NaChaWriMo day 6 - LeoTheObserver Part 1 (Patreon)

Due to this story being a bit longer, I will be writing this in two parts. Part 2 will be released on a future date.

-----------------------

It’s been a month since I found the books, the research papers and all the notes tucked away in a box beneath piles upon piles of textbooks found in the corner of my professor’s office. The box itself was dirty and dusty, but the papers themselves didn’t look older than a year or so. Large red ink stamps on the front pages warn any reader of what’s inside, but I didn’t bother heeding those warnings. Besides, if the man behind these papers really wanted them destroyed, why weren’t they shredded? Burned? Ripped up and tossed into the ocean off Castelia Bridge?

Six months ago, something very strange happened. The route that connected Nimbasa city and Castelia city was entirely roped off. Route 4, which was a very trafficked route due to it being the only route that connected the north and south regions of Unova, was closed off to all traffic. No cars, no pedestrians, not even emergency vehicles were allowed to pass through the route. The only road that could connect the northern and southern halves was a crudely made dirt path which connected Nacrene city and Route 14. It caused mayhem, confusion, and overall frustration for anyone who used Route 4 as a work route. Regardless, the government only gave vague non-answers about how they were “working on it.”

Twenty days later, the route opened up again, and nothing was different. Life continued, and the route wasn’t closed again. The closure was never explained.

My university professor, however, had a vague, general idea of what happened. He had a long-time colleague he used to work for who left the university in order to “make a name for himself” in the “real world.” Two weeks later, he landed a government job in pokemon studies and had to stop outwardly expression what he was doing in his job. Fortunately, my professor is a nosey man and did some digging. A week before the Route 4 closure, he told me that for some reason, he moved regions three times in the span of six days, and not only that, he had a partner pokemon that was registered to his plane tickets. A Sylveon.

This wouldn’t be too odd for anyone who didn’t know this man, but according to my professor, he was quite against owning pokemon. He said in his words that he would never, ever have a pokemon of his own, much less one he would call his partner.

Then the closure happened, then a few months later, my professor got a folder of papers addressed to him, explaining all the studies that the strange man did, and how it lead to his own disappearance. My professor was nosey, but not nosey enough to pick up where the man left off.

But I didn’t have that same self-restraint as he did. I wanted to know more.

The papers detailed a strange energy called corruption, which seemed to have incredible, magical properties. It could transform a pokemon, much like a mega evolution stone or wishing star, but with much more…not safe for work qualities. I read all the lewd papers with a blush, at first letting out a laugh at how stupid the whole study sounded, but as the papers went on, I became more and more enraptured by the concept.

The final paper, which was dated a day before the route closure, was on Glaceon, and went into more-than-necessary detail on how the pokemon, when introduced to corruption, would cause humans to turn into blue-balled Glaceons incapable of orgasm. The paper itself felt wrinkled, as if it was dipped in water, then completely dried out.

Suddenly, I had an incredible idea.

I gathered a team of researchers that I convinced to help me, then went ahead and picked up the studies right where they left off. I did a private forensics study on the final research paper to find out that inside the tiny crevices of the paper were drips of sexual fluids. The paper had become soaked in (what I could only imagine being) precum from the Glaceon, then dried.

Using the blueprints found on the first page of the documents, I was able to construct a fascinating mechanism that could absorb this corruption energy from something like the tiny drops of precum from the Glaceon soaked into the research paper. It wasn’t a lot at all, but the document warns that the energy of corruption can spread faster than a wildfire if not contained, so I wasn’t worried it wouldn’t be enough.

Could the ability to turn humans into pokemon really be something in the near future…? And if so, how close did this researcher get to that goal? How did he disappear…?

Once we managed to isolate the corrupt energy, my team celebrated. All of us were ecstatic at the idea that we were so close to a possible breakthrough. All we needed to run the experiment was a pokemon…which none of us had.

We have partner pokemon, but after reading through what would happen to them once corrupt, none of us wanted to put our friends through that. We were going to try capturing a wild pokemon, but there was no changing the fact none of us had trainer licences, we couldn’t buy pokeballs legally, and capturing a pokemon without a ball is very illegal. So we finally landed on adopting a pokemon from the pokemon centre. Again we hit another hitch, there simply weren’t any pokemon that seemed like good candidates for our corruption studies, except for…

“Well…we have a Girafarig, do you want to take him home?”

…a Girafarig, one of those strange pokemon from Johto. It was one of those pokemon that had completely slipped my mind existed, and I felt like there were hundreds of other “more suitable” pokemon that would bring something to the corruption table, but…

We took it back to our lab. We treated it well, kept it fed and respected, before leading it inside the makeshift corruption chamber we made. The chamber, we presumed, didn’t have to be airtight since we would be injecting it through a syringe, not through any gaseous state.

Once everything was prepared, I gave the go-ahead for the corruption to be injected.

To be continued in part 2