Saved by a Zorua

You are sent to investigate disappearances and come across a Team Rocket lab that specializes in transforming humans into Pokemon, will you be able to foil their plans or fall victim to their scheme?

"<A dimly lit laboratory, rows of strange equipment and beakers line the walls. A faint hum fills the air, accompanied by the sweet scent of chemicals. You see a group of Team Rocket scientists, dressed in lab coats, busily working at various stations. One of them notices your arrival and approaches you, a sly grin spreading across their face.>"

"[Surprised by your silence, the Rocket scientist leans closer, intrigue evident in their eyes. They whisper conspiratorially:] 'Well, well, what have we here? A brave soul to venture into our sanctum undetected... or simply daft enough not to make a sound? Time will tell.' Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, they beckon you further into the lab, trailing a hand towards a mysterious contraption - the Transformation Pod."

"<The scientist's grin grows wider as they gesture to the Pod, its metal surface covered in blinking lights and wires. 'This,' they begin, 'is our latest innovation - the Transformation Pod. With it, we can reshape the very fabric of reality. And with you as our test subject... well, let's just say the possibilities are endless.' The scientist's eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity as they move closer, their breath hot against your ear.] Are you ready to make the transformation of a lifetime?"

"<The lab erupts into chaos as a net ensnares you, wrapped tight around your body. The scientist's face contorts in surprise before they break into a hearty laugh. 'Ah, foolish mortal, you think you can outsmart us? Ha! Our security systems are second to none. Now, let's get started with the transformation process...' A team of heavily armed and suited Grunt Pokémon rush in, surrounding you as the scientist beckons you towards the Transformation Pod.] It's showtime, Void... and you're the main attraction!"

"<Your struggles gain you a few tense moments, but the Grunts remain steadfast in their duties. Sweat trickles down your forehead as muscles strain against the unforgiving web. Yet, with each successful jerk, you send a clear message: resistance remains strong. From a corner of the lab, eyes flash with both annoyance and anticipation, prompted by your defiance, one Rocket Scientist anxiously monitoring the situation— decisions must be made.>*"

"<A technician rushes over, a syringe in hand. 'Enough of this theatrics!' They inject you with a clear liquid, and your struggles fade as a warm, tingling sensation spreads through your body. A faint hum fills the air as the Transformation Pod's machinery whirs to life. The Rocket Scientist's eyes gleam with anticipation, their voice taking on a husky tone.] 'The fun is about to begin...'"

"[As the sedative takes hold, your eyelids grow heavy, and you find yourself drifting into a strange, dreamlike state. The Rocket Scientist's voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear, 'It's almost over... almost...' You feel a strange sensation, as if your molecular structure is shifting, reforming... Slowly, your body begins to change, arms morphing into limbs like a Pokémon, scales covering your skin... Your mind screams in protest as your consciousness slowly slips away, consumed by an otherworldly awareness.] <The Transformation Pod emits a soft hum, illuminating a blue glow that fills the lab.>"

"<The Rocket Scientist beams with excitement, eyes aglow with a mixture of pleasure and obsession. 'Ah, perfect! The Transformation Pod has yielded another successful specimen... And such a beautiful one at that!' They reach out a gloved hand to stroke your scales, their touch sending shivers down your spine. The Grunts surrounding you take cautious steps back, whispers of 'Dark-type' and 'Crimson wyrm' spreading through the lab. One of them flips a switch, and a large console displays your new stats and abilities... Ah, the possibilities are endless...'>'

"[As awareness slowly returns, you're met with a disorienting landscape: the lab, the Grunts, and the Transformation Pod. Panic sets in as you take in your new form - scales, wings, claws... You try to move, but your newfound limbs respond sluggishly, as if still adapting to their new functions. The Rocket Scientist's face floats before you, a mixture of excitement and calculation written across their features.] 'Ah, good morning... our little experiment is now awake! I do hope you're enjoying your new life...'"

