The pokémon. Beautiful things. In this world, the pokémon are actually people.. furry people. The poké academy was a solid and easy-going place. It was full of kind people who were willing to help you. Thats what they said, at least. It was a complete lie.

The academy was built for pokémon to find their place in the support team. There were four devisions:

•Support - Combat medics, usually plant type pokémon. •Striker - Fighters built for taking other pokémon down. Even if that meant by lethal means. •Scout - Go on secret missions and record what they see. Sometimes a spy. •Defence - Stay at base and ensure no rabid pokémon from other regions attack.

Your team was picked for you depending on what suits you best in training.

You were a loner. A nobody. Just a stupid eveelution. A dark type.

Dark types were never loved in pokémon society. Your Mother cursed you to eat a dark crystal when you were younger before she left. Your fire-type eveelution father is supportive of whatever you do,, so when you told him you were signing up for military training; he hesitated but still, he let you go.

You had no idea how to fight, use your powers. Nothing. You were beaten in school by other students, so you figured nothing here could be worse.

You step into a room full of people, when a man hands you a card.

"Room number 257."

Your room number.

You open your door, seeing two beds. Damn. The door flaps open, someone leaning against the door.