"That's right. You're a pokemon now, and forever more. Welcome to our world, master."

I felt like I had been shot again. I lifted my arms up to cover my face but noticed that they were coated with silver fur. "What the fuck!" I yelled, quickly withdrawing them. I then begun to observe my entire body; coated with silver fur with a white mane and a bushy tail.

"Oh my fucking entire shit Arceus!" I yelled, rolling around the floor. "This… this can't… I'm an… eevee…" 'm about to live as a pokemon for the rest my entire life… My friends; Jamal, My family, what of them? More than that, I was completely drenched in hatred, disgust and anger against Cyrus and team Galactic. They killed me for their twisted experiment.

Quickly, Ivy, my Leafeon, stepped up to comfort me. "It's better than dying, at least." She assured as I completely burst out in a ball of silver fur, yelling and letting my frustration out. I wouldn't let those space suit fuckers win. Every time they started drama, I'd normally cease it. The capturing of the lake guardians, the summoning of the legendaries; I stopped it all and put them in their place.

Now they put me in mine.

"Didn't fucking help." Sparky, my Jolteon told Ivy. Quickly, she stepped up. "Master, you're going to hurt yourself." She whispered.

Pulling out my fur in a failed attempt to magically regain skin was not a very smart idea, and by the end of it I was bleeding, writhing in a ball of pain, still crying and cursing out team Galactic. Quickly, Solareon stepped up to me and I found myself completely unable to move. She had put me in a psychic grip, and turned me to face all my pokemon as I thrashed about.

"Master, We're sorry this had to happen but we're here to help. Please, let us. Besides, we know more about being a pokemon than you." She told me with a nice smile, as I realized something.

I've been so immature! All I cared about was getting revenge.* I thought. Tearing out tufts of fur wouldn't change anything. Quickly, I hid my face in embarrassment, but Solareon lifted my head up and nuzzled my cheek.

"As always, you're all always there for me." I told them with a simper. "Actually, I guess I could use this situation to my advantage. You get to beat the shit out of whatever you don't like." I added as they laughed.

"Currently, your only a level one, but we can fix that." Crescent told me.

"For now, we'll serve as your personal bodyguards!" Neptune told me with a grin. They were almost level eighty, so I was glad to have some protection. Turning around, I noticed that the fur I had yankee out from myself was silver. "Aren't eevee's brown?" I asked, as they nodded.

"You're one of a kind, master. A shiny!" Candy told me.

"Cool!" I thought, now admiring my silver coat. Then, a thought dawned on me. "Won't people try to catch me?" I asked.

"Don't worry, we will protect you, master." Neptune told me, standing by my side. I smiled, knowing that my pokemon team kicked ass. "Once again, thanks." I told them. However, I still felt weak and my dull headache was starting to hurt. Solareon observed this. "Blaze, bring master some berries."

"I'm fine, and you can just call me Phil." I replied, smiling slightly.

"You were dead half an hour ago. It tastes good too." Solareon insisted.

Eventually, Blaze came back with a sitrus berry, handing it over as I bit into the yellow flesh with my new incisors. It tasted like a sourdrop, which I happened to enjoy, so by the time I finished eating the filling flesh, I felt more relaxed. Stretching out my forearms, I now felt less sore. It still felt really, really uncomfortable, as if the locations of my previous limbs were tangled up and misplaced around my elongated body. I felt as if my arms and legs were there, and instinctively, when I attempted to move them to scratch my irritatingly itchy back or scalp, my hind legs or forearms would randomly move instead. It was just so awkward!

To top it off, I felt super sensitive. Every touch: Neptune's nose, Crystal's hug; they all felt really itchy and amplified. It would take me a really, really long time until I'd get used to this. If I even got used to it.

"Master - I mean, Phil, what do you want to do now?" Sparky asked as I attempted a shrug.

"I don't know, but I need some time to adjust…"

I had one thing in mind. Take advantage of my pokemon-ness, terminate team galactic.

Avenge my death.

But first, I need to learn to fight. Eventually, with nods, my pokemon left me alone to explore my new self. Looking around, I noticed that I was in a large room with silver walls that lacked furniture except for a couple machines that looked identical to a washing machine and a table. I was in my testing room.

I layed down and contemplated what had happened. *So… Cyrus came, fucking murdered me and revived me as an eevee. Yet, something's strange. How did he know about my project? I didn't tell anyone but my pokemon.*

I closed my eyes, thinking about the possible ways that he could have known about me. "Spying…?"

No, that couldn't be. I'd have noticed and I doubt any spy would wait for eight hours a day watching me work on a project that I never named. In fact, I didn't even say anything about the project out loud. My pokemon knew because I told them when they were in their rooms, so unless they walked inside my house, they would not know.

Scratching my furry scalp, I begun to rake my brain to figure out how they would have done it. Luckily for me, getting into the field of pokescience meant you needed to have a very observant mindset. It also helped that I worked for the Sinnoh police for some quick and easy cash back in the day, and was pretty much their best detective. I practically didn't even have to go outside, simply stayed in the offices, looked at a case file and solved it immediately.

Have to go outside!

A grin spread across my face. The team galactic members didn't need me to go outside. They had something internal. A tool, maybe a microphone, some kind of bug. But, where did they put it?

