Max runs down brown dazzled stairs. He was late to his school once again "fuck...fuck..SHIT-!" Yelled Max as he fell down the stairs. His mother would be pissed from him falling. "Is it alive?" "yes idiot. what do we do with it?" "Kill it!" Voices surrounded Max yet, he couldn't move; shouldn't move... "Wh...At..The...fuck..." "HOLY SHIT IT TALKS!!" "Watch it Feild.""nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope." "Magma shut." Someone picks Max up, princess carry. "I'll take him to team magma" "Hey! that's my team!" "Even better."
--------------------------------AT TEAM MAGMA BECAUSE IM LAZY--------------------------------------------------
"Let him rest." "Why should I?!" Max was on a comfortable bed: burning hot though.
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FantasyA world where are is hundreds of Teams (Hint the name <3) how did a boy like Max find himself here can he leave? (spoliers: no :() Max, a 16 year old boy who struggled talking to others manage to find himself here?...
