A Pokemon fanfic.
There was a scream, followed by a thud. This thud was then followed by a groan. All these sounds came from the same source; a teenaged trainer by the name of Dustin, who had just lost a Pokemon battle, and took his frustration out on a nearby tree, only to be painfully reminded that said tree was far more durable than his fist. Still wincing, Dustin recalled his unconscious Whimsicott to its Pokeball. He walked up to the trainer that had beat him, and shoved the prize money at him. “Here!” Dustin said. “Take the money! Your scrub tactics won’t save you next time.”
And with that, Dustin stomped off back to Blackthorn. Entering the town’s Pokemon Center, he slammed the Pokeballs onto the counter. The nurse restrained her sigh. “Welcome back to the Pokemon Center. Would you like me to heal your Pokemon?”
“Okay, this will only take a few seconds.” The nurse placed the balls on the healing machine, causing it to glow for a moment while playing the familiar jingle. “Your Pokemon have been fully healed. We hope to see you again.”
Dustin took his Pokeballs back, and moved into one of the Pokemon Center’s trainer lodgings, where he released his Whimsicott, Boldore, and Hypno from their Pokeballs. Opening his pack, he got out some bowls and cans of Pokemon food, giving each of them their meals, before walking over to the bed in the corner and sulking in it.
“You know, guys, I’m getting a bit worried about our trainer.” Whimsicott said in the Pokemon language. “I mean, sure, he’d always been a bit of a sore loser, but lately he’s just been blowing his stack every time the smallest thing goes wrong.”
“Yeah.” Boldore said between bites. “It’s been getting out of hand. One of these days, he might lash out and try hitting something that’ll hit back.”
“Heh, I hope I’ll be there to see it when that happens.” Hypno said through his telepathy. “Maybe that something’ll beat some battle knowledge into him.”
“Hypno!” The other two said.
“What? What?” Hypno raised his arms defensively. “It’s a joke! Lighten up a bit.”
“Anyway,” Whimsicott said, “I think we need to figure out how to help him calm down.”
“And what on Earth are we gonna do about that, huh?” Hypno said. “He’s the one in charge here.”
“Well, can use your telepathy to talk to him.” Whimsicott said. “Maybe he’d be willing to hear us out.”
“Okay.” Hypno said. “But what are you actually planning to help him calm down?”
The two other Pokemon went quiet for a moment as they thought about their answers. Boldore spoke first. “When I was in the wild, and things got me angry, it was usually because I was thinking about what I was doing in an all-or-nothing way. When Dustin started training me, though, I realized that the world wasn’t going to end just because I lost a battle. I’d still get fed at the end of the day, and as long as I put in all the work I could, I felt good about it.”
“So basically,” Hypno said. “you want me to help him keep some perspective, eh? I think I’ll be able to do that.”
Dustin grit his teeth as he handed over the prize money to his opponent, before trudging off to heal his injured Pokemon again. Hypno walked by Dustin’s side, having been excluded from the 2v2 battle Dustin had lost. “You know Dustin, I bet you’re frustrated right now. But you gotta keep a little perspective.”
“I’ve got plenty of perspective.” Dustin growled. “I lost, and that means I’m not doing good as I should be.”
“No, you see, you’ve gotta look at the bigger picture, here. Sure, you may have lost one battle, here, today. And sure, it may have been just the latest in a string of seven consecutive losses. But your Pokemon are still your friends. You’re still able to feed yourself. Granted, with all the money you’ve been losing to give the other guy as a prize, you’ll only be able to keep feeding us for another week at this rate, if you don’t get another win. But hey, most people can easily go two weeks without food before they die of starvation.”
“And really, the universe is trillions of years old already. In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter if you die at thirteen or three hundred? It’s not like your winning or losing will stop our sun from going supernova in another million years or so. And don’t get me started on how insignificant these wins and losses are in light of the inevitable heat death of the universe as a whole…”
There was a loud scream, followed by one thud after another, as Dustin started slamming his head against the nearest tree.
