LOOOONG TIME NO SEE. I'M ALMOST DONE WITH MY DEGREE SO I'VE GOT A LITTLE SPARE TIME ON MY HANDS TO WRITE. THIS IS A SMALL ONE BUT AN UPDATE AND START OF UPDATES NONETHELESS. ENJOY BOIS.

"If it's true, what you say about your father, what do you think makes him act in this manner?" The man asked. The buttons of his vest gleamed from the light of his shaded lamp. "What would cause such a man to act in this way, and only at home?"

"I don't know. He was never like this before mom passed."

"I've spoken to some family members of yours, they all speak well of him, as well as his foreman at work."

"I'm sure he acts normal outside of home, don't all abusive parents?"

"It just doesn't add up." The man paused briefly, he had talked to the father himself, who seemed distraught with the image his son had displayed of him. This was an unusual characteristic of truly abusive parents. Though he did have some choice words to say about his wiftru

The light flickered slightly, and the buttons reflected that. Another brownout? The man thought.

"So. Tell me about your mother."

"She was kind and loving. Always had my back. Loved Astronomy like I did, we always went out stargazing. Her favorite was the Pleiades. She got sick when dad passed away."

"You had another father? Piotr isn't your dad?"

The man who had speaking from the other side of the room paused. The room was relatively dark but confusion was visible on his face.

"Wait, no that's not right…he was alive, did she…"

The man interjected his confusion. "Your father reported to me that your mother was abusive, and that you've been suffering from various delusions surrounding your family life."

"That's WRONG! YOU'RE WRONG!" the man bellowed, throwing his confusion aside for anger.

"Restrain yourself! Or I'll call the nurse!"

The man seemed to calm, the arm restraints on him were tight enough, the nurse would just throw him around a bit or tighten them even more. "…that is wrong, you are wrong. She was a nice lady!" he fumbled his words out, hardly able to formulate what he wanted to say.

"Police reports found your mother guilty of felony neglect of a child when you were found home alone after what was believed to be 3 days when you should have been in her custody. What have you to say about that?"

"It's not real." And the man spoke no further. Rage was clear in his eyes, but also with confusion.

The older man shifted and pressed a dark brown button on his desk, it was tied to the intercom system, and he knew it too well. "He's become unresponsive again, you can take him out, his session is finished."

The scene was pulled into Harvic's vision. Fading away into a point of pale light. The darkness seemed to try and consume all vision and thought, but the light warded it away. Reaching for it he found as he strained to focus, that the light was that of a florescent bulb.

He grabbed at what was around him. Soft but warm. He was lying down, in a bed? His vision had gained clarity and he could see around him more clearly. He was infact in a hospital, but it didn't look too familiar. On the machinery next to him was a label that read:

Luthworth City Hospital Property

Tampering with or Improper use may result in legal punishment up to and including incarceration.

They had made it. They…wait…they!

As these thoughts flooding over him he was hit with a sense of anxiety. They. Where were his friends? He tried to rise from the bed but found his chest was heavy. He went to speak and found his throat sore. The memories of the previous night were hazy, but returning to him. He never remembered actually making it to the city, but here he lay, within its confines. Without his friends.

In trying to remember how he got there, the dream he had popped into his mind. It was strange, he viewed it from third person but the restrained man looked a lot like-

A Chansey walked into the room and upon seeing him exclaimed "Chansey Chan-!" and quickly ran from the room in what seemed excitement. He wish he knew what it had said. If Angela were here she would have translated it for him.

Angela. Where was she. Was she with the others? Damn. If she's with them they'll be fine. But he couldn't help but worry.

After a few moments of waiting, agonizing over the anxiety that filled him, a nurse walked into the room. "Harvic! What am I gonna do with you!?"

Confused, Harvic examined her for a moment before he recognized her face. "Ooh, hey Nurse Pam! If I had an excuse I'd be giving it to you right now but I have no clue what happened."

