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Old March 7th, 2017 (3:47 PM). Edited March 19th, 2017 by Rick Gastly.
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    A fanfiction i've created, inspired by a dream i've had. All the characters are based on people in my life, but the names are changed. For example, the main protagonist is based on me.

    In a town known as Eastridge, things are humble and quiet. However, a virus has arisen that threatens to change the balance of the whole community, and possibly the whole world. And three brothers in a rock band are among the victims. Work in progress, currently up to Chapter 5. They are already on and I will repost them here, Chapter 6 on will be posted here and Fanfiction together.

    Here's the first chapter:

    Chapter One: Living In The Limelight

    The lights went dark inside the Eastridge Theater, and all was silent, Then, a quiet synth drone began to fill the theater, growing in volume as smoke covered the stage. A sillouette of a man started playing a slow, atmospheric synth melody, with chimes and atmospheric guitar joining in as the intensity began to build and build. Snatches of melody started coming through, such as the familiar synth opening to "Shine on You Crazy Diamond". Then, finally, a guitar started playing an epic, slow riff, before the drums and wooshing synths kicked in, and the stage lights went on, revealing 4 teenagers on their instruments, as they launched into a blistering version of Rush's "Xanadu".

    And one of those four teenagers, the lead vocalist and keyboardist, is me: Tom Franks. I'm 15 years old, and me and my two brothers, Scott, my older brother, and Matt, my younger brother, are in a band entitled Cygnus X-2. As you can guess by the name, we're a Rush cover band predominantly, but we play other music too, such as Queensryche. We play a rotating setlist, never the same on every night. Scott plays guitar, Matt plays drums, and a friend named Dan Allan plays bass. We have recieved local popularity due to my strong voice and our instrumental skills, and after winning a High School talent contest we started getting concerts in small clubs and theaters. We live in the town of Eastridge in New York, 'MURICA!

    After "Xanadu" finished I gave my customary opening speech. "HOW YA DOING TONIGHT, EASTRIDGE?" I screamed out, an army of cheers in response. "We have a lot of great stuff for you to do tonight, and we'd like to keep things up with a song about the current state of politics." Laughter in response. "This is The Big Money".

    That night, "Xanadu" and "The Big Money" would be the start of a ripping set of Rush classics and deep cuts. "Subdivisions", "Mystic Rhythms", "Something For Nothing", "Secret Touch", "Anthem", and "The Spirit of Radio" would play in the first set, as well as a couple of songs by another band, Queensryche, with "Revolution Calling" and "Operation: Mindcrime" getting play, as well as "Dazed and Confused" by Led Zeppelin, and we'd close out set 1 with a firey version of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath. The second set would open with "One Little Victory" before going through a softer set, consisting of Queensryche's "No Sanctuary", Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and Rush's "Resist". We'd close out the set with epic upon epic. "Natural Science", followed by "By-Tor And The Snow Dog", followed by "Cygnus X-1", followed by "Hemispheres" followed by "Working Man", with an encore of "2112" sending things off. My voice was in top form tonight, as I belted out all the notes with no trouble, except a few cracks. And many songs had their own unique twist. At the end of the "Big Money" we'd interpolate a bit of The Who's "I Can't Explain", for example, and most of the instrumental jams would be significantly extended, some adding up to 10 minutes extra. Several songs would be played a half-step higher, since I feel it makes them sound better. Clips of Sonic The Hedgehog, Pokemon, and My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic (yep) would be synched up to the songs.

    After the explosive "2112" end, I yelled out "THANK YOU EVERYBODY, GOODNIGHT!" and the show came to a close.

    Backstage, we started chatting about how we did.

    "So, what do you think?" I said.

    "We were great tonight. However you cracked really bad on the ending note of "The Spirit of Radio". said Scott.

    "Oh yeah. Thanks, Obama!" I said in response.

    "Um, you know" Matt said, "Obama's not president anymore. Those jokes are kinda getting old".

    "He's still in my heart" I replied back.

    Our parents, Steve and Lindy, greeted us with hugs. "You were so good!" They said.

    "Thanks!" I replied back.

    The car home was mostly spent joking and bantering, as well as rocking out to music. We dropped Dan off at his house and went home. It was very late at night, 11:30, so we went to bed.

    However, little did we know that the next day an event would spark a cascade which would cause our lives to change forever...
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    Old March 7th, 2017 (4:13 PM). Edited March 19th, 2017 by Rick Gastly.
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      Chapter Two: Natural Science
      In a nearby science lab about 5 miles away, a group of scientists were slacking off, watching funny videos on the internet when they should've been looking for some asteroids in space. But One of them had an idea.

      "Hey, did you know I just found a way to bring Pokemon into the real world?" he said.

      "Are you serious? There's no way you can be". The other one said. "Must've put weed in your coffee again."

      "Nope, i'm serious! Using this machine called the Fantasy Realizer Device, I can bring Pokemon into the real world!" he said with a smile.

      "Allow me to demonstrate". He brought out what looked like a tablet, even including the famous Apple startup sound, except instead of apps there was a screen saying "WHICH POKEMON WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRANSPORT INTO THE REAL WORLD?". The man flashed a wicked grin and went to the option that said "all". However, as he was about to click it, the other scientist accidentally spilled his coffee on the machine, and it started to spark.

      "Uh-oh" said the first scientist.

      Then an explosion went off, knocking them about 10 feet back and crushing a table behind them, sending beakers flying. It didn't look like anything appeared out of the device, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

      However, they didn't know what horror they unleashed in the world.

      Instead of Pokemon, what came out was a microscopic virus, with DNA of every Pokemon in the virus. One microbe had the DNA of a Charizard, another had the DNA of a Azumarill, and different microbes of the virus were embedded with the DNA of each and every Pokemon. They dispersed out the window and into the crisp night air, with some making their way into the water supply.

      The town of Eastridge would never be the same again.
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      Old March 7th, 2017 (4:14 PM). Edited March 19th, 2017 by Rick Gastly.
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        Chapter 3: The Next Day
        Of course, I didn't know that at the time. Everything in life was still normal. And so, the next morning I woke up at 6:00, as per usual, to get ready for school.

        I did my regular morning routine. Brushing my teeth, showering, etc. And then, me, Scott, and Matt piled in to the car, with Scott driving, as we went off to our respective schools, Matt to the Eastridge Middle School and me and Scott off to high school. I went into the cafeteria and talked with my friends, Mark and Alex.

        "You did great at that concert last night!" Alex said with a smile.

        "Thanks!" I said. "We have another one tonight at a club downtown!"

        "I'm sure coming", Alex said.

        "Me too". Said Mark.

        Soon enough, the bell rang, and I went off to my first class, which was Chemistry. But first I went to the water fountain to get a drink of water.

        That turned out to be the biggest mistake I would make that day.

        The rest of the day progressed normally. I went through all my classes, Health, English, Gym, Orchestra, Music Theory, Italian, World History, and Algebra.

        However, throughout the day, I got the feeling that something wasn't right. I didn't feel sick or anything, I just felt... strange. It felt like something was going through my body, and it felt very tingly and weird. I also felt a weird pressure in my back area. However, I ignored those signs and carried on with my day. I did consider going to the nurse but just figured it was tiredness.

        The school day came to an end, and the feeling was still there, though it was lesser. My dad gave me a call that concerned me.

        "Hey dad" I said.

        "Hey Tom, how was your day?" he replied.

        "Good. I'm excited for the concert tonight!" I said back.

        "That's good! Anyway, I got a call from the school, they say a virus has been found in the school's water supply" Oh no! I drank the water from the fountain! I'm doomed. What's it gonna do to me? Will I live? Will I DIE? I was very concerned. "You didn't drink the water, did you?"

        "No" I lied. I didn't want to tell him about the weird feelings i've been having all day, I didn't want to have him be concerned.

        "That's good, then. They've checked our water supplies and they say they're clean, so that's good". He responded.

        "Okay, that's good to hear. Anyway, bye!" I said, trying to hide the fear.

        I hung up, and I my first thought was to panic, and that I was gonna die. However, the more rational side of me soon took control. I realized oh, this virus will probably do nothing, at MOST it will make me puke up a lot of food. So I relaxed.

        However, as per typical Scott was very concerned, as he thought the water contained deathly pathogens or something, I could faintly hear him muttering "I'm gonna die" over and over again. But he's always like that.

        Matt was nonchalant.

        I did my homework quickly, as I had to go to the club to perform the concert, which was an early one at 5:30. While I waited to get ready to go, I got out my 3DS and started playing Pokemon Sun.

        Even though I am 15, I love Pokemon. I got into it, like many people, via Pokemon GO, and now I play the games and have been watching the show. The gameplay might be simple, but it's fun, the show has good plots, humor, and action, and the Pokemon themselves are great! My favorite is Pikachu, because it's adorable! It checks off all the boxes for cute: rosy cheeks, chubby, yellow, big round eyes, an adorable smile... Anyway, sorry for the tangent.

