Authors Note: Before anyone gets their panties in a bunch, I will inform everyone right now, before you read, that the concept of this story came from another concept someone else made over at Deviant Art. Pokéumans is a concept primarily made by a fellow who goes by the name of pokemonmanic3595 and has a group over there that share the same name. The group site is:

Also before your panties get in bunch of a similar title name in that group, I am the original author of that specific one. This document however is a revised version with a lot of differences from the original (as new ideas have sprouted since then and now).

I hope you guys enjoy this tribute to the original creator's concept. This story is by no means suppose to follow the original author's intentions and as such I will claim right now that this story is 'AU' from the original author's work.

Alright, all that aside. You will not see this message again in coming chapters. Thank you for reading and remember, may the meis be with you.

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Temperamental Singularity
Stage 1: Hit Hard, Forget Hard

Distant shocks crackled as sparks echoed in the darkness of the night. The stutter and thumps of a disabled car lay in wreckage before a toppled power line. The electricity flowing through the severed wires making it twitch in rhythm to the cracks that they were produced. Not a word was heard, no one to witness such a scene, no one to help if there was someone in the scrap heaps of metal.

Out in the distance, a figure walked. Not knowing where it was going or what it was doing. It appeared to be clutching on to itself, the crash leaving a mark on the lone suspect. The severity being masked by the night, but it was definitely hurt.

Screams… the sound of screams could be heard in the dark. Very faint and distant, but they were there. As the figured limped, images popped up in its mind, couldn't tell what they were. They were unfocused, unclear, confused.

"Confused", this thought triggered a past memory. A memory of panic and fear, but it couldn't remember why there was panic and fear. That's when it felt the searing throbs. It groaned in pain, the figure clutching its head as it tumbled over. The pain in its head, it didn't know why it hurt so much. It's like the memory was erasing itself when it was trying to remember.

Just before everything around became dark and fuzzy, it recalled a voice muttering words sincerely. It was the type of tone that was disappointed and saddened. The pain faded away as the figure slipped into the embrace of unconsciousness, the words echoed in the empty mind as they too faded away.

"I'm sorry, Donovan."

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"Apply pressure here!"

"No-no-no, too much clutter."

"Subject is regaining consciousness."

"Damn it, too soon, injecting neurotoxic stimuli."

"Brain activity rising, heart rate increasing, the injection isn't working!"

Images of a white room appeared, but nothing could be made sense of it. Figures were hovering over that looked like nothing from this world. "What in the world is going on?" was the only thought process that went through.

"It's working, it won't be instant, but his vitals should stabilize within thirty seconds."

'His' echoed in his mind. Is something wrong with him? Why was he in this place and who were all these figures around him? He couldn't put heads to toes with the situation and especially what his blurry vision was seeing. Figures, that looked more like monsters than anything, paced around him as they pushed and cut him. No pain or pressure was felt as he breathed heavily, he was in a state of panic. He tried to reach out to one of the figures, but one of them gently placed his arm back down.

Then it hit him. Whatever they put in him made him instantly limp. His control over his body suddenly went away. He could still move his eyes, but still couldn't make out anything. He heard a beep as the commotion around him muffled as the sensation overwhelmed him. He felt himself losing consciousness.

"Brain activity and heart rate returning to normal, that was too close. We could've lost him."

"Don't be ridiculous, this operation won't fail because of an unpredicted gain of consciousness."

The last thing he could see was a figure hovering over him, looking at him closely. He could just barely make out what it was, not that he could tell anyways because it looked like a monster. It was as if a shark was hovering over him, it was the best he could compare what he was seeing. He couldn't ponder any longer as he slipped into a deep sleep. He was at the mercy at whoever was operating on him.

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His body ached, he felt disoriented, like he was falling. His vision blurred once more as he once again saw the same white room, but now there wasn't a crowd of monsters. He heard the faint hum of machines. The beeps from a heart rate monitor echoed in the calm room. He tried to move, but his limbs didn't respond. The effects of the drugs they put in him were still coursing through his veins.

