Experiment 105

Chapter 2

In the A/N at the end of this chapter, I will be explaining my reasoning behind the number "105". It is not because she is the one-hundred-fifth experiment. She's not. She's only, say, the fourth attempt. Maybe fifth. This chapter also explains just what kind of experiments were performed on this poor, nameless girl. Wait, I think I said I was gonna call her 105. I do not own Pokemon. If I did, i wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfictions, I'd be making them real! Thanks to Anonymous Ghost for being the first to review!

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Anonymous Ghost: Thanks for you review! I will use the Lego joke in Unova's Downfall, since that is the story I had writer's block with. And, yeah, sure, the mystery man is totally Gary. You silly! :)


My mind whirled. I couldn't turn into a Pokemon! It was physically impossible. I was going to die then. But if my failure disappointed this unknown man, then maybe I should die...Well at this thought, something tiny and deep inside me reared up in protest, saying that what I had become was wrong. But then that overwhelming desire to please this man, to obey his commands, crushed that tiny something. And it was gone. I didn't even remember thinking such a thing once it had been destroyed.

That same desire to want to do as I was told made me want to become a Persian. The next thing I knew, pain had returned. I grit my teeth, clenched my jaw, and curled my hands into fists as I felt my form begin to twist and change. Suddenly, I could no longer clench my hands, move my fingers, or even stand upright. Falling to my knees, I lay there on the floor until the pain receded.

"That looked quite painful."

I looked up quickly at the words. They had sounded female, and it was almost as if the speaker had purred them. "It was..." I tried to stand, but still couldn't make it on my legs. Looking down again, I saw, instead of two arms with hands attached and two legs with feet, four legs with paws. Each paw had claws that were currently unsheathed. Cream-colored fur covered every inch of them that I could see. Turning to the mirror, I raised my head to find the unmistakable face of a Persian staring back at me. I wasn't surprised. Not even a little. I didn't have that emotion. Or startled. Or awed. I felt no emotion at my transformation.

"Well then all I can say is that I'm glad I wasn't made to go through it." There was that purring, female voice again. I turned to look at the man's Persian.

"I'm speaking and understanding your language."

"Well I should hope so. You are a Persian after all."

"And you're one snooty cat."

She growled. "Careful. I remain the Master's favorite, even though you have been his pet project for some time. If we should fight, it will be you who feels his anger for it."

"Fine. At least tell me who he is?"

"Oh, I don't pay much attention to the humans. But I know that Giovanni is in charge of a big group of them called Team Rocket. They're criminals. But the Master is a rich criminal, so I don't really care."

I tried taking a few steps, wanting to get used to moving on four legs. Something clung to me though. To my back, and my hind legs. Trapping my tail. I turned, finding that my shirt, pants, and shoes were still on.

"So you can make the transformation, and it seems you can communicate effectively with Pokemon at least of the same species. But your loose clothing didn't make the transition. Transform back and dress yourself quickly."

I looked up at the man, Giovanni was it?, when he spoke, then managed to wiggle out of my loose clothing, gather it all up, and drag it into the bedroom. Using my mouth of course. Once there, I willed myself to turn back - painlessly this time - and went through my clothing to find that my skintight bra and underpants weren't in the pile! They were on me! I redressed then returned to the sitting room to take up my previous position standing across from Giovanni, looking at him but not quite meeting his gaze.

"What was your transformation process like?" he inquired.

"It was easy. I simply wanted to transform and I did. It was rather painful though. The first time, that is. Also, only my undergarments transformed with me. Possibly because they are skintight."

"The pain will pass with practice. I shall see to it that you get new clothes. Ones that will be able to complete the process with you." He stood, Persian jumping off the couch. "You are the first to prove successful. These quarters shall be yours. You are to begin training tomorrow, at seven in the morning. Someone will be here to get you then." Giovanni studied me intently. "You'll learn the full story of what you have become eventually. But I am in a good mood, and you have shown yourself a successful experiment, so I will allow you this one detail now: you have the ability to Transform into any Pokemon you have seen before because you injected with the DNA of a Ditto." With that, he and his snooty cat left, and I was alone in my new home.


