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PokeMorphs- a Pokemon-Animorph Crossover

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Oh, Hi there. Somebody is actually reading this... caring. My name is Peter, by the way. Last name, yes? No, but you can call me "Puzzle". I can't tell you my last name, you may as well be a Yeerk. No, a Controller I mean. What they are? Please, I know you are one. No? OK, let's say you're telling the truth. Yeerks are gray, Magcargo-like things, without the shell and mellow eyes. They are the size of a Ratatta, and lives in your head. Not like in your imagination, but it literally takes over your brain. That's when it becomes a controller. You understand? Well, maybe you really don't care... Either way, I'll try to go more in-depth, starting from the beginning...
(No, not Big Bang, the beginning of the story)
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I was on this field-trip, in the woods. The leaders of the trip had grouped us in about tens, though we were nine. I really didn't know any of them... I really didn't know anyone... Though I was really good friends with Tropius at the lab. You're probably not impressed, huh? Well, anyway, I was feverishly running around looking at the vegetation, for medical effects. No luck, yet. This so-called Bobby, from 12th grade, was intensely trying to start some conversation, and I nodded respectfully after every sentence, in a silent pledge for acceptance. I got tired of the inactivity, and went on a little trip on my own, looking for more interesting things.

Big mistake. It was freezing! Though it was only relative, it was still uncomfortable... Sorry, but I like thinking about relativity, it's a freedom of mind. Anyway, As I was about 100m from camp, a loud rumbling sound came. I looked up, and saw the source... A gigantic meteor! I ran as fast as I can, and came around 50m away before it crashed into the ground. I tripped into the ground when the ground rumbled, and I found myself in a bush. Just when I was getting up, Bobby came along, followed by the others. I joined them, in the back of the line.

As the group came to the crash site, a spaceship relieved itself. Yes, a space ship! It was like a wailer with the tail of a Skorupi, and two steel wings at the sides. It looked somewhat fierce. Bobby, as always coming out as the brave one, tried to contact it. Someone suddenly said hello. I turned around, looking for the source of the sound. Nothing. An alien appeared, somewhat humanoid. It had a centaurian look, but blue. It had four eyes, two normal ones, and to on stalks. No mouth, only floppy openings. It was apparently telepathic. Bobby communicated with it. It fell over, suffering from a burn from the crash. Had I only had some mortared Sunflora-seeds, I could of healed him. Still, I was scared. He talked about an alien race, the Yeerks (you know the one) who were already taking over our planet. Bobby became all sentimental, as being in a film or something. This was when the exciting part began;

"Go inside my ship. Inside you will find a blue cube. Bring it to me." the alien, known as an Andalite, commanded Bobby. He did as told. The cube was glowing blue, and looked really high-tech, though still... a cube. Bobby totally ruined the moment with sentimentality again. I wasn't against sentimentality, it just wasn't as exciting as the rest of the happenings...
Anyway, the alien then said, in our heads, "Here. Place your hands on this cube. It will give you the power to morph." I was very excited, understanding what morphing was. The Andalite further explained that morphing was absorbing the DNA of any living life-form, and gaining the ability to change your form with that life-form's body. OK, I didn't know all that beforehand. Oh, and he also told about the limitation, that being in another body than your own would leave you in that form forever, also draining you of your powers. You must be really jealous...
Well, we all set our palms on the cube, and personally, I did it as rapidly as I could. So exciting, yes!

Suddenly, another spaceship landed (I may have passed out before that), and out came aliens. Vicious ones. I just ran, not paying attention to anything. I noticed the other Andalite, though. He looked naughty, and by that I mean pure evil. I was running, and running, and... running.
 
You must be reading this, obviously. The name is Game Over. You want my real name? Sorry, I can't let you know that. Afterall, you might be a Controller. If you are, you can go to hell. If not, I am glad that YOU have found this. Be glad that those slimy, gray Yeerks haven't gotten into your head. If they have, I told you to go to hell.

This sounds crazy, right? I promise you, I am not a loony. In fact, I might be one of the few sane people left. I have been fighting for a long time, and I believe it is now time to tell my story. Don't worry, I am not going to bore you with my past life. I'll start with the night I got my 'power'.
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The school had funded a school trip for all of the students. While I didn't want to go, I was made to by my mother. She told me I had to socialize with people. I didn't want to argue with her, so I went. I was immediately paired with several people, one of them who I recognized. Bobby was a cool dude, and we knew each other really well. He had decided to start up some conversation, and I quietly sat down on a rock. This was going to be a long night. I could already tell that.

I remember at one point almost dowsing off, due to the cool wind hitting my face. It sure felt good, and I was relaxed. It had been a while since I had been relaxed you see, due to my life, but I am not going there.

Anyways, I woke up to the brightness of a giant flaming rock, which was obviously a meteor. Well, that was what I thought of at first, but I will get to that soon. As I stood up, the ground rumbled, causing me to lose my balance for a second. After a few moments, I spoke up. "So...Who's gonna go check it out?" I asked as everyone started standing up. Bobby then said something as everyone started running. As soon as my balance was regained, I ran with the group to the crash site. When I saw what had crashed, my jaw dropped a little. A freakin' spaceship had landed on the planet?! I was, to say the least, a little freaked out, but I didn't show it. I kept my normal face. It was when Bobby started talking to the spaceship that words started popping into my head. The problem was that they were not from me.

It was around this time that the freakin' egg like thing opened up, revealing a strange creature. Yes, it was an alien. I was now starting to get worried. It soon turned out that the creature was slowly dying. I felt sorry for the alien, as its arrival on earth was its death sentence. The alien then spoke of other aliens who had arrived on the planet before him. My only thought was something that I cannot put here, but nonetheless, you probably have somewhat an idea. The freaky stuff then started when the alien, known as an Andalite, told Bobby to get the blue cube from his ship. Bobby did as he was told, and the alien commanded us to touch it. He commanded all of us to touch it, saying we would have to fight the Yeerks, and how the Yeerks had attacked his home world. The Andalite then said the cube would allow us to morph into beings from our world. Instantly, I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to touch the cube, but then I thought of my family and my friends. "I must protect them," I thought as I put my hand on the cube, which shocked me.

