Abra Story - The Pokemon That Loved Digimon

It was unfair.
It was Illogical.
It was also exciting.
I knew what I was, yet I resented this fact.
Why this form? Why this... this lesser thing.
I should have been a YukimiBotamon or a Reremon and begin my growth to what would be a Godess on earth.
This transformation, this shift of reality that occurred instead, became the OTHER reality.

I look down again at my yellow fur, my large tail and emaciated form.
Of all things, even if it had to be THIS reality warp, why this form? Why not something more awesome like a legendary or everyone's favorite Charizard?
At least with that, I could be something badass.

When I woke up this morning and suddenly light was even more intense for me than normal. but even if I shut my eyes, I could see. It was like I could perceive the vibrational frequency of matter.
Everything was glowing and pulsing, especially my specially made gaming set it buzzed and hummed with a ghostly life force.
I could see electric current moving like rivers of light in the walls, and I could hear voices all around, some fient and simple, some loud and complex.

I wanted to sleep to let these senses dull into subconscious and be left to my own thoughts, but I had observations that had to be completed first.
I moved my body it was wobbly and unsure, as if it wasn't meant to move much, I shook my large head, but all that did was make all the colors of energy and stuff blur, if i dared open my eyes it was to a squint.
Anything else was like staring at a white screen in pitch black, utterly overwhelming.
I explored my new body more. It was like I had armadillo plates naturally growing like a suit of armor, and it was coated in short fine brown fur. My huge head and very diminished limbs were also coated in the same fine fur, but a bright yellow I had small fox like ears that could hear a pin drop.
I was already hypersensitive to stimuli, which is why I rarely left the apartment.
But this turned my autism to 11 billion.

I was very short, probably no more than 3 ft or very close to a meter if i stood on my skeletal legs, and this was from my unassuming 5ft 8 I once was.
My biggest feature besides this bulbus... gargantuan head was a thick tail that I couldn't wag or really move at all.
I knew what this thing holding my consciousness was.
And it enraged me.

I didn't hate the show or games. I just thought they were kid slop compared to my favorite franchise.
Though I did remember thinking the card game was neat as a kid.
And yet here I was, a thing called an Abra, a member of the Kanto region, sitting in a dimly lit apartment, my apartment.
Unchanged, an anomaly in familiar discarded take out and dirty clothes strewn room.
One night, I was sitting in bed thinking about how cool it would be to be a Tamer Kid.
Then I wake up, and my bed is 4x's it's normal size, and my brain feels like it's on fire.

More observation I tell myself, find out everything before I make my next move.
Am I biological? yep, I can feel lungs and heartbeat.
I have tactile senses still, though enhanced I can feel the movement of air on my short fur, my sense of smell is greater now.
and I guess I really have been living total goblin mode cause the smell of decaying food and soiled clothes was everywhere.
I'll take care of that later before it drives me even crazier.

Standing was difficult, but using that huge cumbersome limb stuck to my rear, I could sort of stay upright.
Next check, how biological was I.
Pinching my skin with my near bony fingers, i could feel pain, so I wasn't a machine in some bizarre conciseness. Okay, that checks out.

Next, could it be?
I wobbled to the grimy mirror I used to dress myself for the rare occasions I went outside. I bent over with a bit of difficulty and looked at the base of that huge tail.
Huh... what do you know still anatomical. And even more perplexing whatever changed me was nice enough to not make me Agender or switch it.

How curious, would that have been the same if I was a Biyomon or something.
Ah, get that out of your head. You are not going to be like that. It ain't going to be like that, I am what I am now, for whatever reason.

Standing upright again, I stumble like a toddler toward my tablet, news.
I need news.
Is it just me? If it is, what next? If not... well, that question was pretty much the same.

Turning on the device, now comically ovesized, was still easy, just the lock swipe. Immediately, social media.
A few swipes of memes and moronic gossip later and PAYDIRT.

A video of an event that happened about 7 hours ago. A woman was freaking out over a huge red dragonfly buzzing around.
what was the name of that thing again...
More swipes, eevees so many eevees pets suddenly changed.
So it wasn't just me.
More.

I was so excited my mind was buzzing I didn't even realize that I was swiping without even touching.
Oh yeah, I guess I can do that.
I'll practice later, I must see more.

