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:bulletpink::bulletpink::bulletpink: Chapter 1: A World I Never Knew :bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletblue:

It happened on the day of my 10th birthday.

Obviously, I didn't notice right away. I'd never been the type to look that closely in mirrors, anyway. For example, I only brushed my hair to the extent that the front looked good, mostly because the bathrooms in my house never had enough mirrors to allow me to see the back of my head. I figured, if I couldn't see it, what was so important about it? It drove my mom nuts, I tell you. But that's not the point. The point was that something happened that day that made me stare in the mirror longer and more intensely than I ever did before.

"What the…?" I touched what looked like an extra pair of ears that had apparently sprouted through my hair on top of my head. It looked like a pair of pink cat ears vaguely the shape of a Jigglypuff's…and for that matter, when did I suddenly grow pink bangs in front of my forehead? My hair was always parted in the middle; my mom thought it was a good hairstyle for me, and like a lot of things back then, I went along with it.

Did any of the boys from the neighborhood that I invited over for my party notice? It's not like any of them were into fashion or anything, but the pink ears and bangs would've stood out so much from my brown hair that it would be hard for anyone to miss...even my brother, who was just seven years old. If not, then how could they have sprung up that recently? And how could I not feel…? I touched an ear. WHOA! I could feel my finger through the ear!

I knew I expected my 10th birthday to be major. It my first entrance into the world of ages with double-digits; it was the age where I would've become a Pokémon Trainer just like in the games and TV show (if only I lived in the Pokémon world instead of this boring real world); etc. My parents recorded the whole celebration on videotape, from when I first woke up to when the first of my friends arrived to the Jigglypuff-shaped cake to the present-opening ceremony to the movies we watched to the Super Smash Bros. games we played and everything in between. But…this? Was this some sort of extra present my mom and dad weren't telling me about? Was this because I was even more obsessed with Jigglypuff than usual today?

Or maybe…just maybe…I really WAS turning into a Jigglypuff! My most favorite Pokémon ever since I was introduced to it the summer before 2nd grade!

After hurriedly brushing my teeth, I ran to my room, closed the door as fast as I could, and leapt up on the bed. What did this mean? Me…turning into a Pokémon? I thought I was supposed to be a Trainer, and my first Pokémon, if I had a choice in the matter, would be Jigglypuff. On the other hand, I remembered that I would often pretend to be Jigglypuff while the neighborhood boys would be other Super Smash Bros. characters when we played around outside until it got dark. Then our parents would call us in, and we'd complain that it was still light outside...Anyway, I had no idea if this was the extent of the transformation or if it went further. Hmm…a Jigglypuff…

I had to test it out. I sang, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Amy, Happy Birthday to me..." I paused, shocked. My pitch was perfect. In fact, my voice was so perfect, I was feeling tired. Tired? Uh-oh. I thought that if I became a Jigglypuff I'd be the first to sing without anyone falling asleep. Now I knew how Ash and friends felt.

"Amy?" It was my mom.

"Can we come in?" And my dad.

I wasn't really sure if I should show them my Jigglypuff ears or not. Well, considering how I now had FOUR ears, it would probably shock them, even if I claimed it was a new hat. After all, it looked and felt real, with a thin layer of soft, fine fur I never knew Jigglypuffs had. So I got under the covers, grabbed an extra pillow, and placed it over my head. "Yeah, it's okay!" I replied.

They did. "That was some great singing just now," said Dad.

"Uh…yeah! I was practicing to see what it was like to be a Jigglypuff. You know…"

Mom laughed. "Nice to see you're in bed early, too! It's only 8:30."

Uh-oh. Bedtime for me was usually 9:00 pm, but I was known for staying up later than that when I was excited by something like my birthday, or whenever I wanted to play as much of my video games as possible. "That's right!" I replied. "Looks like I've also sang myself to sleep, huh?"

They smiled. "Well, goodnight, Amy!" said Dad. Then they left the room and closed the door, thankfully blocking out the annoying light in the hallways that usually shone in my eyes if my door wasn't fully closed.

Whew! Safe. They didn't even notice the extra pillow on my head.