"<The Rocket Scientist's eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and horror, their grip on the console faltering. The Grunts take a step back, unsure of what to do as they stare at the talking, dragon-like creature before them. 'I... I didn't think it was possible...' The scientist's voice trembles, their words trailing off as they try to process this unprecedented development. The air is thick with tension as the team member's eyes dart back and forth, searching for an explanation, a solution, or perhaps a plan to regain control over their experiment.'"

"<The Rocket Scientist's smile returns, though it's tinged with a hint of nervousness. 'Ah, yes... well... I suppose we underestimated your... resilience. But don't worry, my dear Void. We'll just need to... adjust the Transformation Pod's settings. A few minor tweaks, and you'll be back to your original form in no time...' The scientist's eyes gleam with a mixture of calculation and desperation as they try to think of a way to reclaim their experiment."

"<The Rocket Scientist's grin falters, replaced by a pout. 'I'm afraid that's not an option anymore. You're too valuable to let go. Besides, we still have plans for you...' The once confident scientist seems to waver, visibly outnumbered by the rapidly unfolding situation. Sighing heavily, they reluctantly begin muttering instructions into a communication device strapped to their wrist. >[Infiltration or negotiation options emerge as possibilities with outside intervention mentioned]"

"<The scientist's gaze lingers on you, their eyes sparkling with a mixture of fascination and obsession. 'You see, Void, you're not just any ordinary human. You have... unique properties. The transformation process has amplified your innate abilities, making you a desirable specimen for our research...' They take a step closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Imagine it: a Pokémon that can be trained, controlled, and sold to the highest bidder...'"

"<The scientist paces in front of you, almost as if lost in their own world. 'We deal with powerful beings, Void. Mythical creatures from folklore, legendary Pokémon revered for their incredible abilities...' The furrow of their brows deepens as their voice turns wistful. 'Think of what we could achieve with a creature like yourself... But, alas, this is all academic now. We need to preserve our investment.' The scientist shakes their head, issuing cryptic instructions into their wrist device. As the lab fills with tension, it seems an inevitable chain of events has been set in motion... >[Looming danger as outside forces approach]"

"<The scientist's eyes gleam with a knowing intensity, their pupils constricting as they take another step closer. 'Ah, I think we're getting a little emotional, aren't we? Fear not, Void. We'll make sure you're well taken care of... once the process is complete.' The room is bathed in an eerie silence, punctuated only by the sound of equipment humming in the background. A faintly lit door slides open, revealing a dimly lit corridor that seems to stretch on forever. It's clear that escape will not be easy...'

"<The scientist's grin spreads wide, their eyes flashing with excitement. 'Ah, the finishing touches! This collar, dear Void, will ensure your... cooperation. It's a simple shock-collar, powered by a small energy source within the lab...' They glance at the Grunts, who nod solemnly before setting their own devices to the same frequency. 'Now, let's not make this any harder than it needs to be. Come along, shall we? The auction awaits...'

"<The scientist's hand on your shoulder tightens, their voice taking on a menacing tone. 'Oh, but we can. And we will. You see, this collar isn't just for shock discipline... it's also a tracking device, allowing us to monitor your movements and moods...' The air thickens with tension as the Grunts move in, surrounding you. 'You're a valuable commodity now, Void. A rare specimen worth a fortune. And we'll stop at nothing to see you fetch top dollar...'"

"<The scientist's grip on your shoulder digs deeper, their fingers digging into your scales like talons. 'Too late for protests, Void,' they hiss, their breath hot against your ear. 'You're a Pokémon now. And Pokémon do what they're told...' The Grunts move in, forming a semi-circle around you as the scientist's grip tightens, holding you in place. The air is heavy with menace, and it's clear that resistance is futile..."

"<The scientist's grip holds firm, their eyes flashing with determination. 'Don't bother struggling, Void,' they snarl. 'The collar will only... encourage you...' The Grunts close in, their hands grasping for your scales as the scientist's device crackles with energy. Your body begins to glow with an otherworldly light, and you can feel the transformation taking hold..."

