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Takes place the morning after chapter 4, or the same as chapter 5.
Note: Updated "Alolan Accident Part 3" due to a simple error in writing. Eve said something and it was in reference to the wrong person.
It was 6:40 in the morning, and Josh had just woken up. He had woken up naturally, as he did normally. The time in which he would awaken would vary, he would get up anywhere between 6:20 and 6:50. The first thing Josh does in the morning is get dressed, from his shirt and sweats for sleepwear, to a different shirt and jeans. The next thing he did was brushed his hair, as he falls quite heavily to bed head.
"Luckily Helen didn't really have that issue." He said, noting that she was turned into an anthro at an earlier time. "That'd suck. Just that feeling for your whole body." He shuddered. Ignoring that, he put on his deodorant and left his room. He walked down the hall, going to the bathroom. When finished that, he continued to walk down the hall, passing his older sister's old room, her moving out over the summer. He walked into the living room, noticing his father in there.
"Hey." He said.
"Hello.' His father said back to him. "How's that Rowlet by the way?"
"Oh right!" Josh said, rushing back to grab him. The Rowlet was already out of his room, walking down the hall.
"Hey little guy." Josh said, Rowlet cooing back happily. Josh picked him up, setting him with his dad, it spinning in a circle. Josh then went off to see his mother.
"Hello!" He said.
"Hey." His mother replied to him. "How's my little inventor?"
"Isn't that what you called my sister?" Josh asked.
"But she's my big inventor now!" She said. "Well, bigger."
"Rowlet seems to like it here." Josh replied. "Doesn't he?"
His mother nodded.
"I don't think a Popplio would have the same luck. It's made for warm weather. A Litten could manage." Josh noted.
"I guess." His mother commented.
Josh then lint-rolled his hoodie, despite nearly no reason to. Well, he had a reason to now giving his crew had changed. His mother has just grown used to this at this point. Josh had decided to make his own breakfast, making toast and microwave bacon. He waited, eating at the table. When he was done with all this, it was about 7:10, giving him about 30 minutes to watch the news before he had to go to school. He turned on the news, listening to a story about the sudden jump in stocks at the Alolan pineapple company that they had visited, about five percent. He then watched the weather, giving a seasonable fall, sixties for highs and forties for lows, getting a tad colder later in the week. He had decided to ask to get going at the moment, to see how his friends had spent the night, it being 7:20. He was right near the school, and could scooter there in about 15 minutes anyways. The school decided to have it start at 8:05, due to most of the students being a little late anyways.
Meanwhile...
Helen had slept poorly, as she just couldn't get her new tail in a comfortable position. She had slept in the robe she didn't use otherwise, as she normally liked sleeping fully clothed. Freeing up the tail improved this some, fluffing her up a lot more than otherwise. She also had enough fur to pass for an Incineroar if she ever decided to evolve, the only thing stopping her was her build, as she was way to lanky to pass for one. She slowly got out of bed, careful to not fluff herself further. She hobbled over, still hurting from the shift in bone structure. She grabbed the cane given to her by Erin, her new pen pal, who she had met soon after transforming. She yawned, her fire bell ringing a bit, reacting to her awakening. She went out of her room, going into a small area which split off, going to both a play-room and a staircase to the second floor. The thing was, they had a big house, but when her parents first moved in, it was in pretty bad shape, so they got it for cheap. They also fixed it relatively cheaply as well. They had only invested about 30,000 Pokedollars in the house, and the mortgage they got to fund this was paid off by the time she was in middle school, being only 35,000 Pokedollars. The house was probably worth ten times that at least. She slowly went down the flight of stairs, admiring the paint-job of the stairs. She hadn't really seen it like this before. She walked onto the second floor, containing the dining room and the parents separate bedrooms. They had a different bed for reproductive processes, as they liked cleaner beds, and had vastly different sleep style. Her mother also tossed and turned, something she thankfully didn't inherit, as long as she slept comfortably. Her tail swished, her liking the freedom of movement. Maybe she could wear long dresses from now on. She was never the girly girl, but it'd save fiddling with that tail. She had slept in later than Josh, waking up at nearly seven AM. She was also a bit closer to school though, 15 minutes scootering. She'd be there in five minutes with her mom driving her there. While Mom was the early-bird, she'd often nudge Dad awake. She decided to brush him to get him awake, doing a thing that had spited her yesterday.
