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IV: The Emperor

I'd like to put it out there that if I decided to become a muthafcking Lucario on any day of the week, that'd be pretty badass.

But the most of us, really didn't like the feeling of head-in-toilet as soon as I was released from the hospital after magics and technologies happened to cure my broken collarbone in a fee hours.

I'd gotten a message to head on over to the headmaster when a friendly bunch took notice of the chestspike and dragged me over to the restrooms and begun to dunk me over and over and over again.

It was humiliating.

I couldn't fight back, I couldn't get my head out of the bowl, I couldn't even breathe.

Lust didn't even make a joke about this being kinky.

I'm just gonna take a break from this nonsense. Pokemon + transformation + kidnappings + hazing = shitty times. Maybe later, when I feel like it. Bye for now.

---

Okay, so there was a brief scuffle over who would take control.

Wrath ended up taking out Greed and Gluttony, and then Envy and Lust teamed up to put down and tie up Wrath, then Envy and Lust ended up exhausting themselves to this half-sense of consciousness. Pride's taking a nap right now in the corner of the room. He took the toilet dunking pretty badly. So it was just me, Sloth, left. Huzzah.

Everyone thinks I'm a lazy bum. They're half right, but I see it being more efficient.

For example, I think most problems go away after you ignore them long enough. People realize that you won't do shit to solve your own problems, so one in a hundred help you out. You take it, and boom. Problem solved.

Anyways, since everyone was out of commission, I can tell you guys what happened next.

Eventually, some admin noticed the hubbub in the restroom, and cleared out. Then got to talk to this fussy dude about not starting fights, then I got sent to the principal.

The principal politely reminded me to call him "Headmaster David" but his manners slowly unwinded as I continued to call him "principal." Because that's all he is. The "principal" head honcho of these administrator of the "base."

By the end, he was gritting his teeth like he just ate some stale baguette and gave me an info dump about "Pokeumans." I'm still gonna call them Pokemon. Humanity has left all of us long ago. None of us are human anymore, after seeing what I have of the world.

Honestly. Why put effort in shit like relationships and society when it's so emotionally and mentally taxing? Just stop giving shits. After you reached the level of "no giving shits to the point you can call me constipated," people call you a lazy bum and now all you gotta worry about is food, a bed, and a roof.

I tried telling this to Pride, but obviously he didn't listen, so I never brought it up again.

Back into physical reality, the principal gave me a sheet of paper with a map of the base, a schedule, a room number, and a school supply list. Then gave me a "polite" shove out the door and gave me a "mannerful" goodbye containing something along the lines of "f*cking millenials." I "thanked" him with a reminder of his actual job of prinicipal and left to find my new living arrangements.

When I got to the room, everyone seemed to be already asleep in the formless blankets so I just went to the bottom bunk on the left side of the room and did what I do best: sleep.

---

We were all awakened by a loud "Oh, look what we have here! New roomies!"

Well, not all of us. Pride was still inconsolable in his corner, Sloth was still essentially dead, and Wrath was struggling in the ropes we tied him up with. I, Envy, took control before others could react.

I'll deny over and over again from the shrillness of the scream that was certain to be measured by scientists and wonder if there was a nearly pulsar in our neigborhood galaxy.

Well, I'm certain that any reasonable person would be surprised at seeing a f*cking bee hive floating over your face when waking up.

The rush of memories was incredible. Remembered the fact that we were kidnapped, that we broke a bone, that Pokemon existed.

So I managed to recover rather quickly, and asked the flying bee hive, "Who are you?"

The bee hive (which is probably a Vespiquin) responded with, "I think we should be asking you that question, seeing that you are the stranger in the room," gesturing to the other two inhabitants, a monkey with a nearly-spherical body sticking acupuncture needles along the side of his arms, and a ghost tapping on his? her? phone rapidly. Neither looked up to acknowledge me.

Either way, I said, "I'm Adam, and I'm new to the base. This is my new room." I gave the bee hive the room assignment for proof.

She (probably, judging from her voice) gave a cursory glance, and handed it back to me. "Well, welcome to Room 667. The Primeape's name is Roger, the Froslass is Vanessa, and I'm Lisa." Roger looked up from his needles for a bit to take a look at the newcomer, but Vanessa only continued to tap on her phone.

