Pokemorphed (Current)

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You know those things that are so ugly they're cute?

Zinc is not one of those things.

Sure, he's not terribly ugly-

But he's still not cute. Though he does to cute things.

Like how on the car ride home, he pinched my wing beneath the seatbelt and his claws trying to get comfortable, which sounds horrible but was actually really wholesome. (Mainly because I was too busy trying to get him situated to take in the awkwardness of the car ride)

When we got inside, I asked my mom if I could take Zinc to my room, and she said yes. (Though with a lot of hesitation). He also both discovered and destroyed the new child-proof locks on my window while my back was turned, searching through my shelf.

"Found it!" I said, turning just as his little claws ripped a piece of the window off. "Hey-!"

"Smells weird," Zinc said, running his antennae over the piece of plastic. I glanced towards the window and back towards the chunk Zinc was holding.

"Oh, yeah, destroy that," I said, running my fingers over the pokeball in my hands. I can't believe they tried to child-lock my window. For one, I'm thirteen. I may have lost a few years when I Pokemorphed, but I didn't lose brain cells. Plus, if I really wanted to leave, I could just supersonic through the window.

I guess it's nice to know they ca-

RiiiIIIIppPP. Zinc's claws scrabbled across the windowsill, tugging the rest of the plastic loose. I shot a quick glance at my open door. I turned back to find Zinc chewing on the plastic chucks.

"Ahhh no, spit that out!" I laughed, hurrying to the bed. Zinc spat across my blankets, surrounded by plastic shavings. "Buddy, you can't eat those."

"It didn't taste good," Zinc said.

"No, really?" I asked, sitting next to him with a whUMPH.

Zinc's antennae brushed my leg, and I shuddered.

"Good smell," He said.

"I mean, I haven't showered in like, three days but thank you."

Zinc shrugged up next to me and ran his antennae over the pokeball. He shuffled, resting his head on my thigh. It was light, almost as if his entire body was hollow.

Weird, I thought as he probed the pokeball some more. He began jabbing at it with his antennae. I rotated it slightly, and he poked the little white button on the front.

With a flash of light, he was sucked inside. I felt the ball pulsate lightly. Once. Twice. Three times. Click!

"Mine now," I said with a grin. I set the ball in my lap. It felt a little warm, but that was probably because my hands were sweating.

I brushed the plastic pieces off the bed and reached to unlock the window, but I stopped as footsteps began to lightly tap up the stairs. I quickly turned away from the window, tried in vain to sweep the plastic shaving under my bed with my feet, and stared at my father as he rounded the bend. His expression was... indescribably neutral.

"Turn on a light," he said, flicking the switch on my wall. I squinted as the room brightened, until my eyes adjusted.

"Ugh," I said, blinking, "I can see in the dark."

"'Can' and 'will be' are different phrases," he said.

"I 'will be' see in the dark?" I said questioningly.

He gave me a long look.

"Listen, your mother is downstairs making pasta," he said, "She told me not to tell you off, but the rules still stand. We're your parents, and you have to respect that."