"Hey man, I think you've had enough to drink," a bartender told a young man. It was your typical Friday evening for the bar, if you were to walk in, you'd notice how packed the place was. Friends were together laughing and joking around, loners were sulking and drowning their sorrows in alcohol, and some were just watching the T.V in the bar despite the lack of sound(like anybody could hear it over all the commotion).

"Nah mate nah… this'll is only my eighth bottle," a young man, wearing a simple white T-shirt and basketball shorts pulled out a bill, and waved it in the air. He struggled to stay in his seat. "What if I slip you a twenty, you forget the last seven I got?" He slurred. The young was very, very intoxicated, and wasn't capable of thinking straight. The bartender began to rub his temples as he contemplated how to handle the situation.

"Listen bud, I can't. You're definitely way over the legal limit of alcohol in your system. Just ignoring the legality, I do appreciate your patronage, but I can't sell you any more bottles… I know you just turned 21 and you wanna go wild, but this is a bit overboard. If you want, I can call you a taxi and pay for it, but I can't in good conscience sell you anymore beer… even my though boss would love it if you bought another sixteen bottles."

The man waved his arms before standing up from his chair, immediately almost falling over, and had started to stumble towards the door. "F-fine! I'll go to the Walmart across the street… they'll be willing to sell me a twelve pack of b-" the 21 year-old burped. "B-beer…" he slurred as he slammed his face against the door, grabbing everybody's attention for a second, before they went back to what they were doing.

"God have mercy on you, Wade," the bartender shook his head as he watched Wade begin to stumble through the parking lot. "I should probably call the cops before he gets hurt…"

Wade stopped at the edge of the parking lot, stumbled down the tiny hill that dropped onto the road. Without thinking, he took the first step across the street, then the next, and then another. By some miracle, a lot of horns going off, and somebody spewing their colorful vocabulary, had made his way into the Walmart parking lot. "I won't know what Mark is talking about… I'm not that drunk."

Wade passed out in the lobby of the Walmart.

"Ugh…" Wade groaned as his eyes opened wide, and he blinked a couple times. "God my head hurts…" he groaned as he set up and immediately winced and yelled. The now hung over man stood on his feet for a few moments, and took a step. He stumbled a bit before gaining(as good) of a footing as he could get, and began to make his way onto the sidewalk.

"I'm gonna be late to work…" Wade chuckled. "Ah fuck it, like I can show up like this," he groaned as he struggled not to throw up. "Yeah, I'll get fired like I did from my last five jobs… at least everywhere is hiring," Wade grumbled as he began to make his way down the street. "Thank god I don't have a car…" he threw up on the sidewalk.

Wade shut the door, stumbled over to the couch, and promptly laid down on it. He groaned and laid his fore arm on his head as it continued to ache. The sound of claws clicking on the wooden floor made the headache feel even worse. "God, that's the last time I go to a bar… or drink so much," Wase groaned as he felt something jump onto the couch.

"You went out and got wasted, didn't you?" Wade didn't even make a noise. His mother was now standing, peering over the couch, and staring at the young adult. "I figured as much… I'll call your boss, you're not leaving this house for at least a day. Before you ask, yes I'll get you a bucket… hopefully you've learnt why you should moderate yourself when out drinking, right?" His mother asked.

"Yeah, the stuff tastes like shit and now I feel like shit because of it…" Wade groaned as his mother giggled.

"Well, at least you got Molly to look after you, right?" Wade's Mom asked.

After she said that, Wade felt a weight lay down on top of his chest, a doberman. The dog whined and whimpered as she squirmed forward, licking the man on the head, which elicited a grin from the man despite the pain. "Hey Molly, I bet you're feeling great that you aren't human, ain'tcha? Because you don't get to be stupid enough to drink poisonous, old grape juice," Wade said.

Molly simply wagged a tail in response, and laid her head in the crevice of Wase's neck. The man's mother shook her head, pulled her phone out, and walked out of the room. For a few hours, Wade and Molly laid on the couch together, the latter licking the former on the head occasionally, which helped with the migrain that had left Wade in pain.