A very popular video, literally hundreds of thousands of views.
A blue seal splashed in a kiddy pool, the kid in the recording talking to it, saying it was his sister.

Next video, another popular one.
A super shaky cam of a fight in some small town between a huge metallic looking kaiju and a blue anthropomorphic dog zipping around it. Now I knew what that one was. Hell, I think anyone my age knew a Lucario when they saw it. it won the fight, walks over to the camera, and snatched it away before the video ended.
He he too late doggy, that was livestreamed.
That was enough.

Pokemon are real now, I am one, they are everywhere.
I didn't wake up as a Tamer or even a Misumon.
So now what...?
My mind is awash in so much thought it's like my ADHD is on turbo.
Have to focus, have to meditate, like for real.

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I sat down and just focused I to making everything go quite
This was different than my usual attempts As a human.
I could actually feel my brain get lulled into a state of relaxation, a clear mind.
No medicine needed.
It was blissful, it was like a dream of just calm, serenity and ordered thoughts.
Yet just beyond that cloud like haze I could feel everything around me still, it was just quieter, the energy pulses not as vibrant.
I lost track of time being in this space.
Like a sea sponge in an ocean current.

I felt like I was floating.
No, I was floating, I looked around with my minds eye all around me I was riding waves of energy like a cushion, ooh psychic powers, right. This reality switch wasn't just biological.
What else could the Abra do?

I could probably use telekinesis. So..
I guess I just extend the same energy from the waves I was floating on.
Okay Abra Brain, what do I do to do that?
If all matter is electrons then if I cause the nuclear repulsive force of its negative charge to be forced together this creates an eddy current and will force the valence shells to be squeezed into shape more fitting for magnetism.

So I guess I just make my waves into a river then?
Make the river move the object like an apple bobbing in a stream.

Nearest object... nearest object, ah perfect, discarded energy drink can; a couple of grams of aluminum, no biggy.
Okay trash, make momma proud.
The waves came off me stronger, like my brain could just control the oscillating field, the peaks and troughs of the waves started to flow around the can, and up like it was made of Styrofoam in a bathtub it rose.

Cool, literally making brain waves but how to get it to move around?
Make the river flow.
Right now I have a pond, so let's give it an outlet. Energy moves to it's greatest potential so if I make a high pressure spot and then a low pressure spot.

I imagined it the rippling pond instead rising and falling around the can stronger waves to push, weaker waves to receive and what do you know the can started hover in the direction I wanted it to go.
Alcubierre eat your heart out.
This was awesome. Let's see what happens if I add double the force, just stronger waves.
Instead, the wave collapsed, ‘splashed,’ and the can was hurled against the wall.
Pretty noisily as well.
Whoops.

Still data is data, and I am going to grow I need more of it, in a way that Tamer mindset of practice, application, growth is still with me.

Let's go again.
Pizza box, basically compacted plant fiber.
The waves came out, it rose.
but this time instead of balling up the energy, let's just make it flow in the direction I wanted.
Control. Where did I want it?
Trash can.
This time more carefully I guided the box toward the wall right to the trash, and with a little "waterfall" of my energy river, it fell right into the bin.

She shoots, she scores!
That's when I noticed the clock, its digital display blaring in red wavelength reading 8 at night.
My concentration wavered, and I collapsed to the ground with a thump.
Ouch, without that meaty protrusion out my rear that probably would have hurt a lot more then it, did.
But I looked at the clock again, 8 in the evening. What the?
I was sure I woke up around 4 in the morning.
Wait... was that meditation session, did I actually go completely mind blank for 16 hours?
For me that should have been unheard of, no scratch that, impossible with out something like anesthesia.
I was taking prescriptions to keep this brain on the straight and narrow, rather then the headless crash of conciseness I usually was.
I turned my thoughts to that bottle of chemicals on the computer desk.
The Abra Brain recoiled in abject horror at the concoction in the small medical bottle.

The combination of stimulates in a tube might as well have been ricin and anthrax to me now, taking that... in this form and at this dosage would put me in a coma.
Okay so those are o.u.t. from now on.
But how did I sit still for that long, I would have been fidgeting with my hair or having my brain leap from idea to idea in like 5 minutes.

