perch and start up a plan when I saw one of his tattoos, a cross over a watery skull, fuck! This guy was part of Team Aqua! of course he was confident they only let Pokemon trainers into their team! I couldn't steal from him or he'd feed me to his demonic Pokemon! So clearly I wasn't going to be stealing from him anytime soon, or ever if I could help it, in my line of work the less Pokemon demons you meet the better.

After another hour of spying I saw an young adult dressed in over-expensive clothes, I was about to hunt him before realizing that those clothes were several years old and sewn back in several areas marking him as a nouveau-pauvre, a rich idiot that lost all of his money and influence in one fell swoop and is convinced his past makes him better than all others despite it providing a disadvantage to street living. He'd make a poor target so I ignored him and moved on to spying for a real target instead of make-believes or death-traps. After another hour, Around noon, I found one, and I checked his characteristics to prevent another disappointment.

Old enough to earn a living and not leech of his parents money? He looked around twenty five, so check. Rich enough to be worth the trouble? Anyone wearing a three piece suit is, so another check. Lacking enormous backing that would kill me for even thinking to go against him? No distinctive marks on his body nor any uniforms and Devon doesn't care if people steal from there employees as long as they aren't carrying anything important, which he clearly wasn't, so a penultimate check there. Finally I couldn't steal from him if he was a Pokemon trainer but the suit destroyed any possibility of that being the case marking the end of the question phase and the beginning of the enjoyable part of the job, the hunt.

I had seen him in the city, saying he was going to the desert slums, called that ironically due to them being the most concentrated ones and being close to the desert on route 111, I couldn't catch him before then, he had to much of a head start but I could cut him of at the desert slums. which meant I had to cross the Vendaville slums, due to their position between Vendaturf and Mauville, which was going to be a challenge in and of itself due to the tendency said slums had to turn what ought to be a five minute walk into a 3 hour shop-and-mug fest, in fact, I had been meaning to buy an item from the ersatz poke-mart on 35th,4 avenue...

But I had richer problems to worry about so, with one last look at the mart from my tree, I focused back on the plan, after the slums I was going to cross the official city, the fastest way from Vendaville to desert was through the second floor apartments number 411 and 529, due to some idiotic engineer they had been placed in such a way that one could jump from one to the other and ignore most of the crowd below so many thieves invested quite a lot to keep those two apartments empty year round so anyone could always use that method to travel, after I'd gone down from apartment 529 I'd take the A tram to the Pokemon center and then the D tram to route 111 with any luck my target wouldn't have moved or been already stolen from.

A plan in head I leaped down from my perch and started to run causing surprise and grumbling in the nearby Rattata mischief. every thing started out alright, I didn't get side tracked by the mart nor by the amazingly shiny stones on sale at the open market, though I did nab one that looked quite shiny and blue. Called it a "shiny stone" and people say I have no originality... I slid past the homes of hundreds of people in a similar situation than me, homes made with undulated iron and no floors.

After ten good minutes of running I arrived at the gate of Mauville and , with a resolute fast walk, you can't run in the city to prevent people hitting each other too hard. Upon entering I showed my pass entry to the guard proving that I was indeed a regular citizen, false passports are amazing nowadays aren't they, though it clearly doesn't hurt that the guards don't look to hard as arresting everyone would cause to much of a problem. After that I made a beeline for the stairs that take you to the next floor nearly running into a starry-eye ten year old in the process.

Once at the stairs I climbed them three by three in the hope that I could catch the tram before the noon break once on the second floor I sprinted toward the left side of the area hoping no one could see me and charge me for it. Then I turned right at the first intersection before climbing another two floors putting me at the fourth floor after that I slowed to a brisk walk due to the people around me heading strait to room 411 which I opened without trouble, lock picking is one of the things you pick up fast or you starve in this world.

Inside I went straight to the window giving on the inside of the city and after having opened it jumped on the balcony's railing once there I spent a while steadying my feet, this jump is always so exiting no matter how many times I do it, before leaping into the void at a height of 100 feet barely catching myself on the iron bars of the balcony above I then hoisted myself upwards and threw my feet above the railing making my body weight shift and throwing me upwards only to land on the balcony's floor now that I was in room 529 I started on a very brisk walk toward the stairs which led me straight to the city center and the Pokemon center.

Once there I had to wait 3 excruciating minutes for the A tram to arrive before I could hop on and then it was another wait in the tram while I couldn't sit still in my seat and frequently received harsh shushes from around me. But after 15 minutes it was over and I could make my way to the stop for the D tram which thankfully arrived immediately after the A tram left and pro-pulsed it's passengers toward the gate to route 111 another quarter of an hour and I had arrived at my destination.

I quickly walked toward the slum and the restaurant section he would undoubtedly be in at barely 1 in the afternoon but once I arrived I couldn't spot him no matter where I searched, he wasn't at the Shining Magikarp, nor was he at the Wattson Wonder, the only two restaurants in the desert slums due to aggressive competition if he wasn't here where could he possibly be? I silently cursed myself for my idiocy, the guy was a rich young adult,he wasn't going do eat in the slums, he'd be going to those posh restaurant I wouldn't be allowed within a 1000 feet of.

Fuck! I'd lost my prey for today and I'd have to take from my reserve!

Unless...

unless he was as stingy as I was in which case he'd eat at the slums where it was cheaper. But he wasn't here so where was he? Of course! He couldn't have gone toward Vendaville or I'd have spotted him and he clearly wasn't at desert so he could only be south or west, if he went to cyslum I'd have lost, even I needed to eat ant Mauville was much longer than it was large so I'd keel over in hunger if he went south, I decided to check west just in case I found something and, as far as I was concerned it was a 50-50 shot for a successful hunt today, with that in mind I went back into the city at a much more sedate pace, the fact that I essentially lost the hunt slowing me down.

I took the D tram back to the inter section with the A tram and then I rode it to the gate at route 117 where I left the city and looked around at the restaurant halfheartedly until a saw a three piece suit under a mop of blonde hair, my prey! My blood was singing in my veins once more! I hadn't lost yet! But I couldn't approach him while he was eating so I want the nearest market and pretended to look at the items on sale until he left the restaurant; things were beginning to continue unending before I saw him out of the corner of my eye running away from the eatery at full speed, I was worried he'd spotted me until I saw the waiters shouting at him, an eat and run, he really was stingy!

I ran toward him, tailing him as discreetly as I could and, when he paused for breath after entering the city I bumped into him and stole his wallet before eclipsing myself in the crowd and walking normally toward the A tram that was going to take me back home. He wouldn't even remember me, all he saw was me bumping into him, an action to common to make an notice of in this city. I took a quick snack on junk food while inside the city and paid with my new wallet.

Once I had returned to Vendaville I started walking toward my base, the real one this time and, after a good few hours of walking I arrived at a small trapdoor in the ground, I opened it and climbed down the ladder I put there before arriving at my secret base, an assortment of wallets and bills stacked on shelves. I put my newest addition on the shelf marked "not so rich not dangerous".

I left the area decided on getting another one before dark. I closed the trapdoor and was about to leave toward my spying tree until I heard a strange noise behind me

"manec-TRIC!"

fuck.

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so...

he stole a wallet.

And?

You cant expect me to believe that's it?

In an entire chapter all he did was steal a wallet?

BORING! at least the next one is shaping up to be more interesting...

Oh, and the author would like to remind you to review.

You, really should, that might be the only way this story becomes even mediocre.