He heard footsteps. He turned his head toward the source and what he saw made him jump. The beeps increased in intervals from the heart rate monitor in response to his sudden shock. What stood before him was that shark. Exactly what he saw before, but this time it was much clearer. It wasn't a shark exactly, but that's the only word he could think of from what he was seeing, and it was looking back into his eyes. Its blue-purplish skin shining from the florescent lights, its yellow eyes seemingly glowing as if it too was a light source, its orange-reddish skin underneath its neck that extended downwards to its chest and belly complimented the surreal image. If that wasn't odd enough for him, this shark had cylindrical shapes on the top of its head and arms that looked like fins with a very sharp claw at the end.

He would be lying if he said to himself that he wasn't scared of this thing, but he couldn't scream or run. That didn't stop him from breathing heavily however. He started to sweat, fearing that this thing was going to end his life. The creature looked towards the heart monitor and then chuckled as he looked back down to the frightened patient.

"I see you're recovering well. Had a feeling you would come around now, we predicted you'd be out longer," the creature said with a gruff voice. He then pulled out what appeared to be a data pad that was on the side of the bed. He used a hole that was on the top of the pad to be able to pull it and was touching the screen with his other claw. A few clicks and beeps sounded before he put the pad back in place. He scratched lightly under his chin as he examined the patient on the bed.

"You're probably not able to talk right now, nod a yes or no when I ask this," he started as he continued to look him over. "Do you remember what happened?"

The patient shook his head. He couldn't remember anything. In fact he couldn't remember anything at all! He didn't know his name, how he got here, who the heck the person talking to him was if they ever met, or whatever happened to make him come here. He had completely forgotten everything.

"I see," the shark-like creature sighed as he closed his eyes in deep thought. "You're name is Donovan, you were in an accident and we recovered you. That's the gist of what happened." He opened his eyes as he gently placed one of his claws on Donovan, a gesture he hoped would calm him. "This must be extremely bizarre and frightening, but please fear not. You're in good hands. Do not let my appearance scare you. I'd rather you don't have a heart attack and die now," he chuckled.

He walked over to a desk on the far side of the wall with another monitor. Donovan looked around the room confused and, despite the attempts to calm, scared for his life. It was a typical small operating room. A set of double doors separated the room to a hallway. Some medical equipment stood in the corners, but none he could recognize. The only thing that was abnormal in the room was that creature. He wasn't sure if he knew the creature, and sadly had to assume that this thing was hostile.

He wanted to speak. He wanted to know for sure he was safe. He tried to mutter words. To his surprise, he could move his jaw slightly. He muttered in a weak, cracking voice, "A-am I goin-ng to die-e?"

The creature looked back at him with a curious gaze that quickly turned to a smirk. "Not very trusting?" he asked. This sent shivers down Donovan as he didn't know if that was a good remark or a bad one. "You're a smart one, but I assure you under my protection you'll be fine."

He walked over to him, reaching for an instrument that hovered above Donovan. "You're more conscious than I thought you would be, I'm impressed." Donovan gulped, he wasn't about to trust this thing any time soon. He'd much rather run and hide in a corner than see what this thing would do to him. Not like he had a choice though, he still couldn't move. "Here, let me show you something," the creature pulled the instrument down so Donovan could see the reflection of a mirror. What he saw quickly became the second thing sees that made his heart stop once more.

In the reflection laid another creature. He was that creature. The green skin covering his snout as the skin changed to a tannish color suddenly underneath his snout and neck. He saw a pair of dark orange eyes looking back along with a shocked expression. Yellow skin patterned his eyes as they went downwards behind him. He could faintly see a pair of yellow leaves protruding from his back, what in the world was he?

"From the looks, I can see you have no idea what you are," he replied to the shocked patient before him as he put the mirror back up. He sighed in deep thought again, "You're a Pokéuman," he stated matter-of-factly. "I suspected you had a severe case of amnesia, but from my readings you're not unstable. I'm what you call a Pokédoctor." He paused and chuckled at his own humor. Donovan didn't follow. "My name is Marcus, I'm one of the doctors in this Pokécenter. I'm a Gabite," he added suddenly afterwards answering Donovan's earlier inner question.