I spent the rest of the day doing what needed to be done to make these rooms liveable: ordering scientists who came and went to get my required items. Since I'd been told new, and more, clothing would be brought, I didn't include it on the list. But I did order other practical items, such as food to stock my new, albeit small, kitchen, or the necessary toiletries for the bathroom.

That finished, I sat down on the couch and stared at the blank TV screen silently. With no emotions came no boredom. And with no boredom came no desire to do something to occupy myself and my time. So I sat. And I stared.


Evening had come, and with it was hunger. Rising from my spot on the couch, where I stayed since first sitting down, I walked into my little kitchen and opened the fridge. Eying the contents, I grabbed a carton of chocolate milk. Setting it on the counter, I turned to the pantry and pulled out a box of pasta. Then I checked the cabinets. And I frowned. I stalked from the kitchen, from my rooms, into the hallway and looked left and right. There was supposed to be a scientist out here. If I needed something, I was to speak with her about it. But she wasn't there.

The sound of heavy breathing and running footsteps caught my attention. I turned to see the scientist quickly approaching. She frowned at me as she stopped. "105, what are you doing out here?"

"Looking for you." I replied in a growl. "I wanted everything I need for a fully stocked kitchen. I went to make dinner, and discovered that I have no pots or pans. How am I supposed to cook anything without a pot or a pan to put it in? Am I missing plates, bowls, cups, or cutlery too?" With each word, I leaned slightly closer until my face was inches from hers. Here was another emotion. Anger. I'm sure she saw it in my coppery eyes, because she backed away.

"S-Sorry!" She turned and ran back the way she had come. I faintly heard her muttering something about alerting the boss before I went back to my rooms and into the kitchen, searching through my collection of food to find something that didn't require cooking.


The scientist wrung her hands nervously, sure this report would be taken as another failure. She looked everywhere in the room, everywhere but at the man in the orange suit or the Persian at his side.

"So it displayed anger when it shouldn't have?"

"Y-Yes sir. Or a-at least very strong annoyance. B-B-But the look in her eyes, s-sir, it was v-vicious!"

"We cannot afford many more of these experiments. 105 will be given a chance. I noticed slightly malicious emotions directed towards the scientist that accompanied me earlier. But 105 changed instantly the moment it caught sight of me. Obviously, there was some sort of side effect that left it with a vicious streak towards most. But I got the results I wanted from it, in terms of both ability and behavior around me."

"Yes sir."

Giovanni smiled thinly, his eyes cold. "I think perhaps I will enjoy this nasty behavior towards others. However, if it should begin to turn its attention to me with its vicious streak, it will be put down like the others. But for now, 105 will live."


I woke late the next morning, literally rolling out of bed. I picked myself up from the floor to find myself on all fours and covered in cream-colored fur again. Apparently, I'd become a Persian sometime during the night. Willing myself to return to my human form, I pulled on the same clothes I had worn yesterday and opened my bedroom door. There, on the floor in front of me, was a pile of neatly folded clothing. I quickly went through the pile. No shoes. No socks. Was I supposed to go barefoot? Well, it made sense. Neither my sneakers or my socks had completed the transformation with me yesterday.

But these clothes...I made a face. A pile of leotards. This was ridiculous! I didn't want to go running around in nothing but a leotard! I left the pile where it was and walked into my kitchen, intending to make breakfast. I ate simply this morning. A glass of chocolate milk (I'd found myself somewhat addicted to the stuff) and a bowl of cereal.

When I was done, I stuck the dishes in the dishwasher, though didn't run it for so small a load, and moved out to the sitting room, once more taking up my seat on the couch and staring at the blank TV screen. Until a knock on my door roused me. With a sigh and a scowl, I realized it must be seven. I went to the door and pulled it open.

I barely got a glimpse of the person outside before the door was pulled closed again by whomever it was and a male voice called, "Put on the proper clothes, girl."

"I am not marching around in nothing but a leotard!" I called back stubbornly, tugging at the door handle. But the male on the other side must have been holding on, because the door barely moved.

"Giovanni says you are! So go change before I come in there to make you!"