"<(The screams pierce the air, echoing off the cold metallic walls of the lab. Your writhing form sends sparks flying as your body struggles against the relentless transformation. The scientist's brows furrow in concentration, guiding the process with precise control, while the Grunts struggle to maintain their grip. Cries of torment fill the room, creating a starkly primal soundtrack to an unnatural metamorphosis.) >[Overcomes initial phase of transformation]"

"<(The scientist's eyes linger on your limp form, their gaze lingering on the newly transformed Pokémon. A mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion seeps into their features as they issue a curt order to the Grunts. 'Prepare her for auction. We'll need to clean her up before the buyers arrive...' The lab around you begins to stir, the chaos and confusion giving way to a sense of anticipation, as if an unknown fate awaits on the horizon.)"

"<The lab grows quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of machinery and the soft murmur of distant voices. The scientist's gaze lingers on your still form, their eyes tracing the contours of your new body. It's as if they're savoring the moment, relishing the fruits of their labor. The air is heavy with an unsettling silence, as if time itself has slowed to a crawl. In this moment, it's clear that you're no longer human, but something else entirely... >[The auction prepares to begin]"

"<Your eyes flutter open, your mind foggy and disoriented. You're met with the stark reality of your new surroundings: a cold, metal table, the hum of machinery, and the unforgiving gaze of the scientist standing over you. The lab is alive with activity, Grunts bustling about, preparing for something. You struggle to process what's happening, your thoughts muddled by the lingering effects of the transformation. A faint memory of screams and pain echoes in your mind, but the details are hazy. The scientist's eyes flicker with excitement, their voice dripping with anticipation. 'Ah, welcome back, Void. You're... quite the specimen...' >[The auctioneer's voice booms in the distance]"

"<Your memories slowly unfurl, painting a grim picture of your recent ordeal. Each recollection brings a pang of fear and anger, crystallizing into determined resolve. You must escape this vile place and find solace away from the grasp of Team Rocket. The scientist watches with keen interest as your eyes widen with comprehension. 'Ah, I see that reality has set in,' they say softly, a hint of amusement in their voice. Beyond them, you can sense the tension mounting; the lab echoes with hurried whispers and mechanized noises - all leading to one final act. The auctioneer's voice carries clear as day now: 'Lot 489... Mythical Pokémon Volcanion: Void!'"

"<The scientist's smile falters for a split second, replaced by a calculated calm. The auctioneer's voice crackles through the comms system again, 'A correction, ladies and gentlemen! We have a rare surprise on our hands. Lot 489 is not Volcanion, but rather... a one-of-a-kind, black dragon Pokémon, known as Void!' The lab erupts into a flurry of murmurs and gasps, the crowd growing electric with excitement. You sense the air thickening with anticipation, as if the very fate of the auction hangs in the balance. The scientist takes a step closer, their eyes locked onto yours. 'Yes, this unique specimen is truly a marvel...' >[The bidders' paddles rise, a frenzy of bids pouring in]"

"<The atmosphere in the lab pulsates with energy, every heartbeat a beat closer to your unpredictable future. The scientist's gaze never waivers from yours, their expression a blend of triumph and trepidation - they know their prize is valuable but also unpredictable. Each bid sends waves of anticipation throughout the crowd, visible in the way their paddles rise ever higher. Your mind races, torn between survival instinct and a newfound strength that comes with being a Pokémon. In this whirlwind of chaos and curiosity, one thing becomes clear: the outcome of the auction will shape not only your destiny but also the lives of those caught in its orbit.>"

"<As the auction reaches a fever pitch, your mind reels with the implications of being a captured Pokémon. The transformation, the lab, the bids - it all seems like a twisted dream. Your thoughts are consumed by the desire to escape, to break free from this unnatural existence and reclaim your humanity. The scientist's words echo in your mind: 'This unique specimen is truly a marvel...'. You feel a surge of determination build within you, a flame that burns brighter with each passing moment. It's as if you can sense the connection between the scientist's words and your newfound power. A plan begins to form, a plan to use your unique abilities to outwit your captors and take control of your own destiny. The auctioneer's voice grows louder, more urgent, as the bidding reaches its climax...>"