That was when things started getting freaky. The stars started disappearing, and aliens were appearing everywhere. I quickly found a place to hide, watching the aliens walk around the Andalite's spaceship. I was glad they couldn't see me, but it seemed that another Andalite had appeared. He looked exactly like the one we just met, except something was different about it. I couldn't put a hand on it...
 
Hiya. I'm Terrance. I can't tell you my last name because apparently that's unsafe. This secrecy is because of these alien things. If you don't already know for some reason, they're called Yeerks, these sluggy things that can wriggle and slide inside your brain literally. They can control you. It's wierd really, the ability to do that - but they call themselves Yeerks? Must be alien for something at least a little more badass than that surely. Anyhow... if you are one, then hello nonetheless. My name is Terrance. I'm out to get you :D

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It was spontaneous, yes, but nonetheless, Terrance was grateful for this small break from school. Not that his subjects were 'bad' or anything - he just wanted a breather. What was strange however was that everyone there was selected by the staff - apart from that there was no real reason they in particular were there.

Terrance sat in front of the fire, hiding behind it from the breeze facing him. The night was pleasant, and everyone seemed to be very relaxed. Not much talking was going on though. That would soon change...

"Looks like I'll kick this school bonding experiment up!" he said stretching, "I'm Terrance, what about you guys? Cold got your tounge?" he laughed slightly. Just then he noticed a shooting star. It was truly a sight to behold...

... wait. It really was a sight. It was getting bigger. It was actually falling to the ground. With a whizz, it zoomed above them and came crashing to an abrupt halt in the forest growths not far off.

"Woa!" Terrance uttered in amazement, "Jesus the only bit of falling space rock happens to land where we are."

He stood up, "Who's gonna come and check it out?"

(OOC: I'm going by what Windchaser asked in the OOC Thread :P)
 
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((Zeph, I said to ignore the powerplay Zimvee did, not everything in his post. Its OK, though...now, lets get the plot moving so we can start morphing!))

For some reason, an alien shuttle crash landing drew almost no attention whatsoever. Somehow, it seemed...muted. As if the sound and energy and chaos was confined to our little campsite. I wasn't really sure how that worked out- but somehow, inexplicably, no one noticed. Maybe it was the alien talking in my brain that gave me that feeling.

Because the alien was actually talking in my brain. It was a strange feeling, to have the privacy of your own mind (and planet, not to mention) invaded by this outside force. the ship, or UFO, or Magic School Bus, or whatever this...alien had come in had landed behind me, and my back was still to it. I could almost hear the audience watching this strange science fiction on their extra dimensional Blu-Ray, biting their nails and whispering, "Don't look behind you, don't look behind you, don't look behind you!"

I looked behind me, anxiously expecting some hollow-eyed robotic drone with a brain floating inside of a capsule and huge, intergalactic blasters for arms. Instead, I saw...well, I'm not really sure what it was.

It resembled a centaur, galloping in those fairy tales besides Entei and the magical Celebi fairies- from its torso up, the creature resembled a man. From that point down, it had the body of a horse. Oh, yeah, and one more thing- the entire thing was blue.

It wasn't an electric blue or a sky blue- more like the blue of the ocean, all calm and peaceful. The creature also lacked a mouth, which explained the telepathy, and had two stalk eyes, which were swiveling this way and that. And while the entire thing might have been cute and fuzzy otherwise, one thing made it dangerous- a huge, scythe-like bone protrusion at the end of its tail.

At least it was better than blasters for arms.

My observation of the creature was cut short when he presented to all of us a small, glowing blue cube. <It will give you the power to morph any Pokemon on the planet...>

Any Pokemon? That caught my interest. I gazed longingly at the blue cube. The patent alone would be worth a fortune...

With no hesitation, I touched the cube. This was probably all a really crazy dream anyways. I mean, blue centaurs coming down from space to stop an invasion of slugs? Why don't you throw in a Hippowdon with a tutu and we'll call it a day, right?

Wrong. Because as much as I hate tutus, what came next was far worse. The Andalite's desperate cries to run snapped me out of my revery- I snatched the cube (how could I just leave something so precious to annihilation, even if this was a dream?) and ran for it. And guess what?

I tripped.

My foot snagged on my other foot as I turned, effectively sending me sprawling. I lost precious seconds getting back and regaining momentum, and by the time I managed to hide behind a tree only a few meters from the camp, not daring to run more in case the noise alerted, I saw what I was running from.

The new spaceship looked nothing like the bus-type thing the Andalite had come down in. With a soft landing, what appeared to be a giant, metal cockroach docked to let...something step out. It looked like Elfangor, that blue centaur with stalk eyes and sickle tail. But while Elfangor had been a sentient who just happened to be a blue centaur with a weapon for a tail, this newcomer was a blue centaur with a weapon for a tail that just so happened to be sentient.

The two had a conversation, one I could not hear because they seemed to be using that mind talk channel whatever thing privately. The newcomer was cocky, head held high as he looked imperiously down on Elfangor. His cronies, the Weedle on steroids and walking lawn-mowers, just served to prove that point.

Suddenly, Elfangor collapsed, gripping his burn painfully. The newcomer laughed, and suddenly, it began to change. Elfangor's head turned sadly in my direction.

<Private thought speak only goes so far, clumsy human, and I'm afraid your friends are already too far gone.>, the alien said, chuckling for no real reason. <There is some more things I must tell, something invaluable. Yeerks- they require feeding outside of the host body every three days, in a Yeerk Pool. They exit their host bodies and are completely vulnerable during this time, absorbing nutrients from a type of radiation known as Kandrona. Its like...like your human need for Vitamin D from the sun, but more incessant. If a Yeerk doesn't feed every three days, they will starve to death.>

<It is located beneath your entire city.> Elfangor said, speaking very fast now. <We managed to find several entrances, inside one of those economical complexes of yours...malls, do you call them? This is the heart of the Yeerks. Hit them there once you are ready!>

The enemy alien had become something completely unearthly by now, and I saw this new and terrible gift in action. He had become a creature, roughly human shaped but made of something like intergalactic Play-Doh, with arms twisted into strands like D.N.A. and a hole in its chest where a single, crystalline organ floated.

