"Another subject a success, sir."

I heard these words, but they were muffled. Where was I? Why were my eyes closed? Should I open them?

"Good. This is becoming quite easy. They will all be crucial for most of the operation." What operation? Who are they?

I forced my eyes open. I saw a bunch of humans through a green glass. Why was I in hear? Did I do something wrong? I'm a smeargle. There isn't much I can do wrong.

I tried to stand up, but failed. Something was wrong. My body wasn't the same. I look down, and almost fall back into unconsciousness.

I was still mostly smeargle, but I was now also part human. It was more like I was a smeargle with the skeleton of a human. My hands had five fingers, which felt very odd and uncomfortable. My feet were longer, which made standing close to impossible. My joints were much more defined, making my movements feel wrong.

What was going on? I remembered being bought from my original trainer for something, but everything after that was a blank.

One of the people gasped. "Look! It's awake!"

The one who seemed to be in charge pushed him towards me. "Well, don't just stand there! Let it out! Our early experiments died due to suffocation in there!"

He climbed up a small stepladder and twisted the top off of the glass tube I was currently in. He looked down at me. "Can you stand up?"

I scowled at him and pointed at my feet. He seemed to get the idea. "Sir, it isn't used to its new body yet. It is unable to stand." I scowled some more. I am not an it.

The man sighed. "Well, we still need him out of the tube. Tip it over." My eyes widened. What? Tip me over?

I felt the tube tilt, and I quickly pushed myself against the side of the tube. I managed to keep myself from tipping over.

The man let out a huff of frustration. "Well, if it wants to be stubborn, than it can stay in there until it can stand." He motioned to all of the people, and they all left.

I picked up my tail and stared at it. I loved my tail. Most smeargle have green or red tails. Sure, you get some with other colors, but mine was special. I could change the color of my tail at will. I wonder if I still could.

It was currently red at the moment. I concentrated, and it slowly turned from red to light blue. I smiled. At least I could still do that.

I started trying to use my new body. I first figured out all the muscles I could use. Then I figured out how all of my joints worked. When I felt somewhat confident, I tried to stand. It was done quite ungracefully, but I managed to get myself into a technically upright position.

I leaned against the tube for a while, then was able to stand on my own. I was starting to have some fun. I hopped up and down. I could tell I had kept my nimble pokemon movements. I thought about jumping out of the tube, when more people walked in.

"Ah, so you managed to stand," one of them, a woman, said. She had soft brown eyes and flowing blonde hair. "We thought we were going to have to pull you out with some rope or something." She climbed the small stepladder and looked down at me. "We saw you jumping. Can you jump out?"

I leapt up as high as I could and grabbed the side of the tube. I then unfortunately learned how hard it was to use five fingers and how slippery the glass was. I fell down.

She laughed. "That's a no." She held out her hand. "Here, I'll pull you up."

I jumped again and grabbed her hand. Her hand folded around mine and she pulled me up. I then unceremoniously fell to the ground outside of the tube.

She hopped down and helped me up. "Now, why don't we move you to your room?" She guided me out of the room we were currently in, through a labyrinth of hallways, and into another room. This one was suited for living. It had a bed, a window, a bathroom, a closet. Why were they putting me here?

"Now," said the woman, "I have other things to attend to. You just sit tight in here until someone comes to get you." She gave me one last smile, and left.

I started to search the room, starting with the closet. There was an array of cloths inside it. Was I supposed to put them on? Pokemon never wore cloths. Then again, am I still a pokemon?

I flicked through the cloths and pulled out what I believed to be an ordinary human outfit. I had on a brown t-shirt and some jeans. There was even a hole in them meant for my tail. All in all, it wasn't that uncomfortable.

I sat down on the bed and looked out the window. It was a peaceful piece of mountain scenery.

There was a knock on my door. I didn't know how to signal that they should come in. Luckily, the person just walked in.

No, not person. It was another pokemon person.

It was obviously a Parasect. He wore a red lab coat, and had on huge pearly white circular spectacles. His fingers were pointed, and he kept touching his first finger with his second, which made them look like pincers snapping. There was a large mushroom atop his head.

"Greetings," He said, straightening his spectacles. "Your name is?"

I glared at him. I didn't know how to talk. I hadn't even tried to use my vocal cords yet. This man seemed to think that I could, but was just being stubborn. He walked up and grabbed my face with those creepy fingers. I did the natural thing, I swung my tail around and hit him aside the head.

He staggered back, and scowled at me. "You wish to be difficult?" Sticky silk shot from his fingers and wrapped around my hands and feet. This wasn't right. Paras nor Parasect could learn string shot.

He pulled me to him, where his hands clamped down on my arms. This was vicegrip. How did he know these moves? "I am willing to give you another chance. If you continue to be difficult, I know just what to do with you." I scowled, and my tail flicked in his direction, sending blue paint flying onto his glasses. He staggered backwards, releasing me. He then clicked his tongue, and faced me. I could've been wrong, but I was pretty sure he was using echolocation to identify where I was. "Fine then, I will send you with the other misfits. If you're still alive in three days, we might talk again."