Existence - Turned into an Eevee

Chapter 1

"Good thing she's sedated, right?"

What? I was sedated? When? My room was secured, far away from any potential intrusions, so how did I get sedated?

My eyes bolted awake, and I noticed my vision was extremely blurry. I tried to stand up and find more information about where I was, however, when I tried to move, my body objected and refused.

What I could make out was a small, grey room with two people in front of me. They were towering over me, and one of them noticed my alertness.

"She's awake! Get the tranquilizer!"

Tranquilizer? I thought those didn't work properly on humans, as far as I was aware. Maybe the government made one? Who were these people?

A large pain erupted from my shoulder, followed by an immense squeezing sensation. The assumed tranquilizer agent didn't immediately affect me, which I expected it to. When I tried to call for help, nothing intelligible left me. I was hopeless.

Soon after, I felt immensely drowsy. The feeling exponentially increased in effect, as I tried to stay awake. I couldn't refrain from it for too long and eventually fell into a deep slumber.

My shoulder was in pain when I regained consciousness. I didn't dare to do anything, as whoever did capture me disliked that. Instead, I chose to ponder on what had happened.

I was likely in peril and likely kidnapped. But how? It should have been impossible; as multiple alarms would have woken me up before that could have happened! Did they evade them somehow? Was it possible that they had been secretly hiding in my house the entire time? Had they been waiting for a chance the whole time? But, why did it happen now?

I stopped myself, as those thoughts were unpragmatic, something I could not be if I wanted to escape or find out where I was. I instead decided to take note of what I currently felt.

I was on a bed, tucked in by someone, however, something was amiss; I was "sleeping" like a cat! My body was tucked close together, and my legs were close to my head. There was another sensation of something beyond my spine, and it was very close to my head.

I had a tail! How did that happen? That was impossible! Was I going insane? I needed to test it, but whoever took me might react again, and I needed to avoid that.

A sudden wave of pain came from my shoulder cut my train of thought down, and I was brought back to reality, and to my senses; both figuratively and literally. I noticed my sense of smell had changed dramatically. The amount of odours I could smell had increased by an obscene amount, none of them I could identify, nor get any information from.

My hearing had also changed, along with where my ears were. They weren't on the side anymore, as they were on the top of my head, laying flat across my head and some portion of my body. Hearing in the sense, had also changed. I could hear muffled noises of what I presume were conversations, likely far away from me. I couldn't focus directly on any single voice, though.

The realization finally struck me; I was not a human anymore.

A massive wave of sadness struck me. I wouldn't be able to do anything I used to; I wouldn't be able to continue my studies, continue what my passions were, or continue my usual way of life.

I fought myself not to cry and was barely able to contain my tears despite a brief sniffle, not caring for my captors nor the consequences anymore. Nothing of this felt real, like being stuck in a bad dream, yet it was clearly not a dream. It was reality.

I opened my eyes for the first time, begging that the sensations I felt were wrong. They weren't, as I was greeted by a tail; a cream-tipped tail, with brown everywhere else. The cream colour didn't cover a large amount of the tail, instead, it gave way to the brown in a cloudy or semicircle way. The tail was massive too, as the widest point of the tail was as large as my head.

I then noticed something blocking my vision downward. A muzzle. It wasn't large, but substantial enough that it blocked more vision than a human nose did. My eyes seemed to function fine, though, and were about as good as a human.

My feelings got hit by a truck. The confirmation of my sensations destroyed my soul, and my mind was racing.

How did this happen? People didn't randomly transform into animals, so how did it happen to me? What happened to me? Was this effect reversible? Did those people who captured me do this? Then how? What was that tranquilizer? Did it make all of this happen? What was I?

At the thought of that, I decided to get out of the bedsheets that were covering me. My hands and legs weren't cooperating with me as I was used to. I had no choice but to deal with this annoyance as I dug my way out, not paying any attention to anything aside from my goal of getting out. It concerned me that I struggled with a simplistic task, however I shook my head and dismissed the thought.

