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Lost Control (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

Winter Whumperland 2022 Day 12 // Whumpcember 2022 Day 12

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Day 12 Prompt: The Nutcracker: Forced to Perform | Animal Attack | Forced Transformation | Comfort: Favorite Holiday Movies.

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Day 12 Prompt: Broken Bone

Word Count: ~750 words

This is a part of a personal Pokémon Fanfiction series, My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey, and is looking at a part of a story that I haven't gotten to or put out there yet, but I have MANY ideas for, called Ditto Defect. This specific story is set in Unova with Team Plasma as the antagonists, though I have a nice little OC antagonist so I don't have to struggle with too many canon characters.

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This short bit is specifically about the main POV character, Crystal, struggling with a transformation ability and it breaking down as she uses it, fighting one her her tormentor’s Pokémon. Enjoy!

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Sebastian stalked into the observation lab early today. He had a Krookodile that walked beside him when they stood outside my containment chamber. "We'll be doing another observation test today. I do enjoy the data we can glean from your battles. N said you were a very accomplished trainer, after all, and our records show your early success in the Youth Indigo League. How much do you remember without your precious PokéDex? How many Pokémon, how many moves?"

I remained in my human form, determined to keep it for as long as I could. I couldn't risk being stuck in a Pokémon form, and I didn't trust that I would be able to use Transform successfully. My control over it was deteriorating rapidly, and it took an increasing amount of energy to even initiate Transform in the first place.

The Krookodile sauntered in. I could sense the excitement to battle from it. This time, there would be no guilt – this was Sebastian's own Pokémon, I knew that much. This wasn't stolen or abused, like the Liepard.

"I'll leave you to it, Krookodile."

The Krookodile smiled maliciously at me.

Without warning, he swiped at me, his claws glowing purple. Dragon Claw, I recognized. I only just got out of the way in time, but the follow-up Dragon Tail caught me off-guard, and it slammed hard into my side – knocking the air out of me, but I wasn't sure if that was all, or if my ribs— Can't think about that now, I thought, pushing the thought aside. Pain is an indicator. Nothing more. I hastily breathed a Flamethrower in the Krookodile's direction on instinct.

I thought of Ninetales, thanks to Hex, and their ability to curse – the legends I heard as I grew up. Will-O-Wisp, I thought, conjuring the cursed purple tongues of flame and sending them toward the Krookodile.

Belatedly, I remembered that the Krookdile was a ground-type. I need water!

The Krookodile struck before I could adapt. I had enough time to recognize the attack, and try and defend against it – Crunch, against my raised arm. Luxray used this often enough for me to know it well. I didn't have time, I couldn't do anything so fast – crunch, right on my arm.

The pain was similar to the pain of using Transform, but it wasn't resolving into anything. I heard myself scream in pain – the Krookodile's jaws must have broken my arm.

In the haze, my yell turned into a roar, and the rest of my body started to burn. Ninetales, I had the brief clarity to think. Mid-Transform, I used Iron Tail as I gained the nine tails, slamming each tail down sequentially onto the Krookodile. I landed hard, unable to use one of my front legs – even though Transform, it stayed broken. With my whole body hurting, I forced out a Hydro Pump directly at the stunned Krookodile. He finally fainted, to my relief.

I struggled to my feet, holding up my broken leg. I didn't want to Transform. I don't have enough energy to use it again, especially not with this leg. Can I heal it with my ability?

Sebastian approached the door, and I snarled at him, fire licking at my teeth. His sickeningly satisfied expression only fueled my fury.

"What a lovely performance," he mocked. "I think we're starting to make good progress. I did note that you tried halting your transformation. Everything will be faithfully recorded."

As futile as I knew it would be, I blasted the door with Flamethrower. I did get the satisfaction of Sebastian flinching back, though I did little or even no damage otherwise.

"Do you want to use my Krookodile for something else, or may I take him back?"

As if you need my permission. If you wanted him, you'd find a way to take him. I just continued baring my fangs.

"I'd like to take him to heal. You wouldn't keep a Pokémon in pain, for how they were raised?"

As if they aren't sentient in their own right!

"We can just sedate you. It's really no skin off my teeth."

I huffed out a small plume of fire, and went to lay in the farthest corner, where my bed was. I didn't lay on it, but faced away from the door. I heard it open, heard the Pokéball returning Krookodile, and heard the door lock again.

