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[theubfamily]

Chapter One-The icicle fair

"Mmph..." A rather small foot stomped on the fluffy carpeted floor. "Dad!! Get uuuup!" The bossy voice came from young Tony Verdana the Kartana Who was in the process of waking up his dozing adopted father, Xander Morrison the Xurkitree. "DAD!! Get up or I'm having Granpa fart on you!" tony threatned his yellow eyes flashing with determination. A deep and gentle chuckle sounded from the messy bed. "Ok ok i'm up, i'm up!" Xander rose, his blue hair falling in his good eye. "You didn't need to threaten me with your grandfather's noxious gas." he said with a smile. Tony triumphantly grinned, folding his arms. "Well maybe you should have gotten up when i said so!" he teased. Xander laughed, ruffling Tony's hair. "Smart alec!" he chided, standing up and streching. "We're still going to the icicle fair today right?" Tony asked, excitement in the young kartana's voice. Xander grabbed his clothes. "Of course! I told you we were right? Sides it's my day off so what better way to spend it! Now head downstairs so i can get dressed." Tony obeyed and Xander shut his door. He streched some more then went to his window and opened the curtain. He smiled as he saw the veiw before him. It was bright outside but there was snow everywhere. The suns winter rays reflected off the snow making it seem like powdered diamonds. Xander looked at the clock. 11:00 AM. He heaved a tired sigh and took off his pajama shirt. He looked in the mirror and gave a tired smile. "You look like shit old boy." Xander teased himself, patting the bit of Dad belly he had. His tan skin was decorated in scars. Showing the battles he had been in. Meanwhile, Downstairs Casa Derlina, the Celesteela was making everyone Brunch. Tony trampled down the stairs excitedly, the steps catching Casa's Attention. "Did you wake up Dad, Tony?" she asked. "Yep! The big lug was almost sound asleep but i threatened him with grampa's farts." Tony replied giggling. "Eww..." spoke up another. Perry Caldira the Pheromosa. "Anyway i can't wait to get to the Fair today!" she said blinking her odd pink and blue eyes. "Dad said we're still going right?" she asked Tony. "Yeah!" Neesa Hardy the Nihiligo gave a soft chuckle from across the table. "I bet Perry's just excited to see all the cute girls." she teased. The fighting bug blushed embaressed at her adopted sister's remark. "Neesa shut up!" Under the long bangs was a pair of smiling bright blue eyes. "Make me~" the Jellyfish UB giggled. "Maybe i'll just...take back the cute winter hat i was making you then!" Perry said. "Oi." came a new voice. Deep and of latino origin. George Hernandez the Guzzlord. "Silencio. O al menos dejar discutir." The tired old man huffed as he walked into the kitchen. George was the one that built the home they all live in. The UB Refugee house. The kids knew a little spanish since both Xander and George talked in it alot. They knew enough to know what George had told them. "Sorry Grampa." Perry said. The large man gave his grandchild a smile. "It's ok kiddo. At least wait for the squabbles until i have my coffee." he said. Casa gave a light giggle. "It's by the fridge Abeulo!" Casa was usualy the main voice of reason in the household. She was the big sister. Then the sound of a door opening reached everyones ears. "Guys i'm home!" "Brake!!" Tony cried happily. He jumped from his seat at the table and rushed to give his big Buzzwole brother a hug. "Welcome home Brake!" Neesa smiled. Brake Denton was a delivery boy. "My last delivery just got finished so i'm off for the next few days!" Brake said cheerfully. "What's cookin Casa?" he asked. "I'm wondering the same thing." Xander Chortled as he entered the kitchen. "Dad! Good morning!" Brake said. Xander went around giving his kids hugs and kisses as Casa explained what she was making. "Eggs, bacon, sasuage, biscuits and hashbrowns." she smiled sweetly.

"Everythings done but the biscuits and the bacon." George smiled as he sipped his coffee. "Best cook in the house." he said. Perry snickered. "Hey dad remember when you tried to make lasagna for dinner?" Xanders face flushed a light blue. "Perry darling i love you but PLEASE don't remind me of that diaster...." Xander groaned. After awhile everyone sat down as casa dished out the food. "Mmph. God Casa this is great." Tony said, his mouth full of bacon. The celesteela smiled. "Thanks little brother but careful on talking with a full mouth." Neesa giggled. "Hey dad you sure are getting chubby. Are you trying to be chubby so Mr.Ob will like you more~?" The electric UB flushed a dark blue and started lowkey choking on his eggs. Ob. Vincent the toucannon or Ob as he preferred to go by, was Xander's ten year best freind. And Xander was in love with him. "Neesa that...that's not...No." he stammered. George snorted as he forked a sasuage. "Mijo i love you but your as gay as a Ho-oh." the guzzlord chuckled. Xander groaned. Soon everyone finished eating and started getting ready to go to the fair. "Dad?" Brake asked, "I think i'm gonna stay home if that's ok?" he asked nervously. Xander hugged his grown son. "That's fine brake. Your Abuelo is staying too. Besides, your old enough you have a right to make your own choices. The bashful buzzwole fiddled with his sleeve a lil. "I know i just sometimes feel better when you tell me what to do.." Xander kissed the 20 year olds forehead. "I understand son." George carefully sat in his chair proping his cane beside him. "Damn snow messes with my arthirits." ------ At the Gardela fairgrounds it was lively. There was winter games, Warm booths, attractions, every thing. Xander looked at his kids. "You all have your cellphones right?" he asked looking them over. Everyone nodded. "Ok! Then call me or one another if you get lost or need help ok?" "Yes dad!" the children answered in sync. Then at that they were off. "You got dragged here too i see eh Morrison?" Xander turned to see a smaller african american male with darkened freckles. Xander smiled as happy as a dog getting a treat. "Good to see you old freind~" xander smiled. He then reached into his big bag he was carrying and pulled out a warm blanket. "Here. I brought an extra. I heard they have buildings where its warm for those that got dragged here like us if you wanna go check it out?" Ob looked at the blanket then took it with a small smile. "Thanks. Yeah that'd be nice. Thanks Xander." Xander smiled sweetly and they started walking. "So who all came?" he asked. Ob was already wrapped up in the blanket. He grumbled. "Lyric,Diva and Rj." he said. "Mimya stayed home with Flitter." he said. "What about you?" "Casa, Tony, Perry and Neesa. My dad and brake stayed home." Xander replied. They found a warm building and slipped inside. There was hot coco and other warm treats waiting. "Ah coffee. I definetly need more coffee." the tired old toucannon said. The two old men got their cups and sat down to relax on a nice couch that was there. It was going to be quite an interesting day.

