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Pre-Hysteria! Human-to-Pokemon TF (Archen)
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“Welcome, members of the Unovan Pokemon Research Society,” said a man in a lab coat and glasses as he stood before a small gathering of like-dressed individuals, a strange contraption, a strange egg, and an odd fossil on the table next to him. “My name, for those of you unaware, is Dr. Peter Archer. I stand before you today with a demonstration of what I believe to be the next great technological advancement in the field of paleontology.” Walking over to the table, he gestured first to the fossil. “Here we have an intact fossil specimen of the extinct pokemon Paleoavis Archenus, or as it is more commonly known, 'Archen'. Note the excellent condition of the fossil. As for the device next to it...” Archer continued, waving his hand a the contraption in question, “this is what I like to call the Analysis, Gene Sequencing, And Reconstruction array—or AGSAR array. It utilizes recorded genetic sequences—such as the reconstructed DNA sequence of Archen discovered by SylphCo a couple of decades ago—and then, by way of scanning a fossilized specimen, takes the combined information and 'projects' it at a mass of organic matter—such as this sadly sterile pokemon egg here—transforming it into a live reconstruction of the fossilized creature!” A smattering of oohs and ahhs followed, eliciting a proud smile from Archer. This presentation was the culmination of years and years of research and labor. Now, after constant small-scale testing, experimentation, number-crunching, and simulations, it was time for his genius to shine. “Observe, as I reveal to you an actual Archen, alive and breathing!” With a few presses of buttons, the machine roared to life, and bathed the stage in its glow...
An hour later, Archer sat alone in his office, the contents of the room strewn about in despair as he slammed his head against his desk repeatedly. The machine had turned on, and according to every metric it should have worked. But it didn't. Aside from the glow, nothing on the stage had changed; the awkward silence that followed had lasted a full minute before being broken by derisive laughter. He knew, in that moment, that his career was at an end. “DAMMIT! Why didn't it work?!” He hammered his fist against the desk. “Everything was perfect! Small-scale testing on plant specimens worked fine! What was so different this time?!” In a moment of rage, he shot up, rushed towards the machine that he'd carried shamefully to the office, prepared to smash it onto the floor... only for his eye to catch something. A single horizontal switch, toggled to the left position. That... could it be that simple? He rushed over to a smaller version of the same machine sitting nearby, one that had been used in the earlier tests. The switch was in the same position, at least at first glance. But Archer's engineering degree told him otherwise. “It got installed backwards... THOSE IDIOTS!” roared Archer, cursing the engineering staff who helped him build the larger machine. “I should have built it alone! Then it would have worked—”
The sight of a strange spot on his hand stopped his train of thought. “What... is that a scale?” Suddenly, his mind began racing at the implications. The switch in question was used to determine the direction in which the target organic matter to be transformed stood. And he, not the egg, had been standing in the direction the switch was toggled toward on stage. It can't be... A shiver of dread crawled down his spine as another scale appeared on his hand. “It can't be. It ca-RRRAAAAARRRK!” He slapped his hands over his mouth. “D-did I just say thAAAAAAAAARRRK?!” The earlier shiver began to quickly change into full-on panic. This isn't happening. This isn't happening! As Archer began to move in a panic, a sudden bout of vertigo combined with the sensation of falling caused him to nearly topple over; it didn't take long for him to realize that, to his horror, he had just lost two whole feet in height. And if his hypothesis was correct, that would only be the start of it. “NonononAAAARCHEN! I'm not a pokemAAAAARCHEN!!” Try as Archer might, his protestations and wails did nothing to stop the changes.
As his height grew shorter and shorter, the scales on his hands began to slowly spread. His arms, by this point, were almost completely covered in yellow and blue scales, with tingling sensations along the follicles in between each scale in particular. It didn't take long for him to realize what those sensations would soon become. He felt his face begin to stretch and shift, his teeth altering in shape and number too—a feeling that, while not painful, was certainly unwelcome, his face covered in red and blue scales now. He lost at least another foot in height, causing him to swoon once more. And still the changes continued, his legs beginning to shorten even as the scales covered them too, a pressure on his backside alerting him to the growth of new vertebrae.
“AAAAAARRR! Please, no moAAAARRR!!” His voice was now much higher-pitched, and carried rough timbre to it as his vocal cords shifted to suit the needs of an ancient bird-reptile. His clothes now became a hindrance, sending him into even greater panic as he reflexively shook them off as best he could. Panic had completely overridden modesty by this point. Fear was all he had time to feel, aside from the continuing sensations of physical transformation. His feet shifted into three-toed talons while his fingers retracted and shifted into the barest hints of hands. The scales now covered his entire body, head to toe... and then the tingling he'd felt earlier from in between the scales grew in intensity, revealing the final stages of the transformation as a coat of feathers began to erupt haphazardly across his body. Another loss of height, this one sending him tumbling to the floor. He made one last attempt to cry out for help...
