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Humans are just fictional. Aren't they? - Seer Jenen the Natu
Charmander sighed happily, tail tucked around his belly and keeping him warm as he read another novel in the night. It seemed like the fictional creatures called humans were all the rage these days; he'd even tried writing a novel of his own about them, but never had gotten past the first few pages. It was simply too difficult trying to make such creatures sound realistic; most writers were so very fanciful, writing such nonsense as having no element (how ridiculous) and having very poor physical abilities, kind of like a magikarp. Nonetheless, they were said to be long-lived and of greater intelligence than most pokemon (once again very ridiculous), and to be monstrous creatures that would gobble up children from their homes at night and then release them to force them to fight their siblings.
It was this horror element about them that interested him, and he always loved to read a good horror novel about them. But there were many that weren't horror, including the famous pikachu work that introduced the concept of pokeballs, strange tiny prisons. Out of copyright, now pokeballs were a pretty common concept in novels, but he always felt like the original work was the best.
Reflecting on the political viewpoint of the time, it represented a near-utopian society where good pokemon did what they were told by superior beings than they, humans (who were an obvious stand in for the great Emperors and holy Rulers of the time) who never treated them truly badly, and when they did, were always defeated by other righteous humans. It was controversial in it's acceptance of slavery, which was a debated issue at that time and age, and had tried to excuse it with the fact that none of the slaves wanted to escape, and was today in arguing of the divine right of superior beings to rule.
Yawning and folding up his book to go clamber into bed, he laughed to himself. The book he'd just tried to read was terrible- a pokemon-human romance called Twidark. Humans definitely weren't beautiful beings, they were supposed to be piss-ugly monsters that couldn't breed with pokemon, he scoffed. The book had completely butchered the species, making them stupid and compliant to the stalker Absol's wishes like some kind of pet, and even smell good. They were supposed to smell awful, but cover themselves in other creature's scents to hide it. In addition, the resulting pokemorph baby was just totally repugnant- it didn't even hatch from an egg! Gross.
There were some stories, fairly rare in number, where humans were pets, or where pokemon themselves didn't exist, or where, laughingly, humans got turned into pokemon or vice versa. Loving fantasy of any type, he'd read them all.
One thing was certain, though, he'd never, ever, meet a human... Though sometimes he wished he could, just to see what they were really like...
Looking out to the sky, Charmander was startled to see a shooting star appear near the stars as he made his wish, then, instead of fading, got rapidly bigger and bigger. With alarm, he realized it was going to crash into his friend Milktank's house, and tore off the fireproof cover of his bed and ran out to warn her, shouting.
"Milktank, you've got to wake up! Milktank, you've got to get out of here!"
As he reached the pasture, he glanced around and could not see his friend anywhere, not even at the hay or beneath her favorite tree. Where could she be...? Ah, now he remembered, he was so bloody stupid! She'd said she'd be gone on vaca-
The ground glowed with light, and then there was nothing but the briefest moment of pain and noise.
Opening his eyes blearily, he groggily wondered how he could happen to still be alive. The world was painfully, shockingly white for a moment, and he gave a cry out to the air- and was startled to hear his own voice.
"Charrr!"
It came out hideously wrong, bestial sounding, and with his name. They had not spoken just their own names for centuries, having figured out to speak the names of others. The number of characters in their own names were very limiting for a language, and having to learn the patterns as a child in order to speak with any other species was a pain. He still knew how to speak that ancient language, of course, but was very rusty, having not studied it since early childhood in school. But what was also disturbing about it was how youthful it seemed. His voice had lost a lot of it's deepness, and he felt like he was once again a small little child.
"Bulbaaaa!" Another sounded, and he strained to figure if there was any intellectual meaning to it, or if it was a startled reaction to the light just like his own. Eyes adjusting, he blinked rapidly to find himself sitting beside a squirtle. That meant the bulbasaur had to be- ah. Beside him, he concluded as he turned his head to see it. They were all sitting on a table.
A bizarre pokemon he didn't recognize was standing in the room, along with several younger ones. With a bright reddish light, another pokemon appeared beside him, and he stared in astonishment at the pikachu there. Then another popped there, an eevee, then a cyndaquil, a totodile, a chikorita, a murkrow- the list went on, but of all them, their most notable feature was that they were babies. The table quite crowded now, he felt nervous as the room mummered about, and eyes passed over him more than once or twice.
"Now, now, to attention everyone, silence please, silence!" the adult male of the group called, who had released the youths from- where those pokeballs? It couldn't be, he rubbed his eyes. And how was that pokemon talking when they couldn't? Ah, wait, perhaps it was because he'd somehow been turned back to a juvenile form, that made sense... just baby babble, that was all, he thought in relief. "Today is a very big day as you will be choosing your starters. They will be your constant companions for the next year provided you don't drop out, or if you are lucky, years. Each has their own advantages and disadvantages, but I must stress that none of them are better than the others."
At once, there was a ton of shouting and noise again, some of which he could make out as 'I want Pikachu!' 'I gotta choose you, Treecko!' 'I demand Charmander!' the last comment of which disturbed him the most. What was this, an orphanage?
"QUIET!" the male yelled over the ruckus. "Now please, one at a time! No grabbing, no stepping on each other's feet, you must behave. You will be training these pokemon, they will not be pets, and this is not a decision to be taken too lightly- I repeat, they will be your partners over the next year if all goes well, maybe longer! Now, you, go first, let's form a line here."
Glancing around, trembling in horror, he glanced at the other pokemon to see if any of them were having this reaction of fear. Disinterest, boredom, excitement, even envy when the first (an odd-hue pikachu, who from the shouting seemed very popular) was chosen. None of them had a clue. None of them cared that it seemed, against all logic, to be humans, those infamous monsters, standing there.
A grinning face appeared in front of him. "I want this one!"
Charmander felt very, very screwed.
- To Continue?
A/N: Okay, this was just a little idea in my head. It was amusing enough I had to doodle it down. I haven't seen this before, but the plot elements themselves aren't very original- I just took the 'reincarnate a pokemon into a human' common plot into 'reincarnate a pokemon into a pokemon' as the next logical step would be- or did I? Did Charmander reincarnate into another charmander, or is he still himself, just younger? Haha... Chapters will probably be very short. If you want to suggest characters/trainers to use (just for fun, it's not like this is seriuz buziness) go ahead, though keep in mind I might interpret or change the character(s) into a way you don't like. Or just throwing some random things out to stir my muse, maybe, that would be appreciated too. Like 'Cloud obsessed ninja hippie' or something... although the resulting character might be a bit too weird.
