Professor Oak. The best Pokemon professor of the bunch. Also the guy responsible for what was supposed to be a massive breakthrough in Pokemon-trainer relationships. Oak had created a device that would zap a Pokemon's DNA with a harmless laser beam, re-write their genetic codes juuuust a little, and allow them to speak like humans! It was friggin' cool! Lots of trainers were excited about Oak's machine, and a fair few even volunteered to send over one or two Pokemon they either owned for years or just recently caught in the wild for the test run. The day Oak started his machine for the very first time was history in itself. This was three days ago, and all would be well if Oak hadn't chosen the exact wrong day to try something this cool.
Two things went rather wrong in the lab. For one, Oak had miscalculated the program of his machine (I guess he forgot to carry the 1?) and instead of rewriting their code just a little, a Pokemon's entire DNA structure was broken and rebuilt when Oak's machine was used on it. Instead of three hours and human speech, the transformation took three days and granted a Pokemon a new form akin to a combination of their original Pokemon form and that of a human. This was the lesser of two woes. The second thing that went wrong was grunts from a new sinister team - Team Sinister - breaking into Oak's lab not long afterwards, and after roughing up the good professor, Team Sinister took his machine.
Then Team Sinister decided to try their machine on Giratina (we're surrounded by idiots) who one of their grunts had captured (wtf epic grunt) from the Distortion World. Long story short, after Giratina was transformed - the process sped up almost 100-fold due to the Renegade Pokemon's nature - Team Sinister found themselves a few hundred guys smaller, and Giratina found itself one freedom freer. While Team Sinister continued to transform Pokemon into "Pokepeople" after Giratina escaped, a few have been captured by Giratina and convinced that now was the time to destroy humans once and for all.
And so we now find ourselves in a three-way war. Giratina's army, driven by hate and revenge so that humans can finally get the death they so grievously deserve. Team Sinister, whose stolen machine continues to create an army of brainwashed Pokeperson soldiers. And everybody else who just wants to survive and live peacefully after this chaos concludes.
So whose side are you on?
The first thing she noticed was the low hum buzzing in her ear - not too loud, though not especially pleasant either. She tried shifting - felt the cold metal against her back. From what? She opened her eyes; the brilliant light hurt. Her eyes instinctively squinted, trying to dim the light. Her hand raised to shield her eyes - wait, that didn't seem right. But why... Her body ached as she squirmed. Two arms, two legs... wasn't she missing something? She wasn't sure. It was just a feeling. Her arm hit something solid - not metal, but also cold, and it let the light through. Glass? That sounded right. A shadow moved in front of the light, blocking it, and she tensed, eyes wide. The shadow then moved away, and suddenly there was a soft hiss as the glass raised. She tried to lean forward - and immediately her legs gave out. Something caught her - no, someone. A person in a white coat. He brushed her hair away from her eyes.
"Hello there. How are you feeling?" His voice sounded genuinely concerned. She blinked. What was she feeling? Could she answer?
It was then she realized she couldn't remember.
Her breathing began to shallow out. Name, nothing, past, nothing, identity, nothing - something was wrong. All she knew was that something was very, very wrong.
Across the room, the young black-haired man watched with detached interest, his gloved hands resting on his knees as he sat and recovered. His limbs were still stiff - were they not, he would have happily rejoiced and left the lab immediately in pursuit of his trainer. In the meantime, though, it seemed like he would have some time to meet his fellow test subjects. He smiled at the thought, as did the secondary mouth protruding from the back of his skull. Oh, to have new friends! Truly, this experiment was such a blessing! Even if the leathery apron he wore left him a tad chilled. But surely he would find a way to cope.