Darkness ... 

All I felt was darkness ...

No more aching or pain in my chest or side. No more commotion trying to destroy my senses. I couldn't even see anything, though my eyes were still wide open. 

The last thing I remembered was that one Stone Edge attack piercing my chest, and then landing with a hard slam to the ground. Some screaming and light ringing in my pointy ears, and then silence. Icy cold cement pressed against my red cheek until my own warm blood soaked into my fur and numbed my entire body. The bright spotlights overhead casting a warm ray into my eyes until I only saw white. I couldn't move, couldn't BREATHE, but ... I was helpless ... 

Was this what being paralyzed or frozen felt like? Not being able to move that part of your body? Not being able to fight back, or even see what was coming? Sure, I've been poisoned or burned before, but since I'm an Electric Type, getting paralyzed was impossible, and there weren't very many Ice-Type moves that COULD freeze an opponent, and as though that wasn't enough, getting frozen was nearly impossible.

But now, I just feel nothing. No wind in my fur, no pain, hell, not even any emotions! Usually, I'd be asking if anyone was there, but I can't even feel my mouth or tongue. Then again, you usually can't unless you start thinking about it, but that was beside the point ...

There was then a bright light, brighter than the sun, or any star I've ever seen, and then ...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was back on the cement. Cold, hard, and achy against my skin. I slowly push myself up and nearly scream in shock. Instead of my small, yellow paws, they were ... Deformed, black claws that just, for lack of better words, projected from my small body. I almost looked like a shadow, in a way, but just ... An off-gray instead. I scan the area around me to see police tape and cars parked around the area, along with numbers plastered around the area, and ... A chalk outline of a Pikachu ...? But that's what I am, right?!

I then hear a voice, a sharp bark, hollering. "Hey! What are you doing here, this is a crime scene!!" A Herdier in a police uniform yapped, shining a flashlight at me and making me flinch. Was he talking to me? He then growls lowly at me, baring his sharp teeth, and I did what any reasonable person would do. 

I ran like a coward. What? I wasn't going to fight a cop, that's illegal!! I highly doubted that I even knew the move Splash! There was no freaking way that I could take him on and WIN!

I ran and I ran, though I couldn't feel my legs moving. I looked down, just to see the same shadowy substance that made up my hands form a stump, like I was a Muk or Grimer. But that didn't matter. I just had to get away. I ran and ran and ran until I dove into an alleyway, panting softly as I waited for the Herdier to pass. 

Once I finally caught my breath, I saw a shattered and broken mirror discarded in the dumpster beside me. As I picked it up, I noticed my paw was trembling as it held it up to see that I was an actual monster. No facial features or actual features at all, just two blank white orbs staring back in the place of my eyes. I moved to open my mouth, only to see an even darker pit to form behind a petrifying set of jaws. Like the gates to the underworld was my mouth instead. I immediately snap my jaw shut, tearing up at this horrible creature I was now, my small body trembling and wavering, like it would fall apart any moment.

Everything that happened before this was still so clear, though. I was just a normal Pikachu, living my best life. A popstar, even, with a loving boyfriend. We'd made dinner plans for the following night ... How long had it been since I was knocked out? No, knocked out wasn't the right term, I literally DIED and then came back again ... Reincarnated? That sounds right ... Anyway, I was just living my normal life, and having a few battles in the battle ring to let off some loose charge, and then ...  That Lycanrock had to take me out ... For what, a few measly dollars and bragging rights from killing a famous popstar? Not worth it in my opinion, but I suppose that's only fair coming from the victim.  

What was Jasper even going right now ...? 

What am I doing right now ...? I can't even look at myself, anymore, so how can I expect anyone else to ...? I ... I just have to hide. At least until I find Jasper and then maybe he can help me. He doesn't have to know I'm his dead girlfriend haunting him from beyond the grave ... Does he? Nah, not at first, anyways. I'll let him know later. THAT would be best. But first, I HAVE to cover myself. What would I even call myself? Calling myself Pepper would surely make him think I'm insane, but I could come up with a name on the way.

I nod a little to myself, then pull out a paper bag from the trash, gagging a bit at the stench. Did no one know that these things could be cleaned? Thankfully, my bag only stank of french fry grease, but it wasn't too dirty. I popped in two small holes for my eyes with my claws and then sighed shakily as I looked to see if anyone was coming. I then started running home in the middle of the night in the city, making sure to stay in the lit-up areas and in the areas I knew...

Back to my mansion ...

Back to my home ...

Back to Jasper ... 

As Gwen ...