CHAPTER 1
“Heuh, hueh” I yawn loudly, two shallow tears run down my dark spotted eyeline. Slowly they run down my coat of fur, eventually arriving at the floor of my metal cage.
I sigh depressedly, ever since a truck ran me over I’ve been stuck in this laboratory. I was about to catch a dragonite on Pokemon Go too. In this lab I am not a scientist, I am a lab rat. A large acid barrel and a compost filled with bones sit in the corner; apparently one of many.
But a successful experiment nonetheless, since I’ve stayed alive for at least a month, nowadays time passes me effortlessly. The scientist here is a beheeyem, a brown colored powerful alien pokemon. I am not sure how powerful but it can bend metal with a wave of its hand and restrain all my movements.
The type of experiments it commits on me are quite cruel, I had a roommate next to me, he was a hippopotas. He was experimented on with needles to test his organs, it pushed his body to its limits, and something went wrong inside. He died of it in his cell, must have been some organ failure, when he stared into my eyes as he laid there I believe I saw intelligence behind his pupils. I used to ponder if I am alone as an intelligent pokemon except for the alien, it’s likely not. I just haven’t found any evidence yet or a way to communicate with any. By Arceus I miss having something to talk to.
Whenever I get experimented on by the alien pokemon it psychically tells me what it wants me to do, it’s not words I just understand the psychic wave and its purpose. Most of the experiments I undertake are injections of different DNA's. I've heard from its psychic waves that my body is unstable and form is anomalous. That he has to experiment on me before it stabilizes, often talking about a “mothership” and desperately about higher status or promotions, a bit like a cold war film alien and office worker.
Sometimes I ask myself; of what use are the experiments? Will the world end? Will there be a “War of The Worlds” ? I snicker at my own joke, I try not to make things too serious, even in my past life I didn’t take people seriously.
*Creaaaak….* The sound of the entrance door opening catches my attention, my precious demeanor fades away within a moment and the depressing nature of the lab overtakes me like all other days. My positive view of life has become degraded ever since I reincarnated to the lab.
In floats (not walks) the alien pokemon who is wearing a brown coat. His arms end in large nubs with 3 glowing pads colored red green and yellow, and his small stubby legs are hidden beneath the coat. His green eyes that sit on a trapezoid head attempt to lock with mine but I avoid eye contact. I stare at the black patterns on its head. I identify it as a Beheeyem.
It passes the shelf I and many others are on, and floats to the other side of the room, it keeps all of its science and technology there. It keeps several different brains in jars, using concoctions of fluids and powders to experiment on them. I don’t immediately throw my stomach open at sight, I’ve already been stuck here for a month and grown used to the sight.
I lay down on my stomach, my coat of fur is zig-zagged patterned and varies between a dark low saturated brown and clear white, but it is dotted with mismatched spots or different colors, and is also dotted with patches of empty fur. My ears end in tufts of fur and hear very well, my eye line is black and looks like a thin mask, I am a zigzagoon, mostly.
I’ve grown attached to having a tail; it is convenient as a pillow, although at first it felt disorienting; the added weight left my sense of balance off. Even though I have grown acclimated to my new environment I still yearn for the outside world.
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Running around at the speed of sound, grass crunching under my feet, I feel sparks light a fire in my soul. Oh to live that way; paradise for me, maybe that is affected by me being a zigzagoon now, but not like I care.
When I get out I will run a million miles through far stretching grasslands and up mountains, even if it is the last thing I’ll do. I won't be forgotten rotting in a rusted cell, borne with no purpose to even know. My steps feel lighter, and my mind sharper after that speech.
*** (This is a time skip.)
“EEE III UUU OOO EEE YYY … ” The sound is worse than nails on a chalkboard and it echoes throughout the room, seemingly supernaturally. I can’t bear it, it sends me through a roller coaster of emotions. I claw at my ears, howl and yell, and tackle my cage. Pleasurable pain overpowers my sense of sound, calming me slightly.
By accident I knock my cage off the shelf and the lock on the cage breaks, a gray glow appears on my tufts of fur before I tackle open the cell. A transparent pane appears, it reads.
Level increased from 1 -> 2
HP 11+2 -> 13
Atk 5+1 -> 6
Def 5+1 -> 6
Spec Atk 5+1 -> 6
Spec Def 5+1 -> 6
Spd 6+1 -> 7
Status: Healthy
Name: Evert
Ability: Unawakened
HP: 13/13
Moves:
Extreme speed; 0,00
Tackle; 0,00 -> 0,05
I look at the beheeyem who is on the ground struggling to shape its energy, it looks at me and seems to smile deeply. I struggle to walk away but the beheeyem catches me. Then the door starts shaking, which worries the beheeyem.
The beheeyem dispels the sound with its energy just before the door shatters into a million pieces and in walks a yellow pokemon with brown armor and horns. It’s wearing a dark blue uniform like some police or ninja and wearing ear puffs and holding spoons, which it immediately uses to coalesce a psychic energy beam to attack the alien pokemon. I recognise it as an alakazam while it starts to form a new move.
The beheeyem is forced to block the beam, due to the beam lingering a long while in the air, it gives enough time for the alakazam to release a wave of electricity, strangely I didn’t feel the buildup of energy beforehand. But I do feel the beheeyem rustle lightly and its arms seem to lose their strength, but it hasn’t thrown in the towel.
It cloaks me and it in a mantle of sorts isolating us inside, the beheeyem gets almost dragged out by the Alakazam but the mantle conforms to it. Fortunately it does get dragged out of the mantle leaving a gaping hole in it, so I rush to the exit out of the mantle. I and my body struggle with all our might, veins open all over my body and blood sprays out of them. My heart beats like a drum, barely supplying the oxygen needed to power my already exhausted body.
My future's right in front of me, the plains, the gr- FLASH! Absence of light overtakes my view, before changing to a view of space, minus all the planets instead it is just stars and from them patterns. I can’t move at all, my whole body’s limp.
Finally a literal crack in space swallows me and dumps me on a bed of snow. It acts and feels quite nice. The soft snow that separates my head from the ground is like a cool pillow, my eyes seem to agree this is a optimal bed as my body struggles to keep them open. After falling from a space crack I finally take a moment to rest, rest that I desperately need.
***
Groggily waking up I yawn on my back, I notice the change in environment from a old iron floor to cushioning snow. The floodgates of last day's memory blast open, from the alakazam saving me, to the beheeyem, to me being an artificial pokemon. Neatly and reassuringly my veins or arteries have closed, thank arceus for the increased recovery speed else I would currently be speaking with him. I ponder about my un-sensitivity to the electric energy but I know I have larger priorities.
I need shelter and food, and a companion too would be nice. A cold breeze passes me making me shudder in response. ‘I am not built for the arctic.’ I start prowling the snow covered plains, zig zagging along in my chosen direction.
The fresh air, the beautiful sun, and the actual outside fills me warmly and makes me feel all fuzzy inside. ‘It’s not a lot yet but now I’ve laid the groundwork for a free future.’ It makes me feel slightly more certain and improves my mood. The future now felt great, no longer did I worry about a future enclosed in a lab, or worry about worrying about such a future.
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