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MarioLucarioFan64

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PLEASE NOTE THAT ALMOST EVERYTHING (except the fact that I’m a Riolu) IN THIS BACKSTORY IS FAKE!!!

People start to think I’m insane because I say I’m a Riolu. People start to think I’m weird. But that’s not true. I really am a Riolu. People also start to think and even said I’m not a Riolu... But look at me. *ahem* I am MarioLucarioFan64, originally called Joshua by my parents. My parents are both a Lucario. My mom’s name is Amy, my dad’s name is Bruce. And they have a wonderful life together. I, myself, have a good life too... Spending it with my parents, I guess. *ahem* I should start with telling about my life...

When I was born, my parents named me Joshua. I was a bit too small when I was born, but that might change... I hope. Anyway, when I was born, dad was happy, mom was happy, everyone was happy... Except for grandpa. He found it a waste of mom’s money. Grandpa was my mom’s father, my dad’s parents are... well... not on this planet anymore. But mom and dad celebrated that they had a boy, which was me. They invited some friends to come. And every time mom talked, I was calm. I just loved her calming voice.

When I was 1 year old, I apparently could walk pretty early. I couldn’t walk very well back then, but I tried anyway. I also explored the house. And I found cool things, weird things, funny things, scary things... A lot of things. Like our cat. Her name was Pumpkin and was a very calm cat. A bit lazy, if you’d ask me. But Pumpkin didn’t like strangers very well, so she had to get used to me at first. I also discovered what hobby dad had: Making and editing photos of landscapes and other artistic things. Which was also why he was away from home most of the day. My mom didn’t really have a hobby or job: She had to take care of me. Once, I found out that the washing machine’s pretty scary. And my mom wanted to show the laundry room, but I sort of refused. She showed it anyway, resulting into me being scared.

When I was 3 years old, I could talk a bit. Not really a lot, but I could say some things. I could walk better and even tried to run. But every time I ran forward, I struggled. My mom always said I had to walk in the house, but I was so weird to do run anyway. Also, each time I had to go to sleep, my mom tuck me in and gave me a kiss on my forehead. And she did that every time. But once, she noticed I was getting more scared of the dark and gave me a little rabbit plushy. “This plushy was mine once... Take good care of Robin!” she said. I will refuse to forget this, because I hugged Robin so tight... We had a click already. And after that, I was less scared of the dark. Thanks, mom!

When I was 4 years old, I went to school for the first time. Geez, I was very nervous. New place, not at home... And unknown people. I was worried about mom and dad. Who are these people? My teacher was as old as dad was back then: 31 years old. Her name was Anna, and I still can remember her kindness really clearly. She knew I was autistic, so she had to do her job different thanks to me. Still, she was very kind. One day, we made a doll-like figure from nuts in the woods. Everyone did, but I was always the one who needed help. I enjoyed my time there. Finally, once my school year was over, I cried because I wasn’t in Anna’s class anymore. It was horrible to leave Anna’s class.

When I was 5 years old, I became more used to Robin. Robin was my little buddy. And once, I took Robin with me to my class on school. My year in my second class was over and I returned to the classroom Anna was in first... But she wasn’t my teacher. A lady named Nina was my teacher, she was 4 years older than Anna was. She had a darker skin color, but she wasn’t black. Nina was a bit more severe, but I still liked my time in her classroom. Nina always did fun things with us instead of doing everything according to plan. However, after our (My classmates and me) year was over, Nina got fired. What does that mean, fired? Oh well...

When I was 5,5 years old, mom told dad they were expecting another baby. I was getting a sibling. Mom and dad told me too, of course. I remember I reacted... eh... not so happy: I cried and yelled “I don’t want a brother!”. But who knew what it was going be back then?

When I was almost 6,5 years old, mom and dad were at the hospital. I needed a babysitter, so they asked the neighbors. They had a child themselves too, so they knew how it worked. And a few days later, mom and dad picked me up from the neighbors and we went inside the house. I’ve met my sister Tiffany back then. And I must admit: She was pretty cute and I was with her a lot. I promised mom and dad i would protect her, with everything i have and can.

When I was 7 years old, I started to sleep alone some more, without Robin. Mom watched me when I fell asleep, so I didn’t have to worry at all. But I didn’t see dad a lot. That indeed worried me. Dad never saw me playing with my toys, didn’t saw me going from class to class... I hope he’s alright. Also, I’ve met a girl who lives next door. She was 1 year younger than I was, and her name was Elisa. My parents and I were the only Pokémon around, so I hoped she didn’t care about that. I became her first friend, as she only lived next to us since 2 weeks ago. She was very shy, of which I can understand: New place, new people... Elisa had dark-blonde hair, mostly wearing in a long ponytail. She had blue eyes and she had freckles. And looking at her clothes, she liked the color red. Elisa invited me for birthday parties, special events and even just for a walk. Yep, we became best friends.