“Hypno!” Whimsicott shouted. “What in the nine circles of the Distortion World were you thinking? You were supposed to be helping him deal with his anger, not making it worse by giving him existential crises too!”
Hypno sighed. The three Pokemon were back in the Pokemon Center Trainer lodgings, eating their bowls of Pokemon chow again. “Look, I did my best, okay. I can’t help it if Boldore has terrible ideas.”
Boldore glared at him, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, realizing his words would be wasted. “Well, you could try it again, and keep the perspective a little more restrained, and upbeat…”
“Nope.” Hypno shook his head. “The definition of insanity is trying the same thing again and again and expecting different results.”
Boldore rolled his eyes. “It’s not the same thing if you actually do it right this time.”
“Enough of your terrible ideas!” Hypno snorted. “Whimsicott, what do you think we should do?”
Whimsicott put his hoof to his chin for a few moments. “Well, when I’m feeling angry, I try to find some humor in things. Like, when I get angry and internally call a certain psychic a piece of garbage, I imagine how silly that would look literally, and it helps take my mind off things.”
“So, basically, I try to make him realize how silly it sounds when he’s angry?” Hypno smiled, while the other two Pokemon exchanged nervous glances. “That shouldn’t be a problem at all.”
Dustin found himself storming back to the Pokemon center yet again, after yet another loss. “Ugh, using Talonflame and a Garchomp! I can’t believe what a scrub she was.”
“A ‘scrub?’ Really now?” Hypno asked. “Would you take a second to imagine what that’d look like.”
Dustin’s frown started to rise. “Heh, yeah, that is kinda funny when you think about it. I mean, an actual scrub brush, wearing trainer’s clothes?”
“Awkwardly hopping around on its handle…”
“Barking orders muffled under soap suds…” Dustin couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.
“Yeah! It’s pretty funny. Imagine how stupid someone would have to be to lose to a scrub brush!”
Dustin’s frown began to work its way back onto his face as Hypno chuckled.
“I mean, how bad would a person need to be at properly ordering their Pokemon around to get beaten by something that doesn’t even have a mouth? Hah! They’d have to make some pretty braindead calls to get their behinds handed to them by something that didn’t even have a brain!”
Dustin clenched his fists.
“Man, even using ‘Scrub’ as an insult when you lose, is pretty silly now that I think about it, I mean, do you know where the term originated? It’s a pretty funny story-” Hypno suddenly found his words cut off as Dustin lobbed his pokeball at him, hitting him right between the eyes before pulling him back in, in a flash of red light.
“Words fail me completely.” Boldore groaned as the three talked over Pokemon Chow again.
“What? Whimsicott said I needed to point out how sill he was being.”
“No. I was trying to say you needed to point out how silly he might act when he’s angry. You decided to start piling on insults instead of trying to get him to laugh.”
“Oh come on! I found them funny. I can’t help it if he doesn’t share my genius sense of humor.” The other two Pokemon took several deep breaths, holding their heads in their forelegs. “Look, obviously, the problem is that both of you have terrible ideas. Next time, I’ll just do what we should have done from the start.”
Boldore sighed. “Well, that certainly sounds ominous. What are you planning?”
“Oh, that would be telling, wouldn’t it? And I don’t want you two messing it up when it happens, so I’m NOT telling.”
“Arceus, take our souls now, and spare us this torment.” Whimsicott muttered.
Dustin walked through the back routes of the forest, trying to avoid any other trainers for the time being. He had heard that the legendary Mew had been sighted out here recently, and was eagerly searching for any possible clue as to where it might be hiding. Unfortunately, he was having very little luck. He looked down at his Pokeballs with a sigh, knowing the only one on his team that could have a chance of tracing Mew, was the one he hoped would stay in its Pokeball forever, after yesterday’s events.
