Prompt: A human wakes up in the Pokemon World to find themselves transformed into their most hated Pokemon.


"Oh, she is waking up." Elma heard someone say as she slowly gained consciousness. She was recapping what had happened to her.

She remembers that she was climbing Mt Lanakila. Her and her friends. She remembers the sudden snowstorm that separated them. How she found her way into a cave and how the entrances got blocked off. She remembers that she noticed a bright light further in. "An exit" she had thought, then nothing.

As she laid there, thinking, she could also hear the clatter of claws hitting a hard surface, some of them getting closer. She tried to stand up and open her eyes but her body was extremely sore and really cold and her arms and legs failed her before she could even lift her torso. Clearly one of the inhabitants of wherever she was had noticed as they seemingly were rushing towards her.

"Oh dear, oh dear, don't move." said a loving voice. "It is a miracle you're already awake." it continued. Elma thought it reminded her of her grandmother.

Elma however disregarded the elderly woman's plea and tried getting up again, but fell flat once more.

"Now, now, deary, just relax. My grandson is coming with some warm soup. It should help."

Elma tried to thank the elder, but all she could muster was a faint whimper. She was starting to regain feeling in her limbs, but something was really off.

"Here you go." she heard another voice say.

"Thank you, Bunker." the grandmother replied. "Now, you little one, open wide."

Elma did her best to open up and she could feel the heat of the soup entering her mouth and she closed it around the hot spoon. The taste was homely, yet it had something extra to it. She swallowed the first spoonful, and complied with the lady when she was asked to open up again.

For each bite she took, she could feel her energy returning. Whatever that soup was made from was a blessing to her. Slowly the soreness in her body faded and she regained the strength to speak. "Thank you, miss." she finally said.

"Oh, dear. No need to thank me. If it wasn't for my son and grandson, then you would surely have been dead by now. I know you vulpix are hardy, but even you ice variants have limits in such horrible weather."

"Wait, what?" Elma was confused.

"I said that those blizzards are bad even for ice types. My son and grandson had problems enough without having to carry you… No offense." the elderly clarified.

"Not what I was asking about, actually." Elma said as she got up, successfully this time, on all four. It felt strangely natural. She turned her head to face the woman, as she opened her eyes for the first time since she woke up.


"Giant Sandslash!" Elma was pressing herself up against the cool wall as she panicked.

"Pardon?" it asked.

"Giant, TALKING Sandslash!" Elma corrected. The sandslash looked strangely at her before… Laughing?

"Oh ho ho ho. The weather must really have gotten you hard." the elderly pokemon said as it reached out towards Elma. She would have fused with the wall if she had the ability to. "Why shouldn't I be able to talk?"

"B-b-because you are a p-p-poke-pokemon, and pokemon d-d-d-d-d-don't talk." Elma stammered as she was thinking of ways to get as far away from this place as possible.

"Oh, poor thing. You must have hit your head in the storm." The ice-steel type said, in a pitiful yet caring manner. "We are both pokemon, why shouldn-"

"I'm human!" Elma interrupted.

"Human? Never heard of a pokemon like that before." The sandslash turned her head towards the room's exit. "Icick, Bunker, you know of humans?" she yelled out.

There was a sound of clicking before a sandshrew, of the alolan variant as well, turned up. "Shh, granny. Dad's taking a nap after carrying…" The armadillo looking shrew looked at Elma and smiled. "Morning, miss Vulpix." He then turned to the sandslash. "Well humans are these-"

"NO! I am a human, not a VULPIX!" Elma yelled. She couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it. How would it even have been possible. For just a second she looked down on her hands and saw… "No… no, no, no, no. This can't be real." She looked back towards the pokemon. "This is a dream, right? I am dreaming, yeah?" The pokemon looked back at her with concern. "I… I… I…" she laid down on the floor, quivering in terror. As she lost herself in her panicked thoughts, the sandslash left, but the sandshrew remained. Before she could notice, it had gotten over to her and placed its hand on her head.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" it asked.

"I w-w-was three…" Elma stammered. "A-a-and this 'sob' nasty p-pack of v-v-vul…" she was breaking down, and her sobbing made her new tails twitch. Each a reminder of what she had become. "I have… have been… terri- 'sob' terri- 'sob' scared since…" She stopped as the sandshrew gave her a reassuring hug. It was sudden, but she needed it.

"But you are not nasty, right?" He asked her. She nodded in response, her tears still rolling down her face.

"So you don't have to be afraid of yourself, right?" He let go of her, though she really didn't want him to.

"So, you said you are a human? That means you must have a name, right?"

"Elma." she told him as best she could from her sobbing.

"Hi, Elma. I am Bunker." the shrew replied with a wide grin. "Let us get your thoughts onto something else, so, where are you from?"


AN: What? Me having too many vulpix characters, like it and ninetales are my favorite pokemon or something? I will have you know that THAT is scientifically impossible. And besides, this one is of the ice variant, so it's totally different. And no, I don't know what Suspeciously Specific Denial is.

On a more lighthearted note, Elma is going to have a heart attack every time she sees her reflection from now on... Okay, maybe lighthearted was not the right word.