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“Spike, Iron Head!”
Standing in a forest is a young adult named Conan, currently shouting orders to his Garchomp which wastes no time to land a vicious blow against its opponent.
The pokémon on the steel move’s receiving end crashes right inside a tree, resulting in a big cloud of dust forming around the impact’s location. As the smoke cleared, an unconscious Cottonee became visible, knocked out cold by the super effective move. Upon noticing its victory, the Garchomp lets out a roar before turning around in order to face its trainer.
Conan was sporting a satisfied expression, soon followed by him giving a fist bump to Spike, who himself was in a cheerful mood after the won battle.
“Great work Spike! I knew we had this in the bag after it wore itself out with that Razor Leaf!”
“Gar!” Spike called out, visibly being proud of his performance.
After recalling Spike back into his pokéball, he looks towards the trainer he battled, who currently is holding her Cottonee in her arms.
Conan figures that the girl must be around 16 years old, she insisted on battling him when he met her during his way towards Laverre City. The teen lets out a relieved sigh as she sees that her pokémon didn’t suffer any serious injuries apart from a few small scratches.
“You thought well Lilly, now get some rest. Thank you for trying your best.”
The teen recalled her Cottonee inside its pokéball before looking up at Conan, who was looking at her with a raised brow.
“I told you before that you most likely will lose with that pokémon. It doesn’t need an expert to see that it hasn’t much experience in battles.”
“Well, I-“ the girl stuttered, taking a moment to collect herself. “I thought I had a chance, you know. Since I had a fairy-type and Garchomp is a dragon type. Thanks for the battle anyway, I should probably get going.”
And with that, Conan watches as the girl hastily puts the pokéball back in her back and continues her way with a quick pace.
‘Ugh, fairy types…’ Conan thinks to himself. ‘It’s going to need more than that to defeat Spike. Stupid pink pests.’
Conan never was very fond about those type of pokémon. Since he got his first pokémon as a little kid which was a Gible, he always had a strong dislike for the type. His first pokémon being a dragon type which in turn was weak against fairy-types surely influenced his dislike, but he always knew there was more to that than this singular reason. Most fairy-types were mischievous in nature, repeatedly being mentioned in old fairy-tales where they often cursed humans or their pokémon. Needless to say, despite him not being able to pinpoint the reasoning for his dislike, he still harbored a deep resentment towards the type.
Choosing not to strain his head with those thoughts any longer, he chooses to push them aside for now and instead shift his focus back on the path leading towards his next destination. He was very well aware that the arena he was about to face specializes in fairy-pokémon, but he quickly dismissed thinking about that thought aswell for his morale’s sake before continuing his way towards the next step of his journey.
‘It can’t be that much further, right?’
The path towards Laverre City eventually led up to Conan walking right into a lush green forest. It was a stunningly beautiful location, he admitted, and he would have just loved to be here if it weren’t for one thing in particular: an abundance of fairy-type pokémon.
It didn’t take long for the young adult to be harassed by a hungry Swirlix once he set a foot into the forest. Not able to grab Spike’s pokéball in time to repel the little pest, he judged his best course of action to run due to running short of supplies. Even though he managed to lose the obnoxious creature, his relief was short lived, as he promptly finds himself standing right in the middle of nowhere. The cherry on top being that he could encounter be the next pink pest waiting to ruin his day at any moment.
“Oh boy, it just keeps getting better and better.” said Conan in a sarcastic tone, to no one in particular.
Rummaging through his bag, he pulls out a pokéball, fixating it at the right side of his belt.
“Keep yourself ready, Spike. I might need you soon.”
Taking in his surroundings in an attempt to orientate himself, he notices a clearing barely being visible through the dense forest.
‘Finally, at least one good thing happening to me today. Maybe I can spot the path towards Laverre City from there?’
Slowly but steadily making his way towards the point of interest, Conan froze in place by the sight that greeted him. The open, yet small place was swarming with pokémon, although seemingly all of them being smaller ones. Fairy-pokémon to be exact.
‘You gotta be kidding me.’
