Disclaimer: You know the drill, Pokémon ain't mine and neither is Animorphs. As for everything else, aka characters and plot, belong completely to me and my co-authors: BlackShadowMew (who makes a cameo appearance and may have a bigger role sometime in the future), Myuu the Mew, Darkmew, Patric Alpha, Vaporeon20001, Washu da Mew, and Cyborg Raichu1. Their respective characters belong to themselves.
Author's Note: This is a fanfic based off a story chain on the Pokémorphs EzBoard. It's CyRai's idea, but I was the one who continued it and developed it into this fic. Reality and anime cross and come to a startling climax in this new, original story. Without further ado, I present The New Pokémorphs.
My name is Allison.
Most of you know me as Lugia42, or Charmega. Those are only my online names, of course. My made-up personalities that I draw obessively in class.
I was an ordinary teenage girl. I went to High School, hung out with my best friend Jessie (you may know her better as Rapidash), and liked to sleep as much as I could in Math class.
I was fourteen when this all started. An event that would change my entire life...and even after it. So what if I liked Pokémon at that age? My older brother Chris (who is also known as LaForce) was seventeen, and he still loved Pokémon. Not as much as me, though.
It was a regular Saturday morning. I had set my alarm the night before to wake me up ten minutes before the brand-new Pokémon Johto Journies episode would begin.
I woke up early in the morning. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I knew something was wrong. I didn't feel...right, for some strange reason. It felt like I was walking on a carpet covered in feathers, and everything seemed smaller than usual. I didn't even notice that my glasses weren't on, I could see a lot better than before.
I just happened to glance in the mirror, and screamed a hawklike battle cry. Staring back at me was a white birdlike head, with blue-black eyespikes and purple irises. I had a double row of blue-black feathers down my back, which was a little more arched than usual. My hands were clumsy and covered in feathers, because they were wings now. Wings with four fingers and a thumb, at least it looked like that. My legs were birdlike with feather-covered feet, which explained the soft carpet feeling. I had a long white tail with two blue-black spikes on the end.
I tried to say something, but all that came out was a lovely melodious sound. At once it hit me what had happened.
I was a Lugia.
~~~~~
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and slowly put my hands in front of my face. They were wings, all right.
I crossed my eyes. Yup, that was a beak. And it was surprisingly unnoticable. My eyes had moved more to the sides of my head, which was really weird.
I turned my head completely around, startling myself as I did so. Tail, check. Complete with black-blue spikes like a Stegosaurus. Stabilizing feathers on back, check. Folded down until I wanted to show them off.
I glanced over at my keyboard sorrowfully. How was I supposed to type? I could use the mouse, but it would take forever to type in Character Map.
Operating on a hunch, I clicked onto the proxy server and accessed the Internet. I pulled up the Pokémorphs board, noting with surprise that I had become a Moderator overnight.
I clicked on the Miscellaneous Discussion forum and waited for it to load. There was a new topic by Cyborg Raichu1, a friend of mine from Denmark. It was titled, "I'm a Raichu!"
That got my attention even more than my own transformation. I somehow managed to maneuver the mouse just right and clicked the topic. It opened up, and I began to read:
I know you won't believe me, but this is true. I morphed into a Raichu today! I
don't know whether I can change back, but this is cool. I'm a Pokémon! For real!
Interested, I read the replies. Vaporeon20001 had the same thing happen to her! Only she seemed a little more optomistic and hyper than CyRai had.
Wow CyRai, I'm a Pokémon too! I morphed into Vaporeon this morning!
Patric Alpha's reply was a bit more in depth. He had become an Espeon, and wanted to meet up with the other 'Pokémorphs,' as they were now calling themselves. He had arranged a meeting at the Statue of Liberty in New York. A long way for CyRai, but not too long for the rest of us. We could manage.
Time to add my own info.
~~~~~
I was in the middle of trying to figure out how to type my when a sudden "Great Disturbance in the Force" rocked my mind.
I collapsed onto the keyboard, deleting my reply, but I was in too much mental distress to bother worrying about that.
Somewhere, somehow, three of the boardees were in trouble. The three that had posted about their transformations. But how did I sense...?
I almost smacked my forehead, but missed when I forgot I no longer had one of the same proportions. Duh! I was a psychic! I could sense things about people I know fairly well or care about!
Vap, CyRai, Patric! I yelled telepathically, trying to pinpoint them. This is Lugia42! What's going on with you three?
Lugia! We're at the Statue of Liberty! Hurry, we're in trouble! We're being attacked by the US military and they've captured CyRai! HURRY! Patric's psychic voice shouted.
