Hello all just to remind you, this is in the universe of 30 Percent by Jackboy0815! Go check out the fic that started this! It's much better than mine:)

I don't move for what seems like an eternity, overwhelmed by emotions and memories that fade like a distant memory. . but not all. I start crying. Thick blue liquid that evaporates in less than a minute, it hisses as it touches the roof. I twitch and convulse as I curl myself up on the roof of the gas station, doing my best to hold my head in my paws. I'm twitching, claws out and body tense, energy arcing from me in sporadic crackles.

"So much, too much."

The memories make my body think I can do things I've never done; old/new instincts try to move energy in ways I've never moved them before. But- but have I? My head hurts.

'I-I need to calm down, I need-'

I need to not think, and music always helps with that.

"Think of presents, think of snow-"

I have a full body twitch from trying to use an energy channel that doesn't exist,

"Think of sleigh bells- Off you go!

You can fly, you can fly!

You can ffflllyyy~!"

I'm panting and full of aches and pains.

'Ow.'

Slowly, I start to straighten myself out.

*-rip~*

It hurts. My body formed channels wrong. I tear them getting back to my fe-paws.

'rrrrrrrrrrr. Ow. Fix, fix yourself. Find that inner sight again.'

Awkwardly standing, doubtlessly bruised all over with internal bleeding, I try to look inward. It comes in seconds, second nature after just one, . . time? Experience? Whatever it should be called, It's easy now. I see my inner self; it needs to be fixed. A vague blueprint, yes that's what I am right now, a sheet of paper, a blurry 3D model to be fixed. My bones are in order, my heart has sorted itself out into a different configuration, more . . Flowy. And spinney? It's pretty. My mind is unchanged, but not my channels. They have suffered a small degree of uncontrolled growth. It doesn't look pretty. I need to rip the improper channels apart before I fill them in. I come out of, . . heh, 'inner' mode.

'. . . This is gonna suck.'

It does.

*.-_~RrrIpP*

The pain of moving makes me spas out, which makes more pain, which makes me spasm-

I'm Screeching like a broken speaker, twisting and writhing on the roof, and after a minute of this which feels like an hour I go into my inner mode. It looks. . Not better but ready to be fixed. My, let's just call it fuel. The fuel that was trapped in the dead-end channels is,. . Less, less nutritious, less good for me, and thicker?

'So, . . My blood starts to harden? If it isn't being cycled? Shit.'

Unlike the human cardiovascular system, my heart doesn't refresh energy throughout my body, it regulates it. I don't know how I know, but I do. The channels are ripped, so I can cycle. And, . fix those channels, along with my tissues. Musculature? Whatever you call it. The healing process is, weird? I designate this section of my channels to be filled in, and over time, the walls grow inward, into the channel that's to be closed off.

'My body is smart. It knows what to do, I know what to do, pull, flex, change, change, change. . . '

Half-asleep, half-awake, all thoughts devoted to the chosen changes, pull, flex, convert from liquid to solid, mistake, rip the channel open and try again. Pull, flex, convert, again and again and again. . .

' . . Ow.'

I wake on the roof of the gas-station, half asleep and woozy, but I can move without hurting myself! Everything is weird, it takes too long to realize that I feel half-asleep, it takes too long to get up. My balance feels different.

'. . What time is it?'

I'm so tired. But I need to get home. The sun is almost at the point where it starts to paint the sky, must be around 4:00ish. I feel a breeze, my paws make small pat-pat-pat sounds on the roof. I don't know why my collectors are shifting, moving, reconfiguring. Swirling about my orbit, shifting back into place, with just slight differences. I feel a little better. Pat-pat-pat. Steps are different, I feel unsteady.

"Wibbling, wobbling, dodge for your life!"

"*CrAcKlllee-+-+;*"

'Ugh, sore, . . throat? Hah! I don't have one!'

My drunken staggering stabilizes after a few feet, like a dog getting used to wearing booties!

"HAHAHA~!"

Why am I so happy?!

"HAHAHAHA!"

The air vibrates and echoes with my mindless laughter, it feels good to laugh, to truly feel happy in this ongoing shitstorm! I bound around on the roof for a bit laughing with my crackling screeches, and then just sit on the edge of the roof watching cars go by. The sun is setting by the time I decide to get moving again. Jumping along down the sidewalk, not a care in the world, just, freaking out the two people I see tonight~.

'. . .'

The happiness and pep-in-my-step fades with time.

'. . . .'

The moon is out. The sounds of the night surround me.

'.'

'I want to hug someone.'

The who doesn't matter, I just need to hug someone I know and cry. The night feels wide suddenly, wide and empty and dark. The street is empty, I am empty, emptyempty. I want mom. I want someone, anyone. I'm moving faster now, a loping stride, I need to get home. The road eventually leads to a small slice of suburbia. A housing development on my left, a forest to the right, and about a mile down the road is my apartment building, along with some shops and a grocery store. I'm running now, paws pounding the pavement, the few people and pokémon on the sidewalk getting out of my way with exclamations of surprise and anger and fear. My apartment building has a key option, or a keypad option. I've never been gladder for that than right now.