Probably from my look of distaste at the indifference from the two, Lisa apologized, "They take time for newcomers to warm up. Give it time. Say, hungry? Breakfast is almost over."

I took another glance at the two indifferent Pokemon and muttered a "Sure" and left the two silebt creatures behind after following the bee hive out the door and closing it.

I sighed at the brass embolded "667" and sighed. Becoming a Lucario was probably one of the worst things that could have happened.

---

Space-time here. I have been dead for a very long time. And I apologize for this chapter. It's all exposition and probably wasn't very fun to read. But I felt I had to upload at least something, to make up for the two years of inactivity.

Hopefully we get to see more bad jokes and references next chapter, whenever it's released, now all the more important characters have been introduced save for the petty bullies.
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IV: The Emperor

I'd like to put it out there that if I decided to become a muthafcking Lucario on any day of the week, that'd be pretty badass.

But the most of us, really didn't like the feeling of head-in-toilet as soon as I was released from the hospital after magics and technologies happened to cure my broken collarbone in a fee hours.

I'd gotten a message to head on over to the headmaster when a friendly bunch took notice of the chestspike and dragged me over to the restrooms and begun to dunk me over and over and over again.

It was humiliating.

I couldn't fight back, I couldn't get my head out of the bowl, I couldn't even breathe.

Lust didn't even make a joke about this being kinky.

I'm just gonna take a break from this nonsense. Pokemon + transformation + kidnappings + hazing = shitty times. Maybe later, when I feel like it. Bye for now.

---

Okay, so there was a brief scuffle over who would take control.

Wrath ended up taking out Greed and Gluttony, and then Envy and Lust teamed up to put down and tie up Wrath, then Envy and Lust ended up exhausting themselves to this half-sense of consciousness. Pride's taking a nap right now in the corner of the room. He took the toilet dunking pretty badly. So it was just me, Sloth, left. Huzzah.

Everyone thinks I'm a lazy bum. They're half right, but I see it being more efficient.

For example, I think most problems go away after you ignore them long enough. People realize that you won't do shit to solve your own problems, so one in a hundred help you out. You take it, and boom. Problem solved.

Anyways, since everyone was out of commission, I can tell you guys what happened next.

Eventually, some admin noticed the hubbub in the restroom, and cleared out. Then got to talk to this fussy dude about not starting fights, then I got sent to the principal.

The principal politely reminded me to call him "Headmaster David" but his manners slowly unwinded as I continued to call him "principal." Because that's all he is. The "principal" head honcho of these administrator of the "base."

By the end, he was gritting his teeth like he just ate some stale baguette and gave me an info dump about "Pokeumans." I'm still gonna call them Pokemon. Humanity has left all of us long ago. None of us are human anymore, after seeing what I have of the world.

Honestly. Why put effort in shit like relationships and society when it's so emotionally and mentally taxing? Just stop giving shits. After you reached the level of "no giving shits to the point you can call me constipated," people call you a lazy bum and now all you gotta worry about is food, a bed, and a roof.

I tried telling this to Pride, but obviously he didn't listen, so I never brought it up again.

Back into physical reality, the principal gave me a sheet of paper with a map of the base, a schedule, a room number, and a school supply list. Then gave me a "polite" shove out the door and gave me a "mannerful" goodbye containing something along the lines of "f*cking millenials." I "thanked" him with a reminder of his actual job of prinicipal and left to find my new living arrangements.

When I got to the room, everyone seemed to be already asleep in the formless blankets so I just went to the bottom bunk on the left side of the room and did what I do best: sleep.

---

We were all awakened by a loud "Oh, look what we have here! New roomies!"

Well, not all of us. Pride was still inconsolable in his corner, Sloth was still essentially dead, and Wrath was struggling in the ropes we tied him up with. I took control before others could react.

I'll deny over and over again from the shrillness of the scream that was certain to be measured by scientists and wonder if there was a nearly pulsar in our neigborhood galaxy.

Well, I'm certain that any reasonable person would be surprised at seeing a f*cking bee hive floating over your face when waking up.