I gotta figure out more about this body.
And while the surrealism of using online fan wiki to self diagnose was silly. Obviously that reality is now my reality, now everyone's reality.
Back to the oversized tablet I typed into the search function Pokemon Abra.
Pictures of it, some of the old card game, various offical databases, this would be so much easier if I was a Digimon, I could probably have just matrix styled downloaded the information and then probably digivolved from the Fresh stage to In-Training.

I tapped on the first one, no reason not too, rather avoid any forums they would be wildfires of speculation and excitement right now.

Okay Abra, the Psi Pokemon, height, blah blah blah.
Abilities, Inner Focus, and Synchronization.
Evolves into Kadabra, and Alakazam.

Eww, those evolutions looked dumb, they should have like magic robes or a staff, not a heckking spoon. I am eventually going to turn into those things?

Stats, boring. TRAINING DATA.
EV yield 1 Sp. Atk
Catch rate 200 (26.1% with PokéBall, full HP)
Base Friendship 50 (normal)
Base Exp. 62
Growth Rate Medium Slow

Okay so what ever this means to me now.
Ah ha Pokedex stuff.

Wow it sure likes to emphasize Teleportation, and sleeping.
Ah... here we go this makes sense.
~This Pokémon uses its psychic powers while it sleeps. The contents of Abra’s dreams affect the powers that the Pokémon wields.~

Talk about Manifesting, and also explains why I was able to do that after dreaming about tapping the universe's flow.
My hippy dippy crystal brother would have loved this junk.
Hmm, I wonder if he changed too or if it was just me?

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Pizza was always delicious to me, but now, with this new brain, I can only describe it as heavenly. The flavors, the texture, that fact that could eat it with out touching the greasy bread part.
Yum

So, Abra like pizza. I mean there are not very many things that DON'T like pizza.

I wonder if that rat pizza meme would now be with some kind of Rodent pokemon?

It was so weird, but finding out I could split concentration like there were multiple of me, which was definitely a great perk of psychic power.

If I worked on it more, I could do more than two things, I am sure.
Currently, I was writing down as much of the experiences down with a floating pen, and also biting the floating goodness that was normally bog standard microwave pizza.

Wonder if Vademon could do something like this?

If I remember, I think it could psychicly control things, and also throw digital planets at stuff.

I take another bite of the floating goodness. I wonder how many calories I have to consume to keep up my abilities. I dont doubt this bulbous big brain needs Hella nutrients, but I am currently doing two things at once and I Don't feel fatigued.
But I also read that I can project my consciousness and if these new age books are correct I should be able to travel without leaving home.
Which suit me just fine cause I hated leaving my apartment anyways.

I finish off the pizza with an audible swallow. Now I have more power to focus. Putting the pen down, I return to a meditation session. And this time when I achieve that cosmic floating feeling Instead imagine leaving this spot in a woosh I suddenly become one with the energy and zip zap through the sky I picture the arcade that was still open, it's sights, it's sounds, the familiar feeling of being surrounded by blinking noisy fun machines. To feel the other patrons, the fairly cute prize manager.

But that's when I noticed, I hadn't astrally projected to this spot, no I could feel the carpet, hear the sounds, and feel the sudden stares at me.

Oh crap... I didn't project, I teleported.
Telported right into my favorite Arcade.

The Abra Brain was assaulted by feelings, mostly shock, some fear, some excitement.
Holy shit it's one of those pokemon things! Someone yelled.
How did it get in here? Another yelled.
Which one was it?
It's an Abra, yelled as very excitable kid of around 12 or so.
All of them starting to encroach to my location.
The swirling emotions, like a stew of way to much flavor, was starting to make me feel nauseous, the Abra Brain screaming to flee.

But right before the feelings overwhelmed me to blowing my recently eaten pizza on the patterned carpet, whoosh.

I Telported again, this time with no idea where, only that I need to leave, NOW.
Safety is what I craved, both me and the Abra,s brain.

Whoosh. I’m somewhere else. No arcade, no screaming kids, just… quiet? My Abra Brain’s still spinning, a nauseous soup of emotions—shock, fear, that kid’s stupid excitement. I swallow hard, no pizza puke, thank you. Where am I?
I squint—dark, damp, smells like wet concrete. An alley? My tail’s slumped on the ground, heavy.