The next thing Wade knows, he wakes up in the middle of the night, Molly was sleeping on the other side of the couch, her head on an arm rest, and didn't look like she'd wake up anytime soon. 'I'm probably having a hangover dream…' Wade thought as he put on some slippers and stepped outside his house. The house was in a small suburb, houses that all looked very similar save for color, but were spread out from each other.

For some reason, the specific road Wade's home was on, was on a 40 miles per hour road. As for why, Wade couldn't guess; he just knew he lived here. So instead of questioning the questionable choice for a limit or the lack of safety in it, Wade just went on not questioning it. He sat on the curve and stared up at the night sky, without a care in the world, and simply enjoyed the peace and quiet of it all.

While sitting idly, Wade pulled his phone out, swiped through the home screen a couple times, and laid his eyes on an app he hadn't opened in years. Sitting there, in a folder hidden in an obscure spot on his phone, sat an app with the Pokeball for a logo. It was Pokemon Go, Wade had long since stopped playing the game; since it was just kind of boring.

"Eh, why the fuck not? It slows my phone down because of the auto-updates, so surely they must've made it fun somehow, right?" Wade asked as the phone began to heat up as the app was opened. To his surprise, there was already a pokemon in the area, so he got up and started walking towards where the app said it was.

It didn't take him long, it was only a block away, did he actually get to have a chance at catching whatever it was. A Houndour, a shiny one, was now on his screen. Wade shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know Houndour were in Pokemon Go, let alone shiny pokemon, but he supposed tonight was his lucky night. "Man, if I still played Pokemon, this would be really cool…" he tossed a Pokeball at the right moment and caught it.

After catching the Houndour, Wade figured it was time to go back inside his home, as it was getting really late. Wade was crossing the street, while keeping his eyes on Pokemon Go(he was admiring the shiny he had just caught). Suddenly he heard the sound of tires grating against cement, he looked up from his phone and saw a pair of headlights.

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Wade groaned as he woke up, this time in the middle of a forest, he was laying on some fresh grass. His entire body ached, like something rammed into it at full speed, and he still felt a bit hungover. "Man… where the hell am I? My boss is gonna kill me for missing a day, and then being late!" He panicked and got to his feet.

On the ground was his phone, which had a wallet-phone case, so at least he had a way to call for help. He reached down to pick the phone up, and began to call his Mom. After five minutes of constant trying, checking his reception, and trying 911? He realized his phone wasn't going to be of much use. He sighed and hunched over in defeat. "Well, guess I'll start walking. I'll find my way out eventually, right?"

Wade jumped when he heard a bird take off from a tree, only to start being a bit confused… The bird looked an awful lot like Pidove, an early game bird pokemon from Pokemon Black and Pokemon White. "I think this is my sign to also stop staying up so late," Wade mused as he felt something in his pocket. It was like somebody slipped a ping pong ball full of lead in it, so it wasn't his phone.

"Patrat?" Wade looked up, entirely forgetting the ball in his pocket, and saw a pokemon. Not just any Pokemon, but Patrat, which was some rodent from Unova… where it could only naturally be found in Unova. "What the hell…" Patrat held up a blueberry, which was much larger than any blueberry Wade's ever seen… "If I'm not dreaming, then this is an Oran Berry right?"

He shrugged, his chest hurt like hell anyways, so he figured it was worth a shot. Wade grabbed the berry and ate it, which surprisingly just tasted like a sweet blueberry, and his headache and body ache began to die down just like magic. "Thank you, Patrat," Wade patted the rodent on the head, received a sound that sounded like a bark, and Patrat ran off. "Well, I tasted the berry… so I can't be dreaming, right?" Wade asked.

Wade then remembered the round, ball-like object in his pocket. He then reached in, pulled it out and blinked a couple times. "Why do I have a Pokeball?" Wade asked. He shrugged and chucked it at the ground, light emitted from the ball, and a silhouette slowly began to take form. After the last of the light escaped the ball, the Pokeball flew back into Wade's hand.

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Houndour began to blink as he was released from his Pokeball. Just a moment ago, he was staring down a trainer, ready to maul said trainer for even thinking they could catch him. Unfortunately the human was a bit too quick for the canine, and he was captured.

Now, he stared at a human who looked nothing like the one that had captured him, but the human smelled a lot like his captor. "Whoa…" the human knelt down and extended his hand. "Hey Houndour, nice to meet you," the human greeted. Houndour snarled at the human and snapped at the offered hand.

