>be 15 living in the city
>see everyone else with pokemon but me
>people think I'll never be a trainer, and thought maybe they're right
>my friend gives me a pokeball, in case i ever meet a pokemon
>don't think much of it, head home
>six days later, walking to school
>walk through an alley cause shortcut
>get cornered by a gang of wild grimer
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>suddenly they're burned by an ember attack
>who's that pokemon?
>it's houndour!
>it came out of a dumpster
>they run off into the sewers
>this poor little guy looks dirty and hungry, see it has a collar
>take him to the address, owner said he didn't want him anymore, so he abandoned him
>the little guy tears up a bit, looks like a young pokemon
>before owner slams the door in my face, i put my foot down to stop it from closing
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>punch him square in the jaw and knock him out
>kneel down and ask if he wants to come with me
>he barks with a happy face in agreement
>take out pokeball, he presses it and goes inside
>one, two, three, yes
>become best buds, feed him and train him all the time
>in his pokeball when I'm at school, usually snoring
>a few months later, he evolves
>five years later, still bros for life