“CHEN! ARCHEN! ARARAR! AAAAAAAAARRRCHEN!” No! No, no no no! I don't want this! Help me!
But it was too late. His voice was gone, replaced with squawks, shrieks, and trilling noises. As the last few feathers burst into bloom, he fell to the ground in shock and horror at what had just happened. Before he could do anything else, however, the door slowly began to open, causing him to instinctively leap under his desk to hide.
“Well well well... looks like it worked after all!”
That voice... Archer peered his head out to see a man he recognized as one of the engineering staff who helped work on the full-size machine, a smug grin on his face.
“You know, 'Doctor', you brought this whole thing on yourself. If you'd told the society about how much of your research was stolen from others, I wouldn't have felt the need to teach you this little lesson. Of course, you'd have been as much of a pariah as you are now, but at least you'd still be human.”
Puzzle pieces clicked together in Archer's mind. “Archen! AR-ARCHEN AR!!” You did this! Change me back, now!
The man in question chuckled and grabbed a pokeball from his belt. “Sorry, I don't speak pokemon. But I can tell you're angry. Thankfully, I have an answer to that, too... Hypno, I choose you!”
With a flash of red, Archer found himself staring at a very intimidating psychic-type. “Hypno, hyp hypno. Hypno.” Don't worry, former human. Just relax...
Archer tried to look away, but the other pokemon began to swing its coin back and forth, very slowly, and he found his eyes simply following the motion as the human spoke again.
“Hypno here is doing you a favor, you know,” said the man, taking out a second pokeball. “You're going to forget being such a jerk—all you'll remember is being a pokemon all your life until I caught you and added you to my team. Who knows, you might even manage to win me a badge or two. How's that for karma?”
But Archer could no longer hear. All that mattered to him was the shiny coin, and the words of the Hypno as it told him everything he needed to know. The last remaining shreds of Doctor Peter Archer vanished in a wave of relaxation and blankness, heralded not by the proud voice of a human but the contented trilling of a pokemon.
“Welcome, members of the Unovan Pokemon Research Society,” said a man in a lab coat and glasses as he stood before a small gathering of like-dressed individuals, a strange contraption, a strange egg, and an odd fossil on the table next to him. “My name, for those of you unaware, is Dr. Peter Archer. I stand before you today with a demonstration of what I believe to be the next great technological advancement in the field of paleontology.” Walking over to the table, he gestured first to the fossil. “Here we have an intact fossil specimen of the extinct pokemon Paleoavis Archenus, or as it is more commonly known, 'Archen'. Note the excellent condition of the fossil. As for the device next to it...” Archer continued, waving his hand a the contraption in question, “this is what I like to call the Analysis, Gene Sequencing, And Reconstruction array—or AGSAR array. It utilizes recorded genetic sequences—such as the reconstructed DNA sequence of Archen discovered by SylphCo a couple of decades ago—and then, by way of scanning a fossilized specimen, takes the combined information and 'projects' it at a mass of organic matter—such as this sadly sterile pokemon egg here—transforming it into a live reconstruction of the fossilized creature!” A smattering of oohs and ahhs followed, eliciting a proud smile from Archer. This presentation was the culmination of years and years of research and labor. Now, after constant small-scale testing, experimentation, number-crunching, and simulations, it was time for his genius to shine. “Observe, as I reveal to you an actual Archen, alive and breathing!” With a few presses of buttons, the machine roared to life, and bathed the stage in its glow...