The rush of memories was incredible. Remembered the fact that we were kidnapped, that we broke a bone, that Pokemon existed.

So I managed to recover rather quickly, and asked the flying bee hive, "Who are you?"

The bee hive (which is probably a Vespiquin) responded with, "I think we should be asking you that question, seeing that you are the stranger in the room," gesturing to the other two inhabitants, a monkey with a nearly-spherical body sticking acupuncture needles along the side of his arms, and a ghost tapping on his? her? phone rapidly. Neither looked up to acknowledge me.

Either way, I said, "I'm Adam, and I'm new to the base. This is my new room." I gave the bee hive the room assignment for proof.

She (probably, judging from her voice) gave a cursory glance, and handed it back to me. "Well, welcome to Room 667. The Primeape's name is Roger, the Froslass is Vanessa, and I'm Lisa." Roger looked up from his needles for a bit to take a look at the newcomer, but Vanessa only continued to tap on her phone.

Probably from my look of distaste at the indifference from the two, Lisa apologized, "They take time for newcomers to warm up. Give it time. Say, hungry? Breakfast is almost over."

I took another glance at the two indifferent Pokemon and muttered a "Sure" and left the two silebt creatures behind after following the bee hive out the door and closing it.

I sighed at the brass embolded "667" and sighed. Becoming a Lucario was probably one of the worst things that could have happened.

---

Space-time here. I have been dead for a very long time. And I apologize for this chapter. It's all exposition and probably wasn't very fun to read. But I felt I had to upload at least something, to make up for the two years of inactivity.

Hopefully we get to see more bad jokes and references next chapter, whenever it's released, now all the more impoartant characters have been introduced save for the petty bullies.
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iii. The Empress

As I woke up, I realized that I was no longer at home. Nor at school. But instead restrained in the back of a truck. I could not scream, for I was gagged. Nor could I escape, for I was bound. There was a man, in the back with me. With his large stature, and his unforgiving expression, one could easily mistake him for a beast, a brute in society. But his eyes seemed pained, turmoil reflecting in his eyes as he looked back at me, almost ashamed.

Then the truck had crashed.

I was thrown against the front of the car, headfirst, and I struggled to keep my consciousness. The man, unfazed, leapt out of the dangerously careening vehicle, and began to engage at his enemy, one that was not human, for he had lupine qualities and fought fiercely, able to summon large orbs of bright blue light, all during the downpour.

As the rain continued with no signs of abation, another creature joined into the melee, assisting the lupine creature bring down the man. It was fox-like, dark, and able to move at great speed to leave afterimages which seemed to move on their own, and fought with great claws on each hand.

But the battle ended quickly, the man was able to predict the movements of that dark-colored fox, and managed to swing his rifle into the soft underbelly of it. It only had time to cough before the man shot his head with a futuristic pistol, a green light quickly placing the creature out of commission. At this point, I figured that my concussed brain no longer had a grip in reality, and thought it all as hallucination.

The blue lupine creature wasn't happy about this, and fought doubly as hard. However, he soon went down as well, falling victim to a barrage of green lazers that he was unable to evade.

From there, I blacked out.

---

I again woke to a sterile hospital room, in contrast to the dank back of the truck. I had hoped that everything was yet a dream, until the same man who fought off those creatures entered via the only door in the small room.

He sat in the chair, and was silent. And I, too weary to speak, was silent as wel. The silence remained unbroken, until he said, "I am sorry."

I said nothing, but waited for him to continue.

He followed the prompt, "I am sorry for kidnapping you from your previous home and previous life."

In a disinterested tone, I replied, "What for? You seem good at kidnapping teenage girls and fighting other humans. You have to save money for your mansion in Bel-Air from your pitiful share of any ransom you receive. Why bother showing remorse now?" I finished, gesturing to the pair of hancuffs on my left wrist to the frame of the hospital bed.

The man seemed to take offense at this, and said nothing. So I took that as a sign to continue.

"If anything, if you were to be sorry, you would have given in to those two people while you were in combat, and allowed my escape. Instead, I am here, awaiting my fate. Quite frankly, thanks."

