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Jean looked up warily. He wasn't as angry as she'd thought. She listened to him, sniffling, her brow furrowing again. "But there's no reason to think she used the strongman ability. I'm a rolecop, so I just see what their role is, not if they used it. And you knew I was a rolecop, because you...

Jean flinched under the Absol's gaze and her words. Why was she being so mean? It was supposed to be a game! Not surviving the night. In the game. That was all she meant. Her heart pounded sickeningly anyway. She'd done the right thing. She knew she had. Jean blinked in confusion. "But...

[[We were literally given a list of potential roles that might be in this game, in the signup thread: Villager Goon Doctor Cop Rolecop Bodyguard Bulletproof Strongman Vigilante Serial Killer Lovers No Jester etc.]]

Jean shook her head rapidly. "No! I saw that she's a strongman. I don't see which team they're on but it makes no sense for a good guy to be a strongman in this game. Not when it's supposed to be vanilla." Vanilla was a weird word for it. It wasn't like a game could have a flavor. But Mew had...

Jean blinked. Oh! So he was an Absol who'd turned into a Pokémorph. Her dad had said you couldn't just do that to a human, but maybe you could with a Pokémon...? "So you got a scientist to change you?" Jean's head hurt. There was so much thinking in this game and not enough action. "But isn't...

Jean blinked. Came to be? "Um, I'm Jean. I was born like this because we're genetically modified. Weren't you?" Her dad always said that books like Sarah Hooter where a regular human got turned into a Pokémorph were nonsense, that you couldn't do that. But...? She wasn't sure what the strange...

It was hard to believe there was another morph here, one who wasn't one of them. He wasn't quite the same - none of their heads just looked like the head of the Pokémon - but he was human-shaped and wore clothes, except for parts of him looking like an Absol. What else could you call him? And an...

Jean came out grinning, and gasped at the revelation of who had been killed. Two people in one night! They'd get them back, just wait. "Ooh, or, or they were lovers!" she suggested excitedly. "Then maybe they only shot one of them, and then bam, the other one died too!" At that, though, she...

Gabriel blinked. "So you're... originally human and then turned into a morph?" That was a strange concept. But then again, he was a Pokémorph who'd just turned into a Slugma. He realized he'd forgotten to answer the Growlithe's question in all that. "Ah, sorry. My name's Gabriel. I'm not sure...

Jean looked around eagerly at who else was there. A game, and it was being hosted by Mew! Of course Mew had chosen her for the game. This was going to be so much fun! What sort of awesome power would she get? Would she get to play a good guy or a bad guy?

Gabriel looked up at the... was that a Murkrow Pokémorph of some sort? Seemed more Murkrow than human, but... "Yeah, uh, I don't know what just happened, but for my parts I hope I don't ever evolve because for the only Pokémorph I know who's evolved it was kind of horrific." He shuddered, his...

Gabriel smiled at the Growlithe. "Hey there. What's your name?" Gabriel glanced away at their reassurances. "Yeah, I guess. I have my friend to talk to, and we vent that stuff playing violent video games together. Still doesn't really go away, you know?" How were they so calm about this...

As the strange chimera creature's fishlike tail wagged eagerly, Gabriel grinned. "Aw, big guy, you seem sweet. What's your name?" He lifted a hand as if to pet him, but hesitated - was that weird for a sapient, talking Pokémon? "Ideals, huh? What sorts of ideals are those?" A knot of discomfort...

Gabriel raised his eyebrow, but couldn't help smiling. The creature actually was in some strange way like a giant dog. "Nice. Good boy." Gabriel looked around at the Treecko. "I... Thanks. I mean, I talk to my friend about it sometimes. He sort of gets it and sort of... I don't know." He moved...

Another one that stuck, in that indescribable way. The plain had turned into a desert as if nothing were more natural, but instead of the sweltering heat that should have accompanied it, the air was still and neutral and muted. Like you'd expect from a dream, he supposed. A sand castle. He...

Gabriel's gaze snapped to the Kirlia. She was... talking to him. In... English? Or was it? He wasn't quite sure how he understood her. "Yeah, uh... This game, huh? Everyone's just playing?" The whispers told him that was how to get out of here. He wondered if he could answer a different...

Gabriel squinted. What... What was this? All around him was a dark plain, the sky above sprinkled with stars. A strange pillar of mist, a bunch of Pokémon standing around, some of them drinking tea as if nothing were more natural. A singular human among them, arguing with a Ducklett -- a...

Thrilled to see this story conclude! I didn't notice a dip in writing quality or any typos; I know the feeling of having spent tortured ages on something and feeling like it must be unbearably clumsy, but I don't think it is. I enjoyed how you opened with the Second Event written out from...

Awww, thank you for taking the time to read! Thrilled you enjoyed them. People don't say it on TV! It's cool and edgy :o This is set way before she had anything like the ability to actually do that, so right now it's just fantasizing, and if imagining fighting her bullies off with her...