I flexed my wings. Lovely. Awake five minutes and already the world is upside-down. And now I had to go save their butts from certain destruction.
Lucky me.
Author's Note: This is a fanfic based off a story chain on the Pokémorphs EzBoard. It's CyRai's idea, but I was the one who continued it and developed it into this fic. Reality and anime cross and come to a startling climax in this new, original story. Without further ado, I present The New Pokémorphs.
My name is Allison.
Most of you know me as Lugia42, or Charmega. Those are only my online names, of course. My made-up personalities that I draw obessively in class.
I was an ordinary teenage girl. I went to High School, hung out with my best friend Jessie (you may know her better as Rapidash), and liked to sleep as much as I could in Math class.
I was fourteen when this all started. An event that would change my entire life...and even after it. So what if I liked Pokémon at that age? My older brother Chris (who is also known as LaForce) was seventeen, and he still loved Pokémon. Not as much as me, though.
It was a regular Saturday morning. I had set my alarm the night before to wake me up ten minutes before the brand-new Pokémon Johto Journies episode would begin.
I woke up early in the morning. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I knew something was wrong. I didn't feel...right, for some strange reason. It felt like I was walking on a carpet covered in feathers, and everything seemed smaller than usual. I didn't even notice that my glasses weren't on, I could see a lot better than before.
I just happened to glance in the mirror, and screamed a hawklike battle cry. Staring back at me was a white birdlike head, with blue-black eyespikes and purple irises. I had a double row of blue-black feathers down my back, which was a little more arched than usual. My hands were clumsy and covered in feathers, because they were wings now. Wings with four fingers and a thumb, at least it looked like that. My legs were birdlike with feather-covered feet, which explained the soft carpet feeling. I had a long white tail with two blue-black spikes on the end.
I tried to say something, but all that came out was a lovely melodious sound. At once it hit me what had happened.
I was a Lugia.
~~~~~
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and slowly put my hands in front of my face. They were wings, all right.
I crossed my eyes. Yup, that was a beak. And it was surprisingly unnoticable. My eyes had moved more to the sides of my head, which was really weird.
I turned my head completely around, startling myself as I did so. Tail, check. Complete with black-blue spikes like a Stegosaurus. Stabilizing feathers on back, check. Folded down until I wanted to show them off.
I glanced over at my keyboard sorrowfully. How was I supposed to type? I could use the mouse, but it would take forever to type in Character Map.
Operating on a hunch, I clicked onto the proxy server and accessed the Internet. I pulled up the Pokémorphs board, noting with surprise that I had become a Moderator overnight.
I clicked on the Miscellaneous Discussion forum and waited for it to load. There was a new topic by Cyborg Raichu1, a friend of mine from Denmark. It was titled, "I'm a Raichu!"
That got my attention even more than my own transformation. I somehow managed to maneuver the mouse just right and clicked the topic. It opened up, and I began to read:
I know you won't believe me, but this is true. I morphed into a Raichu today! I
don't know whether I can change back, but this is cool. I'm a Pokémon! For real!
Interested, I read the replies. Vaporeon20001 had the same thing happen to her! Only she seemed a little more optomistic and hyper than CyRai had.
Wow CyRai, I'm a Pokémon too! I morphed into Vaporeon this morning!
Patric Alpha's reply was a bit more in depth. He had become an Espeon, and wanted to meet up with the other 'Pokémorphs,' as they were now calling themselves. He had arranged a meeting at the Statue of Liberty in New York. A long way for CyRai, but not too long for the rest of us. We could manage.
Time to add my own info.
~~~~~
I was in the middle of trying to figure out how to type my when a sudden "Great Disturbance in the Force" rocked my mind.
I collapsed onto the keyboard, deleting my reply, but I was in too much mental distress to bother worrying about that.
Somewhere, somehow, three of the boardees were in trouble. The three that had posted about their transformations. But how did I sense...?
I almost smacked my forehead, but missed when I forgot I no longer had one of the same proportions. Duh! I was a psychic! I could sense things about people I know fairly well or care about!
Vap, CyRai, Patric! I yelled telepathically, trying to pinpoint them. This is Lugia42! What's going on with you three?
Lugia! We're at the Statue of Liberty! Hurry, we're in trouble! We're being attacked by the US military and they've captured CyRai! HURRY! Patric's psychic voice shouted.
I flexed my wings. Lovely. Awake five minutes and already the world is upside-down. And now I had to go save their butts from certain destruction.
Lucky me.