She was ordinary once. Her eyes didn't stare gauntly, her face was not so dull and pale, her tail wasn't so sharp for slicing. She didn't have hair or every move known to Pokemon…she was once…a Pokemon like us.

Meet Sonny T. Blaze. A female Pikachu with genetics from another organism. Her story wasn't always so demented…let's start from the beginning…

Sonny stared up the crumbling dirt, listening the rumble of the Bidoof tribe. Bidoofi (Bidoof plural form in this) make a lot of racket, the Pichu thought, still looking. If only they didn't rampage in the morning when she was sleepy. The Pichu stretched restless limbs and pattered to a section of the Pikachu burrow. There were burnt berries, gold berries, bitter berries, and Sonny's all-time favorite: mint berries. She grasped the shiny berry and nibbled a part off, enjoying its taste immensely. Above, the Bidoofi had fled, but a louder stomping shook the burrow. The alarmed Pichu dropped her tasty berry and scampered into her sleeping mother, Cassandra. She curled up next to the Raichu, enjoying the warmth.

A large sharp-pointed piece of metal crashed through the ceiling. Sonny leapt up. Her fur rose. The small creature grasped her mother and tugged her into the shadows. Sonny couldn't see distinctly through the darkness, but she sniffed the air: human. One of them was crunching something. A large pink crescent-shape was held in a bulky hand. Horrified, Sonny recognized a Slowpoke Tail. Several Slowpoke had passed by her favorite shady tree with a bloody stump as a tail. She grimaced and covered her eyes.

There was more loud footsteps. Then, Sonny felt a gaze burning her. She opened one cautious eye. A hairy old man with crumbs of Slowpoke Tail sticking to the stubbles of a beard on his chin grinned insanely at her, with bulging eyes and wide teeth. She squeaked in terror. Who were these humans? What did they want from her? Would they take her away? A large caramel hand proceeded in her direction. Sonny watched it in terror. The tight, warm fingers of the man wrapping around her waist. The shock and tightness constricted her. Her vision blurred coming out into the sunshine. A tall, lean woman with wild lime-dyed hair grinned widely and snatched Sonny from the man's clutches, only to drop her in a plastic tube. A metal green top with holes in it was the only thing she had for a ceiling. She felt herself and the tube being hauled somewhere. Through the plastic, the captive saw the hole that lead to her burrow. Now it's gone, she thought, tearing up. All gone…

Sonny opened her eyes. The woman shoved a sweet, sugary food in her mouth. Her body coursed with sugar, it was so suddenly it was painful. She stood up, feeling newfound energy rampage in her limbs and dash around her heart. When Sonny fell, she was a Pikachu. The woman sensed the pain in Sonny's eyes, Sonny knew it. "That rare candy should keep her strong," the woman said in a stark voice. "Roger, take this creature to the genetics station. Enter in each TM and HM and let's see what happens…"

Sonny, being able only to speak Pokemon, didn't understand what the human had just said. The larger on seized her and carried her to a second part of the room. At least, Sonny thought it was a room…it could nighttime it was so dark. A large machine much like the tube she'd been in stood on its metal legs, whirring with power. The man dropped her in the case and slid circular materials into some slots, humming an annoying tune that Sonny felt would haunt her forever.

He smacked in some controls (by Sonny's best guesses) and shoved her peering head the incased tube, closing it up. Sonny closed her eyes. She couldn't even try to remember something before a large surge of power raced through her. And again. And again. Her heart pumped in her ears, louder and louder as each rush surged through. All she could do was writhe with its strength. Her heart thumped loudly in her head, the tune of his humming went through her brain like torture. Sonny blacked out.

Wavy chunks of brown covered her eyes. Sonny swiped them away. But, it felt, attached to her. She felt…hair. And never before had Sonny had so much strength in her life. Not that she remembered anything. If she tried to think back, it hurt. But a melody went through her head and a loud beat always mixed with it. Sonny didn't know where she'd heard it. Sonny didn't know if she had heard anything before. She was on grass. But wait, how did she know what grass was? A shady tree flashed in her head, but that pained her.

Sonny peered curiously over the ledge she had woken upon. Brown figures she knew that were from the Bidoof tribe splashed by a stream. Streams were always fun. But why didn't she remember it? Where had she heard of Bidoof tribes? What had happened before all this?