Pokemon in the Hamlet?

The Heir just stared outside his window at the colorful shapes in his Hamlet.

'Why? How?' He thought to himself, feeling like sobbing. 'Did the Ancestor do this? I bet he did this.'

"Hey, Mr. Heir!" Hoopa floated in, twirling one of his rings. "Did you want to try being a Pokemon for a day?"

Well, there was his answer for why this was going on.

"Why." He asks rhetorically. "Why would you do this."

It's... Not really a question.

"Because." And Hoopa was answering anyways. "I am boooored! And sick of brown!"

"Well, it's not my fault the weald is full of blight spreading witches, the crops are dying, and the very dirt beneath our feet cannot support anything but weeds and hardly even that!" The Heir bursts out, exasperated.

"Well, that's another thing being a pokemon can help with." Hoopa floated over to the desk. "Plus, those bandit guys are kinda scarce now-a-days so we gotta be happy and relax!"

Hoopa may have been older than any human alive, but he had the maturity of a child.

"Something I am thankful for." The Heir mutters. "But there is still no end to the Fishmen, or the Swinefolk, or..."

He trails off as fear takes hold of him, and he casts his gaze up to the Manor, and the miasma of sheer Horror it radiated.

"Well, being a pokemon can help with that~" Hoopa pointed out, pulling a pot out. "As we can harness the elements themselves! I mean, Ms. Boudica really likes being a Luxray and zapping the fish people."

"You march right up into the Darkest Dungeon and come back and tell me just being a Pokemon makes it easier." He hisses, misinterpreting the wish-granter's statement and taking offence as a result.

"I wasn't talking about going in there, I was talking about bringing life back to the land so food can be grown." Hoopa pointed out, putting stuff in the pot. "Like, if some human turns into a good grass type, we can get some stuff growing!"

"Please stop stealing the Trinkets before I get upset." He lectures. "And that whiskey isn't yours either please put it down."

"I'm not using either of those for the spell!" Hoopa complained, having hidden a bottle of ink behind his back.

The Heir just glares at them.

"Hoopa." He says, tone warning.

Hoopa stared back for a few seconds before placing the ink bottle down. "So, do you wanna become a pokemon?"

Taking the deep breath, The Heir lets out a long sigh.

"I explicitly refuse."

"Fineeee~" He popped the pot into a hoop. "I'll just go ask the rest of your Adventurers!" And he started floating out.

"Yeah, sure." The Heir grumbles, turning to look out the window again.

"Well, at least this is different than usual."

After a minute of watching children turned into brightly colored animals roughhousing(though the one who looked like a brown fox was winning), there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." The Heir sighs.

As he said this, a little shadow like creature floated in, holding Abdul's signature skull and candle.

He'd recognize that skull anywhere.

"...Abdul?" The Heir says. "So you've taken Hoopa's offer as well?"

"I was the first, out of mere curiosity on what being a pokemon would be like." The Occultist gave a hearty chuckle. "It was my surprise to learn that there are Ghosts in their world too."

"Hm. Must be quite fascinating, I suppose." He admits. "Did you wish to share anything of this you have found out from watching this?"

"It very much is, Lord Darkest." Abdul floated closer. "Even as a creature not in the realm of the living, the only changes I can actively feel is the phantom feeling of my missing legs and an ever present chill."

He looked the Heir dead in the eyes. "And, I have had a strange dream in this form. Of a great blue and black deer with horns adorned with the colors of a rainbow."

"Oh, don't tell me there's another Dark God running around." The Heir moans, putting his head in his hands.

"We already have the Farmstead to deal with, oh Light!"

"I do not believe so, Lord Darkest. It gave no indication that it was of the same nature." Abdul shook his head. "I do believe, that it is from the same world as our guest, Hoopa."

"...So their world and ours are becoming closer." He grumbles, before going quiet for a moment. "I blame the Ancestor."

"The Deer Pokemon is of the same mind." Abdul carefully sat down on the Heir's desk, careful not to disturb anything. "It also seemed to lament that it could not do more to help Hoopa or us."

Sighing, The Heir slowly sits down at his desk.

"At least we may take comfort in that the Light is not the only kind deity willing to offer it's aid."

"It may have already sent aid, from what I can gleam, but I do not know what it could mean." Abdul shook his head. "We may just have to keep an eye out for whatever this aid may be.

"We should be on the lookout, then." He agrees. "Hopefully it will be quite useful."

It was then that there was a frantic knocking at the door. "Lord Darkest! Come quickly! It-it's-By the Light, It's a miracle!"

Abdul looked toward the door. "Well, that is quite convenient."

Nodding, the Heir stands and quickly moves to investigate this 'miracle'.

"I would say this counts as a miracle." Abdul commented, looking on with wide eyes as the farmers nearby just wept tears of joy.

The crops weren't dying.

They were growing, albeit at a slow but noticeable rate.

"Well, you know what this means." The Heir says wryly.

"Free provisions!" He booms.

There were similar cheers from the nearby Adventurers, both human and temporarily pokemon.

A bit of his stress recovered, The Heir smiles and starts to make his way to his office.

On the way there, he had to stop for a most amusing sight.

"Heeeeeeeelp." Hoopa whined, the brown fox pokemon sitting on him proudly while the other children turned pokemon laughed at the psychic-type's predicament.

"It seems you have been bested." The lord of the Darkest Estate snorted, rather amused.

"Brooke cheated, I just know it!" Hoopa whined, wiggling his arms. "There's no way eevees are this strong."

"I didn't cheat, ya pinky! I'm just tha best at fighting!" The young girl turned eevee defended.

"Well," The Heir begins. "It seems you got..."

He leans in closely.

"Overconfident."

Hoopa just placed a hand on the Heir's face. "Nooooooooooooooo!"

"What are we always reminded of about overconfidence, children?" He lectures.

"It's a slow and insidious killer, Mister Darkest!" They chorused back while Hoopa just fumed.

"Eeeeexactly!" He says smugly. "Now be sure to teach Hoopa what happens next time they get Overconfident!"

Hoopa just cried as he was taught his lesson while the Heir trotted off to his office, a smile on his face.

"You meany!" The Heir looked up just in time as Hoopa slammed open the door and started throwing coins at him.

Of course, Hoopa looked like he had gone ten rounds with some children turned pokemon, covered in dirt and growing bruises.

"Why did you just abandon me!? I was tortured for hours!" He screamed between tears.

"Hoopa, you were not 'tortured'. They were just roughhousing."

"They used their Dark-type moves! It was torture!" Hoopa's arms seemed to go deeper in one of the hoops before he threw something rather unexpected.

A large purple rat wearing a red bandanna around it's neck landing on the Heir's chest.

Hoopa, the Heir, and the rat were in a deadlock of silence and shock before it was broken.

By the rat.

"AHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HECK?! WHERE AM I?! WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! WHAT ARE YOU?!" The rat screamed, backing away from the Heir before falling off the desk with a squeak.

"Wah?" Hoopa looked at his hoops, looking exhausted. "How did I jusssssst-" And Hoopa hit the ground, asleep.

Totally, utterly bewildered, The Heir says the first thing that comes to his mind.

"Welcome to the Darkest Estate." He blurts out.

A/N: Well, this was a fun interlude to work on. Surprise Ratatta buddy included.

His name is Steve.

And yes, the spell is based on the spell that turned Ash into Ashachu.

Abdul is a Yamask. Just fit to me.

Zara?

Zara: Free provisions are OP. Red Hook plz nerf big deer

Kris: Technically, it would be Deer God.