"You'll lose this battle, girl," Sebastion promised me. "You'll become what you were always mean to be: a weapon. You made that choice. It's not our fault you did – but it's our goal to make sure you're useful in the process of Team Plasma taking over Unova."

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WIP: Meeting of the Minds (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This is part of a mostly-finished-but-unpolished chapter I'm writing in Ditto Defect. It's set closer to the start of DD so there isn't too much backstory that needs to be known other than: Crystal is taking another crack at journeying through Unova and is resting in Pinwheel Forest; Team Plasma has been pretty underground up until this point; and, the best part, Crystal is having a bit of a tricky time controlling her Ditto Ability, and this is the first instance that she has this issue :)

Fun fact: this is toward the end of this chapter as a whole (but not this WIP of the chapter, in total it gets up to 3k words-ish)

(I'm not very happy with my characterization of N, I want to rewrite it before I consider this chapter finished and share all of it)

I do not own the sprite I used! I found it here!

1.5k words

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ending lines from a nonexistent prior chapter (did say this is a WIP)

Crystal couldn't sleep with the beautiful night around her. She sat, staring into the infinite inky sky, with the countless stars. The trees framed it, and Crystal remembered the feeling of travelling – always seeing new places, new Pokémon, new people. She felt almost normal again, like a normal Trainer who had gone to a foreign region for a Pokémon journey, collecting badges and making new friends.

She heard the nighttime sounds of nocturnal Pokémon, and went to see if she could find the source of the natural melody. Everyone else was sound asleep, and they were hidden well within Pinwheel Forest – she couldn't go too far. Even if she did, Crystal could follow their auras.

This could almost be Viridian Forest, she thought. These are different trees, but very much the same. The Pokémon are all different, but their lives are the same. She half-expected Mt. Moon to loom in the north-eastern distance, or even Mt. Silver out to the distant west.

An urge wormed its way into her – an urge to use Transform. As if to remind her that the nostalgia was an illusion and no longer true. The urge grew, and something about it startled her – This isn't right. Alarm shot through her as the pain followed, and this time she didn't summon it – some other will other than her own started changing her body. And it terrified her.

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Crystal's body shifted, horribly, incompletely, unnaturally. She just had to keep this to herself, figure out what to do—

She locked eyes with something. No, someone. A human. This late at night?

He froze. Then he started approaching, slowly. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. He held no fear in his eyes. Just concern.

His bushy, light-colored hair was long, and some fell over his shoulder. It might've been in a Ponyta-tail. He wore some kind of baseball cap, and nondescript clothing that could have had more color than just white and grey, but her current grey-scale night-vision couldn't pick it out.

Crystal noticed, as she bared her teeth at him, that she made the threat with a small snout – a Vulpix's snout. She didn't growl, not yet, her fangs were the first warning. He stopped. The concern never wavered.

"I want to help you," he said. "Can I help you?"

She let out a quiet growl, just for a moment. No. Go away. I can't be more clear.

He took another step forward. "Please, I know someone who might be able to help. Who did this to you?"

Who did this? I did this. I don't need your help.

"Can you tell me?"

I'm a Pokémon, as far as you know. Of course I can't.

The fur along her spine bristled and rose threateningly. Will-o-Wisp fires appeared around her on some uncontrollable instinct.

"You're a long way from home," he said. "Vulpix are from Kanto. Who brought you here?"

She took a threatening step forward, growling again. The Wisps moved forward, too. He stopped again.

"I know seeing a human must be scary. But I understand you, can you tell me what happened?"

She just continued to growl.

He sat down, on the forest floor, and glanced up at the starry sky. "You have no reason to trust me," he said, not looking at her. "But, I promise, I just want to help. You're hurt, you're wrong. Someone did that to you. You're not how you should be." He sighed. "How about I tell you about my childhood. About the Pokémon that I helped, and met, and lived with."

He reached out a hand, and a Sewaddle came out of a bush and nudged against his hand. The Pokémon here know him.

"I grew up with a lot of hurt Pokémon," he began. "I spent time soothing them, helping them, playing with them. They taught me to understand wild Pokémon..."

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And, for nearly an hour, he talked to Crystal. He poured his heart out, he stayed where he was, as Crystal listened intently. During this time, she reached out with her psychic sense – and she found that he meant what he said. His intentions, his history.

