Pokemorph Academy

Prologue

"Hey Freak!"

A 15-year old teenager turned towards the source that called out to him. Something hard collided against his face. The object broke apart and splattered its contents onto his face.

A chicken egg... Seriously? The teenager thought. He let off a groan as his attempts to wipe the messy stuff off his face. Sure enough, he could a feel at least a dozen more eggs splattered on his clothes consisting of a black, sleeveless hoodie half-unzipped, revealing a white undershirt, his pair of blue jeans, white trainers and a black cap worn inverted.

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Hi there. You're probably wondering what's going on here. Let me introduce myself. My name is David Konoko. I'm currently living in Accumula Town of the Unova region in a small apartment. As to why eggs are being thrown at me, well...

First off, (how do I put this?) I can combine or morph with my Pokemon. That is it. I'm not completely sure how did it happens but it did. It feels kind of weird and sort of cool at first, being able to gain its special traits, moves and stats and appearance as well, but with the constant criticism I receive on a daily basis, I stopped using it a long time ago.

Unfortunately, that did little to stop it though.

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'I guess a guy just can't stroll along without having to take this crap." The teenage groaned. He was tired, hungry and in desperate need for a shower. He quickly ran off attempting to avoid the angry voices and flying eggs.

"That's right. You better run."

"Creatures like you shouldn't even exist."

"Run to the forest where you belong."

"What a FREAK!"

'Shut up! Just shut up!" I thought angrily, pressing my hands against my ears. His tired legs carried him over to a small apartment. Not bothering to greet the landlady, who walked past him, he walked up to the door, panting.

Catching his breath, David stuck his hand into his pocket, fishing out a key for the door. He slotted the key in and turned it, giving off a few clicks. He turned the knob and entered his apartment.

The apartment itself wasn't very big, consisting of only the main room and bathroom. The main room has pale yellow walls and a white floor and ceiling. A miniature kitchen resides at a corner with a miniature oven, a few cupboards, a sink and a few plates on the counter. There was a foldable couch at the centre with a small wooden table in front of it with a small laptop on it.

David felt something shaking in his pocket. He reached for it and pulled out small sphere that's displays a red colour on the upper part of the sphere and the bottom a part was white colour. A black line was placed at the centre with a white button. David pressed the button and it expanded.

"Alright pal, I'll let you out now."

David pressed the button and the sphere opened with a 'pop' sound and a red energy emerged from the sphere. This red energy settled down on the table and revealed its true form.

The creature is relatively short at a height of 80cm. It has a large pink head reminiscent of a helmet, adorned with green stripes, a black star-like marking or hole on the front, and a swirled shape in the back, with its eyes in a shadowed crevice giving the appearance of an annoyed pout. The rest of its body consists of blue, segmented cloth-like tufts, with ribbon-like extensions at the top of its back.

The creature's crossed its arms, staring at its trainer who raised his hands, an annoyed look on his face and sighed.

"Look, Actaro. I know how much you hate being in there but I think that we'll get more unnecessary attention if they see us."

The creature relaxed its posture, glancing at his trainer. Noticing the stains and bits of egg shells on him, an apologetic look appeared on the creature's face and resorted to something that could relief his trainer from the stress: slipping under his clothes and crawling over his upper body.

David tried to hold back the ticklish feeling as his Pokemon crawled on his bare body but let's off a chuckle.

"All right Actaro. That's enough." The creature lets of a nod and jumped of his trainer onto the table.

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This is my only Pokemon and my best friend, an Accelgor, or 'Actaro' as I like to call him. We met at Route 8 when he was a Shelmet and when I was just 8 years old. We quickly enjoyed each other's presence. He's a bit stubborn but he's overall a good friend to have. Like me, Actaro was not well-accepted among the other Pokemon and would often get attacked for it. Unlike me, he's still under the impression that morphing us together is cool and would often bug me into doing it again. Of course, I wouldn't agree to it

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"Alright, Actaro, I'm gonna take a shower now." With that David left for the bathroom.

The Accelgor stretched its body, feeling relief overcome his small cooped up in that metal ball did little to appeal him, which led to his resentment to pokeballs. He's in the mood to run around and that's just what he did.

The Pokemon jumped about freely, although he was careful to avoid any objects on the way. He would also jump onto the walls, which is relatively easy thanks to his 'Sticky Hold' ability.

A series of bangs came out of nowhere; startling the Pokemon and making it lose its momentum. Panicking, Actaro flailed about as his body slammed onto the wall and slid down to the floor.

"Hey kiddo, rent's due tomorrow. You better have your money ready or I'm gonna kick your sorry ass outta here."

The Accelgor peeled his face off the wall; he was still giddy from that crash earlier. He rubbed his head, attempting to ease the pain.

Instead, however, it got worse and it also has a weird effect on him as well. He could hear voices, three voices to be exact, in his head although he couldn't decipher what they're talking about aside from that fact that we're arguing.

"Look. I got this," One of the voices, the loudest of the three, spoke, "I don't need you idiots interfering and messing it up like you both always do." There was silence, but only for a moment. "I'm terribly sorry about that, Sir. I'm here to inform you that you and your trainer has been qualified for the Pokemorph Academy. We've kept an eye on the both of you and confirmed that you have carried the Gijinka ability. In the academy, there will be other students and their Pokemon that carry the same ability like your trainer and yourself. We can help you train to improve these abilities. Tomorrow, we will send one of our teachers to come over to your area to test your abilities. There, your trainer can inform us on where he wants to join or not. Please, be sure to inform your trainer about this. We've tried to reach your trainer but he seems to have a lot on his mind so I don't want to add any more stress to him. Have a nice day...there, that's how you inform your...

The message was cut off, not that the informant had anything else to say.

Actaro thought about what he heard. An academy for people and Pokemon like him and his trainer? The thought seemed almost too good to be true. Should he inform his trainer? What if the message was faked? The Pokemon continued to ponder.

This was cut short as David emerged from the bathroom. He changed his attire to a black, sleeveless shirt with orange line at the centre and around the v-neck area and a black pair of knickerbockers.

"Actaro, was that the landlady?" The Pokemon nodded.

"She wants me to pay the rent?" The Pokemon nodded again

David sighed and pulled out his wallet from his pocket. He opened it and looked through his contents.

"I honestly don't think I can be able to pay for it again," David sighed again, "I still can't find a job and nobody wants to help me. My Arceus, this is so frustrating!" The teenager placed his hands on his head and collapsed on the sofa, hoping to will his frustrations away though sleeping.

The Accelgor looked at his trainer pitifully, forgetting what happened earlier. He hopped slowly, wanting to comfort his trainer. However, with all that jumping he's been doing and colliding against the wall, he felt the need to rest his body to recover himself and regain his strength. He climbed onto his trainer and rests his body on his chest and fell asleep.

Author's notes:

Ok. There's the first chapter for my story. It's gonna be an OC story. I'll only accept OCs via PM. I'll add the template for the OC on my profile as soon as possible.

Until then, farewell for now.