A Pokemon Problem
(12) - What's This?!
I don't recommend evolving, not even to my worst enemy. The pain and experience is indescribable, but I'm going to try to anyway.
It felt like having your legs crushed under a steamroller while simultaneously having phosphoric acid dumped onto your upper torso. My limb felt like cotton candy—and I don't mean light and fluffy; I felt like it was being mixed and pulled, stretched and whipped. The entire world went white, then red. After that died down, I saw everything in the world as a polarized opposite of what it should've been: blacks were whites, blues were reds, and so on. The world span, and span, and span.
And then, just like that, everything was back to normal. For the most part, anyway. Everything seemed better.
I could see clearly again. My field of view had increased dramatically; I could see way more than I could before. I looked down with my new eyes, and saw that I had regained arms. Big, clunky arms, but arms nonetheless. They were skinny where they connected into my brand spankin' new and circular torso, but they grew into big, beefy limbs not long after, ending in a flat base with three graspers. I'm not calling them hands, because they're not: instead of five fingers and a palm, I had three spiky digits. The spikes were arranged in a triangular pattern, providing maximum grip with what seemingly little manipulation I'd get out of them.
Strangely, there was something that seemed to be stuck between my eyes where my nose should've been. Going cross-eyed, I realized that the object in question was another long, cylindrical spike protruding directly where my nose wasn't. I face-palmed when I remembered that aspect, then flew into the air in jubilance when I realized that I actually could face-palm.
You never realize how much you miss something until it's taken away from you. Oh, the little things! I could pick stuff up! I could make gestures! I could high-five someone—...okay, maybe not the last one. Not yet, anyhow.
Perhaps my most favourite part of evolving into a Metang, besides the oh-so-glorious hands, was the fact that I didn't have to relearn everything: I could still fly, hover, twist, and turn with ease. If anything, it was easier to as a Metang.
From my vantage point high in the sky, I could see everything with crystal clarity: the multiple sets of hoofprints in the fresh snow, the congregation of Pegasi at the edge of the crater, the—
Wait a minute...
I strained my eyes and saw, to my dismay, a group of some twenty-odd Pegasi nestled together in a cluster around the edge of the crater. And they were all looking straight at me. It was eerie.
I could hear them, which was weird: Normally I'd have to... turn my hearing on, so to speak, but for some reason that I couldn't fathom, I didn't have to. It was only after listening closely to the broken tidbits of seemingly random words and phrases that I realized...
I was listening to their thoughts. It was the strangest experience, listening to someone's—or in this case, somepony's—thoughts: they weren't directed or cohesive in the slightest. Trains of thought came and went in an instant; secrets were revealed and then instantly forgotten. I did, however, glean enough from the minds of the Pegasi to understand what they were there for.
They were there for me.
Anger and a strange sense of... duty were the overriding traits among the present Pegasi, although there were two exceptions: I hoped they were who I thought they were.
I froze in mid-air, some hundred-or-so feet above the ground, and all their eyes froze with me. I could tell that they were waiting for something.
"Whoever brings me that thing, dead or captured, will get a promotion."
The voice rang with authority; like the owner deserved to be listened to. I pinpointed the perpetrating pegasus from among the crowd. He (I could tell from the voice) was standing at the front of the group, and he wore a dull grey, full-face helmet—complete with sky-blue plume and everything. I couldn't see his mane, but his coat was a surprisingly deep gold, almost like the colour of freshly baked, Belgium-style waffles.
I figured that this was the leader, so I decided to name him myself, as I didn't know what his actual name was. Naturally, I picked the first thing that came to mind when I saw him: Captain Waffles.
With the order barked by Captain Waffles, the fleet of Pegasi rose to the air almost simultaneously, with a few stragglers lifting off later. The flock came rushing towards me, all intent on one thing and one thing only: my dismemberment.
Unfortunately for them, I happened to learn Confusion.
I concentrated deep within, and felt a power respond to my call. Using my arms and will to shape it, a ball of shimmering, clear energy began to coalesce before me. When it grew large enough, I pushed outward, with a loud and angry-sounding, blaring noise that I could scant believe came from me. The effect was immediate; on both the Pegasi... and on me.
I felt a burning pain course through my head (which was technically my torso as well). It felt like a combination of a hangover and an extremely hot pepper, just inside my cranium. I clutched my head in agony (hooray; arms!) and dropped like a stone to create my own crater in the frozen ground. But, in all seriousness: you should've seen the other guys.
The Pegasi flew backwards, propelled as they were by my use of Confusion. Many of them spiralled out of control, in a style reminiscent of fighter jets, while the remainder simply dropped like bags of rocks. Each and every one of them were clutching their heads in agony; some were shivering (I was pretty sure it wasn't from the cold), some were mumbling to themselves like I couldn't hear them, and some were reciting the same mantra (I was sure that it was a mantra by then) that old Spear had been mumbling as he bled out.