But I don't feel much around me, just a light hum of thoughts, distant enough that of I kept my radius of thought small I would feel nothing.

Still didn't have a clue where the hell I was. All I knew is I was safe for now.

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Warning: Abra "speaks" in this one.
A dingy but relatively smell free alley, mostly musty.
Feeling safer I expand the psychic field to sense more, not much just the chatter of birds above, and mice hiding.
>Need food.
>FIND food.

Hello, primitive sounding, but intelligent thoughts.
Scanning immediate area.
My heart nearly leaped in joy seeing a curly gray and white tail with a shiny ring on its tail...

Oh my god a GATOMON!
I hovered toward proof it's not just pokemon.
So excited to see one of my favorites in real life I turn a corner around the trash bin to the rummaging gatomon, and just as I turn and face it, I see it.

And my hopes of a Digimon is dashed, it's not a Gatomon, it's a different colored meowth i could see its iconic shiny coin thing, it also had a shiny gum wrapper stuck to it's tail.

Oh well not a Gatomon.

How should I go about talking to it?

>Uh hello there meowth.
not sure if my thoughts would reach it, or like turn its to brain into pudding on accident.

It spun around claws bared.
>Danger is here.
>whoa whoa it's okay I am not going to hurt you. I splay out in as defenseless a pose I can while using gravity as a chew toy.
This seemed to calm it at least a little
>no hurt me?
>no I won't hurt you, just want to talk. I retorted back.
I could see it's eyes still scanning me it had a look of apprehension, but I could see it's bristle fur calm.
>Why no hurt me?
I needed to make sure I was clear to this simple pokemon.
>I don't need to hurt you, I don't want to.
This confused it but I guess it believed me.
>have food? smell food.
The meowth asked.
I must still smell like my lunch.
>no but, maybe I can help you find some.
It was unsure at first but I guess I was clear enough, it's hackles were gone and it's claws retreated.
>find food, thing help.
>Well okay, but I am not a thing, just call me Abra.
>Aaaab-ra it repeated.
>yes, follow the Abra, I cooed in its head
>Yes, follow Ab-ra, it parroted

I needed to know more about these guys so why not befriend one, it looked basically like a cat.
Heck I was pretty sure given it's almost caveman like thoughts, this fella WAS a normal cat.
Now forced into a familiar, yet I am sure strange body.

The feelings mutal, I guess.
As we round the alleyway, I recognize the location even though the normally small main street buildings at their tallest were 3 stories tall. Now they remind me of when i was a kid. Everything is just gigantic, overwhelming even.
But if this was 9th and Broadway, then that meant Floyd's Delicatessen would be a quick zip on over.

>Follow. I commanded the meowth again.
>Not safe, in light. I looked back, and I could see its ears folded back and hesitation in its thoughts.
>tall things hurt me, roar at me, throw things.

Poor thing. I guess Even when it was a stray cat people abused it, and now it's terrified of humans.
Probably humans would be afraid of it given the hysteria around pokemon being diseased or cause transformations or other such rot.

But it was right we needed to be careful, I know I'll try teleporting us.
>stay there I commanded
And I try reaching for it with my energy just reach with my psychic feild and try to touch his glowing form, but when I do my river of energy just passes around him like a stream around a rock.

What the... I double my effort this causes dust to be kicked around my field but once again it just bends around the creature.
The meowth was being obedient and standing still but was getting a bit annoyed having dust thrown at its face, it sat there blinking.
>Abra not do anything. It's thoughts stung my ego.

One more try really reach for it, but still my efforts were for naught. This time my psychic field blew away cans in the area like a blast of wind.

If I had actually influced the meowth given my forcefulness I might have blowed it over.
The noise of the scattering objects startled the meowth.
As it fled its mind shrieking danger.
Before I could call it back it had bounded as fast as it could on four legs down the alley and up a fence.

Awww come back meowth... I am sorry.
It didn't come back and I felt it's mind dissappear from my presence.

I sat down and kinda pouted.

Huh, why did that not work on the meowth, can I not influence living things or something? Maybe living aura block psychic powers? No that's not right, did the Abra Brain know?