As I got out after some struggle, my eyes were attacked by the luminosity change, the room I was in could only be described as massive, with beige-painted walls and ceiling, and a wooden floor. The shape of the room was a rectangle, the size followed the scaled proportions of the bed, which I found myself on. There was a window on the opposite side of the bed, and it was as large as the entire wall itself, letting in a large amount of light. The matte window made it nearly impossible to make out anything outside. The furniture placement resembled a hotel room, with small tables with drawers beside the bed, cupboards lining both of the remaining walls and a basic sink. A door was featured in the center of both longer walls such that the two doors faced each other, with one open and leading into a washroom-like aesthetic, and another closed shut.

I continued to lay on my bed, processing the room I was now in. Given what happened before, I expected the room to be grey and grungy, yet this was elegant and clean. This made me extremely confused, as my capturer should never have the heart to put me into a nice room. What were their intentions? Why did they do this?

I shook my head, to try to chase the thought away, and looked down, just to be startled again. A large mass of cream fluff enveloped my neck, and more beyond my neck. Still lying down, I tried to move my right hand to touch it and felt the mass of fluff moving. The fluff seemed to have nerves as I could tell with excruciating accuracy where my hand was while traversing the mass.

When I brought my hand out to test the fluff some more, my eyes dilated to see what I moved, as I moved a paw, not a hand. I lifted my tiny paw to inspect it; it had three digits, paw pads, and small claws. It was covered in brown fur, the same colour as my tail, and likely elsewhere. Trying to move my three digits was quite frustrating, as they could not move by much, and it was hard to control each of them separately.

Getting my left hand into view further proved that my hands and likely feet turned into paws. Poking at my paw pads, I was surprised at how both insensitive and sensitive it was. Sensitive enough to tell me that my tiny claw was poking at it, but insensitive enough to not transmit any pain information. Some part of me was relieved that walking on rocks would not become a miserable experience.

My thinking was cut short when I heard a knock at the closed door.

I was trembling, my heart was racing. I was terrified of seeing anyone, much less after what happened in that grey room. Unsure of what to do, I tried to sit like how a cat sat and ignored my embarrassment in doing so. Looking down, I confirm for myself that my feet are paws too, and covered in the same brown fur around my body.

Some sounds of keys followed soon after, and then a lock opening sound was emitted through the door.

The door swung open, revealing a grown man wearing a dark blue police uniform. His presence was terrifying despite the look of an official policeman, as I noticed the substantial size difference; I was at least five times smaller than him. He seemed impatient, and when his eyes found me, a cold stare was all I received.

"You should know what you are in for. You will be prosecuted in one week, your lawyer will be with you in about a day."

I was what? What did I do? In for? What did that mean? Was I in a prison cell? I had a lawyer? How did an animal obtain a lawyer? Did I commit a crime? How was I supposed to know what they wanted to charge me for?

My thinking was cut short as he continued speaking.

"The court's rules should be read to you once your lawyer briefs you." He said, in a monotone voice. "Your lawyer is also responsible to take care of your needs."

As soon as he was finished he exited the room, and slammed the door behind him, which made me jolt.

Afterwards, I continued to sit there for several minutes as I tried to get a grasp on what the officer had said while staring at the door. I knew that I presumably committed a crime, but what crime and what I did still perplexed me. Judging by the way he talked to me, he assumed that I would be able to understand him, so that meant whatever species of cat-like creature I was, was known to understand the English language. If that were the case, would it be irrational to assume I could also talk, or at least respond to humans using verbal or non-verbal actions?

I scanned around my room, looking for anyone who might be watching, hoping to test verbal communications. The only thing I noticed was how tiny I was, compared to when I was a human. Given my best guess, I was barely a foot tall, not including my massive ears or tail. Due to my height, I needed to tilt my head significantly higher to see a lot of objects that used to be at a comfortable height.

As I continued scanning the room, nothing I saw alerted me to any spying eyes, however, that did not stop my heart from continuously accelerating. Once I was done with my paranoid check, I decided to try to speak something.

"...H-hello?"

Expectedly, my speech was trembling, however something was off. While my brain registered what I said as "hello", that's not what I heard coming out of my muzzle. Instead, I heard-

"V-vee?"

