Outer Body

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ "Never hide things from hardcore thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths."
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Criss Jami

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Chapter 1: Clusterfucks and Confusion

She was sulking.

Nothing short of brooding and wanting to kill every fluffy, adorable being in this world. There were enough cute things walking around, waiting to be maimed and used as a form of stress-relief.

No sympathy and empathy was left at this point, not after her lovely surprise. Her being a Mew of all things. How utterly laughable. Such atrocious thoughts and yet, it was real. All of it. She had seen Pokémon hopping around the grass, swimming in the stream and soaring in the blue skies. Her frazzled mind had just been too tired to observe them, let alone recognise them.

She lived in the freaking Pokémon world.

How many times did she even question her sanity? Too many to count.

Glowering at another Rattata that dared to approach her, she smirked viciously when it squeaked and ran with its tail between its legs. Good riddance, she thought darkly. Her actions may be cruel but she didn't need another damn reminder of being in this world. She wanted to be left alone to brood and plot the death of the person or thing that dared to transform her into a Pokémon off all things. Couldn't she be transformed into something humane? Was that too much to ask?

Why the Pokémon world though?

She remembered being swept by the Pokémon trend; trading Pokémon cards, playing with her game boy console and dominating the Pokémon world while catching 'em all. Still, it made no sense- nothing did anymore lately.

As if things weren't worse, her presence seemed to be like some kind of honey for the wild Pokémon, luring most of them towards her. She didn't have a freaking clue as to why her appearance here had sweetened them, only that it was creeping her out. Up to now, she had spotted Rattata, Pidgey, Pidgeotto, Oddish, Gloom, Bellsprout and many more. Some had tried to follow her until she outran them.

Things had never been easy the moment she had been dropped in this fictional world. But could it still count as fictional when everything felt so damn real?

She had- probably- killed people but that had been an act of self-defence. No way would she let herself be captured and sold like cattle.

For the hundredth time that day, she sighed tiredly as her mind started overthinking everything. Perhaps she should try finding a Pokémon professor like Professor Oak to help her out? She was certain that his love for Pokémon was nothing but the truth. Though, it couldn't be a bad thing to be wary of him. After all, every single person in this world would be boggled out of their mind by the presence of a Legendary Pokémon, let alone a Mew. Before she could do that, she had to learn in which region she had been dropped in. After all, there were more regions in this world. For all she knew, she could be in the Hoenn region.

Fortunately for her, she had all the time in the world. Besides, what was there left to do?

Nothing.

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After counting they day, she found out that a week and half had already passed. Ever since then she had started her journey towards Pallet Town (hopefully!), hoping to get help from the renowned professor.

All thanks to her childhood she had enough knowledge of this world to get her by. Imagine the horror if she didn't, she didn't even dare approaching those treacherous thoughts. It was just too horrendous to think of. To be helpless and confused in this strange world would have been too much, even for her.

Though confusion was still evident in her mind, but that was more for the strange and supernatural transformation. Not because of this world's strangeness.

Her mind replayed the events of her near-capture where she had used her Pokémon powers to destroy the poachers. After knowing who she was, it had all made sense. The reason why they had been desperate was because of her status as a Legendary. She was glad that her hidden power had kick-started in her times of need but she didn't want to be helpless again. Not after witnessing her recent traumatising events.

So, she had opted to learn how to use her powers, no matter how much she detested the idea. It was still way better than getting injured.

Till now, all she was capable of was using her psychic powers to weakly push something away. That time where she had bulldozed those poachers had been during desperate times. It would take a lot of time and practice to get the same results. Time that she had plenty of now that she had been turned into Mew and dropped in the Pokémon world with no burden of work. Family was not something that she had the privilege of anymore. Not that she didn't have family, but she absolutely detested them after the death of her parents. Siblings weren't granted to her, being an only child.

She did have friends, but most of the time she opted to remain a recluse, wanting to read a good book. That didn't mean that she didn't socialise since she liked going out as well. Only that her preferences were leaning towards the bookish aspect.

Gently shaking her head, she focused back to her pink glowing hands, admiring the way her psychic powers ripped strands of grass out of the ground. Well, most of it.

Next on her list would be her levitate (flying?) ability. Or her invisibility cloak. Still, she preferred learning how to fly instead of becoming invisible. Seriously, her feet were already killing her and she had been on the road for a week. This body was not adapted to travelling on foot. While her while her human body was. Hiking with her father had been favourite past-time and something that she had enjoyed immensely. Even now, in this weak body, she loved the forested area, observing everything with awe. She may be furious by her change but that didn't prevent her from feeling at peace with something that felt close to home.

Her poor feet would surely die out of usage because of her stubbornness. She shuddered to think of the rest of her journey. Frowning at that thought, she moved her concentration back to her psychic push, wanting to learn it as fast as possible since it could prove to be very useful in the future.

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Frantic, crystal-blue eyes hid beneath a couple of bushes.

