I cracked my neckless body and stretched my spindly legs.
Turning into a pokemon doesn't sound too bad at first. One imagines being a powerful beast that can move mountains similar to a Tyranitar, soar through the skies with the might of a Charizard, or obtain a boundless pool of evolutions to choose from as a fluffy Eevee.
Heck, you can be like a Milotic, an aquatic serpent that slaps people while looking graceful about it. (Or was I confusing that last description with a certain singing, pink ball of terror?)
There's also the option of exploring the world with a poke companion you chat back-to-back with. But the downside to those side games was memory loss, while the very world you were trying to save either comes after you because of a ridiculous misunderstanding, or you're stricken with erasure in the end…
Eh. NO. I value my existence, thank you very much!
Be it in battling or contests, it's all about shooting forth attacks and loving the life of what's basically a superpowered force of nature. Not that hard, right?
It wouldn't if I hadn't become a freaking insect in an age where alphas roamed, unable to distinguish between friend and foe. Pokemon and humans were wary of each other, and you could get banished because of silly superstitions. Not to mention...
"Til." I gave a wide berth to the worm wiggling near the Arc phone.
Animals–there were actual animals here.
'Wild' was the nicest word I could come up with to describe the Hisui Region. Probably one of the most brutal places to be in besides Orre. To add to my misery, I never got to finish the game because Arceus came knocking on my doorstep.
Literally.
I positioned myself and drew a deep breath, ignoring the perched avians side-eyeing me from the tree branches.
If we forget how much effort it took me to lift even a simple twig, then the trail I had assembled was complete.
I did a little fist bump with fire in my eyes and began to run on the makeshift runway. Just when I reached the edge, I fluttered my wings into the open air and jumped as high as I could with a small, yet potent cry.
"FLY!"
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Guys, gals, and pokemon…
I am proud to announce that my circular feet weren't touching the ground.
Ergo, I was flying. The breeze was hitting my face, so I couldn't see anything conclusive, but I, a human-turned pokemon who used to have spongebob arms, WAS FLYIIIIIIING!
Heh.
"Cuiiii-" HELL YEAH! EAT THAT STARLY-
Crashing into muddy waters made sure to squash my short-lived achievement hard. The boisterous laughter ringing in my ears wasn't helping with my mood, either.
"STAAAA AAA AAAAA!" The angry one couldn't stop cawing as it dragged me off the mire, and even the silent one released a chuckle or two.
Although I still couldn't understand these birds, their gazes told me they were never going to let this down.
...Great.
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I heard a snap, and I was petty enough to spit out mud at the Arc's camera.
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A/N
Longest chapter yet and isn't that sad? xD