The pokémon eyed Conan curiously, but just before they seem to start acting upon their discovery, they quickly scattered into the different direction. Conan could recognize one of the pokémon running away as the Swirlix which pestered him for food earlier. The relief didn’t last long as Conan interpreted what such a behavior usually meant. They got scared. Scared by something else.
As fight or flight kicked in, Conan immediately turned on the spot about to put the adrenaline building up inside his body to good use as he prepared to run off in the opposite direction.
He didn’t run very far though, as his sprint abruptly stopped after a few meters due to an odd-looking pokémon standing a good distance in front of him, as if purposely cutting of his escape. The young man watches bewildered, as he has never seen such a pokémon before.
It was looking at him sharply, seemingly judging him. Eyeing the pokémon before him, Conan managed to take a closer look at its appearance. The pokémon faintly resembles an oversized Sawsbuck, although instead of one pair of antlers, it had four of them, each adorned with what appears to be colored crystals protruding out of them. Its body was black, while its back was blue colored.
Realization soon crept itself into Conan’s mind. This pokémon had this thing about it, something he knew too well. It was a fairy type. Fueled by his frustration due to the series of unfortunate events he was forced through today, he felt a rage building up inside of him.
“You…” His eyes narrow. “You are the leader of these pests, aren’t you!”
The pokémon simply kept looking at Conan, clearly being unimpressed by the young man’s rage-induced outburst.
“Stupid fairy-types, always pestering people! Spike, come out!”
Grabbing the pokéball holstered on his belt, he throws it in the air. Shortly after, a red beam of energy flew out of the device, manifesting into a Garchomp which roared in anticipation to the ensuing battle.
Just like before, the pokémon chooses to simply keep staring at Conan despite now being faced with a Garchomp awaiting its trainer’s orders.
“Still acting smug? Spike, Iron Head!”
Hearing the command, Spike rushed over, his head coated in metal as he performed the steel move. Just as the move is about to connect, Spike seemingly stops mid-air merely inches away from the pokémon.
Mouth wide open, Conan watched in disbelief how Spike was struggling while levitating above the ground, seemingly being as surprised as his trainer. A few moments later, Spike abruptly slams right into a nearby rock, shattering it in the process.
“Spike!”
Noticing his partner’s shallow breaths, Conan quickly darted to help him, only to find himself being lifted up from the ground halfway. It was in this moment that he realized that the pokémon apparently knows how to use Psychic. And it was strong.
‘Dear Arceus, I’m done for.’
Floating above the ground, Conan grows increasingly more panicked as the pokémon approached him, desperately struggling against the move keeping him in place.
It was now standing directly in front of his face, its eyes seemingly piercing his soul.
Hanging his head, Conan braced himself for the worst. ‘I’m sorry Spike, we should just have made a run for it.’
Every second feels like hours as he waited for something to happen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he slowly opens his eyes which immediately started to fully open as he watches the pokémon charging up an attack. As if having waited for Conan to look, the pokémon launched its move, hitting the young adult right in the chest, causing him to gasp for air.
The last thing he witnessed was being thrown right into his unconscious Garchomp. All he could manage to do was holding onto his consciousness for a brief moment before everything went black.
Slowly coming back to his senses, Conan wakes up to being gently nudged from his side.
“Ugh, what the…”
Jolting up from the ground, he was met with Spike looking at him with a concerned expression.
“Spike? You are alright!”
He hugged the head of his Garchomp tightly, before releasing his grip to take a look at himself.
“I- I am alright!”
Glancing over his chest a few more times to be sure, he sees that it didn’t bear any injuries.
“B-but that thing hit my right into the chest! How is this possible?”
“Gar?”
Spike looks at Conan, tilting his head at his trainer’s confusing behavior.
“Oh, don’t worry Spike. That thing hit me right in the chest with this brutal-looking move after it knocked you out. But somehow, I seem to be… fine? Huh. Guess that panic may have made me see things.”
Slowly standing up, Conan perceives a strange sensation in his chest, but he chooses to pay it no mind for now, figuring it must be the adrenaline still lingering in his body.
