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"Yeah I'm fine." Sara said, putting on a smile.

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Silver: At the big tree, Silver and her 'team'(Shadow, Sora, and Shade) waited while other pokehumans made their way to them. Just then, Shade looked sharply at a group of bushes nearby. "What is it?" Silver asked.
Shade: "There is someone in the bushes..." he replied, and then shouted, "Come out!" A Lucario pokehuman slowly rose and walked out of the bushes.
Lucas:(the Lucario pokehuman) "How did you know I was in there? I hid myself perfectly. Unless... Could it be you have the power to see my aura? I'm Lucas by the way. I escaped from the lab a few years back."
Shade: "Who knows? All I know is that I could sense you. Don't ask me about aura."
Lucas: "Hmm... Well then. Are there other pokehumans that escaped?"
Silver: "Yes. I'm Silver and this is Shade. Those two are Sora and Shadow. The others are makeing their way here right now."

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Emma misplaced her foot on a branch and fell out of the tree and into a berry bush, yelping loudly. Abby gasped and jumped from the tree, helping her out of the bush. "Emma! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She said. "I think I snapped my ankle, is it okay?" Emma asked. Abby looked at her twisted leg and squinted, gritting her teeth. "It's... Pretty bad." Abby said.

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Sugar heard about the meeting spot. She followed the group of pokehumans from the trees. She jumped from tree to tree until the group stopped at a large tree. She jumped onto the large tree, and hid so they wouldn't see her.

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Frost smiled at the little goomy girl. "What's your name?" She asked. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

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Aurora, having flown next to the group of pokehumans that seemed to be the "leaders", was just looking around when Shade noticed someone in the bushes, who turned out to be another pokehuman named Lucas, although he had escaped years before.

"Hello, I'm Aurora." She said, greeting their new arrival.

My name is Zale.

I don’t know much. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know why they keep me trapped in this room with white walls. I don’t know why they keep strapping me down to a flaming chair and leaving me there for days. I don’t know why I keep seeing things that aren’t there.
But I do know my name, and my name is Zale.

Today, today began like any other day. I woke up in my tank, my peaceful, familiar, friendly tank of utter silence. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that it was them draining my tank that had awoken me; I would not have awoken otherwise. I felt it, the smooth sensation of the tank’s liquid, a solution as black as night, slipping past me and down the drain. I remained as I was, standing silently in a tank of rapidly disappearing fluid. It slipped past my eyes, then my shoulders, then my waist, but I did not open my eyes. Stubbornly, I clung onto the last few moments with the dark liquid, unwilling to leave until it was completely gone.

The moment I felt the final dredges of the solution drip away, I opened my eyes.

The room was white, unbearably white, terribly white. Everything was white. Everything, from the walls to the ceiling, was stark, pristinely clean, and stiflingly warm. It had nothing in it aside from my three pieces of ‘furniture;’ my tank, my flaming chair, and my chains on the wall.

I slept in the tank whenever they told me to. At first, my sleeping schedule was erratic. They would alternate keeping me up for days on end to sending me off to sleep every couple minutes. It took a couple months, but I figured out the pattern quickly enough. On the side, there were a bunch of senseless words scribbled on a plate, pokè-this, pokè-that, and then the word “Zekrom.” So I named it Zekrom. Zekrom the tank.

The chair was what kept the room so warm. Made of what they described as “synthetic metal,” the chair remained only slightly warm despite the searing flames constantly running up and down the thing. They would strap me to it everyday right before I went to the tank. It was agony, but it was only a few minutes before they would send me off to my tank, where I would be healed. When I’d leave the chair every night, I’d be covered in grotesque burns, but when I’d wake up in the morning, good as new. Zekrom was my best friend.

The chains, they were for when I… failed to meet expectations. They called it ‘conditioning.’They would leave me there for hours, trapped against the sickeningly white walls, trapped against the white. That, that was worse than the chair. Although there was nothing abnormal against the wall, when I was trapped against it, I felt insubstantial, as if I was fading from existence. I wasn’t meant to dwell with the white. The white was harsh and bright and hot. I was born in the soft and dark and cold. I was born in the black. I had always hated white.