        So I was playing the game, and got my team to the 5th Island Trial, however, then, the STRANGEST thing happened. Right before I was about to start the big Totem battle, my screen went black, and turned off. I was very frustrated, my progress made was lost! I screamed very loudly in frustration. But then, right as I was about to throw my 3DS, electricity came from my cheeks, and the game started again with no progress lost, and it was fully charged!

        "WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed. "HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?" I was very confused. How did I create electricity? I figured it was just a lucky accident. Maybe the 3DS just crashed? Yeah, that seems logical enough. So I continued on with my game.

        I made a decent amount of progress. Then I stopped, chatted online for a bit, then packed up all the nessecary equipment for the next concert, my keyboards, mics, amps, and all that. My brothers did the same. Then we piled into the van, and left, picking up Dan on the way. We arrived at the concert, with my parents meeting us there.

        "Good luck on the show!" said my mom.

        "Yep, I think we'll do great. But make sure you're not going to dance in front of us this time" I said with a chuckle, remembering a past incident where my mom started dancing and I lost balance and fell off stage, not my finest hour.

        "Have fun, make sure you don't crack" said my dad.

        And then we left for soundcheck. After 30 minutes, we began the show.

        This show would be a markedly different one, as part of our promise to give a different set every night. After the lights went down, instead of the "Xanadu" intro, a lone acoustic guitar theme played, leading into a thunderous version of Queensryche's "Neue Regel". I was in top form again, hitting the high E sustain effortlessly. Next up was a fast, flying version of Queen's "Let Me Entertain You". Other changes in the first set would be dropping "Revolution Calling" and "Operation: Mindcrime" in favor of two Rush deep cuts, "Need Some Love" and "Best I Can", as well as playing "Dreamline". All the other Rush songs in set 1 would still get play, as would "Dazed And Confused", but Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" would be replaced by "Electric Funeral", and set 1 would end with "Limelight". Set 2 would be much the same, except "Xanadu" would be played, in a medley with "By-Tor And The Snow Dog".

        The show was a hot one, I hit all the high notes and the band played with fire. All was well, that is, until the end of "Cygnus X-1". After the instrumental breakdown came the big finale, Part III. This would require me to push my voice to the limit, and I was ready.

        "SPINNING, WHIRLING, STILL DECENDING, LIKE A SPIRAL, SEA UNENDING!" I belted out with force, preparing for the final scream.

        And then, after four cycles of the main riff, I screamed out "SOUND AND FURY, DROWNS MY HEART, EVERY NERVE IS, TORN APAAAAAAAAAART!" Or at least, I THOUGHT I did.

        Instead, what came out was "PikaCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" I gasped. Why did that come out? It was almost like I couldn't control it, like it was from some other force. But there HAD to be a more logical explanation. I figured it just slipped out. Seems logical enough. The rest of the show went without incident.

        After the show ended, we talked about how we did, thankfully no-one brought up what I have dubbed "PikaGate".

        When we went home, since it was still only 7:30, I did some research online about the virus. It says nothing has been found about the virus's effects, but they don't believe it to be dangerous. That gave me a sigh of relief. Soon enough I went to bed.

        However, the strange tingling feeling was continuing, and the pressure in my back was getting really bad...
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          Chapter 4: Oracle: The Dream
          This chapter is very short, but it's cool, the transformation begins...

          That night, I had the WILDEST dream.

          I was standing on top of a large rock, with a reflecting pool nearby. Something felt... off. I felt smaller. I looked at my reflection in the water. But instead of seeing me, I saw a Pikachu! I gasped. Then I heard a voice behind me.

          "Embrace who you will become" it said. The voice was breathy and whispery. I jumped in surprise.

          "WHO ARE YOU?"

          It didn't respond. It continued.

          "Many changes lie ahead of you, your family, and your entire town. The world you know will crumble".

          "WHO ARE YOU?"

          "I am responsible for what's to come."

          "That doesn't answer me!"

          "It will be some time before you get answers, my friend. Farewell." And then the voice stopped.

          Later on, I woke up. "What a strange dream" I said. I got up and was ready to take a shower. While taking the shower I noticed the pressure in my back was getting worse. It felt like something was trying to make it's way out of my back. I turned off the water and doubled over in pain. After some time the pressure finally stopped. I was glad. However I felt something moving around behind me. I looked in the mirror... and screeched so loud someone in Russia probably fainted.

          My parents called up, they asked me how I was and I just had to say that I was "fine", but I was not really fine, and I just couldn't get into it because they would never understand. What was on my back was freakish, but unmistakable.

          I had a Pikachu tail.
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            Chapter Five: Tails From Topographic Oceans
            I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was unmistakable.

            A thunderbolt shaped tail, with yellow and brown fur, was sticking out of my back. I moved to the left, it moved with me. I moved to the right, it followed. I panicked.

            How is this remotely possible? I thought. I recalled the strange dream I had last night. Yeah, maybe it's still a dream! I'll wake up soon, I just know it. I tried to make myself wake up, but I was still in the bathroom, still staring hard at my tail. "WHY AREN'T I WAKING UP?" I screamed to no one in particular. Once again, my folks asked how I was, and I just had to say I was fine even though I was not really fine and couldn't get into it because they would never understand. I tugged on my tail, and it hurt. It wasn't a dream, this was really happening!

            Oh man, what's happening to me?

            I thought back to my dream last night, when the voice talked about the changes that lie ahead. Could it have predicted my future?

            I usually had a logical explaniation for anything, but I couldn't think of any. After all, it's not every day, or any day for that matter, you wake up with a Pikachu tail. I started thinking that maybe the virus had something to do with it, but I have no idea what virus would give you a Pikachu tail.

            Then I wondered: Is that all? Will I fully become a Pikachu? Or will I just have the tail. I was still confuddled how I got the tail. But I decided to just move on with my life. So I got dressed, making sure to hide the tail in my pants, and went downstairs. As I got ready I heard screaming from both Scott and Matt. I asked them how they were and they said "fine" but I knew they weren't fine and- you know what? That joke's getting old. I assumed that they had got the virus too, I had no clue what happened to them. When they went downstairs, they looked normal, so I assumed it was nothing.

            So we went to school, and it was a normal day, for the most part. I noticed a couple odd things throughout the day. First, many people seemed a bit more on-edge and nervous, like they were hiding something. When I went to the bathroom in the middle of the day, I heard someone sobbing in the stall next to me, who kept repeating "How is this happening? How is this possible?" But the weirdest thing happened at lunch. I was chatting with my friends, and Alex asked me how I was doing.

            I said "Good". I made sure not to mention the tail. "How are you?"

            "Pretty good, except I woke up this morning with a Glaceon tail, but other than that it was fine". Then he covered his mouth.

            "Umm, what did you just say?" I asked.

            "Oh, just nothing". He said. "So how about that Youtube drama?" He asked, and the conversation continued normally.

            After I went home, I was very confused. As if waking up to find you've sprouted a new appendage from a fictional animal isn't enough, I was beginning to grow suspicious that I was not the only one...
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            Old March 7th, 2017 (8:51 PM).
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              Please don't get intimidate by this lengthy comment (pun instinct, ignore and read on please)
              This isn't a huge list of errors, but my initial thoughts, ways to improve your writing (options more or less to bettering the style/presentation), and things I liked/enjoyed in your story.

              Now this fic is something I wasn't ready for, but not in a bad way.

              I like the idea of having you (As in your character in the story) undergo a transformation akin to shaggy dog. Since your chapters aren't too long and the entire thread in similarity, I'll go over each chapter individually and give some of my thoughts on each.

              Chapter 1:
              This was a very good introduction. I liked the first paragraph with your hooker, which then transitioned to you talking about yourself. This was well PLAYED by you. (stupid I know) But in all seriousness, there was a bit of "said" repetition, but not to the point of pure lunacy. A good way to drown this out is use different words or add some details/scene to the chat to help mellow the said.

              Rick Gastly:
              "Um, you know" Matt said, "Obama's not president anymore. Those jokes are kinda getting old".
              alternate ways to do this:
              "Um, you know Obama's not the president anymore. Those jokes are kinda getting old." Matt said, pointing out the correct fact.

              "Um, you know Obama's not the president anymore." Matt corrected, "Those jokes are kinda getting old."

              These aren't great examples, but adding some flow to the overall statement, or just substituting appropriate terms for "said" can go a long way.

              Chapter 2:
              I had more issue with this chapter. While I get the premise is the scientists, causing the spread, the structure and writing was a bit lacking.
              Not in sense of story, but more of past/present tense mess ups, and more importantly the fact he had the device, said he had an idea to do it, then said he was going to demonstrate the fantasy realizer device, that asks for "which Pokémon" immediately. There is need of additions in moving from one scene to another. One could ask, "Was the device made for Pokémon already, or did he set it up that way?"

              This isn't to bad per say, but remember the reader's sight in your story is how you describe it. Write in a way, you would as like describing a scene to a blind man, since I don't/can't see the scene play in your head or what your true terms were with it. Basically it's up to my interpretation, and it can be vastly different from yours.

