04-07-2020, 01:41 PM
(This post was written by @no one and by posted by me at his request.)
Charmander dreamt of cold, hunger and the comfort of fur. He dreamt of grit and survival in the face of an unforgiving world. He also dreamt of warm food, a home, and a family. The yearning for those things squeezed down on his heart as he resolutely slept on. Eventually however, he began to rise to the surface of consciousness only to hear arguing.
"-COME AT ME if ya DARE, come at me if ya want to fight, I DARE YA!!!"
Charmander kept his eyes closed, as he did not wish to step into a completely unknown situation. The voices he was listening to didn't sound human, and yet somehow, he understood what they were saying. The speakers eventually settled down, and began to introduce themselves. They seemed to be friendly, but he was not so naive as to trust a group of strangers he had never even spoken to, and so he maintained his facade of a deep slumber.
Eventually, one of the others, (Kogeki, from the sound of his voice), shook him to try to rouse him. He stayed asleep, to be sure of the others' intentions. He suddenly realised something. The others spoke about not remembering anything and waking up as Pokemon. Was he one?
He tested each of his limbs, and soon realised that there was one too many. He was missing a finger. And two toes. He too was a Pokemon, apparently. The others appeared to be in his situation too. He decided that he would reveal himself to them, but keep a healthy distance. If he truly was a Pokemon, he would need help to fix it as he had no idea how to do so on his own. Being a Pokemon was a queer feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. His ears and skin were several times more sensitive, and he felt himself quenching his thirst on the moisture in the air itself.
The riolu and a... Devimp, she said she was? They had both mentioned him. Perhaps he could start by introducing himself to them? He rose, and stretched, but almost fell over due to his new body's posture and shape.
"I'm Daxter. I've been listening the whole time. I didn't trust you all then, and I definitely don't trust you now, but you seem to be in a similar situation to me. So I guess we can try and figure this shit out together. Call me Dax."
Charmander dreamt of cold, hunger and the comfort of fur. He dreamt of grit and survival in the face of an unforgiving world. He also dreamt of warm food, a home, and a family. The yearning for those things squeezed down on his heart as he resolutely slept on. Eventually however, he began to rise to the surface of consciousness only to hear arguing.
"-COME AT ME if ya DARE, come at me if ya want to fight, I DARE YA!!!"
Charmander kept his eyes closed, as he did not wish to step into a completely unknown situation. The voices he was listening to didn't sound human, and yet somehow, he understood what they were saying. The speakers eventually settled down, and began to introduce themselves. They seemed to be friendly, but he was not so naive as to trust a group of strangers he had never even spoken to, and so he maintained his facade of a deep slumber.
Eventually, one of the others, (Kogeki, from the sound of his voice), shook him to try to rouse him. He stayed asleep, to be sure of the others' intentions. He suddenly realised something. The others spoke about not remembering anything and waking up as Pokemon. Was he one?
He tested each of his limbs, and soon realised that there was one too many. He was missing a finger. And two toes. He too was a Pokemon, apparently. The others appeared to be in his situation too. He decided that he would reveal himself to them, but keep a healthy distance. If he truly was a Pokemon, he would need help to fix it as he had no idea how to do so on his own. Being a Pokemon was a queer feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. His ears and skin were several times more sensitive, and he felt himself quenching his thirst on the moisture in the air itself.
The riolu and a... Devimp, she said she was? They had both mentioned him. Perhaps he could start by introducing himself to them? He rose, and stretched, but almost fell over due to his new body's posture and shape.
"I'm Daxter. I've been listening the whole time. I didn't trust you all then, and I definitely don't trust you now, but you seem to be in a similar situation to me. So I guess we can try and figure this shit out together. Call me Dax."
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