Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Chapter 47 - All's Well

If it wasn't for the fact that Hot Spot Road was rarely traveled, bystanders would've reported them to the Hearts as mutants roaming the world to be contained—or neutralized. Rhys gulped. That wouldn't do well for Mispy's psyche in particular.

"Th-that's right," Rhys said. "Well. I suppose if that's the case, we should, hmm... If only Nevren was with us. He'd be able to seal those memories like when Owen ran off in his Grassy form."

"I can revert to my normal form, if you wish," Step said. "I do not want to cause any trouble if it is not necessary." The icy Aggron breathed out a slow, frosty breath that permeated the air around them.

Mispy's vines writhed from the cold. She shivered and wrapped around Demitri even tighter, squeezing the air out of him—even though he, too, was cold-blooded. She wouldn't mind fusing with Owen again—at least he had the natural warmth of a Fire Type.

The Haxorus, increasingly more constructed, wheezed, "Mispy... you're... choking me...!"

"S-sorry." The mutant Meganium released Demitri and he slumped against her back.

Step's body lost its transparency and became its normal, gray, steely color. She took one step and stumbled forward, slamming directly into the ground with a loud grunt. "Urngh, how—inconvenient!" she shouted, pushing herself off the ground. Rhys rushed to help on one side, and Mispy brought a few vines back to stabilize the other.

"A-are you okay?" Mispy asked.

"I am much heavier in this form," Step mumbled.

Rhys huffed from below. "Y-you don't... say...!"

He pushed Step onto her feet, where she stabilized herself with her tail and took another step. She wobbled and nearly fell forward again, but a quick jerk of her arms kept her in place.

"Okay. How about you, Adam?" Demitri asked.

"ADAM, and I am already the Normal Type," said the Porygon-Z. "I do not have an alternative form."

"I mean, yeah, but Zena's the Water Type and she has a Water form," Demitri said. "Don't you have some sort of special power?"

"I do."

"Oh. So...?"

"It is not visible."

"Oh. Okay." Demitri and Mispy exchanged a glance, but then shrugged—for Mispy, this manifested as a bunch of her front-facing vines moving upward, parting ways to reveal even more vines beneath.

"Hmm." Rhys eyed Demitri and Mispy. Demitri would pass as normal—he was a bit muscular, but as long as he didn't detach his tusks, he wouldn't draw much attention. Mispy was the problem. "Perhaps we should have brought the Poké Balls in Brandon's factory after all..."

Mispy tried to wrap her vines around themselves to form makeshift legs, but it didn't work as well as she would have hoped. Not only were they too thick to fashion into proper limbs, but they were so abundant that she'd look more like she belonged with Trina's Bug spirits than anything.

"Mispy, you will need to be on your best behavior," Rhys finally said. "All of us are more or less normal in appearance, but your form is heavily modified from the average Meganium. It may frighten the civilians."

Mispy's eyes widened. "B-but, I can't help it!"

"Nor can I," Step said, her steely gaze fixed on Rhys. "My species is naturally intimidating. Am I also banned from this society?"

"N-no, not at all," Rhys said quickly. His tail hid between his legs unconsciously. "We just need to... hrm."

Suddenly, Mispy's body changed shape—from the monstrous vines, to four normal legs, and even a cute little tail that naturally came with a Meganium's pale green body. Rhys stammered, "H-how is—what is—?"