When I was 7,5 years old, my mom told me something creepy but important... She also wished it could wait, but no... She told me about life and death. “Josh, I know this is hard to understand, but life will end... And...” She was stressed when she said that. She was confused about something, but what was it? I didn’t had to wonder that long, though...

When I was 8,5 years old, we were at the funeral of my grandpa, who died because of cancer. He had cancer a pretty long time, since I was 3. He left $10,000 behind for mom and dad. They were glad grandpa didn’t gave it to uncle Derek, who would waste it right away. But grandpa was close to mom, so she was very, very sad when that happened. Tiffany (Who was 2 years) didn’t knew what was wrong with mom. But I knew it, and I was sad as well. Dad couldn’t come, he was on his way from France though. Apparently, he had a meeting there. Dad became important in France because he is one of the co-owners from a fairly popular company. So he had to travel there a lot.

When I was 9 years old, Elisa was 8 years old. It was winter and it was Christmas. Dad finally had enough time to stay at home... Because we are his family. And dad brought us a gift: One for mom and one for me. My mom got a plain golden ring with two hearts on it. She was happy and hugged dad. And dad had a ring like that too. But what did I got, you may ask? A brand new gaming console! It had a weird name: A Nintendo Wii. I could barely announce it. And Tiffany got something too: She got a new plushy. That plushy was Robin, who was mine first. But I agreed that I was getting too old for Robin... We had good times together. And Elisa was there too. Together, with us and her parents.

When I was 10 years old, I encountered my first bully on school. His name was Kurt and was a 12-year old boy who was in my class. He was pretty popular, though. And from all schoolmates, he picked me. Kurt did several of things: Letting me struggle by purpose, spitting on my schoolbooks and saying I drooled, calling me names... And more bad things. Elisa was on the same school, but she was in a grade lower than me. She was 9 years, so that’s why. Once, Kurt gathered some friends to ‘inspect’ my schoolbag. Actually, he ate up my lunch and said I gave it to him. He also destroyed my stuff I needed for school. And every time I went home, I didn’t tell mom. Tiffany couldn’t help either, she’s 3,5. So I had to live with it.

When I was 11 years old, Kurt did enough bad things to do something worse than everything else: To fight me. Kurt was 13 and almost going to another grade. In a few weeks, he would. So apparently, he wanted to beat me up before going. He attracted me to the biology room from the school by letting one of my friends say there’s someone there for me. Well, he succeeded. He punched me really hard and was literally beating me up. He wasn’t joking. I could feel his hate towards me in every single punch/kick I received. Finally, after I laid on the ground from the pain, I could barely breathe. “She’s mine, you hear me? Mine!” he said when leaving. What the hey did he mean with that? Who is ‘she’? I knew he was staring at some girl in my class for a while, but I wasn’t in love with the same girl. I wasn’t in love with anyone yet. Anyway, I returned home, full with bruises and wounds. Mom gasped and asked me what happened. And then I told the entire story. She became mad that I didn’t tell her earlier. But she was glad I told her anyway. She contacted the teacher and told the whole story. The teacher asked Kurt and he denied, the teacher said. My mom was getting furious. “Hey, or you take care of this, or Bruce will! And he’s not so friendly towards bullies!” Yep, mom was seeking revenge, apparently.

When I was 12 years old, Kurt left the school after 3 weeks. He no longer bullied me or called me names. Not even when teachers don’t look. Was I invisible to him? Oh well, it’s over now. But Elisa was put in my class when another year started. We were very happy to have each other in that creepy class. Frank Hudson. That was the teacher’s name and last name. Frank was a bit old, but didn’t have a lot of grey hair. He was 45 years old. Frank was very severe and didn’t knew I was autistic until 4 months later. But he wouldn’t really care: A good student is a good student. Anyway, Frank noticed Elisa and I mostly talk to each other instead of making our homework and stuff. He punished us when he caught us, and we had to stay on school longer, writing ‘I must not talk during the English lessons and History lessons’ 100 times. But once, we got caught but Frank had too much things going on. That was because a schoolmates fainted and he had diabetes. And at the same time, other teachers were sick. It was a winter where a lot of people were sick at home. Including 6 teachers. Elisa and I were getting closer each time we were making contact. Elisa didn’t had her hair in a ponytail or anything now. You could see her long, dark-blonde hair. Elisa once asked me where I came from, as I look like a wolf. I said “Haha, I’m a Riolu!” But she didn’t knew what a Riolu was... I asked her if she knew what Pokémon were. She said yes. That made it a lot more easier to describe. Elisa was 11 and knew a lot. She had a pretty high IQ. She mostly told me about things I didn’t knew about. I told her I was a Pokémon, and she was surprised. I also said my parents are also Pokémon, a Lucario to be exact. She knew what a Lucario was. But I promised mom and dad to keep it secret. Elisa can keep secrets, though. We sat on the swings, which were part of the schoolyard.