"Aha!"

Half limping, half dragging my new body across the floor, I finally found myself at my pokemon's room. As quiet as could be, I stumbled and made my way past the small cushion mattresses that my pokemon slept on. Eventually, I reached the wall. Slowly, I began to observe and take in every detail, until after what seemed like ages, I finally found a small piece of tape stuck against the wall that was as big as an SD card. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small lense. They were fucking filming me.

Still, to get in there and place it… How did they manage? Since it was next to my lab, it was underground and the last time somebody went in was a couple weeks ago, for servicing. The workers came, checked everything but found nothing wrong.

"Oh, you fucking…" I shook my head in disgust. Team galactic planned this from day one. What an excessive amount of time wasted. Those workers were probably with them. They could have just killed me then and there; I practically already finished almost everything.Oh, wait. They didn't know how to operate it. They needed someone to use it for them.

It was my pokemon who saved me.

They waited until I finished, killed me there so that my pokemon would revive and use it. That also begs the question… Why even bother wasting so much time trying to experiment on someone?

What did they plan on doing with the reviver?

One thing's for sure; they were doing something sick, evil and power hungry. Like Cyrus told me, they are reviving a legendary… but which?

The ones that are alive aren't a choice… The ones that aren't powerful wouldn't be wanted… Something strong. Something that could tear this world apart if used correctly. It needed to be flexible to do that.

"Mew?" Mew can transform, maybe it is Mew. But mew is weak as fuck, they wouldn't need mew. No, they're looking for his counterpart. They're reviving Mewtwo.

Not just reviving… Creating. They're creating more Mewtwo's, I assume a whole fucking army. That'd explain their interest in my reviver: Once a pokemon dies, it can be brought to life again with a different organism. Take me, for example. Pretend I was a pokemon with good IV's and EV's for defence. Kill me, revive me as an eevee. Suddenly, this eevee would have a shit ton of defense, which would be abnormal for that species… yet overpowered. It would be really, really tough. Just like the Mewtwo's that I assume team Galactic would be making.

I groaned as I imagined the fucking disaster that team Galactic would be stirring up. I had to find a way to stop them before they overpowered everyone. *I fucking regret making that…* I think, hobbling over to my lab. By now, I had gotten more accustomed to my eevee body, so I picked up the pace.

How would I find out where their secret studies, or HQ or whatever is located?*Slowly, a smile crept on my lips. *Where's that camera sending the footage to? Find out, head there… that'd be a start.* As I was lost in thought, I tripped on my own bushy tail. *Yet this fucking body is going to be a hinderance. Fucking damn it! Maybe I can tell the pol - Nah, they're useless as fuck. Can't even catch two team rocket villains. I'm on my own, as a level one SHINY fucking eevee. Nothing screams "CATCH ME!" more than this shitty silver coat. Ugh!*

I found myself up the stairs and into my own room which was now torn up and littered with garbage. I assume team Galactic ransacked the entire place. Maybe I should ask my pokemon what happened. I heard a familiar trot coming from behind me. *Just in time!* I think, turning around to see Blaze, holding in her mouth a weird dark green crown-ish item with five yellow spheres and two grey ones. I attempted to raise an eyebrow, but instead inclined my ear. "What's that?" I questioned as she opened her mouth, dropping it in front of me.

"It's an exp. Share, master, for you." She replied, nudging it closer to me with her paw.

I smiled. Just what I needed. Hopefully I could jump up a couple levels… enough so that I don't get fucked over by a bidoof's tackle or some shit. Before she started training me, I wanted to know what happened when I died.

"Blaze?""Yes?""Did team galactic come in when I was shot?"A distressed look momentarily formed on her face, answering the question for me.

"Do you know what they did?""No, master. They chased us down to the basement, to your lab. They were yelling, saying they were outnumbered by nine pokemon and wanted to retreat.""But, there were only eight of you.""I know, master, so we quickly got a ninth one. We revived you, whilst hiding in the basement. Once they saw you were there, they got scared and left."

I gritted my teeth as my fur stood up on my back. "They weren't scared. They manipulated you all into reviving me, which is exactly what they wanted. Can't blame you, though. I do like to live."

A worried look crossed Blaze's face, but it subsided as I finished my response.

"Master, what do you want us to do?"I pondered my decisions for a moment. Finally, I made up my mind. "Gather the others, I've got some explaining to do. Oh, don't need to call me master."

Important! Next chapter I plan on having some other female pokemon take interest in him. There might or might not be a lemon depending on how you all feel, or how I feel. Put a review if you'd like to see some hawt action, and with which pokemon?

I had a shit ton of fun writing this. Hope you enjoyed. I won't be updating for awhile now because I'm going to finish up On a Secluded Mountain, plus that story needs some revisions. Also, I've been spending time reading another story called Deceptive obsession by Hentasma-Chan. Go check it out, if you're into yandere-ish romance.

I also want to finish my other lemons (Learning to scream, Let us train you) and despite LUTS being finished, I kinda rushed it so I want to rewrite some scenes. I also want to rewrite OASM because I felt like I dragged it in certain places. Regardless, thanks for reading! Catch you in one of my stories later. Peace!P.S. Thx for the review, FlamingFangz! I made sure to change it to "Well, well."