But I decided to try and fall asleep right then and there, anyway. Maybe in the morning, the ears would go away. And even if they didn't, at least the morning would be a better time to show them. In the meantime, I thought about how cool this whole thing would be if only I was in some other world instead of this one. Or something.


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I woke up in the middle of the night to a cloud of purplish black mist being blasted in my face.

"Ack! What—?" I choked and lashed out, trying to make whoever was blasting me go away. How did a stranger get into my room? In fact, how did a stranger get into my HOUSE? For my efforts, I only had more mist sprayed into my face. It must have been some sort of sleeping gas, because right then, my eyes slammed shut despite all my efforts and I was out like a light.


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"Uugh…"

My head swam, and I choked up a mass of acidic bile, but luckily, it didn't go past my throat. The sting of the acid burned in there, though, which was not very fun. If only I had a glass of water or something...

Finally, I blinked my eyes open, only to be met by the harshness of a bright white light. Ow, my eyes! Eventually, though, they became used to it, and I blinked them open, while squinting, to see where I was. The first thing I saw was a pointy object aimed right in front of my face. I could feel and hear it humming with what looked like bright-blue heat energy inside of its transparent surface.

Instinctly, I tried backing away, only to realize that my waist, arms, throat, and head were restrained by cold, thick metal clamps. To make matters worse, there were jet-black wires attached all over me, most of them poking through my long-sleeved PJs. I found I was strapped to the hard surface a glisteningly white table, or at least what felt like one, and my eyes quickly scanned the room. There wasn't much to see other than blank whitewashed walls, a single door, a few computers, and some sort of console that appeared to be connected to the pointy thing. I didn't understand. Was I in some sort of mad scientist's lab? Or maybe…maybe an alien spaceship beamed me up to perform some sort of experiment on me?

The door opened, and two people dressed in thickly covered biohazard suits came in, with gas masks strapped over their faces for a seriously creepy effect. At least, I thought they were people; for all I knew, maybe they were human-shaped aliens.

I couldn't take this freakiness anymore. I shouted, "Who are you guys? What's going on?"

One of them replied with contempt, "Save your breath. You're one of THEM." The gas mask garbled his voice.

Okay, so either people, or aliens who happened to speak English. "Wait. What? Them? Who's them?" I shouted.

As one of them typed in some commands on the console, the other pointed in the general direction of my head and shot, "Well, what do you think?"

My Jigglypuff ears. Wait…But how? I covered my ears and never let anyone see them, didn't I? Then again, I still had no idea when they sprouted up. But I didn't think one of my friends--especially not my brother; we always kept each other's secrets--would sell me out to…whoever THESE guys were…just because of that! Some sort of device that tracked me down? Yeah, that had to be it. But how was I going to get out of here? When would my parents notice I was missing and send for help?

Then the pointy thing moved, and I nearly yelped. The fear I felt was way worse than the times I was at the dentist's office, and that was already really bad, especially with the plaque removal. What was that thing even for? Was I going to die here?

"Oh, don't worry, kid…This won't hurt a bit," sneered the other one in a tone of voice that suggested that it would actually be more painful than I could possibly imagine.

Suddenly, the ground heaved, and the wall to my right exploded. The scary masked people shouted, "Hey! What the—?"

A dark purple shadowy aura in the shape of a fist pummeled them both. Then several more of them smashed into the clamps and wires, popping them all off and freeing me. As I rolled off the table to duck behind it, planning to use it as a shield from the maelstrom, the source of it all crashed into the room and landed right in front of me.

It was…a robot from the Disney movie Atlantis: The Lost Empire. Well, not exactly. It stood at 9'2", at least twice my height, if not bigger. It was an aquamarine blue, just like the architecture in the movie. There were yellow angled swirly patterns on its hands and shoulders, the same patterns as the ones in the movie. The main difference was the brown bands around its hands and feet and the brown seal on its chest. To my surprise, it—I mean, he—talked! "Kid, I'm here to help! Hurry, grab on!"

I just sat there on the ground, staring up at him in shock. Maybe HE was the alien. Wait…but then that would mean the people—or maybe humanoid aliens—were the bad guys and this robot guy was the good guy. How did THAT work out?

