Author's notes: Hi everyone. This story is basically the product of me looking at Pokemon gijinkas all day and wondering just how I could make a good story for something like that. I didn't want to start with Pokemon, though. I wanted something different.

Before we head on, dear reader, you should be warned. Since I am in college, and my free time is already stretched pretty thin, this story may not update for months on end. In fact, it might stop updating altogether. If this is to ever happen, I apologize ahead of time.

If there's any questions you have, ask me on my Tumblr. It's my username, only in all lowercase with no space. The title of it should be "Skye with an E." I'll also be telling you at what point in canon the characters were taken from on there.

Oh, and here's my one and only "I do not own" disclaimer.

If you recognize anything in this fanfic, be it from a movie, comic book, video game, T.V. show, anime, or book, it's probably not mine. I don't have enough money to buy it all, I've got college to pay for, a car to eventually buy, and, oh yeah, I need to get food, since I sort of need that to live.

"So you see, Mr. Boggs, we need you to make your decision soon."

I stared at the files in front of me, then coughed into another tissue. At least half a box more were scattered around me, mostly at my feet. "... I'd go into training after I get rid of this pneumonia, right?" I asked pathetically.

The girl across from me smiled while tugging at one of her pink pigtails. Her hairstyle confused me – she wore most of it down, but she had a tiny pigtail on each side of her head. "Yeah, we would make sure you were at your best. After all, that's how it was with your old job, right?" I caught glimpses of her razor sharp teeth as she spoke. I read her name tag again – Charlotte Momoe – and caught her multicolored eyes.

All and all, she couldn't have been older than twelve.

"Yeah." I rubbed my tired eyes, thinking of how strange it was that just seventy-two hours ago, I had been in my comfortable serpentine body, trying to eat enough before I went into brumation. Then, some weird group of humans who called themselves the "Anthromorphosizers" grabbed me, drugged me, and strapped me to a table, and there were all these experiments, and this huge machine, and the next thing I knew, I was a human too – well, not quite. You could still tell it was me, of course. I still had the invisibility thing, as well as the ability to cling to walls somewhat.

I sighed and picked up my new, government-issued ID and looked at the human staring back at me, his hair down to his rear, mainly purple with blue tips. Three magenta-tipped cowlicks stood up from his forehead, and I subconsciously reached up to smooth them down, only for them to feel them stick back up again. His emerald green eyes stared darkly into the camera, and a few scales peeked out of the collar of his white jumpsuit, the same one I'd been in for two days. Surprisingly, there wasn't a wrinkle or blemish present on his face, and when I'd run my hands over my body when I'd first gotten turned, I'd been shocked to find soft, perfect skin where there wasn't any scales. Of course, it wasn't so perfect anymore now that I'd been arrested and brought here.

"You know, you'd still be on the payroll even when you were going through training." Charlotte said as I snapped out of my train of thought.

"Continue." I said while reaching for another tissue.

"You'd get to stay in an apartment, most likely with some of the people who went through it at the same time as you."

I stared at her. "Not Sullivan!"

Her blue and yellow eyes opened wide. "No, of course not! He actually requested that he get an apartment in the same building, but not close to you if you chose to go into the Kaiju program." She looked over some papers, then continued. "Yeah, see, he'd be on a different floor. You'd be staying with Wheeler and the Perrys." She handed me small copies of their files, and I looked them over. "Take all the time you need."

I put the files down and looked at her. "So, if I chose to stay in prison, I'd be in for sixteen years, and if they found a way for me to turn back, I wouldn't be able to use it until I'm out. Is that right?"

Charlotte nodded. "That's correct."

"But if I went into the Kaiju program, I'd be a free man. The only difference is that I would have to..."

"Fight creatures that cause mass destruction, and you would also help individuals who were forced into a humanoid body. The amount of time you would be in the program would equal your prison sentence, and you could volunteer to do more if you so desired."

I pursed my lips. "So... can I see these creatures? How horrible do they get?"

Charlotte reached into her desk and pulled out a tablet. "Here's a few videos." Her delicate little finger pressed the play button, and the first thing I saw was a warning about excessive amounts of gore.

They definitely didn't put that there for show.

I watched as giant, grinning humans gobbled up a small town, a tiny doll vomiting forth a worm-like creature which then bit the head off of a yellow-haired girl (Charlotte seemed shocked by it. I don't think she knew that was in there.), a creature the size of a city block knocking the head off of a statue, and finally, what appeared to be a dragon downright slaughtering all who stood in its way, until someone managed to chop it up into little bits. "Those... uh... were some of the worst... except for the second..." Charlotte stood up abruptly. "I just remembered, I need to see someone for a... a thing... that's really important! I'll get someone else to take care of you..." She left as if there was something chasing her out. I considered following her, but I knew I'd get in trouble if I left the little room.

Eventually, a heavily tattooed woman walked in. Half her hair was shaved off, but what remained was dark and to her shoulders. Her outfit seemed to suggest she didn't belong here, since while others were dressed in business clothes, she wore a white tank top and gray cargo pants. Her grey eyes seemed unamused as she took Charlotte's seat. "You made up your mind yet?" she asked.

"Well, you're rather direct." As I said this, a small, lizard-like creature skittered into the room and jumped onto the desk. She grabbed it, flicked an unlit cigarette into her mouth, then squeezed the creature. It spat out a tiny flame, which she used to light her cigarette. She then tossed it over her shoulder, and I heard it squeal as it hit the floor. "That was an pymegi. We've had a small problem with them around here lately." she explained, then reached into her pocket, and surprisingly, pulled out an ID like mine, as well as a fancy looking badge. "Walnut Dragon. I'd be your Kaiju squad leader."

"Oh, were you the someone Momoe needed to see?" I asked. "She said it was really important."

"She needed to see the psych warden so he could put her in one of the more secure cells. You see, she has this condition where if she gets provoked, she flies into a murderous rage."

"Oh... it might have been the doll..."

"That doll was her – well, used to be."

"Right..." I watched as she pushed a few papers across the table, along with a pen. "So, I just sign here?" I asked before falling into a coughing fit. Walnut stared, then put out her cigarette. "Thanks."

"No problem. And, you know, I wouldn't be offended if you didn't sign."

I grabbed another tissue and pressed it to my mouth as I hacked a bit more, then grabbed the pen and signed my name. "So, that's it then."

"Yup. We'll release you into the public tomorrow." She started picking up all the papers on the desk. "We'll let you pick out some clothes." She then stood up. "Don't leave. Someone's gonna come to escort you back to your cell."

"Got it." Walnut left briskly, and it wasn't long before a guard came in and handcuffed me, and led me to the little concrete room. After being uncuffed, I sat on my bed and laid down, thinking about what would become of me. I'm going to do fine. I've got the scare training, and the invisibility. That should help, right? I pinched parts of the sheets up into little mountains while thinking it over.

I figured I'd be dead in a couple months.