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Hello loyal fanfiction readers. I'm really sorry that I've been neglecting you. I love all of you. Please don't hate me. It's just that I've been really busy with school, and homework, and I'm home alone and I finished all of my homework and chores so I thought I'd come and write the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. You're all wonderful people, and if I could, I'd marry all of you, but that's weird. And floosy. I'm not floosy.

Okay, secondly, sorry for the long note, and I read this blog called "James and the Giant Mischaracterization" and I'm kind of scared that someone is going to make a blog about how bad this fanfic is. I think it's good considering my age level which I can't share because mommy told me not too. I'm going to finish the note off by saying that I've joined a new fandom, Sportarobbie, and if you don't know what that is, look into it. It's amazing. Best Sportarobbie fanfiction I've ever read was called Lilac and Purple by Lady Keane. I loved all 21 amazing chapters of it.

Jessie looked at Meowth. Then she looked at Pikachu. Then she looked at James, who was staring at her with dull eyes, his mouth gaping slightly and possibly drooling. Misty poked Jessie on the shoulder. She turned around, and resisted the urge to make a rude remark.

"Uh… Hey Jessie, I know this sounds ridiculous, but have you ever heard of werewolves?" she asked, recoiling in fear of Jessie having a tantrum or something. Jessie took a deep breath.

"Yes… why?" she asked. Misty looked confused for a second.

"Oh yea… um… well what if maybe… James was bitten by a werewolf Pokemon thing? I know it sounds crazy, but I'm in a lot of werewolf related fandoms and I ship a lot of werewolves with my OC's and… well it would make sense…" Misty was a hardcore twiheart. Jessie took a deeper breath and exhaled. She breathed deeply in a desperate attempt to calm herself down several times. She counted backwards from 10. 15 times.

"Oooookaaaaayy, I'm not shooting down your idea or anything, but…" Jessie considered it for a second. Was James going to turn into a crazy Pokemon monster that might kill people? Nah, James was too… James. It was the ground between flaming and straight, but not necessarily bi. Suddenly, James started to glow a bright light, like Pokemon do when they're evolving. Jessie, Misty, Ash and Brock all shielded their eyes as the shape of James' white blob began to change. Slowly, the white light faded, and James was standing in his new weremon form.

The spines of a sandslash ran from his forehead all the way down to his lower back, where 9 tails swung behind him slowly. The horns of a houndoom stuck out of his head right where the spines began, and he had the arm blades of a scyther hanging unsurely by his sides. The wings of a moltres flapped lightly behind him (because James is a FLAMING MOLTRES). His mouth was slightly open, revealing rows of vicious, sharp teeth. The legs of a Garchomp held him up, barely.

"…Jessie… I don't know what is happening…" he said slowly.

"James, are you okay?" Jessie asked, stepping forward. He looked around, and saw fire from his wings behind him.

"Fire… FIIIIRRREEE!" he screamed, as he began running. "FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAA" he screamed, running in circles around the clearing that the twerp's- I mean lovely children's campsite was set. He lost track of where he was running and ran right into Jessie, landing on top of her in a cliché shippy position. He forgot about the fire as he blushed profusely. "Oh… sorry, Jessie, I didn't mean to…" he tried to get up, and almost cut Jessie's arm off with his scyther blade. For the first time, he noticed something was different. After a few minutes and help from Ash, Brock and Misty, James got off of Jessie and inspected his new pokebody. "This is pretty bada-"

"Does it hurt at all, James?" Brock asked.

"Uh… no, not really. It's kind of concerning, but I'm not suffering or anything," he replied. Suddenly, Jessie got a call on her Team Rocket Walkie-talkie thing. It was Giovanni.

"Are you still alive, Jessica?" he asked.

"…yes, why?" she responded.

"What?! Isn't James a man-eating Pokemon hybrid monster?!" he yelled.

"…not really…"

" #$%! The scientists screwed up again! I'm sure you've figured out why this is all happening?"

"Yes."

"Indeed. I'm using James as my… well, let's just say my test subject. I-"

"WHAT?! You did this on purpose?!" Misty interrupted.

"Er… yea, anyways I thought he'd become a vicious monster and I could use him to take over the world, but whatever. I can still use him." Giovanni laughed menacingly.

"How DARE you use my James for your cruel vicious experiment?! Why didn't you use one of your pathetic rockets?" Jessie burst, forgetting about what the boss could do to her for speaking out in such a way.

"Because James is my most pathetic rocket," he said calmly as if she had not snapped.

Jessie was speechless. It had never occurred to her that Giovanni chose James for that reason.

"You see, if this worked, my weakest rocket would either die, or become indestructible, but either way he would no longer be bringing this organization down."

Giovanni's words hit Jessie and James like a bullet. James held back a sob as he realized what a failure his entire life had been. Jessie turned to him. "James, he doesn't…" Jessie stopped at a loss for words as James ran off into the forest, tears running down his face.