That man put on a fake smile. "Oh, but what if it was the choice between this job or certain death?"

I scoffed. "Certain death? Please, continue spewing nonsense to justify kidnapping."

"How about irreparable brainwashing?"

I started to laugh, until he pressed a button on the side of my bedside. The door opened again, to reveal the very same lupine creature I had seen in my hallucination. I suddenly sat up in bed, only to make a 'chink' sound as the handcuffs prevented me from sitting all the way up.

The man sighed, and said, "This here is a Pokeuman. The very same who tried to rescue you, in fact. The species is Lucario. And since he failed against me, I had no choice but to capture him. Since he refused to side with Pokextinction, the side which aims to control these beings, they decided to brainwash him (how, I have no clue) and now he has no will whatsoever, and no purpose to fulfill but our own." He concluded with a "You also happen to be one of them, which is why my orders were to capture you."

I leaned back heavily in bed. I wanted everything to stop, so I can have a chance to digest this information. But there was more.

"This entire fiasco starts where creatures like he and you were plentiful. Then humanity happened, along with a big war. So these Pokemon left, after wiping every bit of evidence, including memories. But the genetic material was still there, from cross-breeding. Then the founder of this society caused this big boom, and now anyone with enough DNA can morph into one of these creatures. And so they and their society was dubbed, "Pokeumans." And we, "Pokextinction" which tries to control them. And this has been all hush-hush, up until now." He finished.

The 'Lucario' remained standing as he was when he entered, not showing any human characteristics but remaining eerily still, almost blending into the landscape of the pure-white wall, seeming more like a high-definition photo rather than an organism with thought. His grey eyes remained staring in the area of approximately two feet left from my head.

It was all too much, and as any normal human would've done in these circumstances, threw up.

But seeing as I haven't ate recently, nothing came save for bitter bile.

The man simply sighed, and allowed me to finish emptying my innards on the floor. And when it was so, he asked, "So what are you going to do?"

I wiped my mouth on my arm, and slightly shuddered at the touch of bile. But I then said in a light whisper, "As any other living being would do."

I took one last glance at the glazed eyes of the Lucario, who didn't even react to the vomit's slow approach, and then touch. "Choose to fight on the side of the controller than be an eternal servant."

----
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Chapter 2: The High Priestess

Later, the majority of us started to hobble up from our artificially-induced sleep. And son after we realized what had transpired, there was utter pandemonium.

As if the Lord above had said, "Let the mind be riddled with dank memes and bad FNAF fanfiction."

In overview, Wrath and Greed went ham, and it took the rest of us to stop them. But eventually, we regained our wits, where pleasant conversation could continue and polite company would be appreciated.

And me, being the only competent guy around here to get anything done, managed to get that we were tied up (Lust started to get really excited and started to talk to herself about something that involved "kinky" and "submissive") and we were in the back of a van, getting transported somewhere, destination unknown.

Wrath then managed to seize control and started to struggle, until we could all feel exhaustion hitting us like a convertible vs. pedestrian, and then the van stopped.

Before you, reader, think that's a good thing, let me enlighten you on something called "momentum."

Momentum is known as the measureable quantity of inertia a given object has, scaling with the amount of mass it has. A body may not have too much mass (unless you got something called Gluttony sharing a body) but going at 40+ mph to zero is very, very bad. Especially if you slam your left shoulder into the wall first, and breaking your collarbone.

Again, the Lord popped up from the heavens above and called on Pepe and FoxyXBalloonBoy to destroy a wonderful thing called the human mind.

But we barely managed to halt Gluttony from suffocating Envy by weight alone until we heard a voice from outside that was distinctly female.

"Gus, what the hell?! For the nth time, stop Giga Impacting all goddamn vans!" said a rather irate voice.

"Sorry," replied the not-so-sorry, kinda-stupid sounding male counterpart.

All of us were in silence as we witnessed the back of the van open, and saw the light cascade into the dark void of our prison, and saw our two protectors from our miserable fate.

We were all surprised when we saw two Pokemon stroll inside normally (well, as normally as you can be if you were two Pokemon and destroyed an armored vehicle in one move).

