Today was about as normal a day as any day could be. Well, "normal" is a pretty subjective term. A normal day for me would be a day of chilling out on my couch, seeing whatever nonsense is spouted out on television, and maybe playing some random games on my 3DS. Maybe I could actually complete Meta Knightmare Returns on Robobot, or just continue my Pokemon Black playthrough. Hell, maybe I could FINALLY get my dang team evenly-leveled. Hopefully, Dad had bought some groceries after work, because all this nothing was DEFINITELY going to take it's toll on my stomach. Before I reclaim my title as "pro" of procrastination, I think I'll just go ahead and reflect a little bit on my life. You never know when something life-changing may happen.

My name's Eveline Thompson, and I just so happen to live in Raleigh of North Carolina. I guess you could say I am in every way the antithesis of a "girly-girl" stereotype. I just turned thirteen a few months ago, and, since my mom's been working out of the house at something that Dad doesn't know the specifics of, Dad's been the only one around the house often. For some reason, Mom's been coming over a bit more recently, and it's just to visit me every so often. Maybe she feels bad for not being with me enough as a kid? Hell if I know. Dad's working at a new place with his friend, who I barely know anything about. I've talked with him via phone, and he seems like a nice dude.

School-life's been kind to me. Made a few friends, denied a few people wanting to get in some sort of relationship. I mean, I can't blame them for trying. I kinda look pretty nice, despite my nature of procrastination. Slim form, Blonde hair, reddish skin... waitasecond- what? I'd look at my right hand, and sure enough, the skin was a deep orange color. That wasn't the kind of color you get from a sunburn. That was every sort of unnatural.

I rushed to the bathroom mirror, and, to my complete shock, not only had my skin went from a light peach to a deep orange, way different from it's usual tone, but even my eyes had also become a dark brown, almost blackened. As if that wasn't enough, one of my hands was way more than just a little bit weird- the fingers were coming together in an odd way, almost like a paw. What in god's name was going on here..?

My thoughts were jostled away from my random internal shock by some knocking at the door downstairs. I quickly rushed downstairs, putting on my shoes and a random glove to hide my disfigured hand. Honestly, I was expecting the worst, but coming down to see who was at the doorway, but thankfully, it was just my mom. I opened the door, putting my one disfigured hand behind my back for extra coverage, and brought Mom inside. She did look a bit weirded out by my awkward skin and eye-color change, but she came in anyway.

"So, what've you been up to lately, Eveline..?" she said in the same near-monotonous voice that she spoke in for all our visits. You get used to it after a while, trust me.

"Not much, just training-up my team of Eeveelutions in Pokemon Black. I finally got my Flareon up-to-snuff, max EVs in attack and speed. She's a real strong one, I tell ya. Here, lemme show ya her stats page." I stood up and grabbed my 3DS from the dining room table, helping myself to a small brownie real quick, and began to walk back to the living room, 3DS in tow. Before you think I'm just weird and antisocial for talking to my mom about this nonsense; let me say that she's cared about Pokemon, too. Well, sorta. She showed interest in me when I started picking up the series as a hobby, so I can only assume she was the same way as a kid.

Unfortunately, my left foot, with no explainable reason, gave out, and, losing balance, I tripped and fell flat on my face. On one hand, the DS landed on the cushiony shag carpetting, so that was nice. On the other, twisted paw-hand, my glove came off, so my weird, disfigured hand was now fully visible to my Mom. And, this was most definitely a baaaaaad thing to happen. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket, but it was too late- Mom was staring at me with the most unbelievable alien look I've seen. Then, she said, in that same monotonous, almost robotic voice, "You're one of them."

Now, my mom's voice had been pretty dang monotonous for a while now, but something about the way she said those four words just sent the most unnerving chill up my spine. I started to get up and tried to run, but my foot was still messing up my balance, and so the most I could do was speed-walk away in an awkward manner. She threw some vases at me, and despite my calls for her to stop, she never once relented her assault. "What the heck are you doing, Mom? It's me, Eveline!" She didn't even hesitate before shaking her head, saying "I would've never raised one of you monsters." My balance eventually gave out, and I tripped and hit my jaw on the stairs, flopping over. Mom stood over me, pulling some sort of spray-bottle out of her purse. She sprayed some sort of purple haze on my face, almost point-blank, and I was out like one's proverbial light.

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I awoke a few minutes later with a bump. I was in some sort of cramped as heck space, and, it may've been just me, but there was clearly some sort of movement going on. Was I in the back of the truck or something..?

I clearly didn't have any time to think, because almost as soon as I woke up, I heard some shouting from outside, and from the front of the vehicle as well. It was hard to make it out, but I managed to catch a handful of words here and there. "...It's coming for us! MOVE!" Only a few seconds after I heard the voices did the truck brake in it's tracks, then speed up after turning in the oppisite direction. Only a few seconds after THAT did the truck stop ever so suddenly, before seemingly being... lifted? The truck started to move again, but at a much faster rate. A few seconds later, the back of the truck was yanked open by some massive hand, exposing the merciless sunlight to my eyes. After a few seconds of adjusting to the harsh sunlight, I saw something that fairly beggared any description possible.

What I saw was a massive Golurk carrying the truck on his back, and looking straight at me. I said the only three words that would've been reasonable at the time; "Whaaat the faaaaack?"

"I'm pretty sure what you're thinking; 'Pokemon aren't real! What are you?' and I'll give you the simple answers sometime soon, at least until we're halfway there."

"Yyyyeah... that's basically what I was gonna ask, but... maybe you could just give me the answers right nowww?! Maybe?"

The Golurk would sigh, assuming a Golurk could sigh. "It's easier the headmistress give you the full story, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you some basics. Basically, you're gonna turn into a Pokeuman, and I'm gonna be taking you to a place specifically for those kinds of people."

"What the heck..? Pokeumans? I'm BECOMING one?!" The Golurk nodded. "Basically, yeah. Can't tell what you're turning into yet... way too early."

"So... you went through the same thing once..?" I said, still relatively unsure as to what EXACTLY WAS GOING ON. "Yeah, we all did. Some have it worse than others, especially me suddenly becoming a nine-foot tall automaton. Anyways, just so we get to know each other better, the name's Leonard. Yours?"

"Uhm... Eveline. Eveline Thompson."