[theubfamily]

Prolouge

Ultra beasts. One of the many mysteries of the pokemon world. Their home, Ultra Space, serves as a connection between the pokemon world and another world. One where pokemon do not exist except as a video game. Pokemon who fall through the Ultra Wormholes Gain a human form. They still have accsess to their old form for defense but some loose the ability to switch. Over the years a city of PokeHumans and their children, PokeHybrids was formed. Hestolian City. A new division in the united states group, the CIA was made just to  handle PokeHuman encounters. Some PokeHumans were even employed to help relations between the races. Then...the Ultra Beasts themselves came. The first one was a guzzlord. Who eventualy Named himself George. He was found in mexico and learned Spanish then he learned English. He gave himself the full name George Hernadez. Next was a Xurkitree. Young and scared the first Ultra Beast arrival found him. He was adopted by George and named Xander Morrison. It was then with the help of George's Love Alicia the gardevoir they began a home. For all future ultra beast newcomers. Thus began the UB Refugee Home. Everything was peaceful. But not everything stays the same. Over time the place got residents. The first. A buzzwole whom named himself brake. The second a soft kind celesteela named casa. The third a kartana named tony. The fourth a pheromosa named perry and the fifth a nhiligo who called herself neesa. And this is where the tale begins.

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He didn't believe in anything. Not a God, not a superior being. If there was one, he thought sometimes, late at night, then it was a cruel one. There was too much pain in the world for it not to be anything else. It had been the "God Fearing" people who mocked him. Whose dirty words had struck him down when he was a kid. It was his skin tone, his hair color, and his shouts that he was an American, too. He was born there and raised, he was just like them.

But his father was born of a man from the Middle East and a woman who grey up with the nomadic Romani peoples that roamed Europe. They were not strangers to prosecution. They were not strangers to even the government turning against them. He used to be too short, now he was too tall, too light, too dark, too scary, too kind.

Too defensive.

"Get over it" they'd tell him and the next week it would be them who kicked him into gutters stained with tears and mascara. They told him to pray as they sewed his mouth shut with puppet strings and whipped across his back with bible verses, chanting "Muslim, Muslim, Muslim!"

They screamed at him behind barbed curtains, tearing at his skin with blue skies as their green screen saying that everything was okay and racism was dead. Pale hands tore at his clothing while words parachuted down, exploding in his mind and heart making tidal waves of his blood to the rest of his body until it stung and infiltrated the system with lies and discomforts. Restaurants kicked him to the curb, refusing his money and dragging him out back where grown men would beat him til the world turned black.

Liars haunted the day lit streets calling out a civil rise but turned their children away as he walked past.

Police men stopped him to search his clothing and force him against rough brick, forcing blood to drip in their holy water and on their sacred books. Media tried to cover it by flashing up about young boys dying in places far away and he wanted to shout that "here! Here! It was happening here!" but his cry for help fell on silicone shrapnel that came back to slice up his face and his tongue so he couldn't scream anymore.

So his eyes turned yellow and the world died.

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It came a surprise to them—and the rush of a plane ticket was avoided by the amount of money he’d slapped down on the counter… but they only had two seats left. He begged for them to let the boy sit on his lap but it wasn’t allowed.

The kid was too old.

So he stood outside and watched them go, heading back into the lobby, waiting for the next flight.

It would never come.

The area was considered dangerous, airports were shut down to stop the disease from spreading.

Five minutes before he would have left. It would have been five minutes and then he would had been off, joining his wife and son.

He didn’t participate or even stick around for the riots—managing to find a way outside and dig out his luggage and, more importantly, the dog out of the plane before going back home. Roads were being closed down but he didn’t care—driving over property and through ditches to get back to the house.

The horde came at midnight. They moaned and he held Oreo close as they banged on his windows and doors before moving on.

She called him twice but he slept through them, answering her, finally, when the sun rose to tell her that no, he wouldn’t be joining them… yet.

Not yet. But he would come, even if he had to swim across the ocean to them.

He would come.