This is my own story within the PercentVerse (original story artist Jackboy0815), a Pokémon spinoff universe in which 30% of earth's population turns into Pokémon
I apologize for the not so great formatting, I just got into this site/app today!
August 21st, 2019. Now thats a day to remember. It was the day of the Big Event. The name may be a bit bland to most (including myself), but the day itself will be remembered for decades to come. My name is Will, I was 17 at the time of the Big Event, and this is my story.
It was 2:30 in the morning for me, I wake up sobbing. I normally am a usually emotionally detached person, but around 6 months ago my first girlfriend dumped me. It may have been a while ago, but she was my first, and she cut me deep. I'm just now able to get on the road to recovery, the aforementioned 6 months I have no recollection. I get up quietly to get a snack, maybe the food will help calm me. Rummaging around, I find little besides Spaghettios. I'm not complaining, I love them!
I'm just finishing off the last spoonful, and I'm glad I chose Spaghettios. I know I won't be able to go to bed right after eating, so I get out my phone to play some of my games on there. As a habit I look at the time as I open my phone. 2:55 central time. I do my best to keep quiet, as my parents and brother are still asleep; normally my parents would kill me for playing on my phone this early in the morning, and so I wouldn't even try it. But they've been understanding since it was obvious I've been in deep emotional pain, so they relaxed on some of the rules I have to follow.
As I'm playing, I get hit with a very intense migraine. I do my best to power through it and don't pay much attention to it as its somewhat common with me, even before my breakup. I have a morbid humor of thinking a version of me from a parallel universe just died when that happens. No doubt this case being suicide because of the breakup, as I've considered that in the past, but I've moved on from that behavior. Guess another me didn't. It hits me again, this time worse than its ever been. I drop my phone in shock, grasping at my skull. I collapse onto the ground, the pain so intense I feel like puking. Unable to move or say anything, I lay there for what seems like an eternity. Then, suddenly, the pain stops.
I get up, wondering what the hell just happened. But somethings... different. I look around, trying to figure out what. Why is everything so tall? I'm on my feet aren't I? I look down at myself, and see something I wasn't expecting. Paws? And since when did I have this puff of fur on my chest? Wait... fur??? I run around to try and find a mirror. I remember we only have 3 mirrors in the entire house; one in the dining room, one in the bathroom, and the last in my parents room. Initially I try to use the ones in the dining room and bathroom, but they're too high up suddenly. Quietly I sneak into my parents room, as the one in there is one that hangs on a door, and it reaches to the ground. I finally see myself in the mirror, and am dumbfounded as to what I see. I resemble a small brown fox, most people would see that as such, but I know what it really is. An eevee? I've dreamed of becoming one since a really profound dream I had over a year ago where I was one, but I always thought it would have to be something I ask God for when I die and go to heaven. Surely this is another dream? The pain I felt earlier suggests otherwise, but surely this isn't possible?
I sit on my bed (luckily I left a step stool near it, as to why I don't know), trying to figure out what I should do. Should I wake up my parents? Probably not the best idea, they probably wouldn't recognize me, throw me out of the house thinking I was some wild animal. Should I turn on the news, see if this is happening to anyone else? Not the best idea either, my household doesn't really watch the news unless some major political event is happening (like the presidential election), so I wouldn't know which channel to turn to, and would probably result in the same as me just waking up my parents. Besides, I doubt I would be able to use the remote with my new paws anyways. I guess the best thing to do is to go back to sleep and maybe this will turn out to be another dream.
I wake up to screaming, I instantly recognize it as my Mom. Without thought I rush to see what the problem is, and she's sprawled in the corner, fear in her eyes. Opposite her, still in my parents bed, is a munchlax, confusion and concern on its face. My father is nowhere to be seen, and it clicks.
"Dad? Is that you?" The muchlax replies without looking at me, "Yes, Will, what kind of dumbass question is that? And what the hell is wrong with your mother?" He turns to me, finally looking me in the eyes, and his face turns to shock. "What the hell? You sound like my son, but you're just some weird fox!" I'm somewhat hurt at these words, but I understand his confusion. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror Dad." "What? Why?" "Just do it alright? Maybe it won't calm the situation with Mom, but you'll probably understand her behavior." Annoyance crosses his face. Clearly he hasn't looked at himself at all. Finally he does it, and what was annoyance turns to shock and disbelief. "Wha... what? What even is this? Am I in some weird dream?" "Believe me when I say no, this morning I woke up-" I have half a mind to tell him because of the breakup, but I never confided in him with this stuff. "Uhh because I was really hungry and I turned this way soon after I finished eating. It was really painful, just be glad you slept through it." He didn't say anything, but I can tell he understood why I really woke up. He decided to try to figure out what to do. "Do you have any idea what caused this?" "No idea, but I feel like a more pressing matter is calming down Mom." "Fair point, but I've tried to talk to her but she doesn't seem to understand me, like I'm speaking a foreign language or something." I suddenly remember something from the Pokemon tv show. "Wait... our bodies have somehow changed into Pokémon, what if somehow our brain were changed to where we're talking like Pokémon too?" I do some quick explaining to him about the show, as he never watched any of the show because he thought it was a "kids" show. After I finish, he asks "well then how do we talk to her?" I stand there for a second, deep in thought. It was a good question. Then I get an idea. I go get my little brothers IPad, he has a doodle app on it, and we could write what we want to say! I have some difficulty carrying it, after all I'm still getting used to this new body. I open up the app with some difficulty, and manage to write out "its us, Will and Dad". I nudge the IPad over to my Mom and she stares at it, still as a statue.
After a very long awkward silence, she finally says something. "It really is you guys? What happened to you?" I take the IPad back, and write out a response. "Yes, its us. As far as to what happened we have no idea" she reads the new message, I can see the gears turning in her head. "Well at least I know you guys weren't swapped out with some aliens or something." she chuckles nervously, maybe she isn't 100% convinced its us yet. "Why can't I understand what you're saying? Why do we have to use this app?" Oof, this is a bit of a big one to explain on a drawing app. Still, I do my best, and she seems to understand. "So... you guys magically turned into these fictional animal things, and somehow it changed how you talk too?" Its a bit of a blunt and broad explanation, but she is right, so I nod yes. At least I don't have to write everything. A thought occurs to me, if this happened to me and Dad, who's to say it didn't happen to my brother? This exact thought seems to cross my mothers mind at the same time, and we both rush to his room. He's still asleep, and still human. My Mom sighs in relief, for obvious reasons. My Dad huffs up behind us. "Why... is... walking... so... hard?" I turn to him, and give him a logical answer. "When you changed, you changed into a Pokémon who has little to no legs, and is also pretty much obese by default, thats most likely why." I can tell the obese part pissed him off, but he looks at himself again and sees that I'm right, as much as it may have insulted him without me meaning to.
We go to the living room, to discuss what to do. Communication is slow, for obvious reasons, but we manage to get through it. "Dad, you and mom should stay here and wait for Brandon to wake up. He'll need some explaining that his brother and father have turned into magical creatures. In the mean time I'm going to go out and see who else has been affected, if any." I say the same to my Mom, with the IPad. They don't like the idea of me going out by myself in my current state, but Dad wouldn't be able to keep up with me, and he couldn't stay at home with Brandon by himself, so they reluctantly agree.
Continued in Chapter Two