An hour later, Archer sat alone in his office, the contents of the room strewn about in despair as he slammed his head against his desk repeatedly. The machine had turned on, and according to every metric it should have worked. But it didn't. Aside from the glow, nothing on the stage had changed; the awkward silence that followed had lasted a full minute before being broken by derisive laughter. He knew, in that moment, that his career was at an end. “DAMMIT! Why didn't it work?!” He hammered his fist against the desk. “Everything was perfect! Small-scale testing on plant specimens worked fine! What was so different this time?!” In a moment of rage, he shot up, rushed towards the machine that he'd carried shamefully to the office, prepared to smash it onto the floor... only for his eye to catch something. A single horizontal switch, toggled to the left position. That... could it be that simple? He rushed over to a smaller version of the same machine sitting nearby, one that had been used in the earlier tests. The switch was in the same position, at least at first glance. But Archer's engineering degree told him otherwise. “It got installed backwards... THOSE IDIOTS!” roared Archer, cursing the engineering staff who helped him build the larger machine. “I should have built it alone! Then it would have worked—”
The sight of a strange spot on his hand stopped his train of thought. “What... is that a scale?” Suddenly, his mind began racing at the implications. The switch in question was used to determine the direction in which the target organic matter to be transformed stood. And he, not the egg, had been standing in the direction the switch was toggled toward on stage. It can't be... A shiver of dread crawled down his spine as another scale appeared on his hand. “It can't be. It ca-RRRAAAAARRRK!” He slapped his hands over his mouth. “D-did I just say thAAAAAAAAARRRK?!” The earlier shiver began to quickly change into full-on panic. This isn't happening. This isn't happening! As Archer began to move in a panic, a sudden bout of vertigo combined with the sensation of falling caused him to nearly topple over; it didn't take long for him to realize that, to his horror, he had just lost two whole feet in height. And if his hypothesis was correct, that would only be the start of it. “NonononAAAARCHEN! I'm not a pokemAAAAARCHEN!!” Try as Archer might, his protestations and wails did nothing to stop the changes.
As his height grew shorter and shorter, the scales on his hands began to slowly spread. His arms, by this point, were almost completely covered in yellow and blue scales, with tingling sensations along the follicles in between each scale in particular. It didn't take long for him to realize what those sensations would soon become. He felt his face begin to stretch and shift, his teeth altering in shape and number too—a feeling that, while not painful, was certainly unwelcome, his face covered in red and blue scales now. He lost at least another foot in height, causing him to swoon once more. And still the changes continued, his legs beginning to shorten even as the scales covered them too, a pressure on his backside alerting him to the growth of new vertebrae.
“AAAAAARRR! Please, no moAAAARRR!!” His voice was now much higher-pitched, and carried rough timbre to it as his vocal cords shifted to suit the needs of an ancient bird-reptile. His clothes now became a hindrance, sending him into even greater panic as he reflexively shook them off as best he could. Panic had completely overridden modesty by this point. Fear was all he had time to feel, aside from the continuing sensations of physical transformation. His feet shifted into three-toed talons while his fingers retracted and shifted into the barest hints of hands. The scales now covered his entire body, head to toe... and then the tingling he'd felt earlier from in between the scales grew in intensity, revealing the final stages of the transformation as a coat of feathers began to erupt haphazardly across his body. Another loss of height, this one sending him tumbling to the floor. He made one last attempt to cry out for help...
“CHEN! ARCHEN! ARARAR! AAAAAAAAARRRCHEN!” No! No, no no no! I don't want this! Help me!
But it was too late. His voice was gone, replaced with squawks, shrieks, and trilling noises. As the last few feathers burst into bloom, he fell to the ground in shock and horror at what had just happened. Before he could do anything else, however, the door slowly began to open, causing him to instinctively leap under his desk to hide.
“Well well well... looks like it worked after all!”
That voice... Archer peered his head out to see a man he recognized as one of the engineering staff who helped work on the full-size machine, a smug grin on his face.
“You know, 'Doctor', you brought this whole thing on yourself. If you'd told the society about how much of your research was stolen from others, I wouldn't have felt the need to teach you this little lesson. Of course, you'd have been as much of a pariah as you are now, but at least you'd still be human.”
Puzzle pieces clicked together in Archer's mind. “Archen! AR-ARCHEN AR!!” You did this! Change me back, now!
The man in question chuckled and grabbed a pokeball from his belt. “Sorry, I don't speak pokemon. But I can tell you're angry. Thankfully, I have an answer to that, too... Hypno, I choose you!”
With a flash of red, Archer found himself staring at a very intimidating psychic-type. “Hypno, hyp hypno. Hypno.” Don't worry, former human. Just relax...
Archer tried to look away, but the other pokemon began to swing its coin back and forth, very slowly, and he found his eyes simply following the motion as the human spoke again.
“Hypno here is doing you a favor, you know,” said the man, taking out a second pokeball. “You're going to forget being such a jerk—all you'll remember is being a pokemon all your life until I caught you and added you to my team. Who knows, you might even manage to win me a badge or two. How's that for karma?”
But Archer could no longer hear. All that mattered to him was the shiny coin, and the words of the Hypno as it told him everything he needed to know. The last remaining shreds of Doctor Peter Archer vanished in a wave of relaxation and blankness, heralded not by the proud voice of a human but the contented trilling of a pokemon.
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