And... nothing. I guess I will just have to figure out myself. Need to test on something alive.

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Spinny Spinny, he he he.
I watched as many various tiny rodents and hamsters get spun around their wheels, I used to watch such a scene alot in my youth seeing the little Ham Ham's run around and a round.

This time I was spinning the wheels my self with my fabulous Abra Brain. The poor little guys were stuck in my influence. I could feel confusion, panic, and even a little feeling of fun.
Must be what it's like to be on a Gravitron ride. I never had the gumption to ride those kinda rides.

But now I am the ride. More importantly, I can clearly see that my pyschic influence works on living tissue.
Which only adds more questions as to why it didn't work with that meowth.

I let the influence stop, and the wheels stopped spinning. The little Rodents immediately got out of their wheels and started furiously grooming, their confusion still strong but quickly fading.

I floated about 30 feet away in another alley. In view of a New Tail pet store, here no one can see me.
I am not sure if anyone can feel my presence or not. I did wonder if my psychic field didn't make brains do weird things, like getting staticy or induced vertigo it seemed like it was less mind control and more like I could manipulate matter itself.

This time, I focused on the puppy, it's mind filled with curiosity, hope, and a desire to play. I feel around it's soft muscles its delicate baby fur, and lift.
The puppy felt confused as it was lifted up by its forelegs and was forced to hop on its back legs. It was uncomfortable, and I felt slimy and stopped. The puppy fell over unsure as to what just happened.
And as penance, I lifted a colorful ball from the stacked cage of toys and gave it to the puppy, who's mind flared immediately into happiness and play.

That made me feel much better.

The puppy’s tail waged like a metronome, chasing the colorful ball I floated over. Play! Happy! its mind sings, washing away my slimy guilt.
Good Girl, I mentally reward myself.


I float back, 30 feet in the alley’s shadow.
New Tail’s inviting veranda still in view. My Abra Brain’s buzzing—hamsters spun, puppy lifted, Meowth’s still a mystery. Log it: Test 6: Living tissue manipulation. Success Meowth anomaly: immune?

And satisfied with what happened I focus on home, the dark but safe room filled with dirty clothes and trash, my computer station.
Safe... I want safety.
In that blinding flash of quantum Leaping I am no longer in the alley my sense of smell immediately assaulted by the state of uncleanllyness I had grown accustomed to, too.
Bleh... Girl have you really been living this way? I get to work immediately finding the trash bags in the sink I float them to me and open them.
Kinda embarrassed at the level of dust on this on unopened box.
But shaking that from my mind I get to work. I use telekinesis to essentially blow a trash bag open like a fan while I float in a bizarre filth caravan various cans boxes and discarded wrappers, and bags, one by one they go into the scented bag. In another I place the dirty clothes. I don't really need them anymore and I doubt even thrift stores want them.

One by one the articles of soiled clothing, and the greasy discarded tins and bags of food dissappeared into the black floral scented bags.
And with that I look around, and suddenly my hovel suddenly became... empty looking.
No clothes, mess, other then a dusty floor.
I turn my power off as I tie the bags shut.
The smell, my old clothes, gone. Like a reminder that my old self was being wiped away.


Me... I turn my power on again, look at my hanging pink bag on my chair, and pull out my Drivers license from the pouch.
I hover it to me, a familiar face looked back, slim face thin unassuming lips, small nose, dark circles under dark blue eyes, dirty honey colored hair that looked ratty and quickly combed into a non-offensive side part the face was sullen a tiny smile just the formality of the picture. A truly depressive looking woman of 20.
I remembered the fight I had to finally get my drivers license even though I still don't own a car.
Oh but what if you need to drive a friend to the hospital or if your brother needs a ride, what if you get a car and just want to go somewhere.
My memories, yet when I think about it I was on autopilot most of the time when around people, even family.
All i wanted to do was just stay home and do my coding job, watch anime, and play the latest Souls clone.

I looked at my name, Linnea Holman.
A name that has no meaning anymore given my new form, given my new face.
A picture of for all intents and purposes, a dead woman.

This ghost of a person, now a fantastic creature, yet a sense of biting nostalgia for seeing who I was lingered.

