I decided to write this on a whim, out of the blue. Not sure what I am going to do with this story. I am just going to make stuff up as I go and have fun with it. If you write a review for a chapter I will try to respond to it next chapter. I hope this will be somewhat entertaining. Please review, every bit of input matters, because I made some changes to my usual style of writing.
Warm sunlight hits my face through the window to my room back home signaling the time for me to rise and shine to another lazy Summer day. I hit the dismiss to my alarm hours ago.
I leave it on despite not having to go to class simply to admire how many more hours I would have left to sleep, really, no point to it. I get out of bed lazily, taking a moment to stretch before I head to the bathroom.
I look out the window, the sun is high in the sky, and the birds are chirping. I should head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, before I am chastised for waiting too long to let the dog out.
I walk to the bathroom at a clumsy lazy pace. I look into the mirror and all the color in the world drains away at the ghastly sight looking back at me. My face was cadaverous and sickening to the sight. Eyes sunken back and unusually lower on the face as if my skull was made of sponge.
One eye pointing a little more rightward than the other, as if it were disconnected and on the verge of falling out. My hair was patchy like a dog with mange and my teeth felt loose in my mouth.
I tried to open my mouth to scream but my voice failed me. The face of that...that THING in the mirror, remained expressionless, blank, staring back at me.
I was suddenly met by a heavy metal guitar riff of what used to be my favorite song. That is, until I set it as my 5:00 AM alarm, I now regard the righteous guitar shredding with contempt and disappointment.
The strident call of another day with a nose to the grind stone and an end to the oh so brief escape from the incessant papers, quizzes, and page upon page of reading. This would continue week after week, and the once beloved song now serving as the trumpet sounding another mediocre day.
Shaking off the terror from my dream I tried to reach over to hit dismiss on the phone but the whole thing just fell to the floor, as if it were slapped open handed. Why aren't my fingers working I wonder and wonder if I slept on my hand to make it fall asleep. There were no tiny pins and needles, I just couldn't feel them. I open my eyes and look at them, or at least where I thought they would be.
There were none, nor any appendage that would resemble one. Just this sort of purple bump. I try to sit up in my panic, only to instead undulate and quiver. My thrashing only did enough to knock the covers off.
I could not see my own body, only this strange purplish mass of gelatin like substance. I tried to scream again, but only "MMMMM!" "MMMMM!" "MMMMM!" could come out. Disoriented did not even begin to describe how I felt but I had at see my face.
The trip to the mirror would be much quicker, my college apartment had a mirror near the door to the bathroom not far from where my bathroom was. It felt as if I had no body as I flailed, quivered, and undulated, trying to get off the bed.
Eventually my panicked flailing managed to knock me to the floor. I think I may have hit my phone's dismiss alarm button, the music stopped when I made impact with the floor, or snooze, I hope it was the dismiss button at least.
The fear subsided when I entertained the possibility that this was all a dream. I decided that flailing like a fish caught on a hook was no means of locomotion. So I gathered my thoughts to meditate on the task of getting to the mirror to see what the hell happened to me.
There is no way this could be real. I take a deep breath, or what ever the equivalent of a deep breath is in this form, and focused on the floor in front of me. A purple tendril from my body stretched out in front of me, at my will, yet not.
No one ever really consciously thinks, "I will stretch my arm out right now," the arm just sort of does it. Much in the same way I managed to stretch out this tendril. Absorbing the tendril back into my body, I set my mind to something more advanced, moving my whole body.
I called to mind the image of a snake moving across the ground, trying to duplicate that motion in my own body. It took a few tries, but I soon found myself a foot closer to my goal. Combining the two newly learned motions I slither to the vanity and reach out a tendril to pull myself onto the toothpaste encrusted countertop next to the sink.
At last I peer into the mirror so see a formless purple gelatin with two dots and a line for a mouth.
"A Ditto?! Damn! This is a dream!" I laugh to myself. I hear the familiar guitar riff coming from next to my bed. I hit the light to turn on the vanity light.
A little more illuminated, the room looked a little less detailed, and almost two dimensional. I could even see the outlines to some objects, as if they were some artist's illustration.
"Anime? Really?" I chuckle at my sugoi new surroundings.
Turning to my reflection I wave a tendril over my head like I was waving goodbye.
"Oyasuminasai Ugly-Bastard San!" I bid my reflection good night in weeboo speak. I hit the light slither to my alarm sticking out one finger width tendril turn the damn thing off.
I hop into bed, pull the covers over myself, and relax my body, my gelatinous form spreading out. I drift to sleep, no more , no more Ugly-Bastard San.
No guitar riff woke me, like on a usual school day, if I remember correctly I had school today. I usually don't sleep through it.
"SHIT! I am going to be late to class!" I panic and flail, but an all too familiar sensation struck me. The oozing and undulation.
I hold a tendril in front of my face. Being late to class was the least of my concerns. Fortunately I dealt with the initial shock earlier in the morning. Doesn't change the fact that my situation royally sucks, but at least there must be a solution. I hope. There was no way I'd walk into class like this, I'd might end up in some government lab to be dissected.
"I'm a ditto, surely I can mimic my old human form?" I say to myself. I make my way to the mirror. I form a mass trying to recreate the shape of a head, but it took up half of my gelatinous mass and I tired myself out, and I snapped back into my formless shape.