The nurse huffed, "Well, besides stumbling into the Pokécenter next store, yelling incoherent nonsense for a few minutes and throwing your Pokémon at the nurse there, you didn't do much else."

"Oh, well, how did I get here?"

"You stumbled into the front entrance, complimented our receptionist on her hair and fell asleep on her desk while knocking everything over on it." She spoke plainly, as if this has all happened before.

"Ah" he blushed before turning serious, "Have you seen my friends?"

"Your Pokémon are fine, they're under care next door. They've tried coming in but we can't allow Pokémon in our rooms due to safety issues." Pam frowned.

"Am I free to leave?"

"You're sick and congested but not bedridden, you should be able to get up and go but I'll need you to sign a waiver."

"Got it, do it."

Pam ran her hands through some cabinets that were near by and produced a paper for him to sign, and sitting up with some difficulty, he did so.

"Thanks again Pam."

"That's NURSE Pam to you!" She retorted half-jokingly. "Can you please try not to cause any trouble while in the city...and apologize to the Pokécenter nurse for hitting her with your Pokéballs!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I haven't caused any trouble for a while!"

"Not counting last night?"

"...yeah, not counting that."

"Get outta here!"

With some preparation and collection of materials, he set off and apologizing to the receptionist on the way out, stepped into the city.

Within that moment the smells and sounds of the city hit him, nearby food vendors cooked various meats and snacks for the everyday busybody that walked by to work. Not many cars flooded the streets as public transportation was the name of the game. Double-decker buses drove around every corner and drove slow enough that people quickly hopped on and off as it went.

Pokémon were plentiful, some travelled with human counterparts, others in packs or by themselves. He chuckled, every time he comes to Luthworth he sees at least 10 new species he had never seen before. Looking around he saw what looked like a Gardevoir but, a different color? It caught it eye and it seemed to be looking at him. After reading through his manual years ago, Harvic had studied each one of his friend's species to better take care of their needs, and in doing so, knew Gardevoirs could be male or female. In watching the Gardevoir he didn't realize his face was showing genuine curiosity.

Female.

Harvic jumped, emitting a small exclamation that he quickly felt embarrassed about. "What the hell!"

I'm a female, isn't that what you're questioning? My gender?

"More of your color" he responded, before realizing she couldn't hear him unless he was thinking it.

uh, more of your color I guess... he thought, trying to force his thoughts into the words to make it visible for the Pokémon leaning on a light pole across the busy street.

You don't have to think so hard, you're making funny faces.

Harvic gasped lightly, realizing he was uncontrollably making funny faces, getting strange looks from passerby.

You're marked.

Eh, whwha what does that mean, that's cryptic, and who are you?

Doesn't matter. The Gardevoir paused, shifting her position. Marked means a psychic Pokémon has taken a liking to you.

Well two of my best friends are psychics so yeah.

More than friends.

What? Well yeah I said Best friends not just friends.

You are dense.

And you're rude, cryptic, AND speak in three word sentences and those are my queues to leave! Get out of my head and go be creepy to someone else!

If you hurt her I will break you. You don't know who she is. What she's been through.

Fuming, Harvic stepped forward, pointing at the blue Gardevoir, "And who the hell are you to- oh you're gone." He paused, noticing he was getting more than a handful of strange glances now. "Damn that was weird as hell!" He sighed.

"Why does this stuff keep happening to me...I just want to find some kind of job and live my life with my friends. Ooooh You don't know who she iisss." He repeated mockingly. Who the heck was she even talking about, Angela? Is it because she's a Gardevoir too? Why would that thing think I'd hurt my friends.

Looking around, he couldn't spot the creeper, and quickly leapt into the nextdoor Pokécenter.

"How do I make enemies by making friends? This is stu-" The wind was knocked out of him, "Agh!"

All he could do was let out a gasp of air as he was tackled simultaneously by Angela, Joey, and Jeremy, sending them all to the floor in a happy bundle, Angelica giving a relieved sigh as she watched a few feet away.