Then the organ began glowing, and the creature floated into the air, eyes trained on the prone Elfangor. Its arms unwrapped themselves, spreading wide- it was an almost comical position, if not for what happened next.

A single beam of pure, concentrated energy blasted Elfangor with a force equivalent to that of a nuclear bomb, completely annihilating the heroic alien. I gulped, and huddled behind my tree. What else could I do?

In a mental cry of triumph, the creature alighted on the ground, and screamed to the world in that...thought speak, had Elfangor called it? <Let it be known,> the morphing alien cried. <That I, Visser Three, have removed the Yeerk Empire's greatest threat!>

Visser Three then began to bark orders at his subordinates. <Put everything back in place! The Council would starve me if I blew the cover for the takeover of Earth...speaking of the Council, get me a line to them. Tell them that Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul has been killed, by me.>

The work was quick and efficient- the camp was restored to its bland and normal state, without any evidence that a dying alien had given nine young humans the burden of saving the planet. For the longest time, I just slumped down and cried. Because I saw that it wasn't a dream, and I saw the war, because that was what it was, we were obliged to fight.

The thing about having such a mathematically active brain is that it is always calculating. Almost automatically, I considered the odds.

They weren't in our favor. Not even close.

I stumbled back into camp, not looking, not wanting to look, and crawled into my tent. The entire affair had lasted only ten minutes- but I was already so tired, and slept the moment my head hit the pillow. I didn't even know how my comrades, who had also accepted that gift, had fared. I didn't care. Watching somebody die can do that to you.
 
I just had the craziest night! We went to investigate the meteorite, and it really turned out to be an alien spaceship that could best be described as white egg-like object with a Drapion tail! The dying alien, which looked like a blue human-Stantler Hybrid with a sword tail, came out and told us all that he was an Andalite and that our planet was being invaded by Brain parasites called the Yeerks. He then told one of us to get inside of his ship and bring him a blue cube. After Bobby gave him the cube, we were all instructed to touch it and receive the power to morph. I couldn't say no, If that guy was telling the truth, then we may be Earth's only hope. I was one of the first ones to touch it and I felt a strange sensation. Soon afterwards, what appeared to be bug-shaped fighters and a battle ax landed and another Andalite came out, only this time, he was giving off an extremely menacing vibe. I knew right away that he was an enemy. He was the Yeerk leader, Visser three. I knew that no one in the group could possibly fight him, and thankfully, I was in a strategic location where I couldn't be seen by him or his stooges. Ya know what I did? I ran for it, all the way back to camp, with everyone else, grateful that I am still alive! This whole thing happened in a matter of minutes and I am already tired.

OOC: Yes I know I just switched to first person.
 
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I, Peter as you may remember, ran. I stopped by camp. Everything was normal. No spaceship, no aliens, no Andalite. But I could still feel the power flowing through my veins. So I can surely say it wasn't a dream. Still, everyone acted pretty normal.. At least in comparison to what had just happened. I, however, couldn't wait to try out my powers. It was so awesome, and pokemon in the world! I could be that pokemon.

Why had it happened to us? Maybe the alien had chosen us, as the saviors of the universe? No, impossible. It could happen from pure randomness. No, it was destiny. In class, we once had a big discussion on destiny. We concluded with that destiny is the consequences of all your choices. No, you don't change your destiny. You choose your destiny. It can be compared to a game show, where there are some doors, and you have to pick one. Usually there's a car or a check behind the winning door. The Destiny Game show, however, has millions of doors. There are a number of winning doors, where there is a positive outcome behind, and an equal amount of loosing doors, where a negative outcome is behind. You pick a door by doing something, and something happens because of that. Now, that is what I call destiny.
I, myself, picked what classes to attend in school, and the teachers chose this group on the field trip. I chose to go, and therefore my destiny ended up here. With amazing, DNA-absorbing, morphing powers. I'm like a Ditto!

Now, back to the story, I looked through the grass, but the Kriketune were really hard to find, so I had no luck getting any DNA. I was disappointed, and went to sleep. Or rather, I tried to sleep. But I was awake a long, long time. What destiny would I choose now?...
 
(OOC: Oops :P Sorry about that :D)

Terrance was back at camp, huffing and puffing like the rest. That was a once in a lifetime thing - no doubt.

He sat down and tried to recall everything. So these blue aliens came here and warned us of 'Yeerks' or something invading? Those aliens could take over your mind apparently, so that was an obvious reason to be scared about this. But that blue cube... wow. The big thing said that if you touch it, you get the ability to morph into any pokemon you make contact with. Now, when are you going to get another opportunity like that? Never, that's when. So you take it, don't you? It was a weird, almost light headed sensation Terrance had when he touched it. That moment was almost perfect - until another ship appeared. That's when he legged it.

So, here he was. He could only assume everyone else was imagining the same as him. Being able to morph into any pokemon? There must be a catch. Or then again there might not be, in which case it's all good.

Just then a large explosion back where the ship was rumbled, sending a large fireball up into the sky,

"K.O!" Terrance shouted in awe with a grin - he just couldn't resist.

In all seriousness though - the aliens were going to attack. Quite frankly, this made him nervous.
 
(OOC: My sleeping post. Btw, I caved T.T and wrote in 1st person.)


"So...who's gonna go check it out?" Bobby asked kind of hesitantly. The kid was in my Astronomy and Mythology class, and yeah, we'd help each other time to time, but ultimately, I'd never hang out with him or anything. He was just there. It was at this point I was already sitting up, looking from face to face in the flickering firelight. Nobody made a move. After a few seemingly endless minutes, Bobby finally spoke up again. "C'mon, let's all go. That way some of us may live to tell the tale." If I didn't know the kid, I would've thought he was serious, but that's just Bobby… He soon got up and headed cautiously towards the impact-site, with most of the group (Including myself) following suit.

Smoke flew over the treetops as we struggled through the pitch black forest, only visible against the moon and stars. To be honest, I had no trouble seeing anyways. I've always had a Hoothoot's eye in the dark. And luckily for you, it gave me the advantage of not tripping and killing myself on the way there.