Normally, we would have flipped more shit than pancakes at a pancake fair, but this was too much for all pof us, so that pretty much dulled and desensitized our nerve endings that we wouldn't really be surprised if Luffy and Kratos joined our merry band of the real world + other fictional worlds better than this one ( = a very bad fanfic).

The Gardevoir said, "Are you alright?"

So I piped up and said, "I'm quite fine and dandy, if you're willing to ignore the fact that I started to grow spikes of steel and got kidnapped and then rescued by two mythical creatures. Oh, and a broken collarbone. Can't forget the collarbone."

The Dragonite uttered a very intelligent, "Uh?"

Ms. Gardevoir rolled her eyes and said, "You're taking this rather lightly. We could've been friends, if it weren't for the fact that you're another goddamn Lucario."

Greed replied for me, "How so?"

Came the reply, "Well, maybe 30% of our population is Lucario/Riolu. Lucario are a fucking joke. Can't stand them. Always have obnoxious egos, and whiny voices."

Wow, it feels great to be loved.

Lust piped in, "Are you willing to, uhm, overlook that oversight? Maybe at least one of us can prove you wrong." And then winked before anyone else could respond.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? Lust is pansexual.

The Gardevoir smirked, but said nothing about our suggestive behavoir (Thanks, Lust!). Instead, she said, "It'd be nice to chat, but we better get going. My bucket list does not include, 'Get shot in ass while fleeing from mobs of brainwashed creatures because of making small talk with a transformee."

We all stared at her curiously.

She shook her head and laughed. "Right, you have no clue what any of that means. We'll teleport back to base, and we can get you set up. Maybe then we can chat. Name's Christy, by the way, and as you may know, this is Gus, who's gonna pay for that broken arm of yours."

Gus broke in and said, "No fly?"

Sigh from Christy. "No fly. Teleport."

The Dragonite huffed, smoke billowing out of his nostrils. "But I no like teleport. Teleport makes me throw up breakfast."

Christy did a perfect facepalm. "THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE YOU INSIST ON EATING TWENTY POP TARTS FOR BREAKFAST EVERY DAY!"

Gus folded his stubby arms. "But Pop Tarts tasty. Makes stomach feel all sweet inside."

"To which I can attest to," said Gluttony, only to the rest of us.

"Shut up,"said Rest of Us to Gluttony.

By the time us seven (yes, Sloth was finally awake again, surprise, surprise) went back to the conversation, Christy managed to convince Gus that they should teleport, somehow.

Without further ado, we teleported.

---

Gus was right. Teleportation really does make you throw up breakfast.

Christy both laughed when a powerful Dragonite and a Lucario transformee jostled and raced to the nearest garbage can to deposit our respective breakfasts into the rather minature wastebasket. The nearby receptionist only looked on with horror.

Eventually, Christy managed to halt her shits and giggles and Gus and my upheavals to get checked into the hospital, where I'd stay for the next week.

All of us jumped at the duration. A week?

"Yes, yes," said the rather harried male Chansey, who was in charge of taking care of all of our stuff. "A week."

"But… but… an entire week? Why?" Wrath said, angrily (when is he never?).

"Because," the Chansey said, looking into our collective eyes with his own bloodshot eyes and baggy eyelids. "You need a week of rest to fully transform, and no exceptions."

"You can't expect me to sleep for a week without any exciting activity! You can't stop me!" shouted Wrath, despite our hushes and pleads from the rest of us.

"Well, then." said Mr. Chansey, casting an evil eye which caused a cold finger to run up our spines. "I'll make you." (Cue Beethoven's 5th symphony)

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(And that's the end of Chapter Two! This is the author, not Pride, and I'm here to ask you a question: you guys A-OK with Pride's narrative, or do you want some other styles? You guys can request some other sin's narrative, some I've already thought about. Others I'm not sure what to do.