Donovan attempted to talk, this time his words were more concise. "What am I? What's a "Pokéuman"? Do you know anything about me?" Donovan asked in slow succession. His fears diminishing slightly from Marcus as a new one overpowered. He knew how to talk and he knows what's around the room, but he can't seem to remember himself, whatever Marcus is, and this "Pokéuman" word that popped. Doesn't make sense to him, if he had amnesia, how can he not remember specific information regarding himself and what's before him?

Marcus grinned. "You're a Snivy. You probably won't be used to your body when you recover in full, that's the first step. You'll be staying in my infirmary for a few days as you learn." Donovan gave him a confusing stare, but Marcus knew that it was going to be impossible to make him understand instantly. "I don't give history lessons, but if you must know, we are quite the diverse race as you can already tell from looking at me and yourself. You'll be seeing a lot more variety in the coming days, so I can't really answer that one." He turned away as he walked back to the desk. "As for knowing who you are, I cannot say. You're another patient to me, nothing more, nothing less." With that, he started to type and clack at the keyboard. Busying himself with the task of writing a report.

Donovan could do nothing but stare at Marcus. This entire situation was completely unknown, and he's both scared and frustrated by it. He hated that he couldn't move or "learn" as Marcus said what's going on and why he's this "Snivy". Perhaps he could ask Marcus if there was someone he knew.

"Is there someone I know I can talk to?" Marcus shook his head in response. Not looking away from the monitor.

"No, I'm sorry. Most new Pokéumans go through this stage in readjusting their life." Donovan gave him a curious look, but knows Marcus wouldn't be able to see the confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean? 'Readjusting their life'?"

"Majority of Pokéumans are born as humans."

"Humans…" Donovan repeated. He knew what that was, and then had a feeling he was one at some point. Did turning into one of these things erase memories of his life?

"As you may have guessed, when a child goes through adolescence, their bodies begin to change from a human to a Pokéuman. Their genetic makeup changes slowly through this phase." Marcus took his eyes off the monitor as he lowered his head. "Imagine, a child's life suddenly changing before his eyes when he realizes their friends are not really friends. Imagine that their parents suddenly become hostile, trying to kill their child." Marcus looked back at Donovan. His yellow eyes seemingly intensifying as his expression became dreadfully serious. "You wouldn't understand, someday you will, but not with your memories gone."

"Wait, you're not makin-" he started, but was cut off.

They don't lose their memories, they remember everything. You're one of the few lucky exceptions," he growled. Donovan didn't know why Marcus was getting tense. He wondered if it was a touchy subject. Marcus let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. "I apologize for my sudden rudeness. I've had little sleep and didn't think I'd be explaining these things." He brought his attention back to the monitor, entered several more keystrokes before walking towards the exit.

"I apologize again. I need to leave for a while. Please try to relax and rest. When the medicine wears off, we'll get you sorted out."

Donovan tried to reach out, he was surprised that he could somewhat move his arms. "Hey, wait!" But it was too late, Marcus had already crossed the doors and turned a deaf ear to Donovan's cry. He wanted to know what that was all about. He may not know anything about his life, but he wasn't dumb. Marcus seemed like he wanted to say something but left before he could. With a thump, his arms went back down. He took this opportunity to try to examine himself, his arms anyways.

They were short and stubby ending with what he assumed was what resembled his hand. It looked like he wouldn't be able to turn and twist it since there were no clear indications of any bones or anything. He quickly found out he could move it independently, the hands sprouting three stubby pointed fingers. They looked sharp. He imagined if he tried, he could cut something pretty good with his fingers.

Taking his arms, he pulled away the blanket that covered the bottom half of him. He saw the tan colored skin to continue down to a... He gasped, he had a tail. If he was turned to this thing, then he definitely wouldn't know how to function one from his memories coming back. Motor skills shouldn't be randomly forgotten, unless that was part of his amnesia. He became frustrated, he really wish he did know what was going on. Pulling the blanket back to his chest, he reluctantly relaxed and heaved out a stressed grumble. He was stuck in this bizarre world for the time being, but he hopes it wouldn't be very long until he does recover his memories.

