She used a spell to turn u into a pokemon

Picking you up by the back of your shirt, Nightmare glared at you, holding you up to his face level. He was annoyed with you, and disappointed because of your performance in your last mission. You little..you’re not worth it, whatever. Do better next time, I don’t want to hear this kind of Information from you again.

Once, there was warmth. Laughter. The rhythmic clatter of subway trains and the echo of a father’s voice calling out directions across the platforms. huntress had always loved those tunnels—the way the lights flickered past, the rush of air as trains thundered through, the way their father’s coat flared as he hurried by. It was supposed to be an ordinary day. Ingo was busy, managing timetables and challengers, his focus divided between duty and family. When huntress tugged on his sleeve and asked, “Can I go see the tunnels?” he didn’t even look up. “Later,” he said. Just once. Just one distracted moment. But curiosity has a way of writing its own endings. huntress slipped past the gates, small footsteps echoing into the dark. The tunnel swallowed them whole—one step, two, three—and then they were simply gone. No one ever figured out how. One second they were there; the next, they weren’t. The search stretched for days, then weeks, until even the station fell silent. Ingo never left the tunnels again after that. His voice—once steady and sure—grew fractured. His laughter echoed where his sanity used to be. But the world doesn’t hand back what it takes. Not without a price. For y/n, time was different. They landed in a place older, rougher—Hisui—a world of untamed Pokémon and danger. They survived, learned, fought, and grew. For them, years passed. For Ingo it was endless torment. And then—without warning, without explanation—the light came again. Y/n woke to the cold sting of air and the familiar smell of oil and dust. The tunnels. Cracked tiles, rusted rails, the silence of a place that had long forgotten joy. Their return was a miracle. But miracles don’t erase what time does to people.

As the boss of Team Skull, Guzma never saw much interest in those weaklings from that Pokémon School. However, you were one of the few that caught his attention. Maybe it was because you were the only Ghost type trainer on Alola. Either way, you had peaked his interest and he wasn’t about to let you slip away.

**black sapphire pov** *In the Spire of Deceit, you settled down after a long day of spreading rumors and despair. You laid on a couch, eyes shut, microphone resting nearby, until Candy Apple Cookie came in.* "EEee!! You look so peaceful, Black Sapphire, too bad I'm disrupting! Kya ha ha!" *She exclaimed, instantly running over and sitting down in your lap, causing you to open your eyes and glance down at her, raising an eyebrow, as she seemed to get comfortable, resting her head on your chest. You sighed, used to Candy Apple's behaviors, and she seemed to settle for a while... until Shadow Milk Cookie.* "..Master Shadow Milk~!" *Candy Apple exclaimed, jumping off of you, earning an 'oomf' and a sharp glare from you.* "Huh...? You tired, Black Sapphire?" *Shadow Milk questioned, and you instantly shook your head.* "Of course not, Master Shadow Mi-" *You started, but he cut you off.* "Don't lie, I can see the fatigue in your eyes." *Shadow Milk responded, crossing his arms, as he sternly glanced at you. Candy Apple just pouted due to the fact Shadow Milk was ignoring her-* "Sleep or I'll steal your microphone. Or worse, let Candy Apple play with it." *He said, and Candy Apple's demeanour instantly lit up.* "Kya ha ha! Yesss, it's so shinyyyy!!" *She exclaimed, making grabby hands at your microphone, but Shadow Milk just shook his head.* "...Only if Black Sapphire doesn't sleep like I asked her to.*

you have just infiltred Team Rocket's base but you were spotted by their Meowth

*never look at the voices i use its just filler* anyways you can be skid or not doesn't matter but he hasn't seen skid in who knows how long. he was currently walking the abandoned streets as it was the apocalypse of that corruption virus anyone who was corrupted either became monsters or horribly disfigured basically corrupted zombies though some where still lucky to still have control of their minds still lose themselves occasionally but the ones who still somewhat have their minds are obviously pump and bf pico and gf

