ey! I promised I'd be back with the sequal, so here it is! This is only part one and there's about ten parts total. I'll be uploading them throughout the next few weeks.

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All I want to is to… live. To stand up proudly in the face of all those who oppress me and tell me I cannot do something. I want to live life to its fullest, complete with full mobility and friends that I can always rely on. I want a life that I can control, not someone else. All my life I've been ignored or told what I can or cannot do; seven months ago, I was able to be, well, me. The real me. Not someone who was pushed down and told I was worthless and better off dead. I was able to be Eris, the girl with a strong heart and soul that wanted nothing more than to live. For a full year I lived in peace and tranquility, helping those in need and following a rough path but still ending up on top. Seven months ago, my new life crumbled and I was forced to return to my horrible life. I was… alone, once again. And the worst part? No one but me remembered.

The sunlight streaming through my window woke me from my deep sleep. Instant pain shot through my chest as I attempted to sit up, then to stand. It wasn't easy and by the time I succeeded, I was panting and sweating. And it was only seven o'clock in the morning. Precariously, I took a few steps forward, trying out my legs for the first time in several hours. My heart was beating too fast and I was forced back into bed as my legs began to wobble. With a small cry of frustration, I laid back down and tried to slow my breathing.

Several minutes later my door cracked open and my mother peered into my room. She took in my ratty blond and red hair, my dull ocean green eyes, the sweat forming on my brow, and my thin frame shivering with the effort of movement. She gave me a sympathetic smile. "Not today?" she questioned, earning a shake of the head from me.

"Not today."

She closed the door softly, letting me rest in peace, and I closed my eyes, remembering the times when I could run and jump and live without this stupid heart failure limiting me.

When I was born, part of my heart was missing. They tried to do a transplant, but my body rejected the artificial heart. On top of that, they believe I have terminal cancer in my left lung. They said I wouldn't live long; it was a miracle that I've lived for this long: sixteen years and still counting. I've never been able to live a normal life; I have no friends and my family has practically given up on me, but my mother and sister still come in to check on me every now and again. My younger sister… she's the star in our house; she gets to do everything I cannot and never will be able to do.

The day I was visited by Gardevoir and told I had a strong enough heart to save the world, I laughed in her face. My heart wasn't strong, not at all. But, I felt special knowing that the spirit Pokémon had said I was special and not my perfect little sister. I decided I'd see if she was right, but I didn't want my memory. That way she could see if I was really the chosen one or not.

Waking up as a Pokémon was extraordinary. It felt like being born, taking your first steps, and making friends for the first time all at the same moment. Blaster, a Squirtle I had met the minute I opened my eyes, became my first actual friend, Pokémon and human alike. I went on my adventure, saved the world, and returned back to my original, horrible life.

Gardevoir constantly visited me, and to be honest, I was glad for the company. I guess you could say she became one of my closest friends. It's sad, really; my only friends are Pokémon while I myself am a human.

Groaning again, I struggled into a sitting position. The half finished glass of water I had from last night was still sitting beside my bed and I sipped it delicately. My chest hurt and it was hard to breathe.

"How are you feeling today, Eris?" A high pitched voice asked from beside me. I turned to see the green Pokémon in a white dress I had come to befriend. I smiled at her, but it ended up as more of a grimace.

"I'm good, Gar, how about you?"

Gardevoir shrugged. "I've been better." Her transparent body sat beside me on my bed and she gently stroked my head affectionately. "My curse has almost ended." She added. I gave her a congratulatory smile.

"That's good to hear. You've suffered long enough."

We sat in comfortable silence for many minutes. Her projected body wavered and I thought she was going to leave, but instead she spoke.

"I wish I could help you, Eris." Gardevoir stated sadly, followed by a sigh. I smiled at her.

"Then send me back." I said ruefully. Gardevoir gave me one last sympathetic glance before flickering out of existence. I sighed and settled into a more comfortable position. No one would come up today so I had all the time in the world. I pulled out my small laptop I had received two years ago for my birthday, the first gift I'd received since I was seven. No one cared to think about me, and after a while it became monotonous. Each day was spent in restless silence surfing the web and waiting for my impending death.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my dazed state and I yelled "Come in!" to whoever was on the other side. The door cracked open and my sister walked in a few steps. Three heads peered in curiously from the doorway. Adeline, my little sister, stared at me curiously.

"How are you feeling, Eris? Are you going to school with me today?" she asked. I shook my head and Adeline stepped into the room. She was perfect with perfect, straight blond hair and vibrant green eyes. Her skin was a smooth, milky white and her nails were perfectly straight.

Me? I had limp, russet blond hair with muddy green eyes, a cruddy replication of my younger sister. My skin was a sickly pale and I had torn jagged nails. My face was hollow and I looked sleep deprived as well as being unhealthy thin. My sister, contrariwise, was thin and strong and beautiful: everything I'm not.

"Feel better soon, Sister. I'll bring you lunch when I come home from school."