              Now, I'm not insinuating tossing, Hell no I mean my first three chaps are meh. But don't let it bog you down and learn from it. Apply what there is flawed in the first to avoids in the future.
              Like I did, hopefully in my works. I hope.

              Chapter 3:
              Rick Gastly:
              "That's good! Anyway, I got a call from the school, they say a virus has been found in the school's water supply" Oh no! I drank the water from the fountain! I'm doomed. What's it gonna do to me? Will I live? Will I DIE? I was very concerned. "You didn't drink the water, did you?"
              This was scrunched together, making it hard to see when you narrate and when dialogue is done.
              Also I felt the first part of this chapter was rushed. You jumped from that morning, to the conversations with Alex and Mark, then went to get a drink, moved to the end of school and you father's call, then the concert and it's madness. What I'm getting at is that the issue isn't this chapter's length, but time progression. Some of this I could see in the last chapter to even the words out and make it less cluttered to avoid rushing the story.

              Chapter 4:
              The start was a bit sudden and a few weird sentence transitions. Other than that it was fine, but I would advice against unreal/in relatable dialogue/action. This is minor, but can bore a ready in sense of commonness. This isn't inherently bad, but try to add some details or descriptions to scenes and think about what you want them to say. Having different ways of describing the same thing can in a long work.

              Chapter 5:
              I liked this chapter. The internal panic your character had was nice, plus I do like the little italics you put to emphasize your inner thoughts. The dialogue was much better here, and you did well on how he thought about his future, and the subtle hints at others having it too. I agree that Alex needs to think before he speaks like you (little relax joke, DON'T JUDGE ME MORTAL!)

              This is good fic.
              It's got a smooth story with only minor problems with readability in some chapters.
              The grammar I don't pick on as much. Not all of us are perfect.
              While this isn't amazing (and it doesn't need to be at this stage), it was a nice read. It was a better start to some other stories I've seen, and it had a nice little impact on me.
              Now everyone has a unique style sense, and yours (from my perception) is more in the direct than foreshadow, explaining, or revisiting. It's a nice style in that you can make good interactions along with a nice story plot.
              My homework for you (to practice if you want), try writing out a simple sentence like this.

              I went to the store and bought a fish.

              And just think of ways to flesh it out or add to it that makes the image clearer. This has a huge amount of ways and creativity in it. I'm sure you'll find that little describer in you and don't fret. Hardly anyone gets it totally right at first and you shouldn't get upset if it isn't amazing.
              My personal time on this site started off really bad. I posted at thread that broke the rules and had to replace it with my current work. On top that, my views were small and I didn't get any comments (besides one that I needed though I felt bad after reading it).
              But, that's where you can
              1# Ask for advice
              there's no shame in it.
              2# Practice makes better
              not perfect, but can help you enhance as you keep on posting.
              3# Read other's styles
              It's not one size fits all of course, but reading other peoples works can help give a broader view on how to write something.
              4# Don't push yourself
              It takes time sometimes and don't feel like you have to rush. Quality over Quantity.
              5# Take breaks if need be
              If your having a tough time, it might mean you need to take a break. People are human and need to walk away now and then.

              To end this completely overwritten review, I would like to say the thing I liked the most about your story.
              That it is about, someone I can relate in life. In other words, that your writing what you like and this is your story about YOU! And that's the best story you can tell.
              (OMG I'M SO CHEESY)
              But aside I wish you luck in your future prospects and look forward to see your work in the future!
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              Old March 10th, 2017 (4:22 PM).
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                Thanks for the really long review!

                Just wanna give a context to the story: I've been reading like a ton of Pokemon transformation stories lately, I don't know why I mean they're kinda dumb, but I really like them, i've probably read hundreds, the one that inspired the concept the most was entitled "Wave: Endemic" it's really good. I came up with the idea because most of the stories i've read had the transformation happen all at once and there wasn't much that had it be gradual, which I find more interesting. There are some, such as "WerePokeism" (Another one heavily influential) Another story that was heavily influential was a surprisingly well written MLP:FIM Transformation story entitled Five Score, Divided By Four.

                Writing a story about ME was inspired by the fact that it's easier to do that, every detail in the story is about my life, okay, well I don't have a Rush/Queensryche cover band (I wish I did).

                About the lack of detail, maybe it is a bit lacking, but the problem with some i've read is too much detail, there's some "tf" stories i've read that are like 500,000 words long and most of that is incredibly descriptive prose. I figured it would be boring to talk about my entire day, I mean I surely wouldn't find just talking about a normal day in school very interesting.

                I will, though, take grammar and stuff into account.

                Chapter 6 is coming soon, but i'm having trouble thinking of a title (Every title so far is the name of a song by an artist I like, 3 Rush songs, 1 David Bowie song, and 1 Yes song)
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                Old March 19th, 2017 (3:23 PM).
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                  Here's a NEW chapter!
                  Chapter Six: Unseen And Unexplained
                  When I got home, I quickly got on the computer and did some research. I went to my local news website, and I found there was an article about the virus. I clicked it, and there was a video. I watched it. The finds were shocking.

                  It said:

                  "Local scientists in New York have analyzed a sample of the new virus found in the water of Eastridge. They have found startling finds. Let's take it down to our correspondent, Don Daniels, who has local scientist, Dr. James S. Tyler for an interview", the anchor said.

                  "So what did you find in the virus", Daniels asked.

                  "We have analysed the sample and found that there is non-human DNA in the viruses. But what is more startling is that the DNA seems not to come from any animal we are aware of, it seems to come from a new species." Tyler responded.

                  "That is very interesting information. Do you have anything to say about what you think the effects will be?" Daniels enquired.

                  "We don't know enough about what the effects of this virus will be. What we do know is that there could be some alterations to people's genetic code" Tyler stated. Well, i'd say waking up with a Pikachu tail is definitely alteration to genetic code, so i'll take his word for it.

                  "We will do more research and if we find anything we will let you know". Tyler continued.

                  "Thank you for your time". And then the video ended.

                  I wasn't sure what to think, I was stunned. How could DNA from a non-existent animal species make it's way into the water supply? What caused this? Could there be more effects or are the alterations slight (Well, as much as waking up with a new limb can be)? I sat in deep thought.

                  While I was thinking, my dog, Brie, came up to me and started sniffing my new appendage curiously. I quickly shooed her away.

                  The rest of the evening was pretty normal, as I had no concert that night. I spent most of that time browsing sites while listening to Rush concerts. Then, what happened yesterday happened again. My computer was very low on power, but then, when I was about to plug it in, a shock went through my hand, and it went back up to full battery. I was freaked out. Also, I noticed my brothers were nervous too. When I had a bit of a chat with Scott, I noticed his palms were sweaty, his knees weak, arms were heavy. I shrugged it off as him being tired.

                  Before I went to bed, I found a new update to the story. It claimed there was an apparent explosion in a lab nearby, but no other info was available. Coupling that with what had been happening with me and everyone else the last few days, I didn't quite know what was happening, but one thing was for sure.

                  It wasn't good.
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                    The next day, a Thursday, I woke up, and first thing I did was look at myself in the mirror to make sure nothing else changed.

                    Thankfully, nothing had, I thought.

                    However, on closer inspection, I noticed a couple small details. My arms were a bit thicker, and my fingers a bit stubbier. Neither by much, but just enough to notice. I hoped no one else would. I figured it was just me seeing things.

                    I did my regular morning routine, making sure to hide my tail, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, eating my typical breakfast of Cheerios, packing up, and then went off to school. I went to my friends at the table, and we chatted.

                    However, I noticed something weird.

                    Mark was wearing a hat. That doesn't sound weird on paper, but he never wore a hat. In fact, he hated hats. I distinctly remember him calling them "scum of the earth" which I felt was a bit harsh. I was getting really suspicious. I was really starting to think I was not the only one. Reinforced by the fact for a split second, his hat slipped a bit and I saw something blue... I forgot about that though as the bell rang and I went off to Chemistry class.

                    Most of the day was normal for me, however, as the day wore on I began to feel sick. I got a really bad headache, and my stomach hurt. I also felt a earache for some reason. I was concerned, and I was hoping this didn't mean something else would happen to me. I didn't want to go to the nurse, so I pressed on with my day. After ordinary Chemistry, Health, English, and Gym classes (Though there was a scary moment in gym where my tail slipped out for a brief second, fortunately no one noticed) I went to lunch and started talking with my friends. However, during a particularly heated discussion about politics, the earache started getting really bad. It felt like someone was pulling on my ears and stretching them out. My friends stopped talking and instead started to stare.

                    "What are you looking at?" I inquired.

                    "Dude, what's wrong with your ears?" Mark said.
                    "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I screamed. I was REALLY confused.

                    "Your ears, they're like, stretching!" Alex added.

                    I felt them, and sure enough, it felt like they were growing longer! I screamed incredibly loudly, than ran as fast as I can to the bathroom.

