Tiran sat alone in his room, typing away on his computer. It was just an average day surfing the World Wide Web and chatting with his cyber buddies via messengers and websites. The time where he usually streamed his story writing to his good friends was quickly approaching. Tiran set up the online radio service in advance in order to get straight down to business in front of his friends when the time came.

“I shouldn’t keep my viewers waiting so long this time,” he said to himself, smiling as he clicked onto his Furaffinity page. “I am glad I finally got this thing to work properly.”

He was about to post a new journal to announce he was about to stream when he heard his Skype going off. Choosing to ignore it for now, Tiran finished up writing the journal and posted it for all to see. Once that was accomplished, he maximized his Skype window and saw the recent message was from NotMolo, one of his friends and watchers. His eyes immediately caught sight of his Pikachu-loving friend’s new avatar. It had changed from a screenshot of Pikachu from the anime to his Pikachu character, Darkening Lotsamoni.

The artwork and detail of the prosperous rodent was impressive; the finest piece of art he had seen for awhile. It was almost lifelike. Darkening’s smug, higher-than-thou smirk stretched across his pampered complexion looked real enough to smack. The animation of the cigarette smoke wafting from the cigarette-holder he twirled with style in his paw waved in a realistic pattern. He could even see the fine texture of Darkening’s tuxedo in great detail.

“I wonder who he got to draw him that?” the teenager wondered before typing up the question to NotMolo.

For a period of time, NotMolo didn’t respond. Tiran’s eyes were too distracted by the animated image to minimize the window. The more he gawked at it, the more it seemed to look like it was being broadcast by a webcam, as impossible as that was. Another Skype sound went off, indicating a second friend had contacted him, but the young adult was still lost in complete fascination to even notice.

“Ah, ha!” the words of NotMolo’s answer appeared. “It’s simply magnificent, is it not?”

“Yeah, who drew it, though?” Tiran wrote next.

Again, there was a long delay. While he waited, Tiran noticed Darkening was now sipping in a classy manner from a tiny china cup. It was becoming more evident that it was much more than an animated icon. There was no way the Skype avatar system would support such a huge file.

“It isn’t a picture, idiot!” NotMolo wrote back.

“Hey, I was just asking!” Tiran hastily typed in response, annoyed by his friend’s uncharacteristic retort. “What’s wrong with you, Molo?”

Unlike the former occasions, NotMolo’s answer popped up within only a few seconds. “I am not the one called Molo! I am someone far better than that pitiful patsy!”

Upon reading this reveal, a cold feeling shot down Tiran’s spine. The realization of his friend’s account being hacked had dawned on his perturbed mind. “Oh, shit...” he spoke out loud.

There was the possibility NotMolo was simply in a bad mood, but a gut instinct was telling Tiran that wasn’t the case. His eyes were drawn to the miniature pencil below the messages. The supposed hacker was writing something. The teen felt like furiously typing a barrage of angry protests to this alleged hacker but stopped when the response came.

“I know you are probably upset, but I want you to look into my eyes...” was the exact comment.

Perplexed and curious, Tiran glanced at the avatar. The prosperous rat had moved his face forward to show only his eyes, which were now filled with blue and orange spirals. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was using his unique style of hypnosis.

“Stop playing games, dude!” Tiran heatedly posted to the imposter. “Why have you hacked my friend’s account?”

The annoying phase of not replying returned, much to Tiran’s irritation. As much as he wanted to, he could not resist looking at the alluring animated image of the swirling multi-coloured eyes. They continued to whirl in the same repetitive yet attracting pattern; around and around, its formation never-changing, Tiran’s eyes ever vigilant on their enthralling appearance.

“Is this...affecting me?” he asked himself, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

Against his better judgement, Tiran persistently kept on gawking in absorption at the hypnotic eyes, becoming sleepier with every passing second. The sounds of Skype going off constantly were nothing more than a decreasing drone. His head was constantly bobbing and his eyelids dropped to half open. His thoughts regarding the identity of this suspected hacker had been forgotten by him, overlapped by a desire to only focus on the vivid spirals. Tiran was so spellbound by the spectacle that he failed to notice his computer screen had started to subtly glow.

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An unknown period of time passed. Tiran was now fast asleep, having been lured in by Darkening’s hypnosis. His nostrils suddenly twitched, picking up the foul smell of cigarette smoke nearby. Tiran mumbled, awakening gradually from his slumber.

“Urg...” he groaned, steadily opening his eyes. “Who is smoking near me?”

When his sight finally adjusted, Tiran gasped in disbelief. He was no longer in his room; he wasn’t even in his house. Beyond any understanding he could possibly comprehend, Tiran was now in an extremely posh living room, complete with luxurious furniture, a grandfather clock softly ticking in the corner and a few chandeliers dangling above.