"We don't have time! Come ON!" Without warning, he scooped me up and nearly flattened me against his chest. At the same time, he leapt up and flew out through the hole he made in the wall, forcing me to grab hold as best as I could. I couldn't help but let out a shout at all this, especially when the sudden rush of cool air streaked down my shoulders.

As he dragged me up into the night sky, I managed to sneak a quick look from where we emerged from. It turned out there was this giant facility place in the middle of a wooded area filled with evergreen pine trees as far as the eye could see, and as he flew higher, I saw that this whole scene was on the side of a mountain in the midst of a complex mountain range, covered by those green trees. The scenery shrunk rapidly as we flew higher into the sky like some sort of airplane, only without the seatbelts or the shielding from the wind, and I kept on shouting and shouting (I wouldn't say "screaming" since my voice wasn't THAT high-pitched). I was freaking out! How was I supposed to control myself when we were, like, a mile high in the air and if this guy momentarily lost his grip on me, I'd be dead meat?

I don't know how long I would've been like that if he didn't interrupt me by shouting, "Kid! Kid, I'm sorry! Look, I know it must be seriously freaky to be turning into a Jigglypuff, getting nearly skewered by those guys, AND end up being carried through the sky by some Golurk who until today you never knew actually existed. I know. I've been there before."

I paused in surprise. "Some what?"

"A Golurk. You don't know what a Golurk is?"

"N—no…Is that some kind of alien? I thought you were one of those robots from Atlantis."

He nearly laughed, and I held on even tighter and yelped, holding on for dear life. "Whoa, watch it! Don't pull my seal off, or else my internal energy's gonna explode all over you."

Terrified, I tried to hold on to the area around his neck…what little of it there was, anyway.

"I'm a kind of Pokémon. Don't you know what a Pokémon is?"

This time I gasped, "Whoa! So you're a NEW one? I thought there were only 251."

He nearly laughed again, but this time, recovered a lot faster. "Oh, I gotcha. You've only played up to the 2nd generation. Well, we're both known as Pokéumans."

I tested it out. "Pokéumans?" It was a little weird to pronounce. "So we're both half-human and half-Pokémon?" I couldn't see how he was half-human; he looked all-Pokémon to me.

"Not exactly. We're humans who've turned into Pokémon. You're turning into a Jigglypuff, aren't you? And those guys I helped you get away from—they're an evil organization called Pokéxtinction. It sounds like they're out to kill every one of us, I know, but the truth isn't much better. They're out to kidnap us all for...some sort of evil plan."

"Pokéxtinction…" That was a little easier to pronounce, but still weird.

"Kid, it's okay. You can cool it with those one-word responses." He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if this all seems like a shock. It was for me too. But don't worry. I'm a trained pro. In fact, when I get you to the base, it'll be Rescue Number 301 for me. I'll finally get to become an Honorary Elite." He looked off into the distance and sighed in awe.

I was beyond confused. "Wait, what? What base? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"There's a base where we take people like you. Don't worry. Normal people don't know it's there. You'll be okay." He looked back down to me. "Whoops! Forgot to introduce myself. My name's Darren."

"I'm Amy," I said.

"Huh…It's not often that little kids like you transform this early. How old ARE you, anyway?"

"Nine—oh wait, my 10th birthday was yesterday."

"Ten…Wow, I'm sorry, kid. Most people transform in their teens. Heck, it didn't happen to me until I was 17. Now I'm 23. Heh. I knew it was more than me working on too many robotics projects."

I shivered. The cold air and the moisture from the clouds we were flying through were starting to get to me.

"Oh wait, I forgot! Gimme a sec…"

The dull yellow line streaking across his stomach suddenly glowed brightly, and the surrounding air became much warmer, drying off the moisture around us. "Thanks…" I said. "How long will it take to get there?"

"I can get there a lot faster, but you'll have to hold on tight."

I nodded and did so. "All right, here we go!" said Darren.

He sped up so quickly that I could barely make out the clouds as they sped by. That is, for the fraction of the second that my eyes were open. The sudden rush of air stung my eyes, and I was instantly flattened against him as he rapidly increased his speed. The rest of the time I squeezed my eyes shut and held on for dear life. I know he was helping with those large hands of his, but I couldn't be too careful.