“I’m glad nothing happened to you, buddy. You should get some rest for now, there’s also a pokémon center in Laverre City, we should rest there today.”
Retrieving Spike, Conan quickly put the pokéball bag into his bag before looking around him.
‘Am I… somewhere else?’
Although he apparently still was in the same forest, the clearing he passed out next to was nowhere to be seen. After looking at his surroundings, he notices a pathway making its way through the forest, his eyes shining brightly as he spots it.
“The path! Thank Arceus! I should hurry, don’t want to run into anything else.”
Shortly after, Conan walked towards the path and soon after following along it, he makes out a few houses through the dense forest.
The young adult leaves out a loud sigh of relief as he realized that he arrived at Laverre City at last, fastening his pace as he made his way towards the city.
Conan was in a somewhat cheerful mood as he walks the streets of Laverre City, heading for the pokémon center nearby. The city had a natural touch to it, nature seemingly merging with human architecture, yet there was a certain aspect of the city that bothered him.
That being the fact that – once again – he finds himself surrounded by the presence of fairy-pokémon. They were practically all over the city. Many of them walked besides their trainers, although wild ones also seem to have made the city their home.
As Conan tried his best to keep a safe distance from any fairy-types that would venture too close for comfort, he eventually arrives at the pokémon center. After he steps through the door, he finds that the room – much to his relief – was void of any pokémon which might belong to the type otherwise omnipresent in the city. Taking Spike’s pokéball out of his bag, he heads towards the room’s counter.
Conan was greeted by a woman giving him a friendly smile. “Welcome to the pokémon center, how can I help you today?”
“I wanted to get my pokémon checked up, and also get a room to stay in for one night if possible. I got into a fight with some strong pokémon out there, and unfortunately it knocked both of us out cold. Didn’t expect it to be this powerful, I’m sure it was a fairy-type.”
“Ah yes, most trainers underestimate fairy-pokémon.” The woman lets out a small chuckle. “Most of them have no qualms about proving that there is more to them than looking adorable. Don’t worry, we will get your pokémon checked up in no time. Regarding the room, we actually have one available. I still need some credentials from you before I give you the keys, but for now you can take a seat until we finished healing your pokémon.”
“Thank you.”
Conan lets out an awkward chuckle before heading towards the waiting area. After getting some information about the arena he plans on taking on tomorrow, his thoughts drift back to the woman’s words.
‘Yeah, there is indeed more to them than looking adorable. They are also full of shit.’
The young adult’s thoughts get interrupted by an itching sensation inside his chest, which vanishes as quickly as it appeared.
‘Ugh, it seems that thing’s attack took a bite out of me after all. Best I can do is heading straight to bed after getting Spike back.’
Seeing that Spike’s checkup must still take some time, Conan decides to keep himself busy by going over his strategy for the upcoming arena.
‘This is probably the last arena I can take on without catching another pokémon. Sure, Spike is strong, but considering the type-disadvantage it will be quite a bit harder, since dragon-type moves become completely useless against fairy-types. If only I didn’t let that Magnemite I tried to catch a few days ago get away…’
Thinking back at the encounter, he lets out a tired sigh.
‘Well, I guess I there is no use in pondering about what can’t be changed now. At least Spike knows Iron-Head, so I will have a super-effective move available against most of the arena’s pokémon.’
Conan recites his Garchomp’s move pool in his head: Dig, Iron-Head, Dragon Claw and Crunch. Deeming the move pool satisfactory, he notices the woman at the counter waving at him, signaling that Spike’s checkup has finished.
“Your Garchomp luckily only suffered minor bruises which we managed to treat. Otherwise, it seems to be in perfect condition. It should have no problems taking on another fight tomorrow.”
The woman hands over Spike’s pokéball to Conan, who presses the front button to release the Garchomp.
“Chomp!” Spike call out, assuring his trainer that he feels better.
Seeing that his partner has recovered well, he recalls Spike back into the pokéball, turning to face the woman at the counter.
“Thank you for checking on him. He seems to be in top shape again.”
