And then it asked if he was looking pokemon. Alex gave a nervous nod, there we indeed looking to expand their squad. It seemed that the Red clone wanted to help, which would be useful. Have something that knew the area would be of great aid.
And then it grinned.
The first thing that sprang to Alex's mind was the Chesire cat. The ghost probably could do the same disappearing act as the feline, though he knew nothing good could come from it. This was a trap. He took a step back but stopped and cringed as the piercing screech of the Pikachu rang out. He paused to look at it and almost lost his lunch. He was proud of his stomach but even the most hardened stomachs would be unsettled at the sight in front of him. The electric rodent in front of him was changing in the most horrid way possible. Blood spewed everywhere as limbs burst out of its body. He quickly looked away and covered his eyes to wait it out. Another scream rang out, this one sounding all too human and familiar.
As the sounds of writhing died down, Alex took a peek over his arm to see what horrid monster the creature had morphed itself into. The thing before him was familiar and shocking. The thing had turned into...
It was like looking in a mirror, everything was exact. His glasses, the clothes it was wearing, the hair that should have been cut a couple weeks ago, even the scruffy sideburns and pimples were the same. It was exactly him except for the eyes. It got those from copy Red. He wanted to get the hell out of there but he couldn't move. He caught the eye of his companions and could tell they couldn't budge either. Terror gripped Alex. What where they going to do? Kill him and have some sort of demon take his place?
And then his copy pulled out a white pokeball, sort of like the Permier Ball that housed his own Bronzor. He was confused for a moment. If they wanted to kill him, why were they about to battle him? But instead of releasing a pokemon, his clone threw it straight at him. He was even more confused. Were they trying to catch him? That wasn't possible, pokeballs were programmed so that they couldn't ever-
And then is struck him enveloping him in a white light.
Alex was stunned for a moment and his body dissoved into energy. The pokeball worked? It was impossible! But even so, he was drawn into the pokeball and his sences shut off. Inside, he was only aware of his own mind and the surrounding void. He quickly filed the feeling of being caught away and started struggling, trying to probe a way out with is mind and crying for help. "Theta! Bronzor! Help! Anyone?" No help came but the voice of the Red clone rang out proclaiming rest for the spirits of the island. He had no clue what that had to do with his predicament, rest seemed to be a good idea. There was certainly nothing else to do and trying to thing about it wouldn't help. There was nothing there to discomfort him so his usual insomnia wasn't as apparent.
Alex woke up in a flash of light and found himself in a completely alien world, yet one that looked familiar. Everything was in a pixilated white and red. There wasn't shading, things were either a uniform red, pink or white. Turning around, feeling a little dizzy, he saw is copy in the same pixilated colour scheme as the rest of the world. They seemed to be in some sort of cave. Just then he realized that something didn't feel right about his body. He looked down to examine himself.
And found himself hovering a full meter above the ground.
He was stunned and he faultered for a moment and dipped towards the ground before he recovered. "What the hell?" he said aloud but it came out in some sort of garbled tone. He looked at himself and realized he had turned into a Porygon. He had been a fan of the species and always wanted one for himself, but he had never imagened turning into one himself. Porygon was the first virtual pokemon, created by using the pokeball technology of turning matter into information and energy in reverse. While not the first manmade pokemon, the Golett and Baltoy lines had that honour, but those ancient pokemon involved spirits inhabiting madmade items. Everything in a Porygon was programmed, which led to disputes about if the species had a 'soul'. His studies of non-biological were far reaching, but it wasn't enough unless he got first-hand experiance. Well this was about as first hand as he could get.
As his mind twisted around the impossiblity of his situation, he saw some sort of screen below his copy reading 'Good job ALEX! We're almost there!' Alex inwardly grimaced, seeing as he currently didn't have a mouth to display it outwardly. His clone though of him as its pokemon and it, his trainer. In a sort of twisted way 'he' did catch one of dream pokemon. As his copy took a step towards a small archway, red lights flashed before his eyes and found himself in a wide expanse of white, confronted by a blocky Geodude frozen in a fighting pose. A low rumbling tone came from the rock type, followed by a screen displaying 'A wild GEODUDE appeared!'
There was a shout from his non-visible clone calling him into battle even though he was already there. A high garbled pitch excaped from him and a screen of his own popped up. It was right then and there he realized where he was.
He was inside one of the original pokemon games.
This must be all a big illusion put on by whatever was behind the Red copy. Whatever its game was, he was playing a major part in it. As his copy made orders, Alex analyzed the situation for himself. He had a little side note for himself; he figured that if a person turned into a pokemon, they would be at the same level as their age. Just one of the many things he thought about, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
His clone wanted him to use Aglity, though it took him a moment to realize that he didn't have to follow orders. The choice to boost up before attacking was a common stratagy and increasing speed and the ablity to dodge would be useful, it wasn't the best stratagy here. It might work in real life but of course, this wasn't real life. Porygon were faster than Geodude and he had two levels on his opponent. Also he doubted he would be able to dodge, in the games pokemon always sat like bumps on a log waiting to be attacked. He would try of course but it would probably be breaking the rules. So with one move out, he thought about his other options. Tackle would hardly leave a dent in the rock type so that was a no go. Conversion would change him into one of the types of his moves, so if he used it it would change him into a psychic type seeing as he was already a normal type. That would give his Psybeam a boost. So he should be able to win if he used Conversion then kept spamming it with Psybeam, no matter what his copy wanted him to do otherwise.
But then came the problem that he had no clue how to use his attacks. Tackle was obviously a no-brainer, but how did pokemon pull off special attacks? He tried to remember pictures about Porygon using their Conversion attack. They seemed to focus and then a glow of energy surrounded them corresponding to what ever type they turned into. So following their example, Alex closed his eyes and thought about everything psychic, from pokemon to attacks, always coming back to the fact he knew Psybeam. He hoped to Arceus that it would work, he worried about what would happen if he lost.