After a few minutes, we finally reached… I still don't know what to make of it, but I can tell you, it was no meteor, not even close. ...Fine, I'll explain it, but please don't call the funny farm on me. What I saw, could only be described as a UFO, a spaceship, complete with its own alien. Yeah, alien. Not Marvin the Martian, an alien. It had the body of a Rapidash, stalk like eyes, and a tail like a Scorpi; not to mention it was blue. Yeah, an alien.

I think the strangest part (if there is one) of the whole experience was the way the alien, Elfindor or Elfangor or something like that, talked. For a moment, I thought maybe I hit my iPod and was accidently listening to a conveniently relevant song. However, as I took the phones out, I somehow knew that wasn't the reason. The voice had come from inside my head! If that's not an invasion of privacy, I don't know what is.

Again, the alien's voice projected in my head as it held out a strange blue cube. <It will give you the power to morph any Pokemon on the planet...> He/she/it choked out. So here I was, standing a few feet away from a totaled UFO and a blue alien telling me to touch a cube that supposedly would give me the power to transform into Pokémon. I don't know what emotion caused me to put my hand on that cube so quickly, but I did.

No sooner had I done so, however, a small shock traveled through my body, kind of like when I stepped on my Uncle's Pikachu's tail (Completely an accident. Seriously).

It was only the alien's panicked scream which brought me back. I don't know exactly what he said, as my jumbled thoughts mixed with his feverish "screaming" but I remember the context. "Run." At first, I didn't really know what he was talking about or why, but that was obviously before I saw the being I now know as "Visser Three". It looked like Elfangor in every way, but from what the real Elfangor was yelling… let's just say it gave me enough incentive to run.

And that's just what I did.

I ran as fast as I could into the woods. Really, I didn't know what direction. All I know is, when an extra-terrestrial alien tells you to run, you probably should. After a few minutes of sprinting, I stopped, leaning against a tree for support. I'm fairly athletic, but still, my lungs felt like they were about to burst. I collapsed against the trunk, absorbing all that had happened. I didn't have long to fathom it though, as the rustling of leaves sounded behind me. Instinctively, I jumped up and turned to defend myself, fully expecting the worse to be standing behind me. On my feet, I was faintly able to see my potential "attacker". Its trademark yellow rings and eyes stared straight back at me. As quickly as it arrived, the Umbreon fled back into the woods.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath. However, the feeling of relief I was expecting didn't come as soon as I hoped.

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Turns out I wasn't too far from the camp after all, a two to three minute walk/jog at the most. I stopped, gathering my breath and dusting off my clothes before I walked into the camp, I'm told, with a slight smile on my face. However, all I remember is walking straight into my cabin and falling asleep.
 
Visser Three had just destroyed Elfangor by tranforming (or morphing?) into some kind of alien monster. He began issuing orders about some Counsil, but I couldn't even focus on that. Elfangor was gone, when we had only just met him. I turned around and puked in the bushes. I spat out the rest and knowing we wouldn't be safe there, I began to quietly walk back to the campsite. The others were already ahead of me.

We didn't really say anything when we made it back to camp, we went straight for our tents. I hopped into my sleeping bag and didn't even try to sleep. I just lay there replaying the whole night in my head. Eventually dawn broke and I gave up on sleep. I threw on some shoes and stepped outside. A pinkish light filled the campsite. It was still dark and light at the same time ya know? Very early.

I sat down on a log by the fire which still had burning embers from last night. Its a miracle they didn't find us. I thought to myself. I stirred the embers which circled in the pink air. Hopefully one of us will step up and tell us what to do...I thought. As long as it isn't me! I'm a follower not a leader...

Eventually the day broke and the sun finally began to really rise, with the pink light fading and the light of a new day approaching. I began to make breakfast for myself and the others. I wondered how they were doing and how they were dealing with it. As the pancakes were beginning to form I looked up at the sky and wondered if the Yeerks were up there right now, looking down at us. I wondered how we were going to do this and how would we survive the impending appocalpyse. I looked down at the pancakes and groaned. Now I was wondering how I was going to explain to my group what happened to breakfast...
 
When I woke up, everything seemed completely normal. Huh. It was just a dream, I thought blearily, sliding into a sitting position. Then I felt the lump of the morphing cube in my pocket, and my hopes were dashed with sullen acceptance.

With a dower grimace on my face, I grabbed a granola bar, ripping off the wrapper and parting the folds of my tent. I had gone to sleep in my clothes, and frankly, I was too angry to change. I stepped out the flap, and suddenly, froze.

A Zigzagoon was poking its nose in the remains of our fire, apparently convinced that there was food in the glowing embers. Or maybe the furry little mongrel liked getting its nose covered in ash.

And then it hit me. Carefully and slowly, I lowered my granola to the Zigzagoon's level, waving it tantalizingly and making those little clicking noises people do when they try to snare wild animals.

The clicking noise didn't really help, but the Zigzagoon was hungry. It turned its head, eyes wary. It crept forward, and as if on cue, that song from Jaws popped in my mind.

It took a step forward. Dun…dun. Its other paw came, hesitantly. Dun-dun. It hop-skipped about half a foot. Dundun. I waved the granola a little more vigorously. Dundun, dundun. Just a little closer, and I could test out this morphing… Dundun dundun dundun! And when the music reached a crescendo in my head, I acted, seizing the beast.

It squirmed and kicked, lashing out my face and cutting my lip. Snarling almost as much as the Zigzagoon was, I pinned it to the ground and tried to figure out how exactly I was supposed to turn into it. I stared hard at it- and then, it fell into a kind of trance. The Zigzagoon grew sleepy and limp, and I felt the same tingling as when I touched the cube.

I kept looking at the Zigzagoon, and as the beast began to stir again and its form became more definite in my mind…I began to change.

The fur came first- a thick, black bandit's mask around my face, followed by sporadic intervals of brown and white. Jaws was cut short as Thriller sprang into action. I nearly threw my head up and howled at the moon.

If the moon had been up. If I had been morphing an Arcanine, and not a Zigzagoon.