Pride: Current
Lust: Dating sim!
Wrath: RPG Style!
Envy: Blank verse
Sloth: Procrastinator's Half-assed Narrative
Gluttony: IDK
Greed: Something to do with money? IDK

Put your replies in the comments below, and hopefully with something that'll help me improve! After all, this is for all our enjoyment, and it'd be best if we could all help each other out. (That being said, I should do the same to stop being hypocritical)

Thanks, and hope to seeya soon!)
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Chapter One: The Magician

There's exactly seven of us here which take up residence in this body. And since there's a correlation between consciousness and a desire for property, we split him amongst us.

Gluttony enjoyed his belly and stomach, which pleased him to no  end during meals and snacks, and would complain everytime there was extra food to be eaten. Control of the mouth was disputed between him and another one of us, because both's interests had involved the mouth. The other six of us would say, "HELL NO," and made sure he didn't get out of hand.

Well, actually only five of us. Sloth just migrated downwards to take up all the legs, the backside, and the buttocks. Sure, he got a large portion of the body, but the rest of us didn't bother with the legs and butt and back. Sloth didn't especialy care either, so it worked out wel for the rest of us.

Then there's Wrath. Always short-tempered, and always wanted vengeance, he figured out that the best way to do that 24/7 was to take up the arms, and made his base of operations the fists. Later on, he would go on a spree of conquest to claim the knees and feet because fists weren't enough. But Sloth didn't mind too much.

Oh boy, it's Lust. You know what, if you can't guess immediately what she jumped right for, then keep your innocence. She also enjoyed travelling up the spinal cord and wanted Attention, and she wanted it Now, much to the annoyance ro the rest of us.

Greed is a funny dude. Whenever we want to use a random part of the body (that technically none of is own), he's always there to give you that area, for a loan. Which would be just an IOU some time anywhere I own. So far, he's accumilated over six years worth of rent time, but he still hasn't used any of it. Strange guy. He probably keeps all those imaginary pieces of paper in the ears., where he works in keeping them organized, in piles of 64. He was the guy who also wanted the mouth.

Envy is strange. She splits the majority of her time between instigating battles between us (Wrath vs. Sloth, what fun) and just brooding in the eyes, looking out into the world for more things that are out there that could be hers (ours) but does nothing about it. And then watches in delight in observing those who have better things suffer. And doesn't want to put in a single iota in getting what she wants, and just broods all the time.

And me? Duh. I'm Pride. I live in the head (hello, world!) and the nervous system. Since I'm connected to pretty much everything, that means (no, Greed, not toll booths) that all of the other six likes to pop up once in a while. Sometimes we throw a party, and that gets pretty insane.

Who's in control of the body as a whole? Well, me.

Who else would be writing a story about himself and posting it online?

---

Envy and Greed have always wanted me OUT, but that isn't happening anytime soon. Firstly, because I'm Pride. It's part of my contract (It's not, hush hush) to be in charge because then this body would end up either NEET (Sloth, Gluttony, Envy) or behind bars (Wrath, Greed, Lust).

Another reason is because this body just received a new addition. So I invited the other six to come up here with me (Yes, that means you, Sloth) and give it a look-see this morning.

We borrowed Envy's live-time camera wire (grumble grumble said Envy) and so tried to make sense of why a huge-ass spike was growing out of this body's chest.

We all whipped our heads to Gluttony, who was in charge of the chest/torso as well as the belly and mouth.

Gluttony shrugged and said, "Do you really think that I would have time to make a large, steel spike on the chest? Growing a weapon on the body is Wrath's thing." He went back to enjoying the taste of last-night's midnight snack, which he WOULDN'T STOP BOTHERING ME AND SLOTH ABOUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

But what he said was true, so we turned to Wrath.

But then Wrath said, "Do I LOOK like the guy who would grow a spike on the chest? I'd much rather turn my left fist into lead, so we can defend ourselves and beat the shit out of annoying people." Which was also true, so we left Wrath off the hook.

However, this only ended up becoming a circular argument, each of us pointing fingers at another until we all started to ignore the vision received from the eyes, and instead figured that the more pressing matter at hand was trying to prevent Wrath from giving Lust a permanent new hole through her kidneys.

So we all naturaly missed the body going on autopilot when the doorbell was rung, and we figured that we had dun goofed when we all passed out when everything became covered in sedating, powerful, purple sleep.

Sloth was happy that day to sleep twice before noon.
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