Within the safety of her mind, she cussed out her Mew-transformation. Couldn't she have been transformed into something less desirable?!

Like a freaking Pidgey.

Here she was again, hiding from some eager trainers after they had identified her. Not a second later and she was dodging pokéballs left and right, screaming bloody murder. Her annoyance for them had skyrocketed when they had sent their strongest Pokémon after her. Thankfully they had been occupied with each other, trying to put forth their claim on her while fighting each other.

Scowling fiercely, she pursed her snout and kept her breathing as quiet as possible. Maybe learning how to become unseen was better at this point instead of her levitating ability? To be fair, her skill with that was advancing much better than her psychic push. Perhaps she ought to divide her attention equally for both abilities? Women were said to be able to multi-task.

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"Never again," she huffed out, after outrunning and half-levitating while using her weak psychic push against a raging Ursaring was not on her favourite list.

How she did survive that encounter would forever remain a mystery for her. She could only remember running for her life to the point where her entire surrounding had been blurred. Only the sound of her frantic-beating heart rang loud and clear in her head.

That stupid baby bear (Teddiursa) of hers had stumbled upon her, crying and injured because of a Mightyena attack. Her mother side had pushed aside her rational side and she had started treating the wounds, comforting the baby with soothing words. Thad had been when the mother bear had stumbled upon them, seeing red once her eyes settled on her injured baby. No matter how she tried calming down the mother, nothing had worked. In the end she had been forced to run, cursing the mother's aggressiveness and angering her more.

Screw that, she would leave all baby Pokémon alone. She didn't want to be mauled by vicious mothers.

Once she found a good spot to rest, she slumped down on the grass and laid down. This world may be a curse to her but she certainly did appreciate the beauty of life. Like the clear, blue skies or the smell of the forest. Everything was fresh and not polluted like her old world. Taking another deep breath, she allowed a tiny smile to appear on her face. She couldn't stay angry all the time, that was just too tiring and depressing.

Instead, she settled for pushing all thoughts of her strange situation to the back of her mind and focused on learning her new abilities. Just so she could survive the next mad encounter with raging Pokémon.

Ever since her unfortunate meeting with the trainers, she had been forced to enter the more dangerous areas where wild Pokémon resided. No need to push her luck any further. At least this way, she wouldn't be attacked by dozens of pokéballs, only the wild Pokémon. At least Pokémon didn't try capturing you... Shivers racked her body thinking of being caught. That was an experience she'd rather avoid at all costs. Being forced to listen to every order of your trainer was not something she wanted for her future. Even if it already looked quite bleak and pathetic.

...the only bright side were her developing abilities and the therapeutic environment.

Along her way, she had found where she had been dropped, thanking this world for using English as the global language instead of Japanese or something else on their signs. English was good, English was familiar. Trying to learn a new language above finding a way out of this predicament would surely drive her mind crazy. Her drop had been somewhere near Fuchsia City, deep into the forested areas, which was also the reason why there were poachers in the first place. By now, she must be nearing the creepy Lavender Town, according to the finely-made signs on the path. Ugh, ghosts, just what she needed. She could only hope that they weren't lured in by her presence.

Things were already bad enough as they were.

Well, the last time she had seen the signs had been quite a long time ago since there were hardly, if ever, any signs in the less populated humane area. Hopefully she was still going the correct way. It would be such a bummer to be wrong after walking all those miles. Fortunately for her, she had no qualms about living in the wilderness. She had learned all the necessary skills from her father's camping travels.

He had made sure that no daughter of his would become a damsel in distress in a forest, squeaking about bugs. She couldn't help but thank his thoughtfulness to teach her how to make a fire or pick out edible fruits or berries. Though berries were so scarce, she found that a strange aspect. She had to look that up if she ever would have the chance.

But that didn't deter her in any way since she found enough food to keep her sustainable. And water had certainly been no problem. Everything in this world was clean and edible. More clean than back in her world. But being on the safe side could never hurt. After all, there were factories here as well that still violated the environment and polluted the skies and rivers while disturbing the habitat of many Pokémon.

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Thankfully, she was in the Kanto region- at least luck was on her side this time.

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After walking for another week, she had slumped down. Soreness was her best friend nowadays.

She groaned weakly when she massaged her abused paws. Levitating was getting better but the problem was in the fact that she couldn't remain in the air for longer than twenty minutes. She didn't know what she was doing wrong, remembering that Mew could fly all over the world to the point of abusing its powers.

Another groan escaped her lips and she tilted her head backwards, feeling the rough texture of the tree bark. Tiredly, she closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the peaceful moment. Most of the Pokémon hadn't left her alone, even when she avoided entering their territory. She didn't care anymore, scaring them with a nasty glare or pushing them away with her psychic push. There were times when she had been successful in scaring them away...and times when she wasn't.

At least this way, she could apply to become the first Pokémon to run in a marathon. If she had no way out of this predicament.

Fluttering her eyes open, she screeched in surprise when she came face-to-face with another set of identical blue eyes.