Instead, I collapsed onto my hands, but they were no longer hands but paws. I was shrinking, a sensation not unlike falling, but I never hit the ground. My face elongated- I actually heard my guts squelching into different positions, rearranging, morphing. Ears shifting to the back of my head, my eyes flashed and turned black. Out of nowhere, a bushy tail sprouted from my behind, and the claws came out with a metallic shick.

Then the morph was complete. Or so I thought.

And then a wave of happy engulfed me. Curious, I bit and snapped at the clothes that entangled me, rolling around and around until I was hopelessly lost in my garments. Then I burst out in a rabid frenzy, but for some reason, the world was still dark. I batted underwear off of my eyes. <That's better.>

Honest to goodness, being Zigzagoon is like being high, all the time. I twitched, sniffing the air. Food! I tackled the granola, viciously laying waste to it. And then something caught my eye.

A bushy tail, waving behind me…I lunged for it. But it was gone! I turned around! <Ha-ha! You can't escape me!> I cried in that thought speak Elfangor had used, and lunged again. But the tail disappeared, just when I moved!

My lunge brought me to the flap of a tent, I didn't know whose. I batted at the flap playfully, tail completely forgotten. And at this point, Ivan came back up. The human halted the Zigzagoon's playful antics. I froze…there was something I had forgotten…

The Zigzagoon! It was getting away! I dashed after it, but luckily it had been held up by the granola. I tackled it, scuffling in the dirt with my clone. <Somebody help me get this thing down!> I cried as I fought.
 
I was asleep in my tent, and I woke up to the sound of two Zigzagoons scuffling. I got out and I saw that they were apparently fighting over a Granola bar.Why they were fighting over something like that, I had no idea. I then noticed Ivan's clothes lying on the ground and I then realized what had happened. Ivan had morphed a Zigzagoon! I then heard a thoughtspeak message, <Somebody help me get this thing down!>. I then went and helped Ivan pin down the real Zigzagoon.
 
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Hello, I'm Dane. Just Dane. I can't tell you my last name, none of us can. Because then we'd be screwed. There are nine of us, nine equally 'special' kids. Hmph. I don't remember what it was like before. When I was normal. If I had the choice, I would never give this up. Now that I know of that horrible species, the ones called Yeerks. They came from another planet, and they...They took over us. Some of us anyways. If any of this is confusing, let me explain.

Yeerks are grey, sluglike creatures that are...parasites. They worm their way into your head before wrapping their disgusting slimy bodies around your weak little brain. After that, you're lost. We call them controllers, bodies that are 'controlled' by a yeerk. And, y'know, it wouldn't suck nearly as badly if it weren't for one thing: We aren't the only species that the yeerks have encountered. Now, let me start from the beginning...When I was normal.

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I sat in silence near the campfire, watching my companions, along with the things that watched us. I could hear the occasional rustle of a zigzagoon, or the beating of a murkrow's wings. I also felt my scar, prickling as if it was anticipating something. Something important, something big. I shook my head and smiled, before looking at the others. I reached around and grabbed my bag, trying to find the marshmallows I smuggled out of the house. I pulled one out and started moving it towards my mouth when I saw it.

It looked like a meteor, hurtling through our atmosphere towards the earth. My eyes widened as I realized it was getting closer. I stood up and walked closer to the others, and I watched the object glow. I watched it become bigger and bigger, until I lost sight of it among the trees. When I looked down, everyone else had started running. I cursed briefly before running to catch up.

I ran behind them, and began wincing. I briefly thought back and sighed, my shoes were sitting next to my backpack back by the fire. I shook my head and gritted my teeth, trying to withstand the pain of the various rocks and roots on the ground. "Stupid-ow-forest!" I held a button on my watch and examined my foot momentarily. I was bleeding. I half hopped to the others, which were now crowded around the...thing.

I guess one could call it a ship, in a way. It was roundish and silver, with a sharp looking weapon hanging off the back. The weapon looked menacing, and then I saw the creature coming out of it.

My face looked calm. In reality? I was panicking. The creature had a humanoid torso, and a body very similar to that of a rapidash or other equestrian. I stared straight into its face and gagged. It had two lines on both sides of its face, gashes. Its nose was flat, reminding me of an animal's. None of that was what caused me to gag. It was the eyes. The creature had normal in shape. Attatched to the top of the head however, were stalks. at the end of the stalk, there was an eye. it appeared as if it could swivel freely, unbound by what the other eyes were bound by.

I managed to gain control of myself as Bobby came out of the ship holding a...cube. I steppped forward, eager to hear an explanation. I had never heard thought-speak before this moment. <Here. Place your hands on this cube. It will give you the power to morph.> I quickly did so, terrified of his razor-sharp Scorpion tail. I listened to his description of morphing, Even though I didn't try it until later. We could stay in a form for no more than 2 hours. It was after the cube sent a tingling feeling into my body, that all hell broke loose.

I saw the creatures known as Hork-bajir for about 2 seconds. Then I ran like hell. I felt my feet hit the ground, I felt the rocks created by geodudes wrestling scrape my soles. all at once, a searing pain entered my foot. Some jerk had left a beer bottle in the middle of the forest! I faltered for a moment, and started to hop, keeping my sliced up foot off of the ground. Compared to that ex-marine's knife, this was nothing. I continued to hop, seeing the fire that determined camp up ahead.

I grabbed my bag and limped behind the tents, not wanting to attract attention. I grabbed a branch, and placed it in my mouth, between my teeth. Carefully, I pulled the shard of glass out of my foot, wincing. I then reached into my bag and grabbed what I needed: a needle and some clean thread. I pulled a lighter out and sterilized the needle. When I was ready, I began to thread my wound, in, out, in, out. I reached the end of my injury and tied it off, before biting the excess thread off of the needle. I looked down at my hands, saw that they were bloody, and groaned. If my hands had blood, my shirt had blood. I walked out from behind the tents, and just to prevent anything, I said, "Don't ask."

I went to my tent, closed up shop, and went to bed.