"Crap! How do they do it!" I exclaim, pounding a tendril against the counter. It comes up flesh colored, more specifically my skin tone. I see one of my trimmed beard hairs sticking from the center of human flesh colored area of my tendril.
"Aha! I can use my old genetic material to rebuild myself!" I cry in relief. I begin to feel it, a sense of change coming upon me. I can expand it or contract it until it is gone, much in the same way as moving an arm. I let it happen. My tendril grows longer and thicker, and from it's end five more spring from it, forming into fingers. Soon I feel my face pinch away from the rest of me to form a head and torso then another arm, finally two legs. I was human again.
I felt, normal...ish. I did not look quite like I remember, everything was anime-ish. I was bearded, slightly pudgy around the midriff, and for an anime character I had smaller eyes than I expected, a mix between almond shaped but more rounded on the bottom. Probably something passed down by my distant Cherokee relatives, but mixed with the European side of my family. Still something about my appearance screamed NPC shop keeper #5.
"First thing's first," I say aloud. I grab and envelope from the bedside table and removed the more important contents and set them down. I then grabbed an electric razor.
I shaved my beard while holding the envelope under my chin to catch the falling hairs. While ditto could transform based on sight, I was note sure about humans, and I was not about to take that risk. I hid my emergency stash of DNA under my bed where no one could find it and throw it away.
I look into the mirror again.
"Well I am a Ditto," I muse aloud. I look at my reflection and see if I can't alter my appearance. I call to mind what it felt like to change, and try to apply it elsewhere in my body, my belly.
"Expand," I say as my belly expands with body fat.
"Contract," my belly shrunk. I continued to shrink it until I saw faint ab muscles.
"I better cancel that gym membership!" I laugh.
I start examining my chin, "Could look a little stronger I guess, I gotta look like a badass hero!" I begin doing slight adjustments to my chin. All it needed was to be slightly more defined. "Not bad, quite manly. But something still screams soldier A about me," I say as I inspect my hazel eyes. Their shape was not necessarily bad when I would lean my head forward making them open more when forced to look up. They even looked kinda cool.
Just a quick adjustment to the eyelids and they were looking just right.
"Hot damn it's like making a character for an mmorpg, except I don't have to shell out a dollar for the cool upgrades!" I say to myself.
Suddenly Asterisk, the opening theme from Bleach plays from my phone. It is a tune also once beloved, only to become associated with midnight calls from telemarketers and awkward calls from home in the middle of class or on the toilet.
I look to see who it is. It's Andrew, one of my friends. I push accept. "Dude! YOU GOT to get here man!," my virgin friend starts. "What is it?" I ask. "Anime chicks! Anime chicks everywhere! The universe has been improved! Sure the city is on fire in some places and some folks think it's the end of the world, but ANIME CHICKS! Get to campus man! You have to see it. Everything's gone kawaii as FUCK!" Andrew hangs up before I could ask him if there is still class today.
"At least someone is having a good day," I chuckle to myself.
"I better head to campus and see the damage." I realize I am naked.
"I better shower and get dressed." The morning takes on a semblance of normalcy doing my usual morning routine as if nothing happened. Though my body felt physically weaker, as if starting from level one, if this were an RPG. Rather than fix some of the grits I brought from home, I decided to just head out to the school cafeteria where they had eggs, bacon, and sausage. I suspect that transforming expended a lot of protein, hence the craving.
I step out of my apartment, and head down the steps from the second floor to the first. Surveying the road stretching on to campus I curse under my breath my bike tire being flat. My nose was suddenly assaulted by a familiar, and unpleasant odor. It was the smell of blood.
"Taylor," I call out.
"How did you catch me?" Taylor asks.
"You always smell like blood," I reply as I turn to face him. Taylor Blackwater is a tall lanky man, with long wavy brown hair, and pencil mustache wearing a black trench coat his necklace with a large square bloodstone glinting in the sunlight. I knew him since high school. He's eccentric, for lack of a better word, he claims he is a vampire.
I'll not speak ill of him, he's as polite as he is odd but of all my friends, he is the one that I can have a halfway intelligent conversation with. Sure he wears a bloodstone necklace to walk in the sun and is scared of garlic, but he gets more girls than my other friends. I am not sure how, but he does.
The change was kind to him, some flaws like acne have been covered over.
"Well seeing I can't sneak up on you, I might as well be direct. I need your blood," he says.
"Dude, what!? No! Go to one of your lady friends!" I reply.
"Dude, it is not like I am magic or anything, well I sort of am, but picking up girls takes finesse. Plus it's not for me," he say producing a zubat from his pocket.
"Remember that bat I caught?" he continues.
"Zubats need blood, and this little guy is hungry. Now before you say anything." He suddenly lunges at me, clamping the tiny Pokemon to my arm. I could do little because I was physically weaker than before. The creature clamped down on my arm so hard that my arm felt like it was in a vice.
The zubat was taking too much blood. My strength ebbed and eventually I blacked out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
I had to end the chapter a little early before the story could really pickup. If your curiosity has been piqued keep an eye out for the next chapter, which I will begin working on ASAP. I am not sure what people will think, I just had a situation in my mind, and ran with it. I could not think of what Pokemon I would be, then the voice in my head said, "Why not all of them!" So yeah, ditto. I not going to do what you think I might do, yes I know how people usually use ditto, but no I am not going there guys.