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Garp wasn’t sure what the tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing was, but he figured it would make a good companion for Ace. The problem? I’m that tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing, and I’m actually a growlithe. Figuring out how to live in a new world with new instincts and abilities is interesting to say the least. Ace named me Captain, though I’m often called Cap, or pup, or—well, you get the idea. This is my story—our story—of growing up in the wild forests and jungles of Mt. Corvo, the trash heaps of the Terminal, and the ravines of Dawn Island.___________________________________________________ [PKMN side of things may be inaccurate for story purposes][Chronological drabble/vignette series] [Not an SI]