"Hey sweetheart." Her dad said. "What are you doing."
"How do you like it?" She said, a bit evilly.
"Is this because I brushed your tail?" Dad replied. "Was it that bad."
"Yes. Yes it was." Helen responded. "Very bad."
"Well ignoring that..." Dad said. "How's the legs?"
"Still hurts." Helen answered.
"Are they feeling better?" He asked.
Helen nodded. "A bit.."
"You hungry?" The dad asked.
"A bit..." She replied.
"You want some milk?" The dad asked.
"As a feline, I'm a bit offended by that stereotype." Helen noted. "But yes, yes I would."
"Well it's one because its true." The dad replied.
Helen decided to slowly go down the second flight of stairs, ending up on the ground floor. It had the living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a laundry room. There was also a bathroom on the other two floors, but this one was the biggest, with a larger, deeper tub than the others. The sink and toilet are standard-sized, and didn't really change from floor to floor though. She saw her mother cooking herself an omelet.
'Hello.' Helen said.
"Hey." Mom said. "I see you're wearing that robe."
Helen nodded. "Yup. I see you're cooking that omelet." She jokingly said back.
"Yeah." The mother replied. "You want some?"
Helen shrugged. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." The mother replied.
"Should we split it?" Helen asked.
"That was the plan." the mother responded.
"I meant like how." Helen replied.
"I don't know, in half?" The mother responded.
"Guess that'll work." Helen said, shrugging.
The mother flipped the omelet, it landing pretty well, the sizzling causing Helen's ears to flatten.
"You'll have to get used to that." The mother responded.
Helen nodded.
The omelet was soon done. The mother put it on a plate, grabbing a pizza cutter to cut it, it being a standard cheese omelet, using a cheddar of some sort. This was both their favorite, though occasionally Helen would like some sort of meat in hers as well. The pair sat down to eat, as the dad decided to watch whatever sports program was on the area's sports channel, South Unova Sports Network, or SU-SN. North Unova had a different one because the northerners liked different sports, such as Lacrosse, a sport almost exclusively popular in the North, and the South was the main, and almost only area in which non-beach volleyball was played as a popular sport. Some sports, like skiing, would jump sides occasionally, but had a main base in the east of all things. Helen didn't really find that that weird, but a lot of people did. Soon after Helen and her mom had finished the omelet, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" The mom in question asked.
"Josh!" The outside person replied. "Just checking up on Helen!"
"Come in I guess!" Helen said, him slowly opening the door.
"Hey." Josh said. "You better?"
"A bit.' Helen replied. "You?"
"Fine as ever." Josh said. "Though the memes just don't seem as fresh lately."
"Didn't you say that the dead memes become fresh once they're dead for a while?" Helen asked.
"Yeah? Why?" Josh responded.
'Why not look at old memes for a bit then?" Helen said.
Josh shrugged. "Well I guess it wouldn't hurt. Well bye!" He said, scooting off to Chamomile's.
A bit earlier...
The seal in question, the recently renamed Chamomile, had a pretty decent night, having rubbed off the events as a very weird dream. Unfortunately for this Brionne, the events of the day before weren't a dream. This would lead to a very rude awakening indeed. She woke up slowly, rubbing her eyes, unbeknownst to yesterday's events. She snoozed her alarm clock, noticing the wider hand-flipper whatever, but not caring as it was way to early for her to be consiously aware of things like that. She looked around her room, noticing her mother tidying up.
"Morning hon." She said to the Brionne.
"Hon?" Chamomile asked.
"I've always called you that!" The mother replied, wanting to be tricky.
"What?" Chamomile responded. "Well anyways, I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Like what?" The mother replied, also using it in the hopes that she wouldn't have to break some bad news, well actually a few instances of bad news.
"I was on my way back from Alola with Josh and Helen, and..." Chamomile replied.
"And what?" Victoria, the mother, responded.
"We... Um..." Chamomile responded, unsure of how to say it. "Transformed?"
"Which might have been influenced from Helen actually transforming." Victoria said back.
"Really?" Chamomile said back to that.
"Yeah." Victoria replied.