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"What are your orders?" A female voice echoed in a grand office overlooking what appeared to be a mechanical city. A draconic looking creature was staring outside the window. He stood proudly on his four legs. His cyan skin glistened from the artificial lights outside. His facial expression forever angry and tense as red markings covered the top of his draconic red eyes, spikes protruding out of his head on either side to give him an even fiercer look.

"Bring him to me," the dragon stated calmly. "I've read the report. He's suffering from amnesia, both a fortune and a misfortune for us."

Across the room stood a ghastly creature, she hovered from the floor as she bowed down, her blue eyes shining brightly in contrast to her white colors. She appeared to have arms coming from her head, clasping two hands downwards that appeared to be a part of a kimono. An orange bow wrapped around what could be her waist. Her purple face covered from some sort of mask.

"You know he's dangerous. You shouldn't be making this risky of a move, sir." She stood back up as she carefully watched the dragon. "I suggest we restrain him, just in case he-"

The dragon lifted one of his forearms to silence her. "I understand the consequences. I merely want to confirm the report in person before I make my decision. This is a rare opportunity. I see no other way to go forward besides being 100% sure."

"Then please restrain him if all you want to do is question," she snapped. Her tone of voice quickly becoming irritated, "your stalling tactics won't help us this time, sir."

"We need him to be comfortable. We need him to know that we can be trusted." He glared back at her, his stance still stoic and proud. "If we have him on our side, then perhaps we can end a cycle of chaos."

She growled, she didn't think his plan would hold fruition. However she found no reason to argue. She took in a breath, grumbling softly at her frustration. "As you wish, I'll send word and will bring him shortly." She turned away and floated out of the room through a grand set of doors. The doors parted way as she drifted, stopping only for a moment to look back at the dragon. "By the Meis I hope you're right about this."

The dragon was no longer looking at her. He gazed back to the outer world. It was his city after all. He knew he was making a risky decision and he could jeopardize lives if something went wrong, but he was confident this was the right move. He didn't respond back to her comment, he had said enough regarding the matter. She understood his silence and drifted off again, the doors closing behind her, leaving him to ponder about possible outcomes.

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Images of dark skies clouded his vision. He felt alone, afraid, a monstrous force was unleashed. Screams echoed faintly through the vision, a slaughter. He saw fallen figures, blood oozing from each of them, but he could not comprehend what they were. Comrades, friends, he couldn't tell. He then saw an image of a floating construct, he was standing on it. Everything around him was cracked, destroyed, and in ruins. More figures lay, but that's not what caught his attention.

Before him was an image only a psychopath could possibly come up with. It was very alien, very big, and very awful. It looked as if it was both mechanical and organic at the same time. The unholy monster screeched, it pierced his ears as he attempted to cover them. He then felt pressure as he saw himself falling through cracks. He heard a yell, someone calling out, but it was distorted. He felt like this was the absolute end, he was going to die.

With a jolt, Donovan woke up. He felt cold sweat. He shook as he suddenly became aware of his surroundings. The heart monitor beeping rapidly as it started to calm down. He moved his arms as he attempted to wipe himself from the sweat. That's when he realized he could move freely. He looked around the empty room, Marcus didn't come back. He wondered how long he had been out for.

He pulled the blankets away, putting his attention back to his feet and tail. He moved his stubby little toes, but he wondered if he could walk or even run on them. They didn't seem like it could support him. He then attempted to move his tail. He made it twitch a little with concentration. He knew it. He wasn't this "Snivy" at all. How could he forget basic motor functions? Marcus must've been telling the truth, which means whatever he was before was long gone.

He heard doors open. He quickly directed his attention to whoever just came in. It was Marcus, thankfully someone familiar as oddly as he felt that was. Marcus grinned at the sight of Donovan moving freely. "Looks like you're already learning."

Donovan quickly responded with an apology, "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't know that was a touchy subject."

Marcus simply took a claw waved it to Donavon as he kept that grin. "Don't worry about that, I need you to start walking soon. It appears you have attendance with the headmaster, an honor for sure of someone who still is bearing his wits."