                    I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and I was horrified. My ears were growing longer and more pointed before my eyes! And not all, but they were moving up my head, up near the top. And then, to make matters worse yellow fur grew on them, with black fur on the tips. Finally the pain stopped, and I was left with two pointed, fuzzy, black-tipped ears. But my reaction didn't change. I recognized those kind of ears anywhere. Pikachu ears!

                    I let out yet another loud scream (It's a miracle I haven't lost my voice) as I stared at my reflection and tugged at my oversized ears. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" I screamed. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?" After a few minutes of standing shocked, I bent down on the floor and started to cry, burying my face in my hands. First the tail, now the ears. Is this all? Will there be more? Will I be forced to live the rest of my life as a fictional animal, poked and prodded at in labs? That last sentence made me cry even harder. I probably sat like that for the next 10 minutes or so.

                    But then, the more optimistic side of me took control. Maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe this will all end. And besides, even if I do become a Pikachu, I could still live my normal life. A pikachu singing Rush! How cool is that? Besides, I had a concert tonight, and I couldn't dwell on this. So I calmed down, got up, and decided to face the rest of the day.

                    I needed to hide my Pikachu ears, though. So I put on my jacket with a hoodie, and went into the hallway.

                    The rest of the school day went normally, going through all my classes. My brother said he couldn't drive me home. He didn't say why, I just figured he had a club or something. So I took the bus home.

                    Little did I know that a tremendous shock would await for me...
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                      Chapter Eight: I'm Not The Only One

                      When I went home, I saw Scott there. I found that odd, he said he was staying after school!

                      He was sitting on the couch, wearing his hoodie. He said "Hey, how's it going?"

                      I replied "It's going pretty good".

                      "Did anything unusual happen today?" Scott inquired.

                      "Nope, it was just a normal day". I responded.

                      "Are you sure?" he asked. "Did nothing bad happen with your ears?" He stated, pulling down his hoodie when he said "ears". When he did, I screamed!

                      On top of his head were a pair of brown colored rodent-like ears! I wondered what kind of animal had them and then I realized, it's not just from any animal, it's from a Raichu! It was happening to him too!

                      "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I screeched "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR EARS?"

                      "I DON'T KNOW!" He screamed in response. "IT JUST HAPPENED TODAY!"

                      "IT HAPPENED TO ME TOO!" I yelled back, pulling down my hoodie to reveal my pointy, black-tipped ears.

                      "WAAAAAAAA!" "THEY LOOK LIKE A PIKACHU'S EARS!" Scott yelped back.

                      He walked up to me and hugged me, buring his face in my chest.

                      "Whatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedo" he repeated, almost like a Satanic ritual chant.

                      I joined in, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

                      Soon, Scott lifted his head up, and said:

                      "What ARE we gonna do? We're freaks! We can't live like this!" he cried. "How am I supposed to get a scholarship or get a job?"

                      "How am I supposed to make music? Not only do I have Pikachu ears but I also have a Pikachu Tail!" I showed him the tail.

                      "EAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Scott screeched VERY loudly. "I HAVE A RAICHU TAIL!" He said, showing off his tail, which looked similar to mine but was thinner and differently colored.

                      "How is this HAPPENING?" "How is this happening to US?" I yelled. "Pokemon aren't even supposed to be real! And here we are, turning into them!".

                      "I know! This sounds like a dumb fanfiction premise, only real!" Scott responded.

                      "But that's not all i'm afraid of! What if we not only have these, but we soon become a full Pikachu and Raichu? We're gonna have to live the rest of our lives as lab animals, poked and prodded at for eternity!" I said, anxiety rising in my voice.

                      "You're right! Oh, this is horrible!" Scott replied sadly, his Raichu ears drooping, which made me chuckle a bit.

                      "I'm only fifteen! There's so many things I want to do in my life! Write songs, perform concerts, write reviews, i'll never get a driver's license! I'll never live on my own! I'll never have a life!" After saying that, my long ears drooped in sadness. Scott saw this and started laughing.

                      "What's so funny?" I inquired.

                      "Your ears! They're so floppy!" he responded between chuckles. I started laughing too, a combination of seeing Scott's drooping Raichu ears, the absurdity of this situation, and realizing just how funny we looked. At the same time, I was glad, thankful that even in times like this, where our lives were potentially falling apart before our eyes, we could share a good laugh together.

                      Our brief moment of mirth was interrupted when Matt walked in the door, a horrified expression on his face.

                      On the top of his head were two large, diamond-shaped ears, and on his back was a small black tail.

                      Just like on a Pichu.

                      Upon seeing our similar predicaments Matt let out an ungodly screech, and our brief happiness turned back to shock and sadness.
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                        Chapter Nine: The Show Must Go On
                        After probably like half an hour of mixed screaming, crying, and laughter from the ridiculousness of the situation, we decided to chat.

                        "So, now what?" Scott asked.

                        "I don't know what to do! This whole situation is just so... surreal! This shouldn't be happening! People don't just start turning into animals! People don't just start turning into fictional animals!" I replied, anxiety in my voice.

                        "Yeah, I know, but we have to live our lives! We can't just sit around moping. Who knows, maybe this won't be so bad!" Scott said with a surprising amount of optimism.

                        "You have a good point! We shouldn't let us slowly turning into cute fictional rodents put us down!" I responded, Matt agreed with me.

                        "So what do you think we should do?" Matt asked.

                        I jumped into action. "Well, first thing first, we have to hide this from our parents as long as possible. If they saw us turning into Pokemon they'd freak! They'd probably send us to a lab to be poked and prodded. And that would suck!" "We must conceal it, but without them getting too suspicious".

                        "Good plan! But how long can we conceal it? Soon enough we're going to be little more than electric mice!" Matt replied. "I hope we still keep our minds and voices!".

                        "Me too! Also, we have a concert TONIGHT! We have to make sure we don't slip up, and our cover isn't blown!" I responded.

                        "Okay! This sounds like a great plan!" Then I realized what time it was. It was 4:30! My parents would be home any minute! "Crap, mom and dad are coming home! Hurry!" We quickly changed into hoodies. They walked into the house, and we packed up the required equipment for the concert. Then we drove off to the Eastridge Downtown Nightclub, to perform.

                        We arrived, and as usual our parents wished us good luck, and we went onto the stage. While we were warming up, Dan, who took a separate car, walked up to us, he looked terrified.

                        "Guys... I have to show you something." he said in a fearful tone. I could tell what was coming.

                        He took off his hat, and pulled something out of his pants, and we all gasped in shock. Revealed was two circular, large ears and a thin black tail with a large blue ball at the end! More alarmingly, he smelled like a dust mop. It seemed like he was turning into a Marril!

                        "Well, at least we'll all end up cute." I said.

                        "What do you mean we'll ALL end up cute?" Dan inquired.

                        "We've been turning into Pokemon too!" We revealed our new appendages as well, and he gasped.

                        "How is this happening?" He cried out.

                        "Your guess is as good as mine. But right now, we have a concert to perform, and he can't let our audience go disappointed." I stated.

                        "You're right! Let's get on with it." And thus, we went on the stage, and the show began!

                        We began our show this time with a cover of Sanctuary's "Battle Angels" which allowed me to show off my deranged falsetto shrieks, and it's energetic power metal riffs allowed the show to go off to a ripping start. The show would have us play extra firey, obviously aware that we wouldn't be able to perform concerts as mouse Pokemon. The rest of the songs in the first set would be Rush's "Subdivisions", "Secret Touch", "The Big Money", "The Enemy Within", "Finding My Way", and "A Farewell to Kings", all performed close to the originals, though the first 4 were performed in higher keys due to the better sound. We were brimming with energy tonight and whipped the crowd into a frenzy, and I hit all the notes I could. Then we quieted down with Queensryche's "I Will Remember", Rush's "Tears", and Queen's "You Take My Breath Away", and we closed out set 1 with three Queensryche songs. We started with "Walk In The Shadows" which featured an extended introduction and audience call-and-response section, as well as me jumping round the stage like crazy, and letting the audience clap along, which the crowd loved. "Queen Of The Reich" followed, with me wailing like no tommorrow. Overall, the performance was a stellar one up to that point.

                        However, a near-catastrophe followed. I calmed down the excited audience, and began to speak.

                        "THANK YOU! We're gonna take a break, but first we'd like to play one more song for all of yinz. (Nice slang, me!) This is a song of peace and hope, of happiness and prosperity, a message to the children to carry the light we've passed down. This is called, Take Hold Of The Flame". Scott started his slow acoustic riff, and I picked up the mic and began to sing.

                        We see, the light, of those, who find, a road, which passed them by

                        Too late, to save, the dream, that's growing cold

                        We realize that fate, must hide, it's face, from those who try

                        To see the distant, signs oft-oforetold.

                        Oooh, oooh.

                        "Oooh, TAAAAAAAAKE, HOOOOOOOOOOLD!" I sang, hitting a strong sustained A ramping up to B, then I took the famous high E up to a brutal raw F# scream, and then Scott kicked into the heavy riff. Then, near-catastrophe struck. I jumped around the stage... and in the process of doing so, my hoodie momentary slipped off, revealing my Pikachu ears to the crowd. Thankfully, I realized this and put it back on after a split-second. I just hoped no one captured it on their cell-phones...

