The Life of a Hacked PokemonNumbers.More Like This
That was the first thing I was aware of.
Shortly following, I gained a shape, body, personality, and an odd craving for spice.
But then something changed. The numbers shifted, and the colours on parts of my body became different. I didn't really mind; I was still myself.
Next, the numbers surrounding me faded and I found myself on ground, which happened to be lightly coloured dirt. Grass surrounded me, but I paid no mind to it. Instead, my attention was on the teenage boy in front of me. His hair looked white and I couldn't really see his face. I saw he was holding something purple, and after a moment he tossed it into the air.
The next thing I knew, I was inside something. I wiggled, pushing on all sides of this tiny confinementbut it refused to budge. After a few tries, I gave up. Whatever I was in, I wasn't getting out.
Some time later, I have no idea how long; I was suddenly pushed out of my prison. The boy was back, standing in front of me and holding out something.