Hey everyone, and welcome to the re-launch of A Being of Insect and Steel. I'm sorry to those who were loyal fans of the original, but after a lot of thinking and…*shudder*…going through what I had written in the original, I felt that the plot line of it was kind of…for a lack of better words, falling apart. Since I had put in canon characters from the main Pokemon series, I felt that I had to try and keep their personalities the same lest I ended up starting a s***storm from the fanatics.

You can see how that worked… >_>;

Anyway, I'm hoping to try and keep the plot similar this time around, but avoid bringing in canon characters, having other OCs take their place instead. I hope you all understand what I'm trying to do here, seeing that I'm trying to aim for an equal mix of quality and quantity for each chapter. Transformations will still happen, but the triggers and methods will be different now. Oh, and uncensored swearing, and if need be, I can bump this up to Mature due to such.

Right, lets get going now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon nor any of the individual pokemon that will be present in this fan fiction. They belong to the Pokemon Company, GAMEFREAK and Nintendo. I own only the characters and the plot line.

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A Being of Insect and Steel

Prologue

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A ring of the school bell signaled the end of another class period, doors opening to let the students file out of the classrooms. Each of them chatted among each other, backpacks and other various carriers slung over their shoulders. Several had their eyes glued to the electric-blue glow of mobile devices, some having their fingers going at a rather mind-numbing rate, texting to friends or family. There were also the sounds of lockers being opened or slammed shut, as well as the occasional book or two falling from shelves.

Then there was a stifled yelp, thankfully not attracting much attention.

One student got a stinger shot at him, hitting close to the spine part of the back of his neck. He clapped a hand over the impact spot, gritting his teeth to take in the pain from such and largely not to attract attention to himself. He was aware of who shot it, but didn't want to give them the satisfaction of him glaring back to them, instead continuing along down the hallway.

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???'s PoV:

Ugh, fucking assholes always shooting stingers at me.

Anyway, lemme introduce myself, my name is Aleron Bane. Fellow student at the Middle Tennessee State University, or just MTSU for short, and home to the Tennessee Titans. Aye…why did I even bother signing up to coming here…I came to try and get some game developing knowledge, not do the whole technological path. Well, too late to turn back of now.

My life was pretty dull; Nothing but cruising on the internet or playing video games day in and out. It's also because of such I kind of treasure any game systems quite a bit, enough to where I give someone a bit of an evil eye if they want to play any games on them. Hell, it's especially true for if they want to look up something on the laptop I leave in my dorm room. Thankfully, I keep it hidden and even if a dorm-mate finds it, they'd have to try and guess the password. Moving on to current events…

I continued to make my way down the hallway, making my way through the crowd. After a minute, I arrived at my locker; Number 1903. I didn't want to go through the hassle of getting a combination lock, largely since I felt that I might end up forgetting the combination and have to resort to getting it welded off its spot, getting a standard lock one instead. Thankfully, I kept the key to it on me all the time, largely out of paranoia that someone would try and steal it out of my backpack when my back was turned. I reached down to the belt line, unhooking the key from its spot and lifted it up, grabbing hold of the lock.

Before I could insert the key into its slot though, I felt something tackle me roughly from the side, knocking me off my feet and landing roughly on the floor. I didn't even try to question on why I was tackled, rather looking to see who did. There was no one recovering when I looked at the direction where it came from, though I saw someone reach down close to me and snatch something up, starting to run. I saw something metal, and a pattern that I recognized immediately; My locker key!

“Hey! Give that back!” I yelled out to the thief, scrambling to my feet to give chase.

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One person who saw the small fiasco watched their partner running away, the target in pursuit of them. Once the young adult was out of sight, the person stood up straight in his spot, walking towards the locker that was intended to be opened. Once they stood in front of it, they lifted up a thin, key-length slab of metal, inserting it into the lock. The slab molded itself into the key required, all the tumblers inside fitting into place as the duplicate key was turned, the lock clicking open and dipped down slightly.

The crowds paid no heed to the stranger, whom was clothed much like a majority of them, said person opening the locker and glanced down at a satchel that hung around their waist. Pulling the zipper down, they reached a hand in and got out a small object, just large enough to rest in the palm. Going along the center of it was a small vial filled with a purple liquid, sloshing around as the person shook it a bit. They got out a bit of string as well, tying it to a small switch on top and to the locker door. Gripping a small tab at the rear of the device, they pulled away and put the device to the back of the locker, it sticking in its spot and doing a small beep. Once it was done, the person closed the locker, lifting a hand to an earpiece.

“Charge set.” he simply stated, shutting the lock and turned, walking away from the locker.

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Aleron's PoV:

That prick! First he tackles me, makes off with my key, then just throws said key right at me, dealing a good blow to my forehead. As of now, it now bears three small dots from where the jagged edge of the key smacked against it. I didn't continue after the thief when I grabbed my key, simply trying to identify him for if he were to show up again. I couldn't be able to do so though, since he was like a cheetah and was gone at that moment. A couple of minutes of heading back and I was back at my locker, grabbing hold of the lock and undone it.

My mind was grumbling too much to not even hear a small click when I opened the door, but easily snapped into attention when I heard a loud 'CRACK' and something splashed into my eyes. A surprised yell came out from me, stumbling back as I tried to figure out what happened, slowly reaching up to clear my eyes. I managed to wipe away some kind of gunk, flicking my hands downward as I opened my eyes. When I glanced down, I saw that there was some kind of purple goop covering my upper body, feeling my anger build as I looked up to my locker. The door to it was barely hanging on to its hinges, more of the goo around it.

“Mother…” I muttered through gritted teeth, clenching my hands into fists, slamming them back into the wall behind me. “FUCKER! Who the fuck set that in my locker?!” I yelled out, not even caring that I was making a scene as eyes looked to me. I made my way to my locker, not stomping lest I look immature about this, though I was pissed someone did this, not even trying to wipe the gunk off of me as I looked at the now ruined books that laid inside my destroyed locker.

“Great. This is possibly several hundred dollars outta my pocket…” I growled out, pounding a fist on an adjacent locker, resting my head on the edge opposite of my lockers door. It was then that I looked to the goop covering me, sighing out of irritation, starting to calm down from my 'episode'. “Well, best to head to my dorm to clean myself.”

Standing up straight, I turned to start heading down the hall to my dorm, some people parting for me. However, I didn't really get all that far before something started to feel off, mainly on my right arm. I reach over to scratch it, only to stop when I felt that the goop was…moving. Stopping in my tracks, I looked down to it, seeing that it was indeed moving, grunting when I felt it starting to constrict. That's when fear started to kick in, trying to pull it off. I managed to do so, but yelled out when I saw the goo I pried off shift onto the hand that was holding it.

“G-gah…!” I yelled out, becoming frantic in trying to get the living goo away from me, seeing that other people were noticing such.

“G-get it off! GET IT OFF!”