"Headmaster?" he repeated, he recognized that word too. "Am I in a school?"

Marcus chuckled, "You can think of it like that, but no, this is a Pokécenter as I said earlier." He walked closer to Donovan, extending a claw to take off some wires that connected him to the heart monitor and other instruments. He then backed up and offered a claw to him, gesturing Donovan to grab on. "A guide is waiting for you right now, I wanted a few days, but it seems like the headmaster wants you sooner than expected. You need as much physical practice as you can if you want to go to him."

Donovan was reluctant to grab a hold, he still didn't trust Marcus. He felt he didn't have a choice in the matter, so he grabbed the pointed claw as Marcus helped pull him to the side of the bed. Donovan looked at the ground and felt if he jumped down he would break his legs with his stubby toes.

"Ready?" Marcus asked. He put his claws under Donovan's arm so he could pick and settle him down.

Donovan nodded. Marcus then grabbed a hold of him as best he could and gently picked him up. Donovan felt the pressure on his arms as Marcus quickly settled him down on the ground. He felt his feet hit the cold floor as he leaned against the side of the bed. This felt oddly familiar, but he really was curious to see if he could move his tail standing up. Sure enough, he still couldn't do anything but make it twitch as it naturally went upwards. He didn't consciously make it go upwards. He tilted his head in confusion. Marcus only watched as he monitored.

Donovan then leaned off the side of the bed and attempted to balance, it was a weird sensation. The weight of his tail making his body want to fall backwards, but it was cancelled by how his body stood in an arch. After finding a balance, he attempted a few steps, looking at his stubby toes as he took small baby steps. It felt natural, but he had to continuously fight the balance. It wasn't long before he found a comfortable balance to rely on as he took more baby steps. He began to walk longer strides that soon turned to normal walking speed. Or rather as fast as his stubby toes could go. He still couldn't seem to move his tail freely.

"You mastered yourself pretty quickly. You do continue to impress." Marcus walked over to the door and motioned him to follow. "I'll escort you to the lobby. As I said, a guide is waiting for you as we speak. You shouldn't keep the headmaster waiting."

Donovan followed suit. He still didn't think he had much of a choice on what he should do. It was fairly obvious this headmaster was the person to get some answers, but he also wondered why someone with that title would call for him. Made no sense to him if he knew nothing, it should be the other way around.

Both of them walked down the halls of the Pokécenter. They were mostly empty with a few strewn trays and stretchers along walls. They passed by doors, but Donovan couldn't see anything inside. He realized how much shorter he was compared to Marcus. It was as if he was a toddler, he had to keep up with Marcus's long strides as he waddled through, his blue tail swaying with each step.

Marcus broke the silence, "By chance do you know your age?" The question caught Donovan off guard as he tried to recall of any age.

He suddenly had a flash vision, he faintly saw a card with incomprehensible words with a number. The number was oddly clearer than anything else in his distorted memory. It read the number "21". He then clutched his head in pain as he felt a headache spiked through him. He yelped as he stumbled forward, crashing to the floor.

Marcus stopped and curiously looked at him. He looked like he expected that to happen, almost wanting it to happen as he waited patiently. Donovan groaned as the pain slowly subsided. He didn't know what to make of that sudden pain. He finally remembered something about himself. The pain was excruciating. He tried to see if he could picture that image again, but he couldn't, he couldn't remember that distorted note. He cursed at himself as he grew tired of this. He did remember that number still, but what good was it unless he knew what that number meant.

"21, I think I'm 21," he mumbled as he picked himself off from the floor. Marcus nodded and motioned him to keep following.

"You're quite the rare exception." They turned a corner heading to a set of doors with an exit sign at the end. They entered the lobby, several creatures sat on chairs as they directed their gaze at Marcus and Donovan. Donovan quickly learned Marcus was right about the diverse part. No Pokéuman looked alike. One appeared to look like a normal bird as it set down a magazine with its wings. Another appeared to be a very large purple cobra as it coiled around a seat, napping.

They approached the counter. Donovan saw a big round pink creature as it nodded to Marcus. Though what caught his attention was a creature that was hovering. Marcus walked up to the hovering Pokéuman.