As sure as birds fly
And clouds give rain
We stand united
Unity through pain
Alone, we are weak
Together, we are strong
And how time has shown
We are not wrong
We are Pegasi
Strong and free
The sky is our domain
And remain that way it shall be
It took me a second to realize that the mantra was being spoken aloud by someone moving towards me. I looked up from the center of the crater that I was laying in, and saw that Captain Waffles was taking slow but steady steps towards me, the chant being repeated by him as if he was a broken record. I tried to hover, but I barely lifted a foot off the ground before slamming back down into it.
Through two tiny slits in his helmet, Captain Waffles spotted me and froze, the remains of his chant echoing into nothing.
Uh oh. He confused himself.
Epic. Now I'm hoping that he won't have to wait until he evolves into a Metagross to have two way telepathy. Cause I really want to see the reactions of these pegasi when they hear him talk inside their heads.
Huh.
Metang looks awesome, I hope he remembers to save Seth from the pit.
I'm some what confused... How did he know that he could use confusion?
Also, that's what you get for turning a single target move into an AOE.
I wonder if lightning would increase Metang's abilities, since he's made of metal…it's not like he'll melt.
A couple of ideas:
Mjolnir: Metang directs the current to one claw, and performs Hammer Arm on an opponent. A similar move could be called Thunder Drop, but replacing Hammer Arm with Seismic Toss.
Overclocker: The sudden spike of energy revitalizes Metang, raising his attack and speed temporarily.
Captain Waffles, has best name.
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BOOYA MOTHA F***** WHAT UP?!?!
Are you planning a Generation 5 pokemon?
hey Solecism, you ever consider opening up the story as a multiverse? multiple stories that may or may not crossover and intertwine n such it would be great wouldnt it? humans - turn pokemon in equestria sounds like somefin i could get behind
2438525
Sweet mother of God, that is awesome!
Is Captain Waffles Belgium?
Why only complaint about the chapters:
Can't they be just a bit longer?
2438525
In the words of scout:
UHH, PANCAKES.
2438596 Yah, the story is interesting enough that the chapters don't seem that long. But a new chapter every day is really nice, even if they are short.
2438620 I can understand that. Though it still be entertaining to see their reaction. I just thought of something; if and when he evolves into Metagross he had better hope Twilight doesn't find out that he's a friggin super computer. She'd never let him go.
2438626
I love that we get one every day, but it just doesn't satisfy me.
2438678
I have plenty of favorites stories, I just read all the chapters and I don't see any I like on the front page on my iPod.
Why am I do picky? XP
2438654
Daily updates aren't fast enough fer ya'?
Dja' rather he updated thrice an hour wit' 50-word sentences?
(Autocorrect wants sentences to be Debra)
2438704
No thanks.
And I'm just gonna stop posting after this.
Awesome. I have really been enjoying this story so far. I do admit I am in the party that is looking forward to him conversing with ponies. Talking Pokemon never really bothered me. Personally, I have always held a love for the Mystery Dungeon series. The games themselves kinda suck, but the animated specials? I always love seeing Pokemon conversing with each other, and getting a glimpse of the world that they would have if there were no humans around. Am I the only one who thinks a spin off series, like Pokemon Chronicles, except set in the Mystery Dungeon world would kick ass? And it wouldn't have to follow the plot or anything, just make it a series of anthologies, like Chronicles was, depicting random adventures of random rescue or exploration teams, with the occasional two or three-parter thrown in. Tell me that wouldn't be an awesome idea? It's not like Nintendo doesn't have the money for it, it would be worth at least one season! Ah well, I'll settle for whatever animated special comes out alongside Gates of Infinity.
2438806They tried that. Apparently it got shot down after episode 1.
Also, I would be wholly behind you making this into a multiverse where humans get transported to Equestria as pokemon.
Argh... Steel type won't help against someone many levels higher than you. He needs a plan. Might I suggest using his sharp claws and the ponies' anatomy to his advantage? Gouging wounds are effective against flesh, especially triple bladed weapons.
2438975
The nose. It's like a spear, right? Just impale him with the nose. Is it a nose? I think it is.
Just wait when he evolves again
one question, what will spears and swords do against a fucking Metang?
2438544
Was planning on it... there's a cool electric one that I've had my eye on...
Still wanna see a Ponyta!!!
tynamo... now.
Darn, I was hoping that there would be punching in this one. Aw well.
Also, why do I have the feeling that our protagonists have ended up in an Equestria BEFORE Celestia and Luna were born?
P.S. the mantra the ponies were doing reminded me of some prayers to the God Emprah that Guardsmen use.
Well, two heads are better than one!
(Since Metang has two brains and all.)
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You're thinking of Tynamo!?
DO IT!!!
Have you ever thought of putting this up on Equestria Daily?
WHY did I not remember this video earlier!! It's awesome!!!!!
2439596 I think that's Twilight
2442044
What the fck did I just watch? That was...
...
No words.
2442038
*laughs so hard that no sound comes out*
Yeah... no.
Best. name. EVER!
2442044
I am fully disturbed. I'm gonna go curl up in the fetal position and cry.