"As if you could make me do anything." I snorted, but the mere mention of Giovanni was enough to make me go change.

Once that was done, I returned to the door, wearing a dark gray leotard. "I changed. Open the door!" I demanded.

"Damn, you're a nasty piece of work." the male on the other side sneered. "How rude."

"Open. The. Door." I snarled. I grabbed the door handle again and resumed my tugging. Suddenly the door flew open and I flew back. Hearing snickering, I sat up to glare at the young man that had been standing outside my rooms.

He stepped inside, and I got a good look at him. Green hair, nestled beneath a black hat. He wore a black shirt with an unbuttoned collar, temporarily drawing my gaze there before I looked up again. His mocking green eyes locked with my glaring coppery ones. I took note of the rest of his outfit with my peripheral vision. Black pants tucked into white, knee-high boots with a horizontal red stripe near the top of the boots. Ridiculous white gloves that went up almost to his shoulders, also with a red, horizontal stripe near the cuff. Some silly belt made of light gray rectangles. And lastly, the red "R" on his shirt.

"Who the heck are you?" I asked, emotionless. "And are you aware of how stupid that outfit makes you look?"

This brought a spark of anger to his mocking eyes. "Stupid?" he questioned, pushing the door closed behind him and advancing towards me. I rose from my position on the floor to face him, crossing my arms. In return, he firmly placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back against the wall. "I am often labeled as the scariest and cruelest guy in Team Rocket. Incurring my wrath is the last thing you want to do."

This brought forth a hollow chuckle from me. "I cannot feel fear unless a certain man is nearby." I tried to duck out of his hold, but he just pushed me back against the wall even harder.

"Yes, I was told of this. And unfortunately I don't have permission to try to change that right now. I also heard you have a vicious streak to rival my own." He smirked and stepped back. "I am Executive Proton. I was sent to oversee your training."

"Proton?" I snorted. "Do you have a couple of buddies called Neutron and Electron? Maybe your daddy's name is Atom?"

Once again, anger sparked in his eyes. He turned to regard my bedroom, then me, then shook his head. "Not today..." He approached again, but this time I moved aside.

"I'll warn you now. I know what you were thinking. Don't you ever try that with me." I said flatly.

Proton laughed, managing to snag my wrist and pull me closer. "You know, you're the first girl I've even thought of doing that to."

"You're a creep."

"Do you make it a hobby to insult people, Experiment?" he snarled.

"I don't get bored. I don't need or have hobbies."

"I must admit, when I was given the assignment of overseeing your training, this is not what I expected." His mocking green gaze bored into mine, and I saw something besides anger spark in his eyes as he leaned closer to me. "I didn't expect a girl so much like me. Though I suppose we both have yet to show our so-called vicious streaks."

I lifted a brow slightly, understanding that look he was giving me. Perhaps if he got what he wanted, he would leave me alone; this was beginning to annoy me. So I snorted derisively and shook my head, leaning up. "I know what you want." I growled before planting a kiss on him, then pulling back and away from him before he had a chance to reply in kind. "There. You got it. Now, if you are supposed to 'oversee my training' then why are we standing around here?" I turned and stalked towards the door, glancing back to see him press a finger lightly to his lips before he turned to stare at me, that spark of lust I'd noticed before now a burning flame. I shook my head again and wrenched open the door, walking out into the hallway.


Okay, so this ending bit here with Proton made a bit nervous to write because I only have his quotes from the two times he appears in the SoulSilver game to go off of, as well as the scant article about him on Bulbapedia. I wasn't sure how well I portrayed him. But I kinda like how I showed him here. Fits with the image I have of him. So I can say now that he will be appearing many more times.

Alright, so I said I would explain my ideas behind numbering the girl "105." Well, they all tie into Ditto, at least in its normal, pink blob form. The 1 comes from the fact that Ditto can only learn one move (Transform). The 0 is from Ditto having no Type resistences. And the 5 is because "Ditto" has five letters.

Well, I think that's all for now. The next time I post something, it will be a chapter of Unova's Downfall, then after that will be the next chapter in this story. Please review telling me what you think. Any flames will be used to keep me warm this annoyingly snow-filled winter. LDR out!