                        The rest of the concert went well. The second half would once again be the Rush epics, but would open with Iron Maiden's "Where Eagles Dare" and "The Trooper". We aced all the songs musically and vocally, and left the stage proud. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the reveal of my new ears.

                        However, during the second half of the concert, I was really starting to struggle with an itch on my chest. It was not bad at first but soon became a burning feeling, it felt like something was crawling in my skin. Or perhaps it was something coming out of my skin.

                        When we got home, and right before I went to bed, I looked in the mirror to see what was going on. I pulled up my shirt and gasped.

                        There was yellow fur growing on my chest!

                        I should've been more shocked, but after all the craziness of the last two days, I was midly surprised. So, I thought, I will spend the next few days gradually losing more and more humanity until i'm just a dumb animal, and will be poked and prodded in labs for all eternity. Or, maybe if i'm lucky, i'll be someone's pet.

                        What a lovely future.

                        But I decided to go to bed before the pessemistic emo side of me took control, and let sleep carry me away.
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                          Friends Will Be Friends

                          The next day I was happy because it was a Friday, and I was free for the weekend, that is except for the concerts, as well as my continued bodily change, it would likely be the last time I could have fun, that depressed me a little bit. I woke up at 6:00 like I always do, first thing I did was check in the mirror to make sure I didn't change any more. I still was pretty much the same, except the fur on my chest had grown much more and covered my entire chest area. I ran my fingers through it, it felt really soft... and nice... and NO! I can't think this way! This is horrifying!

                          Also, I think I had got a bit shorter, maybe about an inch, but not enough to notice. I took a shower as normal, dried off, trying to ignore the fact my new Pikachu-fur smelled kinda like wet dog, and got dressed. Then I went downstairs and did my usual routine, making sure to put on a hoodie before my parents saw me. I had my usual breakfast of Orange Juice and Cheerios, but while I was doing it one of my dogs, Paige, hopped up on me, sniffed the place where the fur had grown curiously, and then started licking. I screamed "GO AWAY!" and then pushed her off me. My parents laughed at it.

                          We then went into the car with Scott driving as normal, and went to school. We didn't say anything in the car, too lost for words by the situation at hand. My brothers also looked a tad shorter, I assumed fur spread as well. We went into the school and off to the cafeteria. Mark walked up to me, a horrified expression on his face.

                          "Dude... there's something I need to show you, but I can't show you it in here" He sounded really scared.

                          "Um, okay" I stated hesitantly. So we walked out of the cafeteria and he led me into the bathroom.

                          Once in there, he stated "I don't know why this is happening to me, but" and then raised his hoodie a tad. I was surprised.

                          His brown hair had turned blue!

                          "Nice hair dye, bro. Is that all you wanted to show me? That's kinda anticlimactic." I joked.

                          "Stop joking around like that! It's a lot worse". He took off his hoodie, and I screamed.

                          He had two blue, diamond shaped ears at the top of his head!

                          "WHAT? How did that happen to you?" I was very surprised, but at the same time relieved. I guess this "transformation epidemic" isn't as rare as I thought...

                          "It gets worse!" He stated, pulling something out of his pants, sorry in advance for how dirty that sounds. It was a flat, diamond shaped tail! Also colored blue, the same shade as the ears, and he also had blue fur on his chest. "YOU TOO?" I interjected.

                          "Yes! Wait, what do you mean "you too"?"

                          "This has been happening to me too!" I showed my Pikachu ears, tail, and fur.

                          "How is this remotely possible?" He said. "Pokemon aren't real, and here we are, becoming them!".

                          "I think it might be something in the water. My brothers drank it and they're becoming Pokemon too!" I stated.

                          "I'm really scared about this Tom! What if we lose our humanity! What if we become nothing more than lab animals?" He stated, tears forming in his eyes. I was surprised to see him so sad. I walked next to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

                          "Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. I'm scared too. We're gonna get through this together, no matter what." I assured him.

                          "Thanks Tom. You're such a great friend". He replied back.

                          Afterwards, the bell rung, and thus we headed off to class, I headed off to my first class, Chemistry.

                          The day progressed normally, though I noticed the array of colorful jackets and hats that most people didn't normally wear. I was determined to keep this a secret as long as possible. However, throughout the day, the fur was continuing to spread. It just felt itchy at first, but as the day progressed it was starting to get really hot. I couldn't take off my hoodie, however, the truth would come out.

                          By AP World History class, however, it was becoming too much. Sweat was flowing like a waterfall and I felt like I was in a sauna in the middle of Death Valley with an oven on. I had to take off my jacket. I was conflicted in my head. Should I take it off, and show my horrible secret to the whole class, or keep it on and risk dying of heat-stroke? I weighed my options in my head.

                          If I kept it on, it would be midly discomforting, but no real harm would be done. When I got home i'd just put ice cubes under my shirt or something equally poorly thought out.

                          If I took it off, everyone in the class would know my secret. The teacher would probably call 911, and the ambulances would come and I likely be taken to the lab for observation, my parents would find out about all this and disown me because they wouldn't want to be near a freak, and instead of spending my last days as a human enjoying my life, I would spend them in a lab, having test after test run on me by the doctors in disbelief. No way I was doing that. So I decided to keep it on, figuring that a few hours of searing heat were better than days of tests and eventually losing my humanity.

                          But while I was pondering this in my head, a bug came near me, it looked like a mosquito, and so I swatted it away.

                          But after swatting it away, the entire class fell silent. The teacher ended her lecture about the long-term effects of the Cuban Missile Crisis and turned her head towards me. Blank stares filled the room, and a few whispers. Some took out their phones and snapped pictures, sending it onto the web.

                          I was really confused and oblivious why everyone was acting this way, so I broke the silence.

                          "Why's everybody looking at me like that?" I inquired.

                          "Umm, the top of your head, there's..."

                          And then it hit me. By swatting away the bug, it knocked my hoodie off my head, which revealed the Pikachu ears to the whole class.

                          My secret was out.

                          My life was over.

                          There was no turning back.

                          I screamed.
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                            Just The Basic Facts

                            I blew it.

                            My secret had been revealed, and in front of an audience of 20 pairs of eyes staring right at me. Everyone knew that I was turning into a furry fake rodent Pokemon. My ears drooped in shame.

                            The teacher quickly took the phone and dialed 911. Normally I would only be able to hear her voice, but with my new sensitive ears I could hear the other end as well. At least that was kinda cool.

                            "911, what's your emergency?" the operator questioned.

                            "I have a student here, his name is Tom, and he has a pair of pointed, yellow ears with black tips" The teacher said, panic evident in her voice.

                            "Yellow ears with black tips? Very odd" She replied.

                            "Yeah, I know! It almost looks like a Pikachu's ears!" Then she almost whispered "I think he has the virus." She continued, putting major emphasis on "the virus".

                            "Oh my god." the operator responded. "An ambulance is coming right away".

                            "Thank you". The teacher replied, before hanging up the phone. "Tom, you're going to the hospital" she said, in a suprisingly casual voice.

                            I was horrified! If I went to the hospital now i'd probably never get out! I'd be spending my last days of humanity subject to tests, instead of living it up. And my parents would find out too, who knows how they'd react? Would they disown me and leave me to my own devices? And what about my brothers? Have people found out about them too? I pondered these questions in my mind. However before I could try finding answers two people wearing protective suits walked into the room, it looked like something out of E.T.

                            "Come with us". The one on the left said.

                            "But I don't want my parents to find out! I want to live my life normall" I cried.

                            "Don't worry", the one on the right said, "You're going to be okay". "And yes, we did tell your parents, but don't worry. They are sympathetic about it". I gave a sigh of relief at that, I was really getting worried.

                            "Where's my brothers?" I asked. "They have the disease too!"

                            "They haven't been sent down yet, I don't think they've revealed the changes yet. But your parents will probably know soon enough." The one on the left said.

                            They then led me to the ambulance. Even if I knew my parents weren't mad at me, I was still really scared about what might happen to me, I hoped I would be able to go home, and more importantly, that there was a cure for this disease and I could be turned back to normal. We got in the ambulance and drove to the hospital. The ride was very quiet, but I noticed more changes. First, the fur now covered my entire torso, and was reaching my legs as well, I felt fur on my cheeks, which I assumed was red, and my feet felt funny, I assumed they had become Pikachu paws. Soon enough, I'll be a full Pikachu... I sighed.

                            We arrived at the hospital, and the second I got out my parents ran up to me and gave me a big hug, I returned the embrace.

                            "It's okay, everything's gonna be okay". My dad assured. "Haven't you always said you wanted Pikachus to be real?" He questioned.

                            "Yes, but I never wanted to BE one!" I replied.

                            "I know, I know." He replied. "Tom, I know how scary this must be for you, gradually losing your body to something that doesn't exist" he continued.