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I had heard the noise long before Ivan thought-spoke to us. The only reason that I wasn't out sooner was because I had to change. when I did get out, I heard Ivan 'speak.' <Somebody help me get this thing down!> I looked around, when I saw it. A zigzagoon. Jeremy was trying to get it down as well. The second I touched that furry little bastard I felt it. The same tingly feeling from when I touched the cube. I stepped back and looked around, trying to find Ivan. Then my eyes widened as I realized that he was the other zigzagoon.

I stared in shock. "There is no way...I have got to try this." I tried to relax. I said many magical words in my head. I thought TRANSORM! and MORPH! over and over. Then I just got a feeling, just concentrate on a zigzagoon. So, I did.

It was almost instantaneous, and it was REALLY weird. I felt my body shrink, and my bones contorted. I felt everything just shift, until I too was a small brown ball of fur. <NO F-NG WAY! THIS IS-> Then it kicked in, the zigzagoon's brain.

I shook the large clothes off and let it take over, the zigzagooon. I ran around, I chased my tail, and I could only walk in a zigzag pattern. Then I spotted the marshmallow. It was covered in dirt, stepped on, and it looked like I had dripped on it last night. I panicked, I told myself no,but in the end, the Raccoon's brain won. I gagged a few times before I managed to regain control of myself. I shook my tiny furry head. This was fun...how?

I shook my head again before I remembered Ivan. <Ivan, do you not see that we are both zigzgoons fighting another zigzagoon over a granola bar? THIS IS AWESOME!> My mind whirred. <This...could make us rich!> My little body danced around, I was so happy until...<Ivan, we're naked and our clothes are all over the place.>


((OOC: I apoligize for the bit of powerplaying I did here. You told us to help you get the zigzagoon, and I am. If I sound rude, I do not mean to. I'm just...actually, nevermind.))
 
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(OOC: And now for my fail post! *strikes heroic pose*)

My name is Taylor. My last name? I'd tell you what it is, but then I'd have to kill you. Don't believe me? Just try me. Ask me my last name, I dare you. I should warn you, though; I'm now capable of things that I never would have dreamed possible before the Yeerks came. Why can't I tell you my last name? Because the less that people know of me, the better. Chances are, you're a weak-minded person. You're the kind of person the Yeerks would prey on for that kind of information. I can't let that happen. I have to save the world from those monsters, and I suppose that means that I'm going to be saving you, too.

So don't you dare ask me for my last name, you idiot.

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The quiet is what had woken me up in the first place. I was used to sleeping with a noise machine, you see. It was always set on the ocean waves sound. Very loudly. Needless to say, I wasn't used to sleeping at the mercy of any Pokemon that decided to call out in the middle of the night. But I also wasn't used to the lack of sound that I heard now. I groaned and turned over in my sleeping bag, attempting to find a comfortable place on the packed dirt ground that was separated only by the thin bottom of the tent. Yet another thing that I wasn't accustomed to. What kind of school sent their students on a stupid camping trip in the first place? With no chaperone? In a group that was all boys except for one girl, for goodness sakes! And, to top it all off, in an area that just happened to be invaded by a swarm of aliens!

Everything suddenly crashed down on me, memories flooding through my mind of the night before. The aliens, the message, the cube... What the heck was a morph supposed to be, anyway?! And how were we supposed to save the world from anything when we can't even control our own hormones?

I had staggered back here the night before, still dazed and confused from all the unadulterated strangeness that had occurred. I had gone into my tent without so much of a word to my companions and promptly set to work writing everything that I could remember. It was hard to write while trying to hold a flashlight, mind you, something that obviously had eventually beaten me, judging by the open notebook and burned out flashlight that was lying on the floor.

I knew that it was still much to early to even consider getting up yet, so I closed my eyes tightly and tried to force myself to fall asleep, and when that failed, I simply laid on my back defeatedly, staring at the top of my tent until I lost consciousness.

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This time it was the noise that woke me up.

It sounded like there was a pair of wrestlers were doing a little bit of sparring outside my tent, what with all the grunting and rusting and scraping of dirt. I sighed and pushed myself out of my sleeping bag, silently lamenting my lack of clean clothing to change into. I put on my shoes and tied them (they were just tennis shoes, as I would never have dreamed to take my good shoes out here) before unzipping the opening of my tent.

"Jason! James! Jeremy! Whatever the heck your name is, what happened!" I shouted, shocked by the sight that met me. "Don't tell me that all these things got into our food."

It was utter chaos in our campsite. There was a Zigzagoon running amok through the space between their tents, obviously excited about something. There were piles of clothing everywhere, and Jeremy was holding down another Zigzagoon along with yet another little fluff ball also pinning it down.

"What do you think you're doing to that poor little thing!?" I demanded, stomping forward and pushing aside the guy whose name started with J and throwing the Pokemon off from on top of the one that had been held down. I picked it up gingerly, the Zigzagoon having long since given up trying to get away and instead hung limply in her arms.

"Now was that any way to treat a sweet little Pokemon?" I demanded.

There wasn't a chance for me to continue on my little lecture, however, because at that moment my body started to change. I cried out in shock as I felt my body shrink and change shape. Fur sprouted out over my entire body and I fell down on all fours, suddenly being smothered by the clothes I was wearing moments before.

<What the->

I pushed aside my clothing and stumbled out of the pile, blinking in confusion as I looked around.

<Oh... Right... Morph...>

I was suddenly jarred with a single realization. The other Zigzagoon must be the other campers, which meant that they were boys, and I was now naked! I hurriedly raced around, carefully pushing my clothing into a pile and taking care to make sure that there was no way that they could see my underwear. I turned back to the others and snarled.

<Say anything, and I'll bite your face off.>
 
Some how or another, I had gotten back to camp in a bit of a frenzy. I considered myself lucky to be alive and went to my tent. I sat down on my sleeping bag and fell to my pillow. I was exhausted from what had just happened.

"Freakin' aliens," I said to myself as I tried to fall asleep. Lucky for me, I did. I remember dreaming about everyone on earth, being peaceful and junk. After several moments, I watched those aliens appear and destroy everything and everyone in sight. This scared the mess out of me, causing me to wake up in a cold sweat. The sun was just now coming up, and I was hungry. I looked to my bag and took out some Pokemon Crackers, along with a protein chocolate bar. I quickly ate them up, and it was around that time I heard a ruckus from one of my neighbors. I went outside, only to see that there were several Zigzagoon somehow communicating with each other. To say the least, I thought they looked kinda cute.

