A lone pokemon was wandering around the dark forest following the sound of a stream trying to locate the nearby water source, that pokemon was Anya.

The sun was already setting, as Anya still wandered the woods, this time her mood was much more cheerier than before. Anya has always been an avid fan of pokemon she had played almost every single pokemon game in existence her other hobbies include cosplay and plushies, she also could draw and sketch but mostly she has ever drawn are different pokemon.

Before becoming a pokemon herself Anya was studying to open her own tailor shop that mainly sold plushies and did some odd jobs like costumes and such.

Anya had finally arrived at the small stream, at first she dipped her 'hands' into the water and forgot that the sickle arms cannot be cupped like human hands could. So she did the next best thing and went to all fours and dunked her head into the stream to drink.

She lifted her head from the water feeling refreshed. The sun had finally passed the horizon, the whole forest turned pitch black. She was suddenly getting really tired, she could not see that well and just crawled under a nearby tree and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the ground.

This time the dream was not a nightmare about a wildfire, but a beautiful dream where she peacefully sold fabrics and crafts to other people, there was something odd with this dream, she just couldn't figure it out, as the dream went on for a while she saw a glimpse of herself in the mirror, what greeted her was not her human form but that of a pokemon, she looked down, her hands slowly warping to green sickles, she wobbled to stay upright as her legs transformed, a group of angry people storming her store each and every single one of them glaring at her in hate and screaming obscenities. Tears fell from Anya's cheeks 'this was not a dream, this was a nightmare'.

Morning came, Anya still laid on the ground, awake, sobbing quietly. She still inhabited the body of a monster, this time she knew which one, as the dream vividly playing in her mind, the hollow stare of red eyes glaring back at her from the mirror. She somehow knew it to be true as even without a mirror the signs were there she just had ignored them before.

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Why had she become a pokemon, why couldn't she stay a human or.. or why did she become a bug of all things, why couldn't she have become a cute fox like the Vulpix from yesterday or the elegant and beautiful Gardevoir. Even some other gimmicky pokemon would have been much better, but no, she was a bipedal bug with blades for arms... The only good thing was that she was still 'humanoid' in some way. Anya shuddered when she thought that she could have started as a Sewaddle...

Time went by and Anya had found a rhythm. She would wake up tired near the stream, forage for food, use her spare time to get used to her new body as she had slowly become accustomed to her new senses. Eat food, clean up and go to sleep crying to face another nightmare.

Days went by and Anya had noticed that the local pokemon are either extremely scarce or are actively avoiding her, she had only seen some glimpses of others every now and then.

One morning she woke up suddenly by a new feeling burning in her throat she did not know what it was, but something needed to be done quick so she did the first thing that came to her mind when something was burning, she drank the cold stream water trying to alleviate the pain, the burning reduced but was replaced by a sudden unbearable urge to sneeze. The feeling lasted for a while, until somehow it finalized in a massive sneeze, covering the ground in front of her in sticky white silk.

Anya's throat felt sore from the sudden forceful release of silk and had some silk hanging from her mouth connected to the pile in front of her. When she noticed the results of her recent action and slapped her head, she had totally forgotten that her body was that of a Leavanny and Leavanny seems to be capable of producing silk.

She sat down on a larger stone took a deep breath and... started fondling around the back of her mouth carefully with her 'hands' inspecting the odd sensation inside of herself by prodding, rubbing and what ever one could with sickle like arms do, looking for the source of the silk.

She found that at the back of her mouth was a small hole that still had a small amount of silk hanging there. She hooked her sickle gently and pulled. Her whole body jolted in an odd feeling but she found out that she had accidentally pulled too hard and the silk could be gently guided out. One thing was for sure, the burning had disappeared entirely.

After a whole day of playing around with her silk she found that the silk she produced was of a good quality, it only needed to be boiled to truly find out if it works like silk on earth. To test that out she would first need a pot and a fire... which there are none around.