                            "But remember" my mom added, "Even if you will soon be just a furry rodent, we'll still love you" she stated.

                            "Thank you" I said. "And i'll still love you, too." I said, getting choked up at that last line.

                            This tender moment was broken up, however, by a doctor. "Come inside" she said. "I'll tell you everything you need to know about what's going on".

                            She led us through the hallways, and looking through the rooms, I was surprised to see many people suffering the same fate. One boy had the tail and ears of an Eevee, as well as brown fur, another had the wings and tail of a Lugia as well as white feathers with blue plates on his back, and even a small muzzle, there was a girl who had the face and scales of a Magikarp (Well, at least my situation could've been worse...), someone who almost looked like a complete Charizard, except the proportions were still human... I was very surprised at all this, but at the same time comforted, knowing that there were others in my situation.

                            We came to a stop in a typical doctor's office, sterile and very white, and I took a seat on the chair. She instructed me to take off my hoodie and shirt, and I did so, showing my fur-covered chest, pointed ears, and lightning bolt tail. "Yes, This looks like PokeItis". She concluded. "However, we still need to do some tests to-" I cut her off.

                            "HELLO? Isn't the fact I have yellow fur, a lightning bolt shaped tail, floppy, black-tipped ears, and rosy red cheeks ENOUGH?"

                            "Well, I guess so." She replied.

                            "So how did all this happen?" I asked.

                            "You know the "Fantasy Realizer Device"?" She asked.

                            I nodded. It was big in the news a few months ago but quickly got lost in the wave of other news.

                            "Well, someone tried using that device to bring Pokemon into the real world. However, it malfunctioned, and created a virus infused with Pokemon DNA. Being infected causes the person to gradually change into whatever Pokemon the disease brought. It seems to have got into the water supply." She continued "Thankfully, while the virus changes the person's body, the mind remains intact" I was at least relieved at that.

                            "So how can Tom live his life now? There's no way he can still do what he does as a Pikachu!" My mom asked.

                            "He can still go to school and all, lots of others with the virus do. Though, some changes will have to be made. He'll need special seats to accomodate his reduced size, and probably won't be able to write. He also will be taken out of Gym and Orchestra class, since he will be put at a disadvantage."

                            Well, I didn't like Gym class anyway so... "Anyway, I think you can go home now. Do you have any final questions?"

                            "Yes." My dad stated. "First, will he still be able to talk? Or will he just say "PIKA PIKA" over and over? Though that would be pretty cute." I shot a glare at him.

                            "He will still be able to speak normally, his voice may be a tad higher pitched than normal though."

                            "Second, how long until he fully becomes a Pikachu?"

                            "By this point? By Sunday morning, only around 36 hours from now".

                            "Third and finally, is there a cure? Or will he be stuck like this?"

                            The doctor was hesistant for a while, but then she said: "Tom, leave the room right now, we need to speak in private."

                            "Um, okay". I slowly left the room. I didn't know what she was going to say but i'm sure it wasn't good. I tried eavesdropping but didn't hear anything, even with my sentitive ears.

                            After about 5 minutes, they were done talking, and we went home. The car ride home was in silence, which furthered my fears of bad news from the doc. If there was no cure, how would I live my life? How could I fulfill my dreams of being a famous musician as a Pikachu? How would I get a girlfriend? How would I drive a car? How would i start a family? How would I browse dank memes on the Internet? I held out hope, and so remained silent.

                            However, once we pulled into the driveway I broke the silence.

                            "I just want to let you know that Scott and Matt have the disease too, Scott will be a Raichu and Matt a Pichu". I stated surprisingly casual.

                            "Okay, we'll be sure to tell them what the doctor told us." My dad stated. He sounded almost emotionless when I said that, but his face showed sorrow. I knew what was coming. But i gathered my breath, and asked.

                            "I-is there a c-cure?" I stated, trying to hold back tears. My dad turned around and put his hands on my shoulders.

                            "I'm sorry, son, but there's no cure. They are working on one as hard as they can, but for now you'll just be stuck as a Pikachu". He said, somberly.

                            And that was it. There was no cure, no way to save my life from being just a fictional rodent, albiet one who talks and goes to school. My entire future was gone, wiped away from one drink from the water fountain. A tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another. A sob escaped from my lips. I tried holding it back but it was no use. I ran upstairs and into my room, slamming the door.
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                              Welp, it finally happened. Things will never be the same again.

                              But on to serious talk. Here's some things I noticed.

                              1) Dialogue punctuation

                              Now normally I don't hound to much on this, but the problem is that it's pretty prevalent. The issues I'm referring to specifically are the endings upon break then transition back into the dialogue. There were two recurring errors with this.

                              "Don't worry" the one on the right said "You're going to be okay".
                              There is supposed to be a closing comma at the end of the Dialogue. The other case I saw was,

                              "By this point? By Sunday morning, only around 36 hours from now".
                              This is more missing while proofreading, but shows up enough to be more than a slight error or simple miss.

                              2) This Paragraph
                              She led us through the hallways, and looking through the rooms, I was surprised to see many people suffering the same fate. One boy had the tail and ears of an Eevee, as well as brown fur, another had the wings and tail of a Lugia, as well as white feathers, blue plates on his back, and even a small muzzle, there was a girl who had the face and scales of a Magikarp (Well, at least my situation could've been worse...), someone who almost looked like a complete Charizard, except the proportions were still human... I was very surprised at all this, but at the same time comforted, knowing that there were others in my situation
                              It is hard to know exactly how to split this up with commas when there are already commas. Well, the way this is done is to have commas to separate the list rather than the transition, conjunction, or preposition.
                              One boy had the tail and ears of an Eevee, as well as brown fur, another had the wings and tail of a Lugia, as well as white feathers, blue plates on his back,
                              is fixed like so.
                              One boy had the tail and ears of an Eevee as well as brown fur, another had the wings and tail of a Lugia as well as white feathers with blue plates on his back,

                              3) The Parents

                              While I understand the parents would try to be strong and would be later in this story, I felt the questioning period by the parents was somewhat lacking in their reaction. Plus, I would think they would have a reaction upon hearing the rest of the kids had it too or at least some subtle hint.

                              Of course there are positives to point out so,

                              I) Imagery

                              I really liked the details you put in this chapter. The areas where you merely describe what was going on seemed to be the best parts to me. Plus, this phrase really stuck out to me,
                              My entire future was gone, wiped away from one drink from the water fountain.
                              It really let on the impact and somewhat tragic truth this story has right now.

                              II) Your reaction

                              While the parent's reaction wasn't very impactful yours was a great mess all through it. The questioning, almost resisting the jumpsuit workers, the attempts to eavesdrop, the worry as you mustered the strength to ask, and then the ending to this chapter.

                              III) Setting of font

                              While this isn't perfect I found that you constructed this chapter much better and made it easier to read as well. On parts of description you gave little to no dialogue and moments of talking weren't overly ridden with additions in detail. It was concise in areas and yet deep in the paragraph parts. They say "Brevity is the soul of wit." and I believe you did well in this aspect. I have no confusion on parts and was left overall sad for your character. Though not balling or anything of that sort.

                              While I admit this isn't your best chapter, it's still a good one. It's exceptional with its own strengths. I would advice to proofread a bit more and to think of ways to make reactions/body language much more real. Your main character is a good example of what I would call, "A fitting reaction to someone in his condition." So once you can get that for more characters, then the story will be more impactful in the heart string snipping department.
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                                Chapter Twelve
                                Dream On 'Till Your Dreams Come True
                                I ran upstairs to my room, slamming the door, and collapsed onto the comfort of my bed, where I began to cry.

                                I cried for the dream I had lost, the future that looked so certain which now looked so far-fetched. All my life I had dreamed of becoming a famous musician, and was going to use my cover band as a springboard for making original material. I was getting so close to the dream, but now it was slipping further and further away from me. Who was going to take a singing Pikachu seriously? Certainly not most.

                                I cried for all the best-laid plans which had gone to waste. There were so many other things I wanted to do in life, but now I didn't have the chance. Learn to drive, find love, graduate high school and go to college, move out, start a family... What was left to do? I would be too small to drive a car, my fingers would be too stubby to be able to browse the internet, play my keyboard, or play video games, I wouldn't be able to go swimming since i'd probably shock the water... there was nothing left to do! I'd probably just sit around and do nothing while my parents treated me like a pet, and would probably be taken to lab tests frequently.

                                I cried for the others experiencing this. My brothers were, Dan was, Mark was, and tons of others. So many people were having their dreams crushed, stomped away, by a virus intent on turning people into things that shouldn't even exist.

                                And lastly, I cried for how much it seemed fate hated me. I've read many, many stories about people changing into Pokemon on the internet (haven't told my parents or brothers or anyone, they'd think i'm weirdos) and I never, never in a million years believed it would ever happen to me. No human has ever turned into an animal in real life before, let alone a fictional animal from a media franchise, and so why did this happen? Why did this happen to me, or my brothers, or anyone? Why did this world have to go so wrong for me? Why? Why? Why? The questions kept buzzing and made me feel even sadder.