"Ain't this cute," I remember saying when I picked up a Zigzagoon that appeared to be super tried. I remember saying something to it, something along the lines of I am gonna take you home, until I felt the same shock I got from the blue cube.

"Oh cr-" was all I said as I felt my bones and guts start rearranging themselves. For someone my size and height, it felt really strange and it kinda hurt. Nonetheless, when everything was done, I was a Zigzagoon. My only thought was this:

"THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?" was what that thought was as I looked at the other Zigzagoon. It then hit me they could be members from my group.

<Yo.> was all I could think of saying when I saw a granola bar on the ground. I remember having this huge feeling of curiousity sweeping through my small fluffy body as I started running in a zig-zag style fashion towards it.

<MINE!> was what I shouted when I finally got to it.
 
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I awoke the way most people hate, music blasting into my ear. It wasn't the sweet sound of Owl City either, what played was "In Too Deep" by Sum 41. Of course, I did have Alarm Tunes set early (early being anytime before noon). But Why? Probably for some stupid camp activity or something. I don't remember.

Anyways, I jolted up out of my sleeping bag and rapidly looked around the room, startled by the band's signature song. It took me a minute to realize what exactly was happening. Sighing, I took my iPod out of my pocket, and turned down the volume. Some of the others were still asleep, I momentarily thought of waking them up, but pushed the idea aside.

A faint smell of smoke filled the air. Hesitantly, I smelled my sports top. It reeked of smoke. Weird, since I hadn't been that close to the fire to begin with; Must've been the wind, or the fact I had worn it basically this whole trip. To top it all off, my favorite sports top was covered in twigs and burs from last nights "adventure."

I paused, thinking about last nights events. The alien, what he said, everything flooded back into my mind at once. It had to be true, the panic I felt running through the woods, the shock from the cube, all felt real. I slowly brought the hand which I touched the alien's cube out of my pocket. Did I really have the power to "morph" into any Pokemon?

Suddenly, a voice derailed my train of thought.

"Jason! James! Jeremy! Whatever the heck your name is, what happened!" Judging by the clearly feminine voice, it had to be Taylor, the only girl in our group (bowchikabow- *smacked*). That, or Bobby. "Don't tell me that all these things got into our food."

I must have still been a bit sheepish, because the whole message didn't register and I took my sweet time. I reached into my bag, taking off my usual wear, and putting on a new pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, my black headband, and red "Redskins" hoodie, before walking outside. However, I was met with something I did not expect. About four Zigzagoon were running around the area, surrounded by some food and three piles of clothes. One of them was hiding in what looked like a woman's pair, and the others were running around chasing their tail, par one who looked so tired out, and just resounded to snacking on a bag of chips. Our bag of chips. Who knows what they also were getting into?! And what if one ran into our cabin? Jeremey was also there, looking around in disbelief.

"Yo! Jeremey!" I shouted, looking around for a stick or something to aid me. "Help me chase these things away!" When I couldn't find anything, I went to plan B, which in retrospect was pretty stupid, but it was early. I slowly walked over to the Zigzagoon eating the chips.

"Don't move..." I muttered under my breath as I approached the sleepy Zigzagoon, hoping that in someway, shape, or form, it would stop the Pokemon from moving. My plan was to grab some chips, and throw it into the woods, hoping the Zigzagoon would follow it in. Again, it was early and I was tired.

As soon as I was within reaching distance, I quickly reached down and grabbed the bag, however, the Zigzagoon grabbed my hand in it's mouth. As soon as it bite thought, I could feel the bite grow lax, like it was becoming as tired as I was. It took me a moment to register what happened, but when I did, I recoiled back so fast I broke the sound bagrier. I jumped back a few steps before looking at my hand. The bite, luckily, didn't even break the skin, probably because the Zigzagoon was expecting to bite the bag instead of me. Whatever the reason, it gave me the luxury of not having to worry about rabies, but it still stung. Not only that, but it oddly, felt similar to when I touched the cube.

As I observed the damage, my hand began to feel strange. However, what happened next not even Nostradamus could predict. Small brown hairs began to grow where the bite was. At first I thought it was my imagination, but as it kept growing and growing, the thought began to diminish. I pulled up my sleeve, finding the same on my arm. The insides of my palm felt rough as well. Now in a panic, the hair only seemed to grow faster, taking on a brown and white pattern as it became fur. Fearfully I glanced over at Jeremey.

"What the hell-!?" I didn't have time to finish my question, because my face began to push into a muzzle. I could feel my ears moving to the top of my head as well. On top of all this, I was shrinking, smaller and smaller until I was the size of a regular Zigzagoon, causing my clothes to collapse on top of me. Although, I have to note my headband was still around my neck and earphones were still in my now more sensitive ears, blasting Sum 41. Shaking my head, I desperately tried to stop the now insanely loud noise. I succeeded, but as I did so, I could feel the fur settle in, as well as a "Bandit mask" of the Pokemon that I realized what had happened. The Zigzagoon all around the camp were the other campers. As I felt a tail grow from my spine, a feeling of... happiness is the only way I can describe it, set in.

Everything seemed like it was fun. And the smells were amazing! I could smell the bag of chips, other Zigzagoon, and even breakfast for the rest of the campers. I scratched the back of my head with my hind paw before looking for something to do. Fun came to the Zigzagoon side of me when the wrapper from the bag of chips was blown by the wind. Immediately, I ran off, jumping up and batting it with my front two paws. Eventually I caught it and brought it down, batting it around a few times before grabbing it in my mouth. Suddenly and sheepishly, I realized what I was doing, but still didn't release my grip on the wrapper.

<Alright... This is... weird.>
 
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(I know, I've changed to 1st person too. But I've never tried it before and feel this is a good way to check it out :))

It was a sudden sneeze that brought me round again. God knows how long I'd been up last night, and it felt good to have slept that long. Hopefully it wasn't too late. Anyhow, as I sat up inside his tent and craked my stiff neck a couple of times, I could hear some commotion outside. Everyone else must've been getting breakfast sorted or something. And where there was food, I was sure to follow.