This greatly confused me, as I could not conceive of any way I could understand a word's meaning even if the sound I heard is unintelligible. It did seem that I could "talk" normally, but I couldn't communicate normally. This could explain why the police officer was not bothered to wait for a reply, as all he would have heard was nothing of value.

After a while, I had an idea. Bringing up more courage than I thought I had, I spoke more, varying what I was saying, and paying more attention to what came out of my muzzle.

"Hi? Hello? Am I being heard-"

My idea was confirmed. What I heard instead of my words was-

"Vee? Eevee-"

The idea was that Pokemon would say their name when talking. And I did, saying my species - Eevee. My paws stopped working when I made the connection, and I promptly found myself laying down. For what felt like several hours, I laid there, thinking.

I was torn, how should I feel? Some part of me was really happy that I got to be one of my favorite Pokemon. The other part of me was still despairing over my situation, that I had no idea what it meant to be an Eevee, or how to behave like one. Yet, I had no idea how to use, or really do anything like that, as I didn't know how to be an Eevee.

At least my identity was confirmed, and I knew what I was. Visually and verbally, I was an Eevee. I had an inkling that my fragmented knowledge from the games will be immensely helpful in navigating forward from now on, however, that did raise some questions by itself.

Why wasn't I just caught in a Pokeball? Since the police officer mentioned only a lawyer, was I wild? Why did a Pokemon get treated like this, in a giant room that's fit for humans? How does Pokemon battles work?

At the thought of that, it was like a leavy inside of me had flooded. With this change I felt an unusual urge to get up and move my body; to do more than nothing. I suppressed the urge as I wasn't ready to just comply with this impulsive need.

Did my new body influence my thoughts? Did it influence how I felt? It couldn't be, as I still felt and thought like I was used to. Like I was human. At least I knew now that I could access and understand the needs of my body.

I tried to regain my train of thought, when a disturbing thought came to me; which world was I in? Since Pokemon existed here, it was not possible that I was still in the world I lived in before. However, it didn't explain which version of the Pokemon world I was in. The games and the anime share baseline ideas, but the functions of the worlds differ, not to mention spinoffs like Mystery Dungeon, where the functions and logic of moves were completely changed.

I couldn't assume anything about this world, despite it generally containing Pokemon. I had to believe that all my fragmented knowledge was idealistic at best and wrong at worst.

There are some things I could deduce, though. Pokeballs likely didn't exist because if they did, I would be trapped in one, not in a room. Things such as trainers, Pokemon Centers, or how Pokemon even behave could be different, and if I made a wrong assumption, then others might find me suspicious. That thought made me realize a critical issue.

How was I supposed to explain my situation? Should I try to communicate that I was a transformed human? How? If Pokemon could talk to one another, should I admit it and see if I can get help? How would I talk to my lawyer when they came?

I wanted a better, or at least an alternative than simply saying I used to be human, or that I was presumably from a different world. There's no indication of what they might do to me if they knew I was a human, as I might be stuck in some sort of lab, studying my case until I pass away. I needed ideas, but my mind was drawing a blank.

I sighed and tried to curl up again, even though I wasn't very sleepy. It was surprisingly challenging to get my tail to corporate, as moving a new appendage without experience is tricky. Thankfully my ears were intuitive enough to move, as I returned to the position that I found myself in after regaining consciousness, and closing my eyes.

I couldn't sleep. There was no way for me to, as too many thoughts plagued my mind. This time, those thoughts weren't about figuring out where I was, or what I was, but about my past.

I lost my livelihood in virtually a blink of an eye. I lost my friends, my humanity, my family. All my pets were gone. My keepsakes.

I broke down. The sound of my crying echoed throughout the room, murmurs in the halls calmed down, and the lights switched off as if all of it were to respect me. All my built-up emotions and feelings were being released. Memories flashed through me, waves of sadness coursed through my heart, and hours passed, as I fell into a melancholic slumber.

Author's note:
Third published revision. Continuity checked, fixed tenses, rephased sections, and added a little extra. Made possible with the help of Zeth!