Author's Note:
Hello! If you're reading this, welcome. This fic is an "OG" pokemon story. That means, I haven't included any pokemon or characters from after generation 2. I'm probably biased, but I enjoyed the first two generations of games the most, so I prefer to focus on these.
This is the prologue, so it is short (but important to the story!). The plot may seem complicated at first, but, if you keep reading, you'll figure out how everything fits together.
I wrote this as a spinoff to my Human/Monster/Hybrid series, but it is also a standalone story!
I always appreciate your feedback, but mostly I hope that reading this fic is fun and enjoyable for you.
Cheers,
TheFrogFromHell
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Guyana, South America, 1993
Marvin frowned and adjusted the straps of his backpack, which felt enormously heavy on his shoulders. He was thirsty, and the half empty water bottle inside his pack called to him, but physical exhaustion made reaching around and fumbling around inside the bag seem like a daunting task.
Dr. Fuji, on the other hand, seemed to have boundless energy. He darted around the jungle, examining all the patches of flora and passing swarms of bug pokemon meticulously, as if they fascinated him. Marvin sighed and shifted his weight uncomfortably again.
"How much longer, Doc?" Marvin inquired, glancing at his watch. Three hours, he thought. Have we really only been out here that long?
"Until we find something," Dr. Fuji replied distractedly as he began crashing through a patch of tall weeds. "We're hot on the trail of this legendary pokemon, I tell you. I can smell it!"
I think you just smell me, Marvin thought sarcastically. It was hot and humid here in the jungle, and his copious amounts of sweat made his clothing cling to his body as if it was pasted on him with a thin glue.
Today was Dr. Fuji's last scheduled day to explore the jungle. After finding some unusual fossilized footprints in an area nearby, Dr. Fuji had been convinced there was a new species of pokemon just waiting to be discovered here. However, Marvin wasn't so sure; they'd been scouring the jungle for two weeks, with little to show for it but sweaty clothes and a dwindling food supply.
The project had initially seemed promising to the other scientists making up Dr. Fuji's research team, but by now everyone was ready to call it quits. Except Dr. Fuji.
Marvin trudged behind Dr. Fuji, impatiently waiting until the older scientist was ready to call it a day. As the angle of the sun changed and hints of twilight began to appear, Fuji sighed, shaking his head dejectedly and turning to Marvin.
"I suppose you were right, kid," the doctor said. Appearing perplexed, he scratched his graying head and then shoved his hands into his pockets. "I was so certain that we'd find what we were looking for here. This feels strange, somehow…" he pressed his lips together in a thin line for a moment before finishing, "I suppose I'm just disappointed."
"No problem, Doc," Marvin said, trying to disguise his relief that they were heading back to camp. "I mean, it is too bad we didn't find anything, but there will be other important projects, you know."
"Yes," Dr. Fuji agreed, though he still looked uncertain.
Together, the two scientists began their short journey back to their camp, where they would pack up their tent and supplies, get into their vehicle, and return to the lab to report no unusual findings.