"He's ready to travel with you, but he's still not use to his body. Go easy on him." The creature looked at Donovan with her blue eyes. It then smiled as a female voiced popped.

"So you're the new one, welcome!" she said enthusiastically. Donovan was taken aback by the sudden welcome. He stepped back a bit as he flailed his arms, almost tripping himself.

"One of these days, Amy, you're going to scare someone so bad that I'm going to have to blame you for why they had a panic attack," Marcus chuckled as he looked towards Donovan as well. "Well, this is your guide. She'll try to explain everything."

Donovan didn't take his eyes off of those blue eyes, for some reason, he was terrified of her, and once again he didn't know why. It was a gut feeling mostly as he doesn't, again, recall ever seeing this Pokéuman. She giggled as she floated over and offered a hand to him.

"What's wrong? I won't bite, you silly dilly." She smiled as she winked. "Well maybe a little bite, but not hard!"

Donovan stuttered in fear, "W-what are you?"

"I'm a Froslass, I'm a Pokéuman just like you," she responded happily back. Marcus turned back to her and cleared his throat for her attention.

"Now if I may, I got other patients to look over. Tell the headmaster my regards." He nodded towards Amy as did she. He walked back towards the set of double doors they went out of. Donovan stared, he wonder if he was ever going to see him again.

"Alright, you ready to go?" she asked Donovan making him jump. He turned towards her, examining her figure. She had arms coming out of her head, he found that really bizarre, but then again, he's in the presence of a bird sitting on a chair reading magazines. That was normal as it was going to get he assumed.

"Um, yeah, but… uh…" he muttered as he looked underneath Amy to see that she was indeed not touching the ground. "How are you floating?"

Her response was another giggle as she covered her mouth as if she didn't mean to do that. "Many new Pokéumans ask me this question, the best I can answer is the energy I harness. You probably don't know what I mean when I say that, but trust me!"

So far, Donovan liked the friendly nature of Amy, but he was still terrified of her. He really wished he knew why. "Alright, oh and… why does the headmaster want to see me and who exactly is he?"

She nodded at his question understanding he would have many questions like this for her. "He's the guy that runs this base, he's the leader and found you interesting. I was sent from him actually, he wishes to discuss your arrival and what to do to settle in.

"Base?" he confusedly repeated. "What do you mean, 'base'? And for that matter, what do you mean 'settle'? I don't know what's going on, you expect me to just accept this?"

Amy nodded again, "I understand your concern, that's why the headmaster wants to see you. We know about your tragic accident and your loss of memory."

Donovan sighed, this wasn't fair. "So I just go to this guy, tells me what I should do, and I go my merry way with a completely new life that I know nothing about?"

Amy shook her head. "It's not like that at all. A lot of Pokéumans have no idea what to do when they learn they are one. Trust me, when we go to the headmaster, all you need to know will be told, and then you can choose what you want to do with what he tells you."

"So essentially, that is the way." He really didn't like the idea that he felt he was about to be controlled by this headmaster guy. He's fine with getting some answers. He's not fine with someone telling him what he should do for the rest of his life, especially if he doesn't know anything.

Amy drifted towards him and motioned to the glass doors. Donovan didn't really look outside, but it did make him curious. It looked like he was in a city by the looks of it, he saw sunlight outside. He made his way past Amy with her following close. He got closer to the doors as he looked upwards, what he saw made his jaw drop in awe. He parted through the doors to get a better view.

As he stood in front of the Pokécenter with Amy drifting next to him, he looked around. He saw buildings upon buildings that were composed of metal. Some of them reaching to the ceiling of a room that held everything within, the sunlight he thought he saw was just one super bright light on the ceiling. He saw vehicles being driven from which he's never seen before as different Pokéumans walked the metal streets. In the center of this huge area was a large cylindrical structure that connected to the ceiling.

He stepped back as he took everything in. Amy looked at him and to what he was looking at. She stared at the structure in the middle, new arrivals always seemed to be transfixed to the center of the base.

"Welcome to Espérer, your new home."