Just because this was now his human, it didn't mean he had to enjoy said human's company. Sure, he wasn't about to kill his new trainer, but he wasn't about to allow himself to be petted.

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Wade stared at the Houndour before him, it was a shiny one, which was now glaring at him. Despite the look Houndour was giving him? Wade still thought that the dog-like pokemon, and wanted to reach out to pet it. "Whoa…" Wade stared in wonder as the dog's coat shone and sparkled when sunlight breached through the trees and landed on it.

The Pokemon games, especially the ones with 3d models, never truly did any pokemon justice. Sure, you could tell that a pokemon was supposed to be a thing, but compared to what he saw with Houndour, now that he could get a good look at a pokemon(patrat left too soon for him to notice), and what he saw was wonderful. Wade could make out each strand of fur on the canine, how sharp its teeth were. How the bone-like structures on Houndour shined, how powerful its muscles were.

Instead of the typical black and orange you'd find on a Houndour, the Houndour before him had a blue(ish) coat with an orange underbelly. Sure, the reasons for why Wade was now in possession of a shiny pokemon was questionable, but he wasn't worried about it for the time being. First, he wanted to try and pet it.

"Hey Houndour, nice to meet you," Wade reached out. "My name's Wade," he greeted. There were many things on his mind, but for now that could wait, he wanted to get acquainted with what was essentially his only partner in this strange new world. "I'm not sure how good of a trainer I'll be, but I hope that we can be good friends- Whoa! What the hell?"

Wade flinched and pulled away, Houndour just snapped at him. "What the hell, Houndour? I just wanna pet you!" Wade sighed. He figured this was how life would go if he were a trainer. Just one pokemon, a pokemon that probably hated him, that(at least what he thought) had just caught in Pokemon Go.

"I just want to pet you, you're a really pretty Houndour."

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"I just want to pet you, you're a really pretty Houndour." Houndour tilted his head at those words. Of course a human would resort to flattery just to touch him, but the human did look a bit hurt after being snapped at. It was like things like this usually happened. "Can I please pet you?" The human asked, reaching out towards him again.

Houndour growled, before nodding. Despite his earlier… disagreement with being a human's pet, he figured he might as well try to get along. Sure, he might not have to be friends, but he could at least get along with his new trainer… who said his name was Wade. Wade happily reached out and began petting Houndour right between the ears… Houndour could see just how much his trainer's mood had improved.

For some reason, it made Houndour feel… warmer than usual. Like seeing a smile on his trainer's face made his day. Houndour sighed, he was already getting attached and it hadn't been more than five minutes of actually interacting with his trainer. "You're so cute!" Wade let out a manly squeal, and pulled Houndour onto his lap, much to the dog's surprise.

This elicited a surprised yelp out of Houndour, and he would've nipped his trainer for surprising him, but then Wade said something that made Houndour melt. Wade began to start rubbing and applying pressure on Houndour's shoulder, pushing and releasing; it was a massage. "This feels nice…" Houndour bleated as Wade continued to massage him.

"So this is all the hype about having a trainer? Well, I suppose… we can be friends," Houndour said to nobody in particular. Houndour now realized, despite his resolve in not liking his trainer, that he was doomed to loving said human.

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Wade smiled as Houndour melted in his lap, it hadn't settled into him that he could never see Molly, his dog, ever again. He was just a happy little twelve year old that was placed into a toy shop… Wade was living his twelve year old dream, except instead of a Charizard, it was a Houndour he was petting.

"Alright buddy, let's get moving. I got no clue where we are, but I think we should get moving," Wade lifted Houndour up, who was about as heavy as a doberman pup, so he just opted to carry the canine with little from to no protests from Houndour. "We're gonna find a town and… make sense of where we are," Wade said as he began to aimlessly wander around the forest.

So, I was really inspired by Borne of Caution(hands down one of the greatest Pokemon Fanfiction on the site), and wanted to have a shot at this. You can probably guess what region this is gonna take place in. Now, I'm not so sure how accurate my description of Pokemon Go was, since I've never played it. I also won't be going into ptsd stuff like Borne of Caution, but I do have an idea.

I also hope that this first chapter can even come close to Borne of Caution in terms of quality.