FancyKiddo
Your Alien Friend!
The dew was burning away into a low fog as the sun peaked over the horizon, showering the field before Charlotte’s tree with warmth and light. Her tree, because she had decided to claim it, and no one else had seemed particularly opposed, and she’d needed somewhere to ask everyone to meet. It had been an… interesting twelve hours, she mused as she stretched from a blessed-good night of sleep, flitting down to the ground to spread her wings out and soak up the sun’s energy. Which was strange for a bug, but seemed to be what her instincts were telling her to do, and she’d learned that one of the main rules of being transformed into a Pokemon was listen to your instincts. Not too much, but enough to keep your new body from going absolutely crazy. Oh but she was getting off track: an interesting twelve hours, yes! It hadn’t taken her long to figure out that she wasn’t the only recently-transformed. When she’d described the situation to the small crowd of Pokemon she’d quickly gathered, they’d alerted her that others had recently been saying similar things.
She’d sent off her new Pokemon friends to find those others and bring them to her tree. After all, if this was a result of Bill’s machines misfiring on a scale they never had before, she felt somewhat responsible for the others who had been caught in the shenanigans. She’d feel terrible if one of them got eaten, or something. And maybe one of them would be Bill himself, and then they could go put this all back like it was supposed to be, and everything would be fine. And dandy, and great. Yeah, it wasn’t like she really had no idea what she was doing and really, really hoped that Bill, or heck, anybody else! would be there to take over.
She folded her wings, holding her two right fists up in determination. No, she would not be scared, or sad, or whatever that unfamiliar emotion was! She was Charlotte, and she was going to be fine! Yeah, what was the worst that could happen, anyway? Other than staying stuck a Pokemon forever, and therefore never getting back and fixing the storage system, and therefore being partly responsible for getting millions of Pokemon stuck in limbo forever! What great karma that would be!
On second thought, she really did hope that one of them would be Bill.
She’d sent off her new Pokemon friends to find those others and bring them to her tree. After all, if this was a result of Bill’s machines misfiring on a scale they never had before, she felt somewhat responsible for the others who had been caught in the shenanigans. She’d feel terrible if one of them got eaten, or something. And maybe one of them would be Bill himself, and then they could go put this all back like it was supposed to be, and everything would be fine. And dandy, and great. Yeah, it wasn’t like she really had no idea what she was doing and really, really hoped that Bill, or heck, anybody else! would be there to take over.
She folded her wings, holding her two right fists up in determination. No, she would not be scared, or sad, or whatever that unfamiliar emotion was! She was Charlotte, and she was going to be fine! Yeah, what was the worst that could happen, anyway? Other than staying stuck a Pokemon forever, and therefore never getting back and fixing the storage system, and therefore being partly responsible for getting millions of Pokemon stuck in limbo forever! What great karma that would be!
On second thought, she really did hope that one of them would be Bill.