His stories helped her calm down from her initial alarm of her ability malfunctioning, of him finding her in such a state. Maybe that person he said could help might be a good idea. If I can return to human, and find him myself. I have to stay hidden, secret. It's dangerous that he even sees me. But he doesn't suspect that I'm human...

The sharp snap of twigs made her whirl around, fire at the ready. The Wisps, which had faded while the guy had talked, whooshed to life as she searched for the source of the sound.

This human was clearly an adult. His hair was nearly shaved right to his head, and had light-colored hair, aside from a darker swish of hair that went around his head like it was one of Saturn's rings.

"Go on, Beheeyem," the man said softly, not addressing Crystal or the other guy.

Unlike her meeting with the first guy, this human brought a Pokémon with him – something odd, a Pokémon Crystal hadn't seen before. It had light-colored skin – if it could be called skin, its form had a look of stone – and strange markings on its head. If anything, its strange form reminded her of a Gardevoir's gown. It's three-pronged hands reminded her of the old, grainy pictures of Mewtwo that circulated in newspapers and on the news. She reached out with her psychic-sense, but couldn't get a read on it – instead, something pushed back.

"Stop it," she barked in alarm, stepping back. The presence pushed further, steadily and unhindered. "Get back!" Her fur bristled again, trying to put up a resistance – but this wasn't like anything she had encountered before. The Wisps surrounded her, but she knew they wouldn't do much.

"It talks?" the man asked.

"It wouldn't speak with me," the other guy said.

"That's not a Unovan accent."

Come along, a thought said. It pushed its way into Crystal's mind.

No! She took another step backward.

Come along, it repeated. Its hands started lighting up, off-white flashes.

What is that? she wondered, warily.

Come along.

It wasn't hurting her. It wasn't even attacking. In fact, it wasn't moving, at all. Just watching her, as she watched it, the lights flickering. She took a hesitant step forward. She didn't want to, yet she very much wanted to.

Come along. The thought had become a mantra inside Crystal's mind. Come along. She couldn't define where it came from – the presence, or herself. It didn't matter to her to figure that out, either. Come along.

Crystal had to follow this Pokémon – she couldn't not. She felt compelled to go. Her hostility melted away, replaced by a welcome calmness. All of the worries she'd harbored had left. Come along.

A gentle hand touched her back, flattening the bristled fur around her neck. The hand was warm to the touch. "We'll help you and get you back home."

The small prick in her neck snapped her focus away from the hypnotizing control, the liquid he injected— But she couldn't move, anyway – she noticed an energy holding her in place. The same way her Kadabra would sometimes use Psychic outside of battle. Kadabra would often pull berries out of trees with ease, move small boulders, and even the time he caught her PokéDex while traversing Victory Road, where it would have gone over a cliff. Once or twice, he used Psychic to hold a Pokémon in place long enough for her to make a new entry in her PokéDex, before it ran away.

Arceus, no, please, no. She felt fine, in that moment, but it was only a matter of time, she knew. Can I use Teleport to get far enough away before it takes effect?

She had to focus – harder thought than done, she realized, as her thoughts scattered away from her and as darkness enticed her to relax – on the clearing where her Pokémon were sleeping, oblivious to her situation.

The incorporeal grip vanished as she used Teleport – but it was only a handful of feet away. So much energy wasted on a few feet!

She heard the humans' exclamations of surprise, but her exhaustion turned her focus inward – her body was slowing down as whatever sedative they gave her took hold. I have to go, she frantically, sluggishly, thought.

"I'll take it to my lab for observation," the man said. "I'll take it from here."

"Keep me updated, please – if I can help transport it home, let me know."

“I will. Thank you, N.”

Crystal tried to pull herself forward; she could sense Lucario dimly. He's awake. Lucario, help! A hand scooped her up, and she hung limply in the man's hands. She had enough awareness to wonder about her abnormally long tails, and that there were only three of them, instead of a Vulpix's usual six.

"I wonder how you got this way? Let's go and see what you're made of."

The darkness swallowed her up.

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Beheeyem, the Cerebral Pokémon. It has strong psychic powers that it can use to confuse or control its opponents' minds. Apparently, it communicates by flashing its three fingers, but those patterns haven't been decoded.

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