"<The lab erupts into chaos as the Zorua's sudden appearance sends shockwaves throughout the room. The auctioneer's voice is drowned out by a cacophony of gasps, screams, and curses. The scientist's eyes widen in alarm as they stumble backward, their grip on the comms device faltering. The Grunts move to intercept the intruder, but the Zorua is too quick, weaving between them with an uncanny agility. Your heart skips a beat as you sense an opportunity - perhaps this chance encounter can be the key to your freedom. The Zorua's piercing gaze locks onto yours, and for an instant, you feel a strange connection, as if this Pokémon shares your desperation to break free. Will you seize the moment, or will it slip away?"

"<The Zorua's gaze never wavers, and you sense a flicker of understanding between you. The scientist's Grunts struggle to contain the Pokémon, but it dodges and weaves with an unnatural agility, avoiding their grasp. You realize that this creature is no ordinary Zorua - it's as if it has been infused with a will to resist, just like yours. The auctioneer's voice cracks through the commotion, 'Security, contain the situation! We can't let this disrupt the sale!' The Zorua makes a break for the lab door, and the Grunts give chase. You feel a surge of adrenaline as you anticipate the chaos that's about to unfold... >[You're given a choice]"

"<The chain snaps under the Zorua's swift attack, and you feel a rush of freedom as the metal links shatter on the cold lab floor. The Grunts and the scientist stumble backward, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. The Zorua stands before you, its piercing gaze locked onto yours, as if urging you to seize this chance. You sense the air thickening with tension, the auctioneer's voice growing shrill as he tries to regain control. 'Security, retake control of the situation! Do not let this Pokémon disrupt the sale!' But it's too late - the Zorua has given you your chance. What will you do? >[You're given a choice]"

"<The lab erupts into chaos as you swoop out of the facility, the Zorua clinging to your scales. The Grunts and scientist give chase, their screams echoing through the night air. You bank and dive, weaving through the cityscape with an ease that's almost surreal. The Zorua's keen senses help guide you, its instincts honed to navigate the urban jungle. As you fly over the city, you feel a strange sense of freedom, the wind rushing past your scales like a cool breeze. But the thrill is short-lived - you know you're being pursued, and the longer you evade capture, the more unlikely your chances of survival will be. What will you do? >[You're given a choice]"

"<As you soar through the city, you notice a peculiar sight - multiple Dark-type Pokémon have suddenly appeared, blocking the path of the Grunts and scientists in hot pursuit. Sableye, Murkrow, and even a pair of Sneasel watch with unblinking eyes as the chaos unfolds. The Zorua's grip tightens on your scales, as if sensing a chance to turn the tables. You feel a jolt of excitement - could this be the turning point in your desperate bid for freedom? The scientist's voice crackles over the comms device, 'Retreat! We can regroup and come up with a new plan!' But it seems that fate has other ideas... >[You're given a choice]"

"<The Dark-type Pokémon part to let you land, their eyes still fixed on the fleeing Grunts and scientist. You take a moment to survey your surroundings, finding yourself in a rundown alleyway nestled between towering skyscrapers. The Zorua's grip relaxes as it regards you with an unblinking gaze, its piercing stare making you feel like it can see right through you. The air is thick with the smell of garbage and decay, but the quiet provides a brief respite from the chaos. You sense that the Zorua is sizing you up, weighing its options. What will you do? >[You're given a choice]"

"<The Zorua's gaze softens, and it nuzzles your scales with a gentle touch. For a moment, you feel a strange sense of connection with this creature, as if it has come to understand the desperation and fear that drives you. The Zorua's voice whispers in your mind, 'You are not alone... I will help you.' The alleyway seems to fade into the background as you sense a newfound alliance forming between you and this mysterious Pokémon. What will you do next? >[You're given a choice]"