“Scan complete. Initializing SWAPPER process.”

With that line, the model seemed to be deconstructed in its spot, though the terrifying thing is that the device seemed to come to life, a couple of flaps seeming to open at the bottom of it. With a cry of terror, the man pushed him back and away from the possessed item, trying to get away from it. The efforts proved futile though, the 'living' device clamping itself over his left forearm, leaving a little space from either side of it to the elbow and wrist.

“H-hey! Get off of me!” the man cried out, flailing his arm to try and dislodge the device, the attempts again proving futile as it was now fastened to him, wincing as he felt something prick him from beneath the bands and the device itself.

He tried to get it off again, only to stop when his body felt like it was on fire, grunting as he doubled over. His skin was starting to turn to a dark blue color, starting in splotches and slowly spreading over his body. Parts that didn't become such became a light blue color instead, around the middle of his right forearm and on his kneecaps. The front of his torso – though mostly obscured by his shirt – became a darker shade of white, soon starting to feel his body starting to alter.

The spots around the light blue areas seemed to swell, the muscles beneath them mutating to suit whatever form they were meant for, the mutating muscles traveling from their starting point. The hands of the human were next, four fingers fusing to two, resulting in only three per hand. The tips of them swelled to be somewhat flat and circular in shape, fleshy white webbing spreading in between each of the fingers.

His feet were following a similar fate, the shoes and socks somehow fading as all the toes fused, leaving only two of equal length, flattening and forming tips similar to the fingers. Like the hands, webbing started to form between them, connecting the two individual toes. His legs had finished their changes, the shins much thinner than the thighs, the pelvis having thinned as well. The front of his torso was the same color as before, but was noticeably thinner close around the waist, going to somewhat normal size going up.

The head was last to change, a pair of fins extending from either side of his head, growing away from it. The sides facing away from the center were of the darker white color, while the sides facing inward were of the dark blue color. A third fin grew in between them, growing out half as far but extended down the top center of the altering human's head down to the middle of his forehead. His face had already altered to mimic that of the greninja model, the final bit being his tongue starting to greatly lengthen. It wrapped around his neck, tying itself before extending out behind him to form the 'scarf' of the pokemon he had finished becoming.

The human-now-greninja was doubled over due to the process, eyes squeezed shut as he breathed heavily. One hand rested on the ground to hold himself up, the whole transformation having taken its toll on him.

'What…the hell just…happened…?' he thought as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurred, unable to see anything. He knew that he felt off, his mind swimming as he tried to stand up, further confirming that something was off. His eyes squeezed shut from a rush of dizziness hitting him when he fully stood, lifting a hand up and held his head, though somewhat froze when he felt both his hand and what his head was like. He continued to feel around, greatly confused and also worried if what he was feeling was actually him and real, slowly opening his eyes again.

His vision was mostly cleared up, slowly looking to his right arm that was held against his head. He saw that it was vastly different, eyes widening as he slowly moved his arm out to in front of him, looking at his hand. He did the motion of curling his fingers, watching the trio before him do the same motion, denial starting to enter his mind.

'No f***ing way is this real…' he thought, looking to his other arm though stopped when he saw a form of glow coming from the forearm, turning it to inspect. Resting in the center of a light blue circle of his forearm was what looked like a screen, moving it a bit closer to his eyes to inspect.

“SWAPPER: Greninja. Estimated form duration: 59:36” is what read on the screen, the second number ticking down with each second that passed.

'I guess that this is only temporary…' the greninja figured, lowering his arm as he continued his inspection. He moved each of his limbs, getting used to the slimmer but more powerful feel of each.

“So, I'm a greninja for now?” he asked under his breath, though caught different sounds accompanying his question. He was about to speak again, only to figure it out, doing a small facepalm.

'Great, talking is gonna be a bother now…' he bitterly remarked, lowering his hand before looking back to the 'scarf' he now had, seeming to sway on its own. A shudder went down him as he slowly reached out, grabbing hold of the tip of it. Much to his relief, he wasn't able to taste his hand, meaning that the 'tongue-scarf' he had was a simple…well, scarf. Though when he thought about taste, he visibly and strongly cringed when he was able to actually taste his hand, quickly letting go as a sound of disgust sounded out from him.

“OKAYNEVERMIND!” he cried out, quickly trying to shake the thoughts aside as another shudder went down his body. He was able to rid himself of the thoughts, wishing he would never experience such again, starting to think on what to do for the next hour. He put a hand to his chin, feeling a portion of his tongue-scarf. He was about to quickly pull his arm away only to notice that he wasn't getting a taste this time, thinking that the taste buds would only react if he wanted to, easily putting down the thought of them being 'active' again.

“Hmm…I wonder…” he mumbled, looking down to his hands, flexing them slightly. After the flex, he moved both hands to his left side, lightly clapping them together. Nothing seemed to happen from the action, thinking a bit before he started to focus. Shortly after, he felt something starting to form, glancing down to his hands and saw the familiar shape of a Water Shuriken, slowly growing as he couldn't help but grin widely at the sight of such. He let his focus slip and saw the attack fade, as well as the water that was spawned from it, moving his hands apart and back to their normal spots.

'So, if I'm a greninja, and seeing that I just started that attack, I wonder…' he thought, looking to the open window, walking towards it. A new thought came to him, showing that he had been taking this quite well. Any normal person would easily be in denial for days to come, even thinking they were delusional, but for him, he was enjoying this even though only around five minutes passed. He looked out the window, seeing that the sun was still up high, meaning that a good chunk of people would still be in school or at work, meaning that the whole neighborhood would be a safe zone for him for the time being.

“I wonder if I really am like a greninja.” he muttered underneath his breath, climbing out of the window.

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Heh, allow me to say that I actually enjoy writing this story, so more chapters will be sure to come.