Eelizabeth's Tale
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, Nintendo, Game Freak, or any of their affiliates, or any of the pokemon related names mentioned in this fanfic.
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"I'm home!" Elizabeth shouted as she walked through the door of her house. She was a 16 year-old, kind girl, relatively tall, about 5'6'', with brunette hair and deep blue eyes.
"How was school today?" Elizabeth's mother asked from the kitchen. Elizabeth didn't say anything, she knew that her mother knew that she didn't like school. Not that she wasn't smart, she was actually very bright, she just didn't like it. "Oh." her mother sighed.
"Where's dad?"
"Oh, he's still at work. He's doing one of those crazy projects of his."
Elizabeth groaned. Her father was a scientist, although she considered him almost a mad scientist. He always was working on something to bridge the gap between humans and pokemon , although that mostly ended in disaster. His one claim to fame was his study on pokemorphs and accelerated change into one, but he could never replicate that success on other projects. Luckily, that success alone was enough to fund their family for a long time.
Elizabeth sighed and shrugged, and she went upstairs to her room, not because she particularly liked her room, but because it was also the room of "Jolteon!" Jolteon was her pet, and had been since Elizabeth was 4. "Hey! How are you?" Jolteon barked a response. "Good! It's been miserable in school since they stopped allowing people to bring in pokemon. I'd have gone crazy by now if it weren't for Jon. You're lucky that you get to stay here all day." Jolteon gave a few happy yips.
"Elizabeth!" her mother hollered up to her "Go say hello to your father! Remember that business trip he and I are taking?" Elizabeth groaned and reluctantly made her way to the basement, which, she had to give her dad credit, had been converted into a nice lab.
She said hello to her father, surprising him. "Whoa! Oh, hi. Hey, check out what I just completed." He pulled a tarp off of something, although the tarp was unnecessary to even have been put on, had he really just finished it. "Behold!" underneath was a rather impressive machine, however, having seen so many, Elizabeth seemed unimpressed. "This may be the greatest invention since the pokeball itself! I've combined…" Her father rambled about it, but Elizabeth wasn't listening. There was something odd about the mechanism; it gave her a feeling, one she didn't like.
"Um okay, that's great, dad." She hurried upstairs, and the rest of the evening proceeded normally.
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Elizabeth was lying in bed with Jolteon, trying to shake the feeling that had stuck with her since she saw her father's contraption. "Jolteon," she whispered, shaking her pet, "Wake up." Jolteon roused and hopped off of the bed, followed by his owner, "Come on. Let's go check out dad's machine. I'm curious." They both went down to the basement. When they got there, they both looked around at the odd apparatus. "Oh, this machine will never work." She plugged it into a wall outlet. "There. Now it'll work. Wonder what it does."
The two looked around at it again. This time it was Jolteon's turn to spot something. He barked and Elizabeth walked to where he was, and saw a handle. "Good, that's good." She tuned it and pulled and part of the machine swung open like a door. Most likely because it was a door. She stepped inside. She had been warned not to play with her father's projects, and she learned her lesson when one of them force-fed her chople berries. And yet she was standing inside a machine that could do who-knows-what.
Quickly and suddenly, the door slammed shut when Elizabeth leaned against a button. She whirled around and tried to open it, but it was locked. She was trapped. She smelled something, and looked up. To her chagrin, a strange, glowing orange gas was being pumped into the area that she was. She tried to hold her breath, but eventually she had to breathe, and she hoped that the gasses weren't poison. They weren't. In fact, they gave Elizabeth a tingling sensation throughout her body, and she could not help laughing, and inhaling more of the mysterious fumes. That was the easy part. The tingling continued, especially around her neck, but there was also pain. Her fingers felt like they were being pressed together, her ears being pulled like taffy, a small feeling of dampness on her hands and nose, her nose as it elongated along with the rest of her face. But the worst part, she felt a great buildup of pressure below her back, but just above her hindquarters, and the pressure kept building and building and building until it tore right through her skin, which needless to say was quite painful. Then her insides felt like they were swirling, and her entire body was being compressed.
After a minute or two more of this, the sounds of the whirring machine and Elizabeth's screams both died down. The door opened, and Elizabeth was on the floor of it, passed out. Confused, her Jolteon pulled her back up to her room.
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