'8 . 4 . 5 . 2!'

*Beep*

I slam open the door, and bound up the stairs. Running pel-mel down the hallway, I try to skid to a halt in front of my door, but end up tumbling past it. I slam myself into it and scrabble at the doorknob, and when that doesn't work, I knock in a pattern. And when that doesn't work:

"GOD-DAMN IT JOSH! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

I slump to my haunches and wait for a few seconds, a trembling bundle of nerves, then I screech again. A mindless metallic sound of pure emotion. I tremble in the dark-blue hallway, trying to hyperventilate but I don't have lungs anymore. After a minute of waiting, I think I want to get inside anyway. But how? I don't want to break down my own door.

'Fucking hilarious, I bitched at my old roommates about remembering keys and locking the doors to the house, but it is I DIO! Who is now locked out!'

"-*~PPPPHHHHHAHAHAHA~! Aaahhhh. I needed that, ok, what can I do~?"

Trailing off my train of thought, one option becomes visible to me immediately. And I'm not entirely sure why, but the *del!cious% smell coming from the apartment isn't helping. Which leads me to decide that the most logical thing to do:

*BBBBZZZZ-!^*

Is to cut my way through the door with my magic buzzsaw tail. Sitting down outside my apartment, I cut out a section of the middle-bottom of the door. The white-washed wood gives easily to my tail, and within a minute I'm inside. I'm strangely single-minded as I make my way down the hallway, and then stop in the middle of it. The table in the hall we use to hold the random stuff we take with us whenever we go out makes for a great stepping stone to the smoke detector. Which I promptly grab with the light petals on my chest, and then yank, hard.

*CRRIPPUNCH*

*Thunk, clatter~*

I fall backward toward the floor, bounce off the large rectangles on my back, and land sideways with my prize. I curl up around it, have my petals crush the shell of plastic and metal and-

Everything becomes a little unreal. I'm lying in the middle of the hallway, my hallway, curled around the broken remains of a smoke detector. The walls are brown, the ceiling is beige off-white. Everything is staticky orange as well. My triangle tail, my back rectangles, and my triangle ears all move toward the mess I'm poorly clutching in my for-paws. They bend, they curve around my paws, they scrape up some of the wood on the floor as they get underneath the mess to form a mostly sealed bubble around it. My food is encased in a crunchy tasteless casing. I hate the casing, so I shred it, my green mouth of light and my paws crush it, shred it, and then, I see the small speck of what I want. I see it with the wide eager eyes of a kitten, It just needs a spark, just a single poke in the right place, and it will splinter! With a delicate touch, I shape my light down from the top of my mouth to pluck the speck from its broken shell. It's black, or brass? Mostly though. . !t'$ . 0R N&#sssSSSSHH-!

SNAP

It happens in almost an instant. Surrounded by my mouth, with a clear line between my food and the blue sphere that acts as a gateway to my heart embedded into the wall of my mouth, I send a very precise poke of energy deep into the rock to get it excited. I can't see what happens when I do, but I know anyway. That one poke, missed the electron shell and pierced a single atom's nucleus. A dense ball of potential, a beautiful delicious meal. The nucleus splinters, neutrons, protons, electrons all out of order, all unbalanced. And that's all that's needed. The atom's splinters are all tainted with my energy, and they all impact they're neighbors, so they splinter, and the reaction just increases in power and speed and energy. The piece of metal glows and becomes so SO BRIGHT! With an immense yellow-green FLASH, the bE ut!fu/ me l releases it's inner power, and-*

The inside of the shell of green light is filled completely with brighter light, shifting in an indescribable way between blinding yellow and green. The imperfections in the shell leak beams of chaos, and immense heat. Enough to ignite the hallway, instantly. I don't notice, all I see as the flames lick my uncaring body, is the beautiful delicious glow in my mouth, slowly fading into me, giving me life, POWER, pushing down my endless hunger for a little longer. Soon all that's left in my mouth is the molten slag of plastic and metal that once held my delicious meal. As my mouth unfolds into its component rectangles and triangles, that slag drips to the floor.

*sssshhsssshhsss~*

It sounds like a grill cooking patty's.

*cRaCkle-PoP~!*

Goes the inferno raging around me.

'Oh.'

My first coherent thought in around seven minutes, and it's dumb realization.

'What am I doing?'

I think as I get up from the burning floor. It's starting to hurt,

"OH FUCK!"

With a squealing peal of static, I start bounding down the hallway as fast as I can. I run into my door and break it open on impact. After tumbling on the floor, I leap up and slam the door behind me, then shove my nightstand Infront of it to keep it shut. The fucking thing always drifts open when it isn't closed. With the burning hall blocked from reaching me for the moment, I take a moment to think.

"What now?!"