When I was 13 years old, Tiffany was 6,5. She was very active and had a lot of friends. But she knew what danger was too. And she always ran up to me and said “Big brother, help!” and then what the problem was. I always helped her, but there’s a time where she has to take care of herself. But what about me? Well, I was in the puberty, so I was pretty touchy. Mom once even asked me if I could help preparing the table for dinner. Result: I became mad and hostile, saying “You can do that yourself, so why would I help?!” She was still calm. She asked me it again. I said “Stop repeating what you say!” I ran up to my room. I said “I hope you...”... Well... Actually, it’s too horrible to say. But my mom didn’t believe her Lucario ears. She looked at me and became mad too. She grounded me or something, and I became so mad that I ran to my parents their room and made their bed dirty by jumping on it. My mom stopped me and tried to calm me. And then I did something I regret every time I say it... Ugh... I punched mom in her face. I slapped her arms like four times. I did that by purpose, so that she released me. She cried when she saw and felt that. Then I walked away from home. I saw Elisa outside with her parents. They were going to the park. I was following them, to check what they were doing. But Elisa was just going to the lake to feed the ducks. She saw me and said “Joshua! What are you doing this late?”. It indeed was getting dark. It was 19:56 PM, spring. I said “I walked away from home...” We were discussing what happened, and Elisa’s mother helped me too. They were surprised to hear that I was beating up mom. And I regret that my entire life. Finally, after 1 hour of discussing, I went back home with Elisa and her parents. Mom wasn’t very happy to see me, but let me in anyway. He was still crying a bit. “Josh... *sob* Please, go to your room.” She said. I went to my room, I wanted to obey now. I wanted to behave properly now.

When I was 15 years old, Elisa and I were going to school. As always. Elisa was smiling to me all the time and was staring at me. At my red eye color. At my furry chest. At... me, overall. I was wondering why. So I asked her it. “Ehh... Why do you stare at me like that? Heh heh...” She didn’t say anything. Her friend Veronica (as old as I am) knew what was going on. She was mostly playing games on her mobile phone. Elisa said “Tell him...” to Veronica. Veronica indeed told why Elisa did that. Aside from us, there was another boy in the bus that took us to school. He was always lonely and I even asked him to do something with me. He refused. He always was staring outside. No one knows why. But I asked Veronica “What’s wrong with Elisa?”. Veronica said “Joshua... Isn’t it obvious? She loves you, she has feeling for you!”. And I didn’t knew what I just heard. My best friend for life... loves me, a Pokémon that doesn’t even look like a human? For what happened now, we were lucky the bus driver didn’t saw us. But she came closer to me, pushed me backwards slowly and... kissed me. Veronica: “Guys... Please...” I pushed Elisa back up and said her name. She said “Yes?”. She giggled. She was lovey dovey with me, but I had to disappoint her. Ugh, but she’s my friend, I can’t tell her I don’t love her... There’s a chance that I even lose her as a friend! I was desperate. She can’t date me, but I can’t disappoint her. Elisa looked at me. She was looking less happy. In fact, she looked like her patience is running out. Elisa said “Well?”. And I said “Ugh... Elisa... I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but I’m a Pokémon. And you can’t just date a Pokémon... Right?” I remember Veronica yelling something and the driver looked behind. The driver was a he and asked me what’s going on behind him. He was 60% deaf, but still may and can drive. I said “Uh... We’re just playing a game...”. He said “Hm.” and focused on the road again. Elisa, meanwhile, was getting sad. She cried and turned away from me. Veronica said “Nice job, Josh. Now her heart is broken thanks to you. Happy?”. I indeed noticed that, but I surely wasn’t happy. I tried to lay an arm over Elisa, but she punched me in my face and yelled “Leave me alone!” to me. The driver stopped the bus next to the highway and asked us what’s wrong. I tried to make up something, but the lonely boy finally opened his mouth. His name was, according to some people, Leroy. Leroy said the truth, about what he heard from us. The driver said “Elisa, come sit next to me. If that’s true, then I don’t put you in such danger.”. Danger?! WHAT THE HEY! I’m not...

Now that I’m 16 years old... I still enjoy life with my mom, my dad, my 9,5 year old sibling Tiffany (who is on my school too) and... That’s it. Elisa moved with her parents to another city, and I never had the chance to say sorry to her. I feel horrible when thinking of last year. But I’m okay: I have friends and family around me, so... Probably, when i'm older, first of all i'll be a Lucario, my mom says. And second, i think i'd live my life happy.

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