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He couldn't believe that there was footage of his greninja form, mind racing as he feared of what could happen. Getting up from his spot and starting to pace around quickly, he held a hand to his head, eyes glancing about rapidly at the possibility of being found out. His mind started to focus on what could happen; Him being taken by the military and possibly interrