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Shiron looked up, doing his best to hide a blush. That was, not at all. "H-Hi..." He turned to see the space shifting. Weird. "Huh... I don't know, but it's odd."

"Puppy..." Shiron held back the urge to pet this overgrown puppy, both because he was a little scary and because being a Pokémon now made it weirder.

"I-I think saying that is a little... too much? No?" Shiron fiddled with his fingers. This weird Pokémon was weirding him out. He should think of a truth. Or a funny dare. There. That was better. Shiron smiled, proud of himself.

Shiron, before even answering, felt his stomach grumble. He could use some food, like a pie, two cakes, a milkshake... All being presented to him by that dork that he called a friend. "Hm... I'd love some chocolate cake. My friend, Magnus, makes the best one I've ever had!"

Right, socializing. And he got a compliment about his singing! "Shiron Kazuraba. Or just Shiron. It's a pleasure meeting you!"

Shiron rubbed his arm, the mention of... that kind of contemplation made his stomach twist around. However, the dare sounded fun! "Oh, I can, one sec!" He cleared his throat. "Be the one, be the one! Alright! I don't wanna give it up, fighting for tomorrow! Be the light, be the lights! Love...

"U-Uh..." Shiron gulped. Yay, a deeply unsettling question! He grimaced. Well, he could answer. It was an easy question, all things considered. "...B-Blame myself? I mean, it's as easy as breathing by now." Truth. He could do one of those. Might as well ask one around...

"Lots of new faces..." Shiron muttered. And there's an actual human, like me! But let's not get ahead of ourselves... Shiron, stop talking to yourself. He waved. "H-Hi!"

"Talk about weird..." Shiron frowned. "And playing truth or dare? I mean, i-it could be fun."

"T-That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Shiron gulped. He reached for his neck, but remembered the scarf wasn't there. "Uh... I don't think I did anything horrible."

"Wah!" Shiron fell on his butt, the weird Pokémon(?) he didn't recognize looked intimidating. And he was asking for identification. Which only made it more intimidating. "H-Hi! I'm Shiron, a pleasure meeting you!"

No skin. No hair. Something else—slimy? Scales, slimy scales around his body. Yes, that was natural; his body was like this now. He touched the top of his head, feeling a large fin. Then, around his cheeks. All normal. Looking at his arms, they were blue, the same tone he was so used to by now...

Dungeon 73 - Oath A/N: I don't think it's that big, but I'm having a trigger warning for body horror anyway. A week ago Lance lay in his bed, opening his eyes. Slowly, the world revealed itself to him, so familiar, so close. His home in Bright Dawn, specifically his room. With his...

Dungeon 72 - Lineage "Bleeargh!" Brian was standing near the edge of a ship, puking all his lunch into the sea. He groaned, trying to find the strength to back off into the safety of the ship's deck. Well, relative safety, if he wasn't so prone to seasickness. "Sure yer alright, Goggles?"...

Dungeon 71 - Court Two weeks, huh? Lance sighed. That was how long it had been since his final fight against Necrozma, since they sealed him again, along with Scar. It was an arduous battle, one he didn't know for sure was possible to win. Yet, they did it anyway. Somehow, with all his...

Dungeon 70 - Destiny Necrozma flapped his wings as he exited the portal, before landing on his feet and grinning. His body continued to glow in the night, and he looked up at the stars, his grin faltering for a moment. In the end, the mortals had tried to fight him anyway. Would they ever stop...

Dungeon 69 - Quasar A roar shook the skies. The dead of the night raged on, the stars in the sky shining brightly. However, on the ground, another source of light glowed. Necrozma swished his tail, his multicolored eyes glaring at the five who dared to oppose him. Specifically, at the Lucario...

Dungeon 68 - Salvation: Part 3 It was a new day. Dex could feel the warmth of the sun casting its rays through the window, bringing with them another dawn, and a reason to wake up. He yawned, not really wanting to move, simply letting the breeze do its job and give him more reasons to stay put...