Slowly her eyes began to open, though swiftly closed again with a painful throb from the front of her skull. The world around her was spinning and all she could do was hope for it to stop sometime soon, and maybe settle her stomach too. Her entire body had a bit of a dull ache, something hard was jabbing into her ribs, too! Just what had happened to cause such a mess!? It was almost like she had been playing in the mountains somewhere and accidentally clocked her head on a rock or low hanging tree branch. All at once so many thoughts burst into her mind, something was amiss here.
While still laying upon the ground with her eyes closed, she attempted to recall what she had been doing previously. But no matter how hard she tried, everything was a blank aside from a rather distant and foggy memory of a rather loud thundering sound of a storm and painfully bright flash. And then nothing, blankness... Normally she would have dwelled more on such an important thing, she didn't even really remember her name! But whatever it was that was jabbing into her ribs was becoming a bit more painful with each breath, it was time to move! Maybe... at least to get this damned whatever it was from jabbing herself.
Grudgingly she carefully jerks an arm free from under herself, quickly starting to feel around the area around her. Even without her eyes opened, she noticed her range of reaching was remarkably shorter. Shorter compared to what? She couldn't recall at the moment, but that wasn't important yet. She continued to feel around the grass for a few moments before she stops eventually, finally reaching around to her rib area to grab the protruding object. Her hand would fall upon something a bit unexpected. It was something hard, but the texture was all wrong for a rock or tree branch. In fact, it was oddly smooth and cool to the touch, despite having been laid on. Maybe she had not been there that long...? Or had she been?
Suddenly she gives the strange structure a good tug, slightly rolling onto her back the best she could. Another thing she noticed... her head felt kind of heavy, and she couldn't even roll over all the way. Something was jutting out from her back. Panic was starting to well up within her as she tried to focus on whatever she had been laying on. Luckily with how she was not laying, it was free without any problems... Her eyes slowly open to inspect the object... now only to add to her growing panic. In her grasp was nothing other than a bone. But her vision was still quite blurry, it looked more like two, and fuzzy. But knowing how she had her hand on it, she was sure there was only one, and it was not fuzzy in the slightest! One end of the bone had been sanded down or something, it appeared to be part of a femur from what she could figure... But why was she laying on a bone? And why was her head feeling so heavy?
As her internal panic began to grow, she forced herself upright, now in a sitting position. At this point she could be screaming, but it doesn't quite reach her throat. She continues to gaze blankly at the bone in her hand, sucking in a shaky breath as she -finally- notices her hand. It was much smaller than she remembered, she was missing a few fingers... in fact, she now had what appeared to be claws. Quickly she placed the bone down into her lap, examining both hands. Two claws on each, one larger than the other, the smaller appearing to be more of a thumb. She again picks back up the bone and sets it back down, only to pick it back up again and to set it back down...
Despite the panic that was still growing in her chest, the thing that bothered her now was her head. It felt oddly heavy. In a way she could get use too, though. In fact, it really wasn't that big of a deal. It was just something else to focus on at the moment instead of the reality she was starting to conclude. The two-clawed hands carefully reach up and start to poke at her 'face'. Though are quickly met with something else, in similar texture to the bone that now sat across her lap. She continues to pat and poke at it for many seconds, sucking in another sharp breath and slowly exhaling. A skull, was she wearing a skull? With another glance down towards the bone in her lap and guessing from the coloration from the back of her hands and her belly... a Cubone?
She shakes her head in full disbelief, such a thing... just was not possible, right? Right? Without warning, her eyes would begin to water and tears start to swell in her eyes! It takes only a few moments, but tears swiftly start to roll down the sides of the skull under her eyes, dripping onto the grass as a soft sob escapes her. The skull itself would suddenly begin to shake, causing it to emit a rather mournful sound. Though even as she lifts her hands up to try and push the skull off, it does little good. The tears and sound would continue, even after she grabs the boneclub once more and pushes herself onto shaky feet. She finally starts to look around, noticing... there were others.
Mainly though an Alakazam caught her attention... he seemed to be going mad with joy? Or was he purely insane? Swiftly the tears would come to a stop, along with the terribly sorrowful sound her skull-helmet was making. A now rather angry look filled her gaze, but she was quite possibly ready to cry again at any moment. What had that pokemon done to cause this? Had he caused it, even? Or was he just here to clean up the aftermath of what someone else had done? Taking another look around, she quickly decided it was his fault! And without even a moment of hesitation she would start to move forward as fast as she could!
Sadly, she does not make it far. Not familiar with this form quite yet, she promptly trips over the very grass that was wet from her own tears and takes a fantastic nosedive right back into it.