I shuffled about in my tent, pulling my trousers on and throwing on my green shirt. For some reason I felt compelled to put my hat on too before I entered the sunny world outside. Just an old habit of mine.

However, what I found when I emerged from my cocoon was dissapointing to say the least. No breakfast was being made - so that was an obvious bummer. What made things worse though was that there was a pack of Zigzagoon running riot within the camp.

"Hey guys we got intruders," I called out calmly, "can you give us a hand here?"

Nobody answered. I noticed the scattered clothes everywhere however, which led me to a conclusion - everyone else must've gone to get showers, and the Zigzagoon had raided their stuff. Why though? I saw a small bar or buscuit or something being tossed about. Ahh, the were hungry. Well, they were also being pests. I walked in and grabbed the bar, hoisting it into the air out of the pokemons' reach.

I tried to scare them off, "No! Bad pokemon! Away, you go away!" I said trying to shoo them off. However they didn't budge, infact the were all looking at eachother instead...

Well, all except one. There was one Zigzagoon among the rest who seemed to be pretty weak - it was all ruffled and panting for breath. It was probably the runt or something, so I walked over to it and offered it the rest of the bar I salvaged,

"There you are buddy," I said as the pokemon sniffed it and grabbed it in his mouth, "There you go, enjoy what there is." I patted the pokemon's head. This was the real beauty of nature, not that friggin' alien from last night. At that I felt my stomach sink. He could make us morph couldn't he? By touching pokemon?

I sighed heavily before I suddenly felt my body tighten. It was pretty uncomfortable, and I fell to my knees with a thud as I clenched my chest. I could feel my body shrinking - it was unbelievable. I looked at my hand and saw them shrink into stubby things, with small claws poking out of the chubby fingers. My clothes suddenly became sheets over me, and were rubbing off of my fur. Wait, my fur?! I glanced behind me and saw long fur sprouting out of my back, face, all over. Suddenly, my mouth grew into a snout, my nose shrank into a black ball and I could literally feel a pop in my, other end, when a tail grew out.

<S**t> is all I had to say before shaking myself and loosening my newly arranged muscles. The reality suddenly clicked - everyone else had turned into a Zigzagoon.

I coughed. I noticed my hat lying next to me, so I tried to put it on somehow. It sat one my head and back - big, but it would have to do.

<Best. Schooltrip. Ever.> I said.
 
While I had the Zigzagoon pinned down, I felt a familiar sensation, and the Zigzagoon had instantly went limp. Soon after a girl, Taylor I believe her name was, pushed me away and threw Ivan aside. I looked around in disbelief, turns out that whole alien encounter wasn't a dream and it was all real! I then closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I can. I thought about becoming the Zigzagoon. After a while, I felt myself falling, off of what felt like a tall building. I opened my eyes and saw that I was growing fur and felt a tail growing. The whole thing was painless, but it felt like it should have been, if you know what I mean. I tried to talk, but my face was becoming a muzzle and all I could say was "Zig?" I knew by then that the morph was complete. I then saw other Zigzagoon fighting over food. <Oh boy, food!> I then went toward them in a zigzag motion and tried to steal some. I managed to take a bag of chips from another one and eat nearly the whole thing. after that, I thought, "Wait, what the heck am I doing? Snap out of It!"
 
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I woke as a chill, morning breeze entered the tent from an opening. I had only remembered to zip the mosquito net shut last night. I didn't really hear anyone outside, but oh, my left arm was SO cold! Have you ever slept with a part of your body outside the bed? I hate that, because that part becomes so cold I even can't touch myself. Regarding this, it took an unusual amount of time and noise to get dressed. Once dressed in a white shirt, with collar, and a pair of dark-shaded, denim jeans, I finally heard the wacky noise outside. It sounded like a chemical reaction gone wrong!

I took a couple of steps outside, and I saw at least five Zigzagoon ravaging the camp, and a burned breakfast at the fire. Back to those Zigzagoon however, I saw lots of clothes lying in piles, as if the others had turned into dust. One of the Zigzagoon was sleeping by one of the bunches of clothes. I went over too it. I noticed how Zigzagoon actually were very, very cute. It looked like a small, thief-puppy! I couldn't control myself. Forgetting rabies and all that, I touched it's fluffy fur spiking out, backwards. It didn't wake up, so I continued. Suddenly, I got the whole idea. I could almost hear the light bulb flickering over my head. They had all transformed! Could I transform. Was this an original Zigzagoon? I tried starting a thought-conversation with it/him/her... Nothing. Had to be the original. So I tried morphing.

I closed my eyes, and cramped all my muscles, almost vibrating. Tried to start the shifting of body-composition. It didn't work. I thought about the Zigzagoon, I obsereved it. The abdomen was slightly-... I was interrupted by itchy feels all over my body. A Zigzagoons hair was growing. I had succeeded! The hair grew about 25 cm, before my organs and skeleton started shifting. It was pretty uncomfortable, especially in the waist and the lower leg, which was split into two bones. Claws grew out of my paws, and my eyes became all black. After 2 minutes, it was finished. I was a Zigzagoon.

It felt awkwardly similar to my normal behavior, as I watched vegetation. I was as always extremely curios on the medical effects of the foliage. Of course, I had already taken samples. I started looking at the other things, and oddly, I felt just as curios. I walked, forcedly in a zig-zag pattern, over to the burned breakfast at the camp fire. I started sniffing it, and took a bite. It tasted good. I sniffed the gravel and... tasted it? It tasted just as good, surprisingly...
I walked over to the rest of my group, who were having just as fun as me. I telepathically sent a kind of "happy-signal"... And continued smelling, and tasting everything...
 
I realized what was going on and stopped what I was doing. We were humans in morph and the Zigzagoon's brain has apparently taken control of all of us! 2 hours is all we have before... <Guys, snap out of it! The Zigzagoon's brain is taking control of us! That alien did not give us the morphing power to have fun, He gave it to us to save the planet! The clock is ticking, Don't forget about the two hour time limit!> I felt bad about crashing the party, but I knew in my heart that that was the truth.
 
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