But they didn’t care. To them, I was nothing else but an asset. A tool. An experiment.

My handlers brought me out, two men dressed in- yep, you guessed it, white. They were the muscle of this little operation. On the few instances that I tried to retaliate, they would flip a switch on their arm and the room would began to fill up with liquid, not cool and black like mine, but horribly white, and burning to the touch. One drop of it, and I’d pass out. They only ever had to use it twice. I learned after that.

One detached the oxygen tubes attached to my side while the other watched for any sudden movements. I shifted my wings a little bit, allowing a small current of electricity to pass through them, rejuvenating my senses. The handlers shifted uncomfortably at the blue arcs of lightning, but remained otherwise unaffected.

A muffled voice from the handler’s mask, “Virus wants to see you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” I muttered grumpily, my voice crackling with the electricity coursing through my body. They grabbed hold of me, chaining my wings and arms together. I sank to my knees. and they took positions on either side of the room, ready to chain me against the wall at any time.

And so began yet another typical day in my room.
Or so I thought.

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Sugar turned her head to the pokehuman named Aurora. She remained hidden, but she still watched the group.

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Gamma thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure my name is Gamella. But you can call me Gammy if you want. And I have no idea where I am!" she said cheerfully.

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"Alright Gammy," Frost said with a smile. "I can take you to a safe place if you like, or do you have somewhere you want to go?"

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Abby picked up Emma, carrying her on her back. She looked around frantically, a worried look on her face. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE? PLEASE! ANYONE?!" She screamed from the top of her lungs. Emma looked at Abby, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. "I don't think anyone is around here..." She said.

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Gammy shook her head. "I don't know anywhere. I'm only eight!"

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"Okay then Gammy," Frost said. "I can take you to a place where there's a lot of other people just like us! I bet you'll find someone there you can play with and be friends with. Would you like a piggyback? We can fly there!"

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Sora: Suddenly, Sora heard something. It sounded like someone screaming for help! She told Silver what she heard, and ran off towards where the sound was coming from. Soon, she came upon two pokehumans. One was an absol, like Silver, the other an Embor. The Embor pokehuman seemed to have hurt her ankle badly. "Are you OK? Who are you? Are you from the lab? Should I get help?" Sora started asking the two a bunch of questions.
*Back at the tree:*
Silver: "Wait..." Silver tried to stop Sora before she ran off. "Oh, well. She's gone. Good thing she took her spear." Silver sighed.
Lucas: "Nice to meet you." Lucas said to Aurora. "I escaped from the lab a few years back. There were other pokehumans who escaped as well, but they all went off on their own. If I remember correctly, there was a Mew, a Darkrai, and some others." He explained to Aurora, Silver, and the others.

(I will be playing the Mew and Darkrai, but they will come in much later.)

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Gammy's face lit up about twice as bright. "Really? Yay! I always wanted to fly somewhere!"

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"Yay!" Frost said happily. "Alright then, climb on my back." She helped little Gammy onto her back, saying "Hold tight!" as she spread her wings and took off high into the sky, flying relatively slowly to avoid dropping the girl.

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Sugar saw an absol and another pokehuman at the big tree. She was still hidden in the tree, and she was watching the pokehumans silently. They're like me... She thought. Her Glaceon ears strained to hear what the two were saying.

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"I'm Abby, This is Emma. Emma fell and hurt herself badly. We did come from the lab, I'm guessing you did too..." Abby said. Emma whined in pain, wrapping her arms tightly around Abby. "I'll be okay Emma..." Abby said, trying to comfort her and take her mind off the excruciating pain flowing through her leg.

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"Eeeee!" Gammy cried out happily, looking down at the far away ground. "This is so cool!"

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Frost giggled. The feeling of freedom and happiness was unfamiliar to her after being trapped in the lab for so long, but it was a thrilling and refreshing feeling that she loved so much. She pointed to a forest in the distance. "That's where everyone's gone!" She told Gammy.

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