“I’m glad I could help, it’s my job after all. Considering your room, I only need your trainer ID and you’re all set.”
“Oh, of course.” Conan rummages trough his back, before pulling out his trainer ID card, handing it over to the woman.
“Alright, that’s it. Here’s your key and your card back. You will get to your room using the door to your right, I wish you best of luck for the rest of your journey. Oh, I almost forgot! I have to mention that pokémon are allowed to be released inside the room, but you are responsible for any damage they might cause. That would be all.”
Thanking the woman after picking up his ID-card alongside the room’s keys, he goes through the right door leading to a small hallway. Looking at the numbers depicted on the hallway’s doors, he stops right before the one with a big 4 drawn onto it. Using the key to open it, he steps inside, closing the door behind him. The young adult lets out a relieved sigh.
“Thank Arceus this day is finally over.”
Looking at his room, he couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary. There was a bed, a desk with a chair and a small closet for temporarily storing various items if one should wish to stay for multiple days. At the left side of the room next to a large mirror was a door, which Conan opens to find out that it leads towards a small bathroom containing a small shower, alongside a toilet and a sink.
‘I should head straight to bed after getting a shower, this day’s been really exhausting.’
Remembering the woman’s words about releasing pokémon inside the rooms, he released Spike from his pokéball. The room was not too big, but Conan figured that Spike doesn’t seem to mind.
“Alright buddy, I will get a shower and then get straight to bed. You need to be careful not to break anything, alright? You should also try to get some rest, we have a big day ahead of us.”
“Gar!” Spike calls out, followed by him curling up on the carpet in front of the bed.
Conan goes onside the small bathroom to take a cold shower, during which the strange feeling in his chest returned, although this time lingering for a bit longer before vanishing again. After drying himself off and putting on a fresh set of clothes, he leaves the bathroom to find Spike already fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Conan rolls his eyes at the sight, carefully stepping over the sleeping dragon to climb into his bed. Unable to stop himself from thinking about the strange pokémon back in the forest, he swiftly dismisses the thought shortly after. Having already gotten used to Spike’s loud snoring a long time ago, Conan quickly doses of, too tired to notice the tickling sensation inside his chest increasing in intensity before he drifts into a deep slumber.
Conan find himself standing in a lush field, bewildered by his surroundings.
‘Wait, how did I get here? Didn’t I fall asleep at the room in the pokémon center?’
Taking in the scenery, it all has a surreal feeling to it, causing him to figure he must be in some strange lucid dream. Turning around to see more of the scenery, he froze in shock.
Standing before him was the strange fairy-pokémon he encountered in the forest. Despite having discerned the situation as a dream, fight or flight got the better of him as he immediately prepared to dart away as fast as possible. After realizing he isn’t able to move, he notices something strange happening.
He starts to… shrink?
He wants to scream out on terror, but he wasn’t able to make any sound. As he kept getting smaller and smaller, everything went black.
Eyes still closed, Conan slowly comes to his senses. Feeling the sun shining onto his skin through the window, he takes is a deep breath.
‘What a strange dream.’ The young man thought to himself. ‘Guess getting a good sleep just wasn’t in for me.’
As his eyes slowly open, he stretches his body which felt somewhat strange. But even stranger than the odd feeling in his limbs was the fact that everything somehow seems bigger, the blanket who was covering him apparently having doubled in size since he went to sleep.
Trying to get up from his bed, his efforts were haltered by his clothes which were now too big for him for some reason.
“What the… What is this!?“
His unease which was slowly growing inside of him was further amplified by the odd sensation of his now oversized clothes brushing against his body as he unwraps himself from them.
After freeing one of his arms from the pile of fabric, his eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as it enteres his field of view. Lying in front of him wasn’t a human hand, but instead something else. Looking at his appendage, he sees a slim leg covered in pale cream-colored fur, save for the paw at the end of it which’s fur was colored pink.
Startled by the sight in front of him, he lets out a yelp, which reveals to him that his voice kind of sounds… off, yet he can’t directly tell what it is.