"Well if that happened, then..." Chamomile responded, sitting up, looking at her flippers, appearing shocked.
"Oh right, that's what I forgot to tell you..." Victoria said, Chamomile seeming really scared. "Silly me!"
"Okay." Chamomile said, slightly stuttering. "So that wasn't a dream?"
"Yup!" Victoria said. "You evolved on the way back! Somebody must of slipped a rare candy in your peanuts."
"Huh." Chamomile said, now convinced that she had fell into some alternate dimension in which she had always been an anthropomorphic Pokemon. "So I've always been like this."
Victoria let out a small chuckle. "Didn't I just tell you that you just evolved!"
Chamomile sighed. "Guess I did." She said.
'May as well play along.' She thought to herself, taking the blanket off.
"You want your wheelchair?" Victoria asked. "I'll go get that."
"Thanks mom!" Chamomile responded, her mother walking off.
"We should hurry up!" Victoria responded. "Don't want to be late for your first day!"
Chamomile hopped out of bed. She couldn't walk with that fin, but she could at least drag herself a bit. 'Any little bit helps.' She thought.
By the time Victoria came up with the slightly damaged wheelchair, Chamomile was already at the foot of the stairs.
"We should really get you one of those stair lifts." Victoria said, picking Chamomile up to carry her down the stairs. "I'll eventually be unable to carry you up and down these stairs."
"That'll be a good idea." Chamomile said. "Exactly why is my room upstairs then?"
"The other rooms were taken when I took you in. Also, you were a tiny little Popplio and I didn't see how big you'd get." Victoria responded.
"Oh." Chamomile said. "So I'm adopted?"
"Well duh." Victoria said. "I'm not the type to have a human-Pokemon relationship, and especially not one with intent to reproduce."
"I guess you're right." Chamomile responded. It being a small flight of stairs, they were already down, her being set in the wheelchair.
"Your dad had one of these" Victoria said. "Well not really your dad, just the guy I was with when I adopted you."
"And where is he?" Chamomile asked.
"He's alive." Victoria answered. "It wasn't too strong of a relationship and we kinda drifted apart." She made up that bit, as the idea that Chamomile had always been herself allowed Victoria to not break the news of the recent divorce. Now all she'd need to do is find some errand to make up so she could get her last name changed back to her maiden name, then she'd be out scot free.
"Ah." Chamomile responded. "Interesting."
"You were just a baby, and didn't really mind." Victoria said back.
Chamomile found this interested, wheeling over to the living room.
"Luckily there's only carpet in mine and your rooms." Victoria said.
"We sure got unpacked fast." Chamomile said, turning on the TV with her flippers.
"You're really good with those." Victoria said in reaction.
"Thanks!" Chamomile said back.
There was then a knock on the door. Victoria opened it, seeing Josh and his trusty scooter.
"Hey." Josh said.
"Oh right" Victoria said. "You..."
"What about me?" Josh asked.
Victoria whispered to Josh about the whole situation, and thus he'd have to fake not knowing her too well.
"So is she okay?" Josh asked.
"Well she didn't take too well to evolution." Victoria responded.
"Mind if I see her?" Josh asked.
"Sure." Victoria said. "Cham! Josh is here!"
"Coming!" Chamomile responded, wheeling over. "Hey Josh!" She said as she got there.
"Hi." Josh said. "Just came to see how you were doing."
"Oh I'm fine!" Chamomile replied. "You?"
"I'm good myself." Josh said. "Welp. I've gotta go, I'll be late scooting to school."
"You want us to take you?" Victoria asked.
"Thanks Ms. Vi-" Josh said, stopping to say the 'proper' last name. "Quinn. I'd like that a lot."
"Well it's probably still time to go. Cham just evolved here, and I've gotta carry her to the van anyways." Victoria replied
"Fine by me." Josh said, walking to the van, and hopping in back. Chamomile and Victoria were soon to follow, Victoria going around the other side to get in, her starting the van and driving the pair off to school.
There we go! I'll probably be just updating this for a while. This plot arc of Chamomile, Josh, and Helen should end for a bit after next chapter, getting into more tfs. It just takes a bit as everyone else is either;
A: Slated for a plot-specific and later TF.
or
B: Has an actual immune system that works pretty well(sorry Marcy)