Age 23 or is it 0 now? and already having a mid-life crisis of the most absurd.

And with one last look at this piece of history, I let the card fall to my Abra fingers, holding it. I walk over holding Her, open my drawer of discarded paper and other items I never use, put the card inside, and close the drawer.
In an emotional state, focus on the bags of discarded me, sense the location, and remote teleport the bags away in a flash of energy.

If wasn't careful I probably would have Idunoo crushed the bags into a compressed cube or something.
Not good to sit and dwell on things like this, not with psychic powers that could probably blow the whole apartment into dust.

Bye, Linnea, I whisper to the void of just my own thoughts.
I’ll take it from here.
But first, God did I need a nap.

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The dream was something I normally... no never, experienced before.

I could see minds, thousands of them glittering like gems in sand.
tendrils of energy spiraling from them and some energy spiraling into them.
If I hovered my consciousness near them I could feel them, mundane, bored, basic thoughts, I could feel more excited thoughts, sad thoughts, happy, thoughts.
I picked one up, and someone was actually praying to God, a deep fervent, plea for understanding.
I dropped it immediately.
That was way too personal.

Another I picked up with energy moving in. I could hear someone thinking about painting, his position of his hand. The colors, the emotion of the scene, the image he had in his mind he wished to express to the slowly filling blank canvas.

Another someone was thinking about the best way to assemble a shelf.

And I understood this was the consciousness field, the astral plane, as my my brother would call it.
The Digital Realm made real to see.
Brother... so far away in physical reality, but here I could warp straight to him, hear his thoughts, my form moved through the field of dreams and ponderings streaming like rain on a window I thought about finding him, his odd beliefs, his joking manner, his optimistic outlook and one glittering mind lit up like a star growing brighter and brighter till it was almost like a sphere of light, like I was running toward the moon.


The moon so alone, so massive, and my concentration wavered as my thoughts turned toward a void, nothing. No thoughts, not even a faint buzz of conciseness. It scared me.
I had never thought about the concept of nothing before, utter absence of energy. I was being drawn to this horrible place, and I felt like I was falling, I panicked like falling into a dark shaft.
Me fear gave way to sadness, no not sadness, despair, feelings of losing my mind.
I snapped back to hope, another voice telling me to grasp home again.
I felt my own thoughts, and my spiral, though faint, was unmistakable.
Down.
A shiny carpet of life, and sparkling thoughts below, and like a person grasping a rope in a flood I slowly climbed back to me I felt my fear fade, I felt the voice beckon me back, my own voice.
Closer and closer like a man coming into a warm home from a raging blizzard.

So close, safe, my voice telling me to keep going.
Just as I was close enough feeling the warmth of my own life, I looked around at the glittering minds once more, an I saw something... different. Most of these lights came from one, but I could swear I saw a burning light, multiple spirals being funneled into it from subdued lights.
once more, I hovered to this odd stream, this time more cautious.
I pulled on the further mind being funneled into the strange ball of energy, and I felt that despite the buzz of life, it was subdued, controlled, no not controlled, being demanded of.
Another shock something blasted me with what felt like a large push from a bully.
It blasted me all the way back to my origination of thought like a piece of paper in the winds of a squall, only one huge Angry and warning thought burning my conciseness.
THATS MINE!
my form felt fragmented, torn, wispy, and I retreated back to my own mind.


I woke with a start like I had been punched in the head, my Abra body shaking, heart thumping loudly in my large ears, my breathing fast, like I had ran down the block.
Even the Abra mind shivering, unsure.

Only one thought in my mind, A. What the hell was that.
B. I am not the only pyschic in town, and I don't think it's friendly.

I hover to my new note book being filled with scientific observations.

Test 8: Astral projection. Result: Success. Cost: Near-identity collapse. Hypothesis: A psychic predator is harvesting minds. Subject: Unknown (Pokemon?). Threat level: Existential.

I needed to head around and find what that was, most specifically who that was.
But I needed to be careful, whatever it was, was dangerous, not just to me, but Abra

And not just me, others who's minds it had ensnared. Obviously another pokemon.
Oh goody I thought sardonicly, I have my own Puppetmon to worry about.
How about you the Abra mind only just shrugged.

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