“Alright Hypno. Come out and use your psychic abilities to trace Mew’s.” There was a red flash of light as Hypno was released. “And no commentary from the peanut gallery this time, please…”
“Don’t worry Dustin. You won’t have to worry about any more commentary from me!” Hypno grinned, and Dustin felt something slipping out of his backpack. Looking back, he saw the Escape Rope he was carrying snake its way out of his pack and around him, Hypno guiding it with his psychic powers to tie Dustin to one of the closer trees.
“Now don’t panic! The other pokemon were concerned about your outburst of anger, and I have taken it upon myself to help calm you down from here on!” He released the pendulum in his hand, letting it swing back and forth in front of Dustin’s face. “Now then, let’s just relax a bit, shall we?”
Dustin groaned, his body feeling heavy as his eyes involuntarily tracked the pendulum.
“Now then, Dustin, just take a minute to appreciate just how relaxed you are. So relaxed that you simply don’t want to move at all.”
Dustin nodded weakly.
“Hey! I said don’t move at all!” Dustin shook himself awake at the sudden change in tone. Hypno facepalmed as he realized his mistake. “J-just keep watching the pendulum, as it just goes back and forth, slowly and calmly.”
Dustin nodded, starting to doze off again.
“Right then… I want you to think back to a time where you were calm, and at peace, a time where you felt like absolutely nothing could go wrong. And when you remember that time, tell me about it.”
Dustin was quiet for a moment, before giving the answer in a droning voice. “When I was five, a trainer with a Meganium visited your house and let me ride it around. He was real cool, and friendly, and easygoing, and being around him made me feel calmer.”
“There we go. Now, I want you to remember all the little emotions you felt at the time. Got them in mind?” Dustin nodded. “Now, whenever I say the phrase ‘Meganium’s rest,’ you’re going to become just like that Meganium; calm, easygoing, and so hard to make flustered or frustrated in any way.”
“Just like Meganium…” Dustin nodded quietly.
“That’s right. Now then, I’m going to untie you, and wake you up, on the count of 3, and when you wake up, you will have no conscious memory of me hypnotizing you. 1… 2… 3.”
As Dustin came to, completely oblivious as to what had transpired in the last few minutes, a tiny Pokemon watched the scene unfold, with mischief in its eyes. It giggled as plans for a prank of legendary proportions formed under its feline skull.
Several hours later, Dustin’s hunt for Mew was looking no closer to completion than when it had started. Hypno’s attempts to find the telepathic signals of other Pokemon had been leading to mundane Abra, Exeggcute, and Musharna, and in his desperation, Dustin was trying everything, even letting out his Whimsicott and Boldore to help in the search. Unfortunately, being a cotton plant/sheep hybrid, and a living rock, neither was especially well equipped to aid in tracking down a Pokemon known to fly, shapeshift, or turn invisible at will. All they could really do, at this point, was listen to Hypno ramble about his plan.
“It’s flawless, utterly flawless!” Hypno thought, extending his telepathy only to the other Pokemon. “It’s what we should have done from the start, really.”
“Mind control, though?” Boldore asked. “That seems very… Unethical, to put it mildly.”
“You’re just jealous you couldn’t think up something so brilliant.”
“This is serious, Hypno!” Whimsicott said. “Even putting aside robbing someone… No not just someone, our trainer, of all people, of their free will, and the ethics of that, you don’t even know if it’s going to work properly. What if it goes like your attempt to give him some perspective?”
“Oh, come on, it’s only to help him calm down. It’s not like he’ll never be able to become angry again, or anything.”
Dustin’s groaning interrupted their conversation. The three Pokemon turned to see their trainer struggling to extract himself from a thorn-riddled bush he had tripped into. He growled as he pulled himself out, covered in scratches. “That is it! I’ve been out here for hours, chasing nothing and now this happens! Why’s it always me?”
“Now then,” Hypno grinned, “Time to show all of you my genius!”
Out of sight of the trainer and his Pokemon, a little Pokemon giggled in anticipation, watching with baited breath as Hypno approached his trainer.