                                I continued to cry for probably 20 minutes or so, but it felt like 20 hours.

                                Afterwards, I heard a soft knock in my door. "Tom? You in there?" My mom inquired, I instantly recognized her voice.

                                I didn't respond, continuing to sob.

                                "Listen" she said softly. "I'm here to help you". "Please, let me in." I sighed. "Okay". She came into my room, and sat down on my bed. She began rubbing my back to calm me down, much like she did when I was a child.

                                "Everything's going to be okay" she said, soothingly.

                                "It's not gonna be okay! By tomorrow i'm gonna be a fictional furry rodent with no way to stop it! I'll never be able to live my life!" I cried, almost to a yell. She wrapped my arms around me, and I returned the embrace.

                                "Shhh... Let it out Tom, it's gonna be alright, I promise". She stated. We remained like this for a minute or so.

                                "B-but how will it be all right?" I cried.

                                "Let me tell you a story." she said. She got up and sat on the bed opposite of mine.

                                "When I was your age, in high school, one of my greatest dreams was to be a dancer. I did everything I could, I joined clubs in school, practiced extensively at home, went to countless dance performances... I did all I could. And one day, a famous dance troupe called me and asked if I wanted to join the troupe. I couldn't believe it!"

                                "But fate had different ideas. A week before my first performance with the troupe, I took a nasty fall while rehearsing, and my legs were shattered. The doctor said I wouldn't be able to dance for months, and probably wouldn't be able to do what I could again. I was gutted."

                                "However, I defied the odds. I underwent extensive sugery and therapy, as well as training to get my strength back. And after just 2 months, I performed my first successful dance performance, and I continued to dance for over a decade. Those were some of the best days of my life."

                                "What I learned from that experience is that even if the odds seem at their worst, and all hope is gone, your dreams can still come true. And that goes for you too. You may be just a cute mouse Pokemon on the outside by tomorrow night, but on the inside, you're still my baby. I believe in you Tom. You can still be what you want to be, just in a whole new way." "Anyway, it's getting pretty late, so you should go to bed. But please, think about what I said. Never give up on your dreams". She left the room.

                                I sat there a while in silence, pondering the admittedly over-the-top nature of her speech. She reminded me of a movie sport coach, and that fact made me chuckle a bit. But I realized, she was right! The only changes were in my body. The doctor said the mind would be intact! Sure, I'd be too small to reach the keyboard, and my fingers too stubby, but I could always work my way around that, and most important of all, I could still sing! Sure, being a singing Pikachu would be pretty weird, but if a fictional hologram singer could become famous, why not me?

                                And so, I went to sleep with my head held high, smiling. I was ready to face the world again, and i'd do it my way.
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                                  While I will admit this isn't the best written chapter of yours I've seen I can't deny that it was pretty sad to see all this probably due to how I had FE Fates: Thorn in You playing in the background and how it slowly got to show a silver lining.

                                  But before we get the tissues, let's get these out of the way.

                                  1) The Despair section

                                  You have a great nack for making sad imagery. I liked all the imagery you put into that section, but the problem (for me at least) was that it was a bit long. I get what you were going for, but you probably could have cut out a few things and still kept as much of an impact, namely repetitive sections.

                                  2) Islands spots

                                  I've noticed in this chapter you have a lot of 1,2 or 3 sentences separated from other areas in your chapter. There's isn't anything inherently wrong if done well, but some of them weren't exactly well placed/good enough to be alone.
                                  Here are a few examples:
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                                  I continued to cry for probably 20 minutes or so, but it felt like 20 hours.

                                  I didn't respond, continuing to sob.

                                  "Everything's going to be okay" she said, soothingly.
                                  These can be either fused with a neighboring paragraph, or are detail sentences that don't really fit, but could fit elsewhere. A good way to think of this is to see if it (the sentence) can either,
                                  A) Fit in a neighboring paragraph
                                  B) Is a new piece of dialogue/scene
                                  C) Couldn't fit better anywhere else and is relevant to that section.

                                  Just some little thoughts on that.

                                  I) The talk

                                  But what I can say is you conveyed the message of this chapter very well. While, yes the story with the mother is a bit cliché, I couldn't help but smile a little at her little "pep" talk. I found it somewhat funny when I was reading this at how you compared something like his transformation to her breaking her leg and missing out on an opportunity. Now, this was strangely fitting. I could be the Mother-son aspect or that the wording you did was great if not brining focus.

                                  II) The outline

                                  I'm the kind of person who is orderly to even stupid means, so I like how you put this chapter up. It seemed pretty well balanced and had a good flow. While yes, there were the Island parts I talked about, they didn't mess with the story pace to bad. I'd compare them to water rocks in a current if you will.

                                  But to end I'll say that I'm a big fan of concepts like these. Where a character feels at their lowest and someone comes in and well whatever ensues. I can say you pulled this in a good way and have made my favorite chapter so far.

                                  Keep up the good work! (insert "thumbs up" emoji here)
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                                    I've hear about this story before, and when it first appeared it caught my attention for a while. Given the subjects this story explores, I thought it was fair that, now that things have moved quite a lot and the latest chapters gave a couple surprises, I gave it a shot to writing a review for it.

                                    When this story came up in #writers-room, I did leave some comments about the particular developments for stories of this kind. In general terms, both transformation ("TF") stories and school stories have it rough, so mixing the two concepts into a unified plotline makes the result stand out as even weirder to develop - and harder to come up with a satisfying conclusion of. Part of it comes down from how both genres of stories are written out -both by novices and by trained writers- with a significant component of wish-fulfillment but also, most of the time, without serious exploration of the genre itself as an aspect of the setting that the characters have to deal with. So, when I read the first chapter, and as the story went on, I was already looking for the signs, the common tropes and the "stations" that TF and school stories tend to go through: the dream in Ch. 4 (more or less knew how things would go by the fifth line), the stage-and-front focus on the concert in Ch. 3 (which was pretty well done and described for sods like me who don't really grasp music performance, it was just fully previsible), and the much welcome "what are you looking at?" kids-will-be-kids moment in Ch. 7.

                                    That's not to say the first few chapters are absolutely lackluster or could be skipped, which brings me to another point. You develop your story working with noticeably uneven chapter lengths (is that intentional or not, I wonder?), and take care to make each chapter focus on a central event, with things for the most part not slipping "through". The chapters do not, so far, "threaten" the reader with the idea of a plot explosion where suddenly stuff starts happening and the reader might get lost if they are not paying attention. Most noticeably, the first three chapters at least read as if they can be interchanged in order, or mixed together, without loss of information or of the apparent mood of the story.

                                    It makes both catching up to the story and rereading it after a time to get back to the feeling of what it is like pretty easy.

                                    As far as things are going, even ig it takes until Ch. 8 or 9 for the main character to actually start wondering seriously what is going on with him and what is he feeling, and for the situation to actually start escalating in the classroom given how kids are kids (with all the good and bad that comes with it), by the time they do the plot starts picking up pace, placing the chharacters finally before a strong barrier of outward conflict. In that sense, Ch. 11 was a quite welcome additions to the story.

                                    Well, I think the story is improving, and I feel like it is an entertaining and practical entry point for those looking to these kinds of stories so far. I expect to be giving a further look to this story sometime down the road.
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                                      Final chapter!
                                      Chapter thirteen
                                      The Last Song

                                      The next day was one I knew was my last one as a human. The first thing I did was look in the mirror to see what parts of me had changed.

                                      I could pass as a more than acceptable Pikachu cosplay. I was completely covered in bright yellow fur from head to toe, my brown hair had turned yellow as well. My hands were covered in yellow fur and my fingers were shorter, looking more like Pikachu paws. I looked down and saw my feet were like that too. My cheeks had red fur on them, and brown stripes were on my back. And of course there were the Pikachu ears and tail.

                                      My brothers awoke soon after, and they looked pretty similar to me, but Scott's ears and tail were different, and the fur was orange, plus he had no fingers (Why?) and Matt had different ears and tail, and different colored fur.

                                      We walked downstairs in silence, but then, Matt sparked a conversation.

                                      "So what should we do today?" Asked Matt.

                                      "Today, we're doing our last concert as a band. It's pretty obvious that we won't be able to perform as Pokemon. We need to still conceal ourselves as much as possible."

                                      "I think that sounds like a good plan. I'll phone up Dan and tell him".

                                      After that, we went our separate ways. Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have school, which was a relief, I wasn't ready to face the music just yet.

                                      For most of the day, I TRIED doing what I normally could as a human. Browsing the internet, listening to my favorite bands, playing Pokemon Sun. However, it was tougher than normal, my fingers were too small to reach some of the keys I used to be able to hit with ease, and I had to keep the volume very low since my ears were really sensitive and what was once good volume felt very loud. Finally, I kept shocking my 3DS, though I gave it an unlimited supply of power through my electric cheeks.

