Pallet Town, Kanto Region. Home to the greatest of Pokemon Professors and the one who almost made the best ground-breaking scientific advancement, Professor Oak. It would have been fantastic! Pokemon, talking like humans! The possibilities could have been endless! Only problem?

"Hey, if I ate a pumpkin, would that be cannibalism? Because I'm not a pumpkin anymore." Oak's math was a bit off. This was the product of trusting advanced genetic mathmatics to the guy who couldn't remember his grandson's name. Instead of just talking like humans, the Pokemon he tested on - or at least, the ones who weren't snatched by Team Sinister - wound up looking awfully human-like too. Some more than others. This Pumpkaboo, for instance, could have passed off as perfectly human if she wanted to. Others, not so much. For instance, a Braviary who hadn't awakened from her slumber would have trouble claiming to be human with big-ass wings sticking out her back. This Pumpkaboo - possibly because it was a species that hadn't evolved - was among the first to wake up from a gene-altering nap. If Oak's math was right this time, the ones who hadn't yet awakened would be getting up any moment now.

Perhaps it was due to his bipedal form, meaning less time had been needed to rearrange his skeletal structure. Perhaps it was simply that such a transformation barely impacted him on an emotional level - he had briefly been distracted by the concepts like wrists and ankles, but having a human body did not perturb him otherwise. Perhaps it was his age - he had no idea how old the others were, but fact was it had been his trainer's daughter who sent him to Oak's lab, and he had finished the evolutionary process at least a decade or so ago. Or maybe he was overanalyzing it and it was pure dumb luck. That was equally plausible.

Regardless of the reason, he had woken up relatively early and, after a brief panic attack that left his arm wrapped (lest the glass-made wounds open), he had stayed calm and learned about the situation from Oak. With the new wave of awakenings, Oak had left him to himself, to contemplate what the professor had said.

Giratina, vanished. The world half-wrecked. A new team of criminals who wanted to take advantage of the situation to rule the world.

The former Gardevoir exhaled slowly. Where to go from there?

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The first thing the Porygon-Z noticed was the glass wall. A fire wall? Could she interface with it? She reached up as best as she could within her confinement and touched it. No reply whatsoever. She stared before it clicked. She wasn't in a program, was she? Then - she looked down at herself. Ok, so she no longer floated. That was a thing she had to get used to. Then again, it was always a bit strange to rematerialize after exiting a program. This was just a new form, like...

She frowned. The memory was on the tip of her tongue. Intellectually, she knew she had to have evolved - twice - but she couldn't recall how it actually felt. For that matter, there seemed to be a lot of gaps. Why was she here? Who brought her here? Her frown deepened. Fine, she'd figure it out later. Right now, this tank was feeling claustrophobic. She started with tapping, which progressed into a harsh rapping before the pod opened and she stumbled out before the assistant could ask her if she was ok. Her eyes flickered, gaze sweeping the room. Seemed she wasn't the only one who woke up strange. She moved forward - and fell.

Right, legs.

"Are you okay?"

"Bug off, I need a minute." She sat up, rubbing her forehead. Seemed like it'd be a long day...or year, if this didn't wear off.

Screams and cries, taunts and growls. Mina's nightmare was horrifying as always, though this time it had been a lot longer than usual, tormenting her for what seemed like days, maybe even weeks. Her clan was always the main fear factor in her nightmares, her parents usually the main characters that played in it. In the last one she was kicked out of her clan, accompanied by the usual "You're weak and puny, you don't belong here" chanted as she was brought to the side of the mountain, before her parents suddenly decided it was proper to try and eat her. Mina had a very disturbing mindset...

Now the dream was different from the others. She had been tied up and left by her clan in a separate cave filled with zubat, in hopes the creatures would do the job for them. As she begun to awaken the dream, the nightmare, still lingered. In her groggy state she picked up sounds, beeping and scratching, low rumbles and footsteps. Were it the zubat coming to get her? She panicked, her tail flailing and her wings trying to open, but the ties that held her kept her in place. She almost had a panic attack before the pod she had been in opened and she fell out. She landed on all fours and hissed wildly, still in the remnants of her dream, before realizing something was wrong.
Where was the comforting weight on her forearms where her wings were? Why was her body so long, her sense of hearing so messed up? She looked at her claws, only to see hands, human hands. She fell back and scrambled towards the pod she had exited from earlier, looking around clearly and seeing she was surrounded by humans in white coats. Her throat was dry as she tried to speak, her voice not the usual screeches she brought out, but a clear, human voice.
'W-what.... happened to me...?'