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Big Trouble, Little Bats by YewSoup
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions
09 May 2023
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Ingo and Emmet are the Subway Bosses of Gear Station. They live a good life, battling and driving trains. A team nobody can beat! Including Team Plasma.
Ghetsis wants the Subway Bosses out of his way. And this is what comes from that desire.-----
Another TF of the train men! I was going to update other fics and then this happened. There are no goo based Pokemon transformations on this site that I can find and it's one of my favourite tropes so here we are!
Gligar and Zubat for the boys ♥
Like my other TF fic most warnings of this fic are for just the first chapter -
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What is it?"
"They're... sticky? Slimy? It's a... very strange texture. I wasn't expecting it." Haxorus explains as she struggles slightly, to pull her claws away. "But it doesn't seem to have any ill effects to touch."The poor dears are shivering, she notes.
The subway tunnels are always a bit chilly in the fall. Especially when it gets closer to winter. And these poor dears are so small. Soaking wet as well.
They need help.So she gathers the gligar under her arm. Scooping the Zubat up in her claws. It's awkward, but she'll make it work.
(The goo seems to drip, but never leave the Pokemon's bodies.)Nodding to Eelektross, they both start walking down the tracks once more.
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Oh well, Chandelure must just be tired because it's late and trust their judgement. Not willing to wake up and see what's going on if it isn't dire.---
To Chandelure, sleeping in her pokeball, it seems like her trainers and Haxorus came back into the room. She doesn't look any closer at the souls due to her familiarity with them in order to note that the exhaustion her trainers were feeling is worse and different now.
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Jackie gives Eelektross and Haxorus a slightly confused look when they show up without their trainers. "The bosses sent you two ahead with the grunts? They didn't radio me about that..."
Haxorus and Eelektross share a look. They're not in their office. The depot agent on duty hasn't seen them...
What happened to their trainers?
Jackie seems to note their worried faces, and pauses from their tying up of the grunts. "They... did send you, didn't they? They're okay?"
The depot agent, as mysterious a cryptid they may be, gets quite worried when the Pokemon seem uncertain about their questions. "I'm going to radio them. Can you two watch the grunts?"
(They don't get a response.)
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The conductor slowly opens his eyes. Vision blurry. Eyes stinging. He groans and closes them again. "Are you okay Emmet?" His voice, usually strong, is weak. And his breath rasps in his chest in a strange way. Chest feeling almost... bubbly. Foamy.
There's something in it there isn't supposed to be."I am Emmet. I cannot see."
"You- what? Emmet?" Can't see? What?Ingo's eyes shoot open as he tries to push himself upright. He fails as blood rushes to his head and he flops back down, groaning. The colours of the room are too sharp. The lights too bright.
They had them on the dimmer side when they left. Did somebody turn them brighter...?
"The grunts did something to us." Emmet states.
Grunts? Right... Plasma. They were chasing... Team Plasma... "They... threw something at us?" He asks. Tilting his head to look at where his brother is. But he can only see a mass of... blue? Purple? Huh? "I think there's something over your head."
The blurple mass twitches. "They threw something at us." Emmet confirms, though his voice is getting quieter. "Something over my head?"
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Eelektross and Haxorus watch on with worry. "Are you two alright?" Haxorus asks as she taps her claws together. (Tired minds fail to process words. Only understanding concerned tone and worried faces.)
"We're alright, Haxorus!" Ingo reassures, suppressing a cough. Emmet gives her and Eelektross a thumbs up of reassurance.They are not convinced.
Neither is Jackie as they squint at their bosses. "You two are too tired. You need to go home."
Said bosses are still sitting on the floor. "I am Emmet I-" Ingo flops against him a bit, tired. Tired enough to interrupt. "...we should go home. I think whatever those grunts threw at us is messing with our perception...."Their Pokemon, obviously, let out alarmed squawks and warbles. "What! They THREW something at you?"
"This is bad."Jackie talks over the Pokemon. "The Plasma grunts threw something at you?"
"Yes... it was... gooey? I'm not... everything's fuzzy..." Ingo puts a hand to his head. His breaths are still far too shallow. His lungs feel too full.
Emmet nods in agreement. The nodding makes his head spin slightly. (The lights of the room feel too bright.) (They're still as dim as they left them.)Their depot agent pinches the bridge of their nose. Sighing deeply. "I think they drugged you guys or something."
Jackie straightens, fixing their bosses with a firm look. "Go home. If you still feel bad in the morning. Go to the doctor. Either way I better not see you back in the station tomorrow."Jackie does not know proper drug procedures for humans off the top of their head. What they DO know is that their bosses are incredibly stubborn. "I will get the other depot agents in on it." They threaten.
Ingo and Emmet know they're serious.
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