                                      However, after a few hours of this, my Mom walked up to me, looking pleased.

                                      "I have good news!" she excitedly stated. "The doctors called, and they say that there is a way to temporarily reverse the changes! However, it only lasts a few hours, and the side effect is that it will make the transformation happen faster, finishing by around 10:00 PM today. Do you want to take it?" She asked.

                                      I was ecstatic! A few hour respite was all the time I needed to perform the show effectively. "Of Course!" I stated, almost screaming. "Well then, let's go down! I've already told your brothers and they want it too".

                                      So we went to the doctor and guess what she told me? She said "We have done extensive experiments on an isolated sample of the virus and we have found that a certain chemical can temporarily neutralize the effects. The medication will wear off after 4 hours. It is in pill form, you can take it home".

                                      "Wait, we don't have to take it here?" Scott asked, his Raichu ears perking up. I chuckled at that.

                                      "Nope! So who wants to take it?" The doctor asked.

                                      "Get three pills. One for me, one for Matt, and one for Scott" I stated.

                                      "Okay. We are working on a permanent cure and hope it will come soon".

                                      And then we left for home.

                                      Once we got home, I checked the time. It was 3:30, so I had a few more hours before I got ready. After another 2 and a half hours, it was time to take the pills, and I obliged. I decided to take them first, and so I went up to the bathroom and popped one in.

                                      The changes were short, and unlike the changes to a Pikachu I didn't feel a thing. My fur disappeared, hair changed back to brown, ears and tail changed back to normal, as did my hands and fingers. When I looked into the mirror I almost squealed in delight at the fact I saw MY face in the mirror, and not a Freakachu.

                                      But then I realized that the effects were only temporary and I would be a full Pikachu by the end of this day, and I sighed.

                                      My two brothers took the pill as well, and the same happened to them. They seemed happy about the return to their human form. With all of us ready to go, we packed up our equipment and drove to the Eastridge Community Center for our last show.

                                      Before we went into the hall, my mom and dad walked up to us, and my dad said:

                                      "Tom, Scott, Matt, I just want to let you know that whether or not you're humans, Pokemon, or anything in between, we'll always love you and be proud of you."

                                      "Thanks, dad", Matt said, and we shared a group hug between us. "Now go out there and hit them with your best shot!" my mom added.

                                      "We will".

                                      Once getting inside we met up with Dan, who didn't take the pill and was hiding all of his extremities. A hat hid his round ears, his round tail was stuffed in his pants, and he had gloves to hide his fingerless hands.

                                      "How come you guys haven't changed? Is there a cure you didn't tell me about?" Dan inquired.

                                      "No, this is just a temporary cure that only works once, for a few hours. We'll be Pokemon by the end of the night." I said.

                                      "Man, that sucks. I was really hoping this wouldn't happen". Dan lamented.

                                      "Well, don't think of it that way. We still have one more concert to perform, one more audience to entertain. We have to give it all tonight!" I stated with enthusiasm.

                                      "You're right! This is our last show, we have to end on a high note" Dan said, letting out an attempted high scream afterwards.

                                      "Well, at least I know why you never became a singer". I joked. "Anyway, let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"

                                      And boy we did.

                                      We delivered possibly the best performance of our career. We played a monstrous, 4 hour set consisting of almost every song we played in the previous concerts, and with intensity and ferocity that we never matched. Each song contained unique embellishments, jams, and improvisations, and I let out the highest shrieks and wails I could muster each and every time. We whipped the crowd into a frenzy, getting some of the loudest cheers we ever got. And when we finally closed out the 4-hour set with a monstrous rendition of "2112" and gave our goodnights, the crowd was left begging for more.

                                      Normally, that would be the end of the show. But this wasn't a normal concert. We talked backstage for a few minutes, and decided to send off our career with one final song, and one that represented the future of us.

                                      So we went back to face the crowd, who were still cheering even after all this. I walked up to the mic stand, feeling an odd nausea growing inside me, tingling and numbness all over my body... I knew the end of my humanity was near.

                                      "Okay, everyone. Settle down. None of you may know this, but in my body changes are happening that you wouldn't believe. And before we go we want to send you off with one final song, that shows where I am, what's going on, and what i'll do. This is a song by Queensryche, and it's called, "Someone Else?".

                                      Scott walked over to the piano and started to play the opening piano theme, and then I picked up the microphone, and began to sing:

                                      When I fell from grace

                                      I never realized

                                      How deep the flood, was around me

                                      A man who's life was toil,

                                      Was like a kettle, left to boil

                                      And the water left it's scars, on me

                                      While singing these lines, my ears moved back to the top of my head, and stretched out into points. I, caught up in the song, didn't notice that, and sang the next verse:

                                      I know now, who I am

                                      If only for a while

                                      I recognize the changes

                                      I feel like I did, before the magic wore thin

                                      And the baptism of stains began

                                      I felt a sharp pain in my back as Pikachu's lightning bolt shaped tail came wriggling back out, and fur grew on my new pointed ears and tail.

                                      They used to say, I was nowhere, man

                                      Heading down was my destiny

                                      But that was yesterday, and I swear,

                                      that was someone else, not me

                                      The ears were fully yellow-furred points, with black fur on the tip. My chest itched as soft yellow fur started growing on it, starting at the center and growing outward. Red fur grew on my cheeks. Some people in the audience started staring, others went on Instgram to upload this freak occurance. But I didn't notice that, all I cared about was getting my point across.

                                      For Here I stand, at the crossroad edge

                                      Afraid to reach out, to eternity

                                      And every time I look back

                                      I see someone else not me

                                      My feet felt uncomfortable in my shoes as they shifted into yellow-furred paws, my hands did the same, my fingers becoming much stubbier than before. I almost lost grip on the microphone.

                                      All the people would say, was that I was going down

                                      But i'm still standing stronger, proud

                                      And today I know, that there's so much more I can be

                                      The fur fully covered my chest and grew all over the rest of my body, with brown stripes on my back.

                                      Standing here at the crossroads edge

                                      Looking down at what I used to be

                                      A drowing man, trying to stay afloat

                                      Heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope

                                      That there's something more that is seen

                                      But it's somwhere out of reach

                                      Then, my face changed. My teeth grew smaller and sharper, my nose shrank into a small black button, and my eyes became the beady, black eyes of a Pikachu. But I had to do the final verse.

                                      From where I stand, at the crossroad's edge

                                      There's a path leading out to sea

                                      And from somewhere deep in my mind, sirens sing out songs of doubt

                                      As only they now how

                                      And one glance back reminds, and I see, someone else, not me

                                      I felt a falling sensation, as I shrank down to Pikachu height.

                                      I keep looking back, at someone else... Me?

                                      The last bit of changes finished out, I was fully a Pikachu. The only thing that remained was my human hair, except it was yellow.

                                      And the song ended. But there was no applause. Everyone was staring in stunned silence, at me. I was confused. But then I looked at the microphone in front of me. Huh, I never realized it was that big. Come to think of it, I don't recall my hands being this small-

                                      Wait a minute.

                                      I looked down at myself, seeing a furry yellow torso and yellow-furred paws. I felt pointed ears instead of my own, saw stubby paws for hands, and I swear I felt something moving on my back. It hit me.

                                      I was a Pikachu!

                                      I looked back at the stage, and saw a Raichu sitting at the piano, a Pichu sitting on the drums, and a Marill holding a bass guitar way too big for it.

                                      We had all changed during the song. It felt almost cinematic, or like a fanfiction steered for the most perfect outcome. But that didn't matter. We gave the crowd one big, final send-off, and that's what they deserved.

                                      As we walked off the much-bigger looking stage, I breathed a sigh of relief. I may have been a Pikachu, but I was still ME on the inside, and that was what mattered.

                                      My stunned parents greeted us once we headed off-stage. We waited for a few uncomfortable moments, but then my mom bent down and picked me up, which she hasn't been able to do in years.

                                      "I'm so proud of you, my little baby" she said. She gave me a scratch behind the ears, and I let out a satisfied "Chaaa!" in response, quickly covering my mouth afterwards. My father giggled.

                                      "You, Matt, Scott, you did your absolute best tonight. Even if you won't be able to perform any more shows, you let the audience off the best way you could, in song". He stated.

                                      "And even if you may look a little different, you're still our sons, our pride and joy. And I want you to remember that, no matter how many curveballs life throws at you next, we'll be supporting you every step of the way" My mom added, tears in her eyes.

                                      "Thanks, guys. You're the best parents I could ever dream of" I said, noticing my higher pitched voice. And we all shared a hug.

                                      "Let's go home, to begin the second stage of our lives". Matt stated.

                                      And then, we drove home, driving away from the concert stage, and the first stage of our lives. And as the theater grew smaller and smaller in the distance, I knew our lives would never be the same, but we would always stand tall, through it all, and deal with any more Changes that lay ahead.

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                                        While that was the last chapter of Part I the story concludes with Part II, "Changes: Spreading The Disease".
                                        It is about me trying to adjust to my new life while the world is in panic under this new threat.
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