Finally, though, the ordeal was over, and the pressure that felt like it was about to crush my chest gratefully vanished. We descended from the clouds, and I finally opened my eyes. I looked down to see…the Statue of Liberty?

"What? We're in New York? Why…?" I was speechless. We were a LONG way from northern Virginia now. A long way from home. Of course, I still had no idea where that Pokéxtinction base that he rescued me from was compared to home.

"Yeah, forgot to tell you…my base is in Long Island," he muttered, almost sheepishly.

"Long Island, huh? My cousins are there. I wonder if we'll pass by their house…"

Of course, I had no idea if we ever did pass by their house or not. He landed in the middle of yet another forest far from the suburbs of civilization. For a big, Atlantis-like robot guy, I was surprised at how gently he put me down on the grou—

"Wait!" I shouted.

"What?"

"I only have my socks on! I can't get them dirty…" Well, the ground was muddy. What did you expect?

"Heh, that's okay. I can do this with one hand." To prove his point, he pushed a giant rock aside to reveal a huge hidden trapdoor of some sort. Then he knelt down and pressed a certain sequence of buttons on it, which lit up whenever he pressed one. Then the trapdoor opened, and he stepped in while still holding me.

"It looks like the floor's okay here…" I said. The floor was a smooth, clean, crystal-like surface, nothing like the mud-filled muck up above.

He put me down and closed the trapdoor that was now in the ceiling, making sure it was locked. Then he strode over to a console on the wall and typed in a few commands. Judging from what appeared on the monitor, it looked like the rock was moving back into place.

Finally, I could calm down my hammering heart and relax. "Now what?" I asked.

"I take all new Pokéumans to Headmistress Asula's office, where she will explain everything. Follow me."

We walked along the crystal-lined corridors that were almost like a maze, while being completely silent. Crystals, huh? I thought about how awesome it was that I just grew to like them from playing Pokémon Crystal. Finally, though, I remembered what I wanted to say. "…Darren?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for saving me back there. Honestly. The flying was scary, but at least I'm not going to get skewered now."

He smiled (okay, he didn't really have a mouth, but by the way his eyes lit up, I assumed he was). "Just doing my job, Amy. Just doing my job."

He opened a door at the end of the hallway and had one last thing for me to say. "Welcome to the world of the Pokéumans."

I looked out the door into an even brighter hallway and gasped when I saw what was through the clear glass in front of me. I ran up to the glass and pressed my hands on it in order to get a closer look. The hallway we were standing in circled around the room I looked down into, and through it, I could see a crowded lunchroom.

There were Pokémon of all shapes and sizes. Many of them were kinds I'd never seen before. I've heard of certain Pokémon like Kecleon and Azurill as part of the so-called "3rd generation", but what was before me represented at least 5, 6, maybe even 10 generations, for all I knew. It was sort of like the lunchroom at my elementary school, but much, much bigger and with many, many more lunch lines and options for food. And if what Darren said was true, all of the Pokémon here were once humans like me.

It looked like there was a whole world that I never knew that was lying underneath my nose the whole time. And very soon, I would join it as my most favorite Pokémon ever.

:bulletpink::bulletpink::bulletpink: To be continued… :bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletblue:
This is my spinoff story for #Pokeumans, featuring 10-year-old :bulletpink::bulletpink::bulletpink:Amy the Jigglypuff:bulletpink::bulletpink::bulletpink: as the main character, and 23-year-old :bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletblue:Darren the Golurk:bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletblue: as the primary side character! Not to be confused with the PMD-Explorers versions or any other versions of these characters.



Genres: Friendship/Drama
Total number of chapters: 12

Part 1 of 12.

NEXT CHAPTER>>>

:star: Summary::star: I discover that Pokemon are not only real...I'm turning into one! Luckily, a friendly Golurk busts me out of trouble and introduces me to a world I never knew was there the whole time...

:bulletpink: Opening Theme: Brigadoon--Marin and Melan [link]
:bulletpink: No ending theme...yet.

