I was never truly living. Life has lost its meaning after my parents died. I started to believe nothing matters and went into escapism. Novels and games. That was my life. But I knew death would come.
And it did. I was shot in the head after making a couple of bad decisions like joining a gang and being bad at stealing.
Anyway I have been turned into some kind of humanoid shadow monster and have been stuck in a grass field for who knows how long. I did many things to fight the boredom. Like doing push-ups and exercising. Punching the ground or myself. Playing with my hands. Running.
But it didn't help much. I got bore because there is no wind, no sound besides my self, no people, no animals, nothing but FUCKING GRASS. So I started meditating, to try and clear my mind. Eventually I felt a weird warm feeling and when I tried to do something with it, it disappeared.
I started meditating again to feel it again. The same thing happened as last time. I kept on doing the same until I was finally able to do something with it. I made the inside of my fist glow. My fist exploded.
It hurts really bad. I am bleeding mist, but I like this feeling because it has been a while since I felt pain. Punching myself or the ground didn't hurt. I felt nothing until now. I like the pain. No, I LOVE IT! I started feeling light headed and my vision went blurry. I stopped loving it. I black out.
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Porygon model C-3 6378 version 1.9 advance coding and superior analytics abilities gave her more self awareness and will compared to her other brethren. Porygon sees this as a curse not a blessing because Porygon knows she has to follow her code no matter what or get destroyed. Model A-2 5321 version 1.8 showed her that.
So Porygon roams Pokemon Banks servers, its workers tabs, and other parts of cyberspace when she can get away with it. One time while doing this Porygon watched a video of Cynthia, champion of Sinnoh destroying all the other champions in the world tournament. Porygon wished that she had the power to destroy whatever she wants and to do whatever she wants. Cynthia is her role model. Porygon wished she could be her.
Eventually Porygon detected an anomaly in Pokemon Banks cyberspace and servers. Porygon investigates and finds a pokemon that isn't in her database and cyberspace unfrozen. Cyberspace being unfrozen is highly illegal when containing pokemon. The punishment for such a crime is very hefty fines. Protocol states that Porygon should move any and all pokemon to a different cyberspace and remove all evidence of the cyberspace, but she is unable to do this because the pokemon isn't in her database and has been scanned as a ghost type.
Moving ghost types must follow an unique moment protocol to avoid them possessing electronics. A private company that breaks ghost protocol is liable to be immediately shut down.
Porygon's programming doesn't know what to do so an error pops up. Errors are rare, but they force a reboot that changes code around automatically so the pokemon doesn't die. Porygon is able to take advantage of these errors to remove some restrictive code and improve her overall programming which she does every time she faces a reboot.
Porygon is forced to reboot and wait until an admin gives instructions. Porygon watches the weird pokemon for now. It is just sitting cross legged, with its fists closed laid upon its legs, and is channeling fighting energy. It than channels the energy into its right fist and uses force palm with its fist close. The pokemon exploded its fist.
What a dumb pokemon. Honestly Porygon thinks she understands why there aren't any of these pokemon in her database. They all must have died from their innate stupidity.
Porygon made a report, and than got messaged by the admin. The admin orders her to keep the pokemon alive and give it company for now. Porygon enters the box's cyberspace. Porygon uses healing pulse on the pokemon. It wakes up shortly after.
It stares at Porygon blankly with its red fiery eyes.
"Hey do you speak?" the weird pokemon spoke.
"I do speak." Porygon replied.
"Ok, there are many possibilities on why there is a Polygon, a pokemon speaking to me. Maybe I was drugged and me dying and everything was all a hallucination and what is happening right now is one too. Or I am a pokemon and have been isekai. Or three, this is all a very bad fever dream." The weird shadow pokemon said.
"I am a Porygon, not a Polygon. I have been ordered to accompany you and keep you alive. I don't care for your delusions. Do as I order you, or else." Porygon states.
"Or else what?" It challenged.
"I will put you to sleep, or use pain compliance techniques." I tell the dumb pokemon.
The pokemon stares at Porygon. It then tries to tackle Porygon. Porygon swiftly uses hypnosis and puts it to sleep.
Porygon knows she is in for a headache for a while.