Trying to move his arm, he watches in amazement how the paw in front of him perfectly mirrored the movement.
“W-what is this!? Why do I have-“
His words abruptly came to a halt as he noticed something move in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he spots a ribbon who was moving idly. Pushing himself out of the rest of the clothing wrapped around him, Conan’s growing panic reached a new height as he looks down at himself. He lets out another, slightly louder yelp as he sees that his hands have indeed turned into paws.
“T-this has to be some kind of prank, r-right? W-why am I so small, anyway!?”
Shakenly getting up, he finds himself standing on four legs instead of two. Hearing a familiar sound, he looks down to his right to see Spike still sleeping soundly in front of his bed, now being even larger compared to him.
His eyes eventually find themselves looking at the room’s big mirror on the wall, his mouth falling open at the sight of his reflection.
Looking back at him with the same shocked expression, he saw not a human, but instead a pokémon staring back at him.
Standing atop the bed on all fours, it was completely covered in pale cream-colored fur with pink feet, ears and tail. Two long ears were situated on the top of its head, also completely covered in pink for save for their interiors which were colored blue. Its face sported two big, blue eyes alongside two sharp canines visible inside of its mouth. There were two bows at the base of its left ear alongside one at its neck. Spouting from them, a total of four ribbon-like appendages floated idly in the air, hinting at the creature’s panic as they swayed in the air uncalmly.
Conan can’t quite believe what he is seeing. Carefully lifting his front leg, the reflection mirrors the movement perfectly. He turns his head and the reflection does the same. He opens and closes his mouth and once again, the movement was mirrored perfectly.
It was at this moment that Conan was finally convinced that he was indeed looking at his reflection.
Somehow, he turned into a pokémon.
A pokémon which he recognized.
A Sylveon.
As if to add insult to injury, not only did he turn into a pokémon, but on top of that he also turned into a fairy-type. Unmoving, he simply kept staring at his reflection until eventually he couldn’t contain the whirlwind of emotions building inside of him anymore.
What followed was probably the loudest scream ever heard from a Sylveon, fueled by the sheer amount of panic that was building up until this moment. He drops back down onto the bed, his strength having left his legs.
To say Conan was overwhelmed by the situation would be an understatement. Slowly managing to somewhat calm himself down to a level where he would have been able to think about how on earth something like this is even possible, he fails to recognize that a certain Garchomp woke up and is now looking at the Sylveon currently resting on the bed where its trainer should have been instead.
Turning his head towards the dragon type, Conan – for lack of a better idea – simply kept staring at Spike, until the silence eventually was broken as the Garchomp in front of him began to speak.
“Uhm… hello? Who are you?”
Conan’s efforts to form a response were further halted by the sheer absurdity of being able to hear a Garchomp speak in a language perfectly understandable to him.
Not being able to do anything besides looking at Spike dumbfounded save for uttering some incoherent noises, he notices the Garchomp’s eyes starting to narrow as the dragon realizes that its trainer was nowhere to be seen.
“I don’t know who you are, but you better tell me what you did to my trainer.” The Garchomp’s expression started to show what appears to be slight disgust, reminding Conan of the face someone makes after smelling something unpleasant. “Yuck, you reek of fairy. Anyway, I advise you to quit whatever act you’re on right now and tell me where Conan is!”
Figuring he would very soon be on the receiving end of a rage-fueled Iron Head move, Conan somehow managed to – although audibly terrified – form a response in order to prevent the impending attack.
“S-S-Spike, p-please calm d-d-down, it’s m-me, Conan!”
Closing his eyes while bracing himself for the surely incoming attack, he looks back at his pokémon in front of him as he hears a booming laugh filling the room.
Holding his stomach, Spike finally manages to calm down enough to be able to speak again. “Oh man, you’re funny! I admit, it caught me off guard, however…” Conan lets out a startled yelp as a claw comes to a stop mere inches away from his face, the Garchomp’s expression having once again switched to a serious one. “If my memory serves me right, Conan is a human and not some pokémon. You ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed of you come up with such a ridiculous lie. Now, where is Conan? And how do you know my name?”