On further inspection of his posh new surroundings, Tiran saw something even more peculiar. Something that made his eyes expand and his jaw drop. It was a Glaceon sporting a dapper butler outfit carrying a silver tray on its head. Being a huge Pokemon fan, Tiran had seen countless Glaceon in his time, but never one in person, only in art and stories.

“What the hell?” the awestruck human cussed. “Am I dreaming?!”

“You are not dreaming, human,” came a devious male voice from his right side. “You are just in my domain now.”

Tiran looked to his side and saw no one, just the unpleasant sight and smell of cigarette smoke going upwards. He looked down at the ground and saw none other than Darkening Lotsamoni giving him an arrogant smirk.

“You’re-“ Tiran started to utter.

“Yes, I am Darkening Lotsamoni,” the Pikachu proudly stated, exhaling some smoke. “I am also the person you’ve been speaking to all this time.”

Tiran was even more flabbergasted by the Pikachu’s revelation. “How? Why?” he inquired after a little coughing spree.

Darkening shot him a glare. “I don’t usually supply answers to the likes of you, human, but I suppose there is no harm,” he answered. “You know the preposterous saying that money can’t buy anything? Well, that isn’t entirely true.”

“What do you mean by that?” Tiran asked.

“Well, using my vast fortune I managed to, ahem, ‘purchase’ some assistance from experts in technology,” the rich rodent elaborated, signalling the Ice-Type butler with a simple paw gesture. “Thanks to the help of one Dr. Clefarious, I was able to not only hack in your world’s lacklustre computer tech, but also transport you here.”

The Glaceon butler bowed his head without any order for Darkening to stub out his cigarette in the tray. Tiran noticed that the snow fox had a pair of square-framed glasses on. Darkening snapped his fingers and the Glaceon bowed his head again before walking out of the room.

“There is something familiar about that Glaceon,” Tiran remarked to himself.

“Now, enough talk; it’s time to get down to business,” Darkening declared, taking out a remote controller from inside his tuxedo. He pressed a green button but nothing seemed to happen. “That’s odd. I could have sworn it was the green button.”

“Can I see it?” Tiran asked as he tried to get up out of his chair, only to discover that he couldn’t even move. It was at this point that Tiran realized he was tied to a wooden chair by his wrists and ankles. He had been so focused on the Pokemon around him to notice he was bound. “What is going on?! Why am I tied up?!”

“Oh, do shut up, human, I am trying to concentrate!” Darkening snapped, hovering his finger over the numerous buttons on his remote. “Urg, these things are starting to really irritate me! Clefarious!”

Another Pokemon donned in human attire wandered into the living room. It was an intelligent-looking Clefairy in a lab coat and glasses with semi-circle lenses. She bowed to the prosperous Electric-Type in a similar manner to the Glaceon.

“Are you having trouble with my remote, Master?” the Clefairy named Clefarious asked, pushing up her glasses. “It’s the yellow button.”

Darkening grunted and pressed the yellow button. A secret hatch slid open on the ceiling directly above them. A machine resembling the one people use for laser-eye surgery dropped down supported by a thick metal beam, pointing at Tiran.

“Do you plan on killing me?” Tiran asked in horror.

“Perish the thought, human,” Darkening replied, chuckling in amusement at the teen’s grim assumption. “The good doctor here built it to convert, not to eliminate. It looks like the gizmo used to cure the eyes only to fool any police who come snooping around.”

Tiran blinked, bewildered. “What do you mean?” he questioned.

The rich rodent smirked evilly and was about to press another button on the remote. Clefarious loudly cleared her throat, stopping him from doing so.

“It’s the black button, Master,” Clefarious informed her boss.

“Right, right,” Darkening replied with a slight sneer. “Of course it is.”

The moment Darkening pressed down on the black button, the machine sprung to life with a loud hum. As the tip started to glow, Tiran closed his eyes tight, expecting it was the end of him. The laser fired off a reddish beam at the defenceless human, hitting him in his chest. To his surprise it was entirely painless. He slowly opened up his eyes and saw that Clefarious was untying him.

“You are letting me go?” Tiran asked upon getting to his feet.

“In a way, yes,” Clefarious replied in a devious tone of voice, walking back to Darkening’s side.

“What did that laser do to me?” Tiran questioned, feeling all over his body for any signs of damage.

Suddenly, Tiran witnessed the skin of his hand turn creamy coloured. Strands of fur proceeded to emerge, eventually replacing his skin in a matter of seconds. Tiran swiftly checked his other arm to see the exact thing happen to that one. On both hands, all his five fingers had been reduced to three.

“What is happening to me?!” he shouted in fear.

“Why do they always scream?” Darkening asked Clefarious, shaking his head in disapproval.

