Pokémon are considered to be great companions for anyone, whether you have a preference for a specific type or not. Anyone can find the pokémon that's right for them. However, after your pokémon companion went missing, you've been all by yourself since then. It isn't until you sneak a ride to Alola that your life begins to get interesting in your desperate search for your pokémon. This story is mainly aimed for transmen, so apologies to anyone not male-oriented in terms of gender. Also, there will be themes of suicide and self harm, so I will place warnings when needed. (All this takes place in some other timeline for Sun & Moon where Team Skull disbands before the actual story so don't ask) Cover credit is from the Pokémon Adventures manga