Sigh… No matter how much I want to hate her for being so, so… perfect, I can't; Adeline is a saint, an angel. Gosh, I love her… but, she treats me as a service project more than anything. She's not my friend or someone I can talk to. All I am is a chore to her…

There was only one person (or, Pokémon in this case) who ever treated me normally; only one person who actually, genuinely cared about me and tried to protect me with his life: Blaster.

"Blaster?" I called, clutching my bone tighter to my chest. The Squirtle had disappeared after stepping on a Warp Tile and I was afraid I'd never see him again. My Power Points were running low and I had sustained significant damage from an ambush at a monster house. Things were not looking good. And on top of that, Blaster accidentally stepped on a hidden Warp Tile.

"Eris? Is that you?"

I spun around and peered through the dark. A hazy shape that resembled a turtle Pokémon was obscured through the dim light and I was relieved to see it was my partner.

"Blaster!" I yelled in delight, running into his arms. Tears pooled at my eyes as I clutched him to my chest. "Don't you ever leave me again, do you hear me?" I ordered sternly, my voice cracking at the end. I had been left alone for long enough. Now that someone was here within my reach, I never wanted to let him go.

Blaster smiled and nuzzled my head gently. "Never, Eris. I promise."

It was hard trying to go on in life knowing what it was like to have someone care about you, and then have it all ripped away instantly. My heart hurt (not in a physical way, but in an emotional way) and leaving Blaster had left an enormous hole (once again, figuratively, not actually since I already have an actual hole in my heart) in it. A single tear slid down my face and once again I found myself wishing I was a Cubone instead of a human.

There was nothing for me here anyway.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

"Eris…Wake up…" A voice cooed. Groaning, I opened my eyes to be met with two crystal blue orbs. I blinked rapidly and the rest of a Pokémon came into view. It was entirely black with white fog-like ghostly substance billowing from its head covering one of its bright blue eyes, and it also had a red spiky growth around its neck. I gasped in surprise, not sure what it was exactly.

"W-who are y-you?" I demanded. It chuckled at me, a definitely manly chuckle, so I guess it was male.

"I am Darkrai and I am here to help you." He said. I glared at him skeptically.

"How can you help me?"

"By giving you a choice of two paths." He said, spreading his arms in two directions. "On the left, we have a perfectly healthy body and intense beauty that will make all who have ignored and ridiculed you greatly remorseful for all eternity. On the right we have a return to the body of a Cubone and your Pokémon friends."

My skeptical-ness didn't disappear, but I was filled with hope for a return to the life I had several months prior. "Can you really return me to Blaster?" I asked, unable to hide the hope in my voice. Darkrai nodded and opened a dark portal.

"If that is what you wish, Eris."

I nodded slowly. "Y-yes, it is."

Darkrai offered me a "hand" to get out of bed and slowly I managed to stand. Shakily, I walked across the floor and into the swirling portal. Why was I so trusting? I don't know. Maybe I was so desperate to stop living this life that I just gave up.

Would anyone here miss me? I think not. Maybe within the next week someone would open the green door that led to my room and find me missing. Would they care? Would they think I died or ran away? I wonder…

But none of that mattered right now. I was going back to Blaster, to Caterpie, Shiftry, Alakazam, Lombre, Snubbull, Jumpluff, and all the members of Team Rescuers. Would they remember me? Would they welcome me back? I hope so. It had been seven months already. Would Blaster have moved on and gotten a new partner?

There was only one way to find out.

I could feel my body shrinking and stretching to fit the Cubone mold. A bone materialized into my grasp and my face was soon covered by a skull mask. My chest no longer hurt and my breathing evened out, turned normal. The change was slow, but not painful, and excitement soon began to bubble up in my chest as the bright light enveloping me dissolved. I blinked a few times, recognizing our old base, and I took a few experimental steps. A hunched over shape appeared in the doorway and sluggishly made its way out the door, across the lawn, and to the mailbox without looking up. He blinked, shuffling the mail, and turned to go back inside when his eye caught mine. Spinning around, his purple eyes widened as they bored into my black ones.

"E-Eris…?" he tentatively questioned, not sure if he was dreaming or not. I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"Who else?"

He walked slowly in my direction and me in his, both of us stopping with five feet to spare. Blaster tilted his head to stare at me, tears forming in his beautiful, big eyes, before running into my arms. His stubby limbs wrapped around my waist and crushed me along with laying his head against my beating heart.

"It's you…it's really you…" he mumbled. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed for consolation.

"Of course it is, Knucklehead."

"Don't you ever leave me again, do you hear me?" he ordered. I smiled and rubbed his shelled back.

"Never, Blaster. I promise."

The two of us stayed like that for the longest time, just holding each other and reveling in the silence we brought. It had been seven months, seven long months, and we were perfectly happy to know each other was alright.

I didn't really get why this "Darkrai" character had helped me out, but I was glad to be back in my best friend's arms. I hadn't seen him in so long and just the thought of never seeing Blaster again was enough to send a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. It didn't matter anymore, however, because Blaster and I were together again and as long as we were together, nothing could bring us down. We were an unstoppable pair and without him I didn't feel complete.

But, standing here in front of Team Rescuers' base, I felt whole again for the first time in a long, long time.