Tiran started to feel a sensation of pain to go along with his unrivalled fear. His nose violently twitched seconds before expanding outwards, curving into a far more roundish shape. His glasses wobbled for a short while on his newly formed nose but didn’t fall off.

The distraught human soon started to shrink, his clothes failing to shrink along with him. Tiran vanished into his clothes which fell into an untidy pile on the ground. All of a sudden, the clothes erupted into flames and flew into the air in separate directions. Fortunately for the rich owner of this posh abode, the fire evaporated with the clothes while in midair.

In the spot where Tiran once stood was a Quilava with his arms held up and wearing a distressed expression, his body flames all flared up. For a brief second, the Fire-Type had human ears coated in blue fur before twisting into its species’ regular triangular ones with red insides.

“What happened to me?” the Quilava asked himself in Tiran’s voice, inspecting his brand new form. “I am...I am a Quilava!” He didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or horrified at this bizarre turn of events.

“Do you require any more aid, sir?” the scientist-clad Clefairy politely inquired.

“No, that is all,” Darkening replied, taking out a long cigarette-holder from his pocket. “You may go back to your other work, Clefairy.”

Clefarious bowed. “As you wish, Master Lotsamoni,” she said. She took off her lab coat to reveal a black maid’s uniform before departing.

“Is there any reason why you transformed me into a Pokemon, Darkening?” Tiran asked, eyeing Darkening cautiously.

“Of course there is, you simpleton! I do not do stuff like this out of a whim!” Darkening snarled, using Tiran’s back flames to light up his cigarette.

“I wish I knew how to get rid of my flames,” Tiran stated, sighing.

Darkening blew a plume of smoke into the air before gently grabbing Tiran’s chin, holding it in place. His eyes filled up with his infamous blue and orange spirals, swirling around at a hastened pace. Tiran gasped, unable to gaze away in time.

“S-S-Stop this!” the Quilava feebly demanded, his own eyes soon mirroring the wealthy fiends’. “Don’t make me Flamethrower your face!”

“I can’t wait to dispose of that impudent attitude of yours,” Darkening growled, strengthening his grip on Tiran’s chin. “I will teach you the proper manner to address me.”

“S-S-Screw you...” Tiran mumbled, gritting his teeth. “I...won’t su-submit this time around!”

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before, peasant,” Darkening remarked, inching his face closer to Tiran’s. “You’ll feel a lot better if you yield.”

The mentally struggling Quilava was unable to produce anymore words of resistance, his only attempt at struggle focused on maintaining his free will. For such a small and pampered creature, the Pikachu’s hypnosis was proving to be an unrivalled force. If he knew how to perform any Pokemon moves, Tiran would have without a doubt unleashed a fiery blitz on the devious rodent. After a few more struggling groans, Tiran’s body slumped forward, his arms swung to their sides and his jaw hung open. His mind had been defeated, crushed under Darkening’s opposing will. The flame on his back had now died down, joining his free will in nonexistence.

Darkening smirked smugly in success, stepping away from the entranced Fire-Type. “Hypnotizing the common Pokemon can be so exhausting,” he commented, blowing smoke in Tiran’s direction, “even if they submit practically straight away.”

Tiran stood silent, unaffected by the smoke hitting his face. The spirals in his eyes kept up their smooth and quick formation, even after the ones in Darkening had since ceased.

“Now then, my servant, I want you to forget your past life as a human in another world,” Darkening ordered in a serious tone, taking a moment to take out and wipe his monocle. “That may seem like an unfeasible feat, but I know you can do it, Quilava.”

“Forget...past...as a...human...” the deeply mesmerised Volcano Pokemon replied.

Tiran did exactly as he was instructed. Every fragment of memory he held before this otherworldly ordeal, including the reminiscences of his family and friends were wiped clean of his mind without any consideration to give. His master’s orders were law. If he was commanded to erase his own name, Tiran would do so without hesitation.

After patiently waiting for around a minute, Darkening puffed on his cigarette and spoke. “Now that you’ve forgotten, it’s time to remember. Remember that you are my courteous butler. You are silent and polite, only speaking when I address you. The manner you speak to me and act is always formal.”

“Yes, sir,” the Quilava answered, his tone refined with a hint of fake British as he placed his paw on his chest in mid-bow. “I am your butler.”

“Your uniform is over on the table,” Darkening explained, pointing to his right. “It has recently been ironed just for you.”

“Yes, sir, I shall put on the appropriate attire right now,” Tiran answered, immediately walking over to put on his uniform.

“Do not dawdle,” Darkening advised his new employee. “I expect you to get straight to work. You know your master will not accept anything other than perfect efficiency.”

“Yes, Master Lotsamoni. I will not disappoint you,” Tiran graciously replied, bowing.

The end

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