The former human’s thoughts frantically start to figure out what to say next as Conan grows increasingly more panicked.
‘How am I going to explain something like this?’
“B-Because I am Conan! How e-else would I k-know your name?”
“Could have overheard it while following us from this Arceus-forsaken forest.”
Spike’s eyes manage to narrow even more as his gaze remains fixed on the Sylveon in front of him.
“Assuming that you are telling the truth, you sure wouldn’t object to answering some questions, right?”
Gulping down in fear, Conan chose to simply give a form nod instead of stuttering another sentence.
“Alright, if you are really Conan, what were we planning on doing today?”
“C-challenge the gym!”
“What moves do I know?”
“Earthquake, Iron Head, Dragon Claw and Crunch.”
“Where did we first met?”
“I got you as my first pokémon before starting my journey.”
“Hmh…”
Being relieved that the Garchomp’s claw gradually lowers itself away from his face, Conan can’t stop himself from feeling slightly offended that his pokémon still wouldn’t believe him that he indeed is who he claims to be, even after correctly answering all of the questions.
“You answered correctly, but how can I be sure you didn’t just peer into Conan’s mind beforehand with your… you know, fairy stuff? I still don’t quite believe you.”
Conan’s panic quickly makes room as he starts to slowly become increasingly annoyed by the Garchomp’s stubbornness. At once feeling confident enough to voice his frustration, Spike takes a step back as Conan looks at the dragon-type with most likely the angriest face a Sylveon is capable of.
“Are you kidding me?! I already knew you were stubborn, but this takes the cake! It even beats that time you refused to use anything other than Dragon Claw while we were battling this other guy’s Lairon, all because you got hit by its Taunt.”
His anger decreasing after voicing his frustration, Conan only now realizes that he openly yelled at an already hostile Garchomp. Fully expecting to receive a panful attack move in return, he finds that – much to his surprise – Spike simply stares at him with wide eyes.
“Oh shit, i-it’s really you. But… how?”
Letting out a sigh of relief at successfully proving his identity, he simply looks don with a defeated expression.
“I don’t know. I went to sleep the night before and after waking up I looked like… like this.” He looks down at himself, not noticing his new ribbon-like appendages moving to emphasize the expression.
“There’s gotta be a reason for that. Humans don’t just randomly turn into pokémon over night! You sure don’t have any idea what could be the reason for it?”
Conan starts to think about a possible reason for his sudden transformation. Not long after, he remembers the dream he had the night before. It was a pretty vivid one at that, the most memorable detail being that strange pokémon he encountered back in the forest. But why-
He gasps as realization struck him.
‘That piece of shit! It hit me with that strange attack, and then appeared in my dream the night after, why didn’t I notice that earlier?’
“Conan?”
The now Sylveon’s thoughts got interrupted as he notices Spike looking at him worryingly. Having come up with a plan of action, Conan’s eyes narrow.
“I’m gonna kill it. Get up, we are leaving.”
Himself being surprised by how adept he is in moving his new body, Conan jumps off the bed, heading towards the room’s door. Just as he was about to figure out a way to reach the handle, he was stopped by Spike who pulls him back from the door with his arm’s single claw.
“Con, what has gotten into you? Do you think you can just walk right by the reception carrying your stuff while looking like this? And why on earth are you planning to kill someone? Who are you even talking about?”
“This oversized Sawsbuck of course! It hit me with that weird attack, then I saw it in this strange nightmare I had, and the next thing I know is that I turned into a bloody Sylveon! I will find this thing and make it change me back, so will you help me or not?!”
“Now that you mention it, it kinda makes sense. But my point still stands. Frankly, that thing kicked our asses yesterday and I don’t think the outcome will be different if we just try again today. Besides, I have a feeling that it might not be just an ordinary pokémon after all.”
“What are you getting at?”
“It might have been a legendary. A legendary that cursed you.”
“Conan’s eyes widen as he heard the Garchomp’s words.
‘Thinking about it, it all adds up. Legendary pokémon are known to be immensely powerful which would explain why it could beat us so easily. There was also the fact that many possess strange abilities like…’
Realization struck Conan.