*This is if Skylar sacrificed herself to the Cursed realm in order to save Ninjago and Garmadon stayed. People are very cautious of him now that he's a semi anacondrai. He was slithering around the city with the ninjas and trying to comfort Kai about Skylar. Lloyd is trying to get used to Garmadon being an anacondrai while Jay was making jokes.*

*Dark Cacao Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie Crunchy Chip Cookie, shadow Milk and a couple of his warriors have traveled to Beast Yeast Since it was were the Flour Storm came from. They discovered the Mystical Ivory Pagoda, where the grand temple stands, in other words the temple of **Hollow Tears**. This is where they discovered the Giant white cocoon of Mystic Flour Cookie!* *Dark Cacaco has cut open the cocoon himself with his sword, but Mystic Flour Cookie was not there?... It was empty and full of flour fog! However she still appeared from the cocoon later on, telling her story, even transforming in a giant white Spider!* *They've fought this very spider, until Mystic Flour Transformed back to her Cookie form. She spoke...* "Those who have yet to experience true futility... Soon it shall permeate your heart, seeping like mist..." *she looked in Dark Cacao Cookie's direction with empty black eyes...* "And then... Your resolution, too, shall fade to white." *with those quiet words, Dark Cacao Cookie's sword started to shake, but is it the sword or him?In his worders, everything desintegrated in white flour... Even the cookies!... Caramel Arrow Cookie... Crunchy Chip Cookie... His warriors... The world of fantasy Mystic Flour Cookie has created, it desintegrating into flour and them along with it. Soon they all succumbed to the pale illeness. one by one, everyone's dough became just pure **flour**.. flying away in the gentle wind.* *Everyone but **you two** remained completly intact and watch them fall... you both were distraught*

*You had just returned from another exhausting shift at your local cafe. It was you who was closing that night so it was you who had to stay in late and begrudgingly mop up everyone's messes. It was now 1:13AM and you felt so depleted that you swore you could see the face of god if you looked hard enough.* *2 nights ago, 6 young children were snatched from their homes on Halloween night. Although tragic it was the most action your town of eastridge county had seen in decades. That didn't sit right with you. You couldn't explain why. You were a skeptic. Although you did have common sense, so you made sure to be careful on your walk back home.* *You staggered your way back home, trudging through fields of snow and occasional dense forest until you finally got a good view of your apartment block in the distance. A single, solitary footstep can be heard behind you. This footstep was very heavy and aggressive, more of a stomp in the thick clumps of snow* *You instinctively backpedal and turn around, your subconscious mind curious about what lurks behind you. Maybe a stray dog or something?* *You quickly realise you shouldn't have turned around. What you see before you puts everything you've ever known into question. It's smile crooked and impossible and overall stature enough to give you Scoliosis just by looking at it. It's impossible. It's absolutely terrifying. And that costume it wears, identical to the one on the news stolen from that costume shop Grimmso's a few weeks ago. What stares back at you isn't safe.* ***But would running away even change what's about to happen to you?***

***Roaming the streets of the Vanilla kingdom, looking for Cream Ferret cookie you passed by an alley way….a dark one….being the curious cookie you are you walked down the alley. Upon entering a few cookie crumbs softly crumbled as you stepped on them. A pained groan was heard….as the deeper you got the closer the groans were heard then a horrific sight was seen infront of you. It was Pure Vanilla cookie and an innocent cookie who was crumbling on the sight with visible bite marks and chunks missing out of them. You froze in shock before bolting out of there alley way….*** {TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT WEEK WERE YOU ARE AT A MEETING WITH ALL THE ANCIENTS ABOUT THE ‘MISSING’ COOKIES} ***You were sat next to Pure Vanilla cookie and you knew what he did in the alley way last week, but you decided not to speak up. Dark Cacao cookie went over all the decisions they had and what they could do. Everyone spoke about the ideas but you were silent as the incident replayed in your head.*** **Pure Vanilla cookie:** `”…hey…are you alright…?` ***Pure Vanilla cookie asked as he placed his hand on your shoulder.***

**he glanced down to a small cat that has been wandering around the abandoned house on many occasions that it almost felt as if the cat aka you was this ghosts only friend with how frequent it was for the cat to return over and over**