At first, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go ahead with a story like this at all, but soon it became pretty clear that after reading the original, my brain was literally demanding that I write it. So finally, I did...and it was quite addicting. The inspiration for this story came when I read Brandon the Lucario's original story, as well as a few other spinoffs, and began to wonder what it would be like if I became a Pokeuman too...except I also wanted to see what it was like if I was 10 years old at the time. Of course, now I brush all my hair, don't play outside or video games as much as I used to, etc. The Jigglypuff ears might remind some people of when Ichigo was turning into a cat in Tokyo Mew Mew. And to be specific, my real birthday is November 13.

I was originally going to have Darren be a Grovyle, but that seemed to conflict with Reggie the Grovyle, an existing PRT member, so I eventually tried writing about a Golurk, and found that it was a lot of fun. Pokemon are interesting like that; you never know how fascinating a certain species can be until you take a good, hard look at them. This was a short chapter, though. The others might be at least twice this long. Just so you know.

:bulletblack: Pokeumans was first invented by =pokemonmanic3595, otherwise known as Brandon the Lucario.
:bulletblack: Pokemon is owned by The Pokemon Company and Gamefreak.

This is also a crossover with ~IHMH1464's story, Diverging Paths, so that's why I'm in the Long Island base and not some other base I would've otherwise made up, such as the much closer Virginia Base.
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Flintpokemaster718 Featured By Owner May 26, 2016
i cant even see the word Jigglypuff any more without thinking of that monster trigglypuff i wish i never found out about her
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Runtoastrun Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2012
THIS IS DA CUTEST THING EVER
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dfhsuaifjn Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2012
You know, the whole day I couldn't stop thinking of Golett and Golurk and now I read that story. I find that very funny.
That's the second Pokéuman story that I've read and I don't know why but they make me laugh very hard. They give me a feeling mixed between an urgent need, depression and satisfaction.
Thank you for that awesome story!
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow...

Well, I'm glad you liked it anyway! Did you just read this chapter, or did you manage to get to the end?
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dfhsuaifjn Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2012
Oh, by now I have only read this chapter but since I REALLY like these stories I guess I'll read more of it. It is just that I always love the beginnings of that kind of stories. I'm still not sure which Pokémon to take for my own story. I'm thinking of Sigilyph. But that's only one thought. ?_?
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Haha, for my story though, the beginning is just that: the beginning. Unlike a lot of other Pokeumans stories, I think you'll find that it only gets more and more dramatic from here!
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dfhsuaifjn Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2012
You are making me even more curious. :)
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llirbwerdnadivad Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2012
:eager:
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I wasn't really fond of the fact that you suggested that I do Amy Vee Purima when everyone else was doing themselves, so yeah. I changed it to myself.
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MegaLCRO Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
All right, then. But I still need to know whether I should edit my story.

Of course, I could remove the "It happened in..." part entirely, but it wouldn't feel right.
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Go ahead and edit it.
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MegaLCRO Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aye. Ohh...
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MikaMM-155 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2012   General Artist
This is awesome.
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theMysteryGamer Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2012  Student Digital Artist
this is amazing I love this story that you made :D :iconthumbsupplz: great job :aww:
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Coffiwi Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awesome! This gives me some ideas for my first chapter
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Excellent! I really wanted to go for something original and sci-fi inspired. :)
Be sure to read the rest of the chapters so you can get more ideas for the rest of your story!
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Coffiwi Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I will =) I've already got an idea for how she'll be rescued :3
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AssassinX-and-BH Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2011
Man I just love how Golurks can fly.
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I know, it's awesome. :)
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Good thing you are. That means you'll notice when I go back and change a few little things to support the new plot developments I decided to introduce in the last few chapters!
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Man-in-crowd-4 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2011
This is a really good chapter! Welcome to Long Island.
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very, very important, indeed.
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MegaLCRO Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Heh. I said 'randomly' twice.
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jd22292 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Artist
This is great!

Honestly, I couldn't have described that feeling any better myself.
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Galactic-Rainbow Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Which feeling? There's a lot of them...
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jd22292 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Artist
I mean, when you begin your transformation.
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MegaLCRO Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah! Great job, Amy! Awesome!
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