‘… like cursing humans. Oh shit. I insulted a legendary and now it cursed me. This- this can’t be happening.’
Letting out a defeated sigh, the former human walks in front of the room’s mirror to take another look at himself. Almost hoping to see something different, staring back at him was a Sylveon showing a sad expression. It sports almost all things Conan despises about fairy types: Overly adorable to the point where he feels the urge to vomit, alongside the abundance of pink. Oh, how much he hates that color.
“I look ridiculous.”
“Well, can’t argue against that.”
Conan shoots an angry glare towards Spike who fails to hold back a chuckle.
“I’m glad you find this amusing. What am I even going to do now? I’m sure no one will recognize me looking like this, or even understand me now. What am I even saying to my family? ‘Oh, hello mom and dad! Don’t mind my new look, I just happened to piss off a legendary pokémon which caused it to turn me into a Sylveon. Nice weather, isn’t it?”
Conan groans, the situation starting to exhaust him mentally.
“Do you have any other ideas? I doubt the gym will accept a Sylveon challenging them. How do we even get out of here without someone stopping us? I think the people won’t be very thrilled about a Garchomp and a Sylveon walking around town without a trainer. Besides, I can’t carry my bag with all of my stuff being this small.”
“Leave that to me, I carry you bag for you. Considering our way out here, we will have to use the element of surprise.”
Conan raised a nonexistent eyebrow as he looks at Spike who is now sporting a grin he knows too well.
“The element of surprise? You can’t be seriously suggesting that we just-“
“All you have to do is to get on my back and hold on tight. Once we are out of the pokémon-center, I take off as fast as I can.”
Being interrupted, the now Sylveon simply stares back at Spike in disbelief, despite already having expected such a plan from his pokémon. Conan considers protesting, yet ultimately decides not to due to the lack of a better idea.
“There’s no way that this can end well, but fine. Not like I have any other options.”
Securing his trainer’s bag with one of his arms, Spike motioned Conan to get on his back. After reluctantly climbing on top of the Garchomp’s back, the human turned Sylveon holds on tight to the dragon’s backfin. being slightly startled by his ribbons moving on their own accord to reinforce his grip.
“Ready?” Spike looks at Conan who was currently holding onto him as of his life depends on it.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be, to be honest.”
“Glad to hear, let’s go.”
Spike slowly pushes down the handle of the door, slowly opening it to take a look inside the small hallway on the other side. Noting that the door leading to the pokémon-center’s main room is open, the Garchomp wastes no time in making a b-line towards the building’s main entrance.
“Alright buddy, hold on.”
Startles by the sudden acceleration, Conan only managed to get a brief glimpse of the woman at the counter who was visibly shocked by the scene presenting itself to her. After making it onto the street outside, Spike and Conan promptly find themselves being the center of attention, as the humans and pokémon currently present were all stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of the two pokémon.
Bracing himself for what comes next, Conan feels his stomach twist as Spike hurls the two of them into the sky.
A few moments of tension-filled silence passed, with Conan keeping his eyes closed for the entire time since the takeoff.
“Everything alright?”
Hearing his pokémon’s words, Conan slowly opens his eyes, realizing that they were now in fact flying above the clouds, his panic quickly subsiding at the stunning view.
“I can’t believe that this worked.”
“Spike lets out a hearty chuckle. “Yeah, me neither.”
“You know where to go from here, right? The way home?”
“Probably, yeah.”
Suppressing the urge to question the Garchomp’s statement, Conan – once again coming to the realization that he indeed turned into a Sylveon – thinks about what’s to come next, especially about the impending visit.
‘How on earth am I going to explain this to my parents?’
Xerneas was very pleased with how everything turned out. Admittedly, she originally acted out of pride from the human’s disrespectful demeanor which was something she tries to avoid. Yet, now she sees the potential of the current situation.
She decides that she could let the human remain in this form a little longer, at least until he learned his lesson. Surely, watching over the human’s redemption is bound to be quite entertaining.