“Say Dustin, to your remember Meganium’s rest?” As Hypno said this, the little Pokemon’s eyes glowed blue, focusing its energy on Dustin.
“Yeah, I do.” Dustin said, the tension in his face fading, and the growl that had permeated his speech just moments before nowhere to be found. “I gotta be like that Meganuim…”
As he said this, his body started to swell, his torso growing larger and wider, his clothes getting tight. He then felt an itchy sensation crawl over him, as hundreds of little, pale green scales, slipped through his skin, starting in his chest. Dustin knew there was something off about this, but the effect of the hypnosis kept him to calm to question it.
“Something doesn’t seem right, Hypno…” Boldore said.
“What are you talking about? Clearly, he just looks fatter because he’s relaxing.”
“Then what’s with his skin turning green?” Whimsicott shouted, as the spread of the green scales stretched out onto the exposed skin of Dustin’s neck and arms.
“M-maybe his stomach is just t-telling him that it didn’t like what he had for lunch?”
The pokemon watched in confusion as the green scales spread up Dustin’s neck, which, itself, was becoming thicker, and much longer, as well. Dustin tugged on his collar. Even in his unnaturally calmed state, Dustin couldn’t help but tug at his collar, his clothes feeling unbearably tight.
“This has to be our fault!” Boldore cried. “What in the Distortion World did you do to Dustin?”
“I… I didn’t do any of this…” Hypno backed away from the other two Pokemon. “I just told him to be like that peaceful Meganium he remembered… from his childhood…” Hypno gulped as he remembered his poor choice of words. “But that’s still nonsense to suggest I’m somehow responsible for this! Everyone knows all that hippy stuff about your mind influencing the world you is garbage!”
“Said the psychic Pokemon…” Whimsicott glared.
“That’s completely different!”
Their conversation was interrupted by a tearing sound. Turning around, they saw Dustin down on all fours, no longer able to hold the weight of his increasingly large body on two legs alone. His clothes were gradually tearing, revealing the green scales underneath. Luckily, before his arms could give way, he felt a new strength filling them. They started to grow thicker, and rounder, his fingers shrinking back into stubby, immobile claws, while his hands stretched and swelled, becoming near indistinguishable from the rest of what were now his forelegs. He felt his bones shift under his skin and muscles, the range of movement in what were once his arms becoming significantly reduced. Dustin groaned as he felt his hips shifting, having already grown larger with the rest of his body, they now bent into a new angle, one that made him feel much more comfortable on all fours. As his legs began to change the same way his arms and hands had, he also felt his spine stretching, and growing longer, pushing past his hips, new muscle and skin growing alongside it to form a short tail.
“Change him back!” Whimsicott grabbed Hypno’s white mane and shook it. “And you better be prepared to replace his clothes too!”
Hypno tried to stop the shaking, but as his knees were starting to rattle on their own, it wasn’t going to make much of a different. “Guys, I really don’t know what’s going on! I didn’t mean to do any of this!”
“Liar! You’re just blaming your problems on everyone but yourself again!” Boldore shouted.
As his Pokemon continued to argue, Dustin felt his skull swelling and becoming rounder. His jaws stretched forward, becoming a sauropod snout. He felt his hair recede as the scales took over, his eyes turning a bright yellow. He felt his nose pulling back, becoming a little less sensitive as it shrink down to a pair of slits above his mouth. He felt a strong tingling sensation from his forehead, as a pair of long, sensitive, yellow antennae sprouted out. Finally, he felt comforting warmth around his neck, feeling something foreign, but so relaxing, stretching out around its base. Looking down, he saw six pink flower petals unfurl around his neck. He could feel them taking in the sunlight, and he sighed in delight. He finally felt genuinely calm again. He almost didn’t want to go back to being human.
The little Mew laughed to itself as it watched the Pokemon arguing, while their former trainer sat there peacefully. It wondered how long it would be before Meganium’s calming scent would quiet their bickering. It shrugged, and decided to enjoy the show while there was still a chance that the jerk of a Hypno would get what was coming to him.