Dylan the pokemon trainer looked up. Dylan was 15 now as his birthday approached today. Dylan had been on his journey for 5 years, he wasn’t one to challenge the elite four, although he could do it with ease. He spent those years training with his one and only pokemon, a Buizel. It was a high level but for some reason never evolved. They had just gone through some vigorous training in the desert in the Hoenn region, they heard there was a nice lady who lived off to the north of the desert. They left out to the house. They noticed it. Dylan knocked on the door. It swung open. Dylan walked in noticing that no one was by the door. An old lady was sitting by the table. Dylan noticed how this house looked to similar to almost every other house in this region.
“Ahh a young trainer. How are you?” The lady said.
“Ummm fine? Look I heard this is a place for people to rest?” Dylan asked
“Ah you heard right. Come on and introduce yourself.” The woman said.
“Im Dylan, this is my Buizel.” He said.
“Bui!” Buizel said.
“Please to meet you, you can call me Karen.” The woman said.
“Ok Karen.” Dylan said with a smile as he sat, Buizel curled up in his lap.
“So boy tell me about yourself.”  The woman said.
“I’m 14 going on 15, tomorrow is my birthday.” Dylan said with unease. Why did she want to know so much? “Buizel and I have traversed the land. We have seen it all training for 4 years.”
“Going after master?” Karen asked.
“No. To much. I just want to be friends with Buizel.” He said petting his friends head.
“Buizel!” The pokemon said.
“Also Understanding you wouldn’t be so bad.” Dylan said with a laugh.
“Hmmm.” Was all Karen said. She stood up and walked to the back. “Boy have some rest, the beds are down the halls to the right. I will get you some dinner.” She said.
Dylan smiled. He walked up to the beds and his pokemon followed. They layed down and fell asleep for a short while, when they heard a bell ringing. Dylan shot up and ran to the dining room. One word past through his mind. FOOD! Buizel ran just as fast. On their arrival the table was aligned with food of all sorts. Dylan’s mouth was watering. Then he noticed, a cake. A purple cake. It said Happy birthday on it.
“Your far from your family so I thought you might as well get something for your birthday.” Karen said.
Dylan jumped onto his seat as well as Buizel did. They began shoving there face with the food.
“Just make sure Buizel doesn’t have any cake ok?” She asked. Dylan just gave her a thumbs up with his left hand as he continued filling his face. She walked out of the room leaving Dylan to eat. She had a smile on her face as she exited the room.

Dylan slept there. He woke up. He felt insanely warm. The room had a thermostat in it. The screen read 70 F. Weird. Dylan thought. Buizel looked worried up at his trainer. He looked rather sweaty. His neck also looked swollen.
“Bui… Zel, bui bui?” He asked.
Dylan could detect the tone, “Im fine… I think.”
Karen walked in. She noticed the look on Dylan. “Oh, that doesn’t look good.” She quickly ran out and came back with a wet cloth and a thermometer. She took his temp.
“101, your staying here young man.” Karen said taking it out of his mouth.
Weird feels hotter… Dylan thought. Karen put  the cloth on his head and walked out of the room.
Dylan sighed.  Buizel jumped onto his bead and curled up on him. Dylan petted him and smiled.
“At least your still here.” He said. He gave a smile which made Buizel happy as they both drifted to sleep.

Dylan woke up to see a thermos next to him. On it was a note that read,
Dylan, your temperature is up to 102 your getting very ill. Have some soup.
How did she take my temperature?!?!? Dylan thought. But shrugged off the feeling. He opened the thermos and inside was soup, but it was half empty. He looked into the corner to see Buizel smiling in his sleep, looking full.
“BUIZEL!” Dylan shouted. Buizel opened his eyes, smile still wide. He closed them again as Dylan stood up, he walked to the bathroom. He splashed some water in his face, then he noticed something. His neck was huge! Dylan tried screaming but nothing came out. He looked closer, it was a yellow color and seemed to be nothing but air. Like a buizel’s. Dylan also noticed his hair went from a dark brown to an orangish color. Plus it was growing down more.
“What is going on?” He managed to say. He began moving back to Karen’s room when suddenly he fell next to his own. He heard a rip and looked back to notice a bump forming at his pants. It was getting larger, a tail. To Dylans surprise he could move it. This is not happening. Dylan thought. He climbed into his room and on his bed. He rolled up and then shot up. What was I doing? He thought. He tried laying flat, and finally managed it. Buizel jumped up suddenly noticing his strange changes.
“Builan what happened?” Buizel said.
Dylan shot up for what seemed like the tenth time.
“I must be going insane!” Dylan said. Buizel inched to his trainer.
“What happened to you?” Buizel asked. Dylan didn’t awnser. He was being consumed by the fear of the fact that everything was growing larger.
“WHATS GOING ON!” Dylan shouted as his ‘hair’ began growing in every spot of his body. The ‘hair’ on his chest grew in a cream color. His bones began cracking and reshaping. His mouth began pulling out, his nose followed and turned black. His ears began reshaping also, black marks appeared on his ‘face’.  His changes stopped. He closed his eyes. Then he opened them. Buizel had inched over him before he opened them.
“Dylan your… you’re a… Buizel!” Buizel said, Dylan sat up.
“That’s impossible…” He said, but cut himself off when he heard what actually came out of his mouth. A string of the word, Buizel.
“NO! NO! NO!” Dylan shouted.
“Dylan Calm dow!” Buizel began but was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Karen walked in.
“Ah I see it worked.” She said.
“YOU DID THIS TO ME?” Dylan shouted.
“No need to get mad. I can’t understand you anyway.” Karen said.
“NOT GET MAD!” Dylan said. He ran on all fours and ran past Karen Buizel close behind. They burst out of the house and headed to the lake near the forest. He knew this was not where he wanted to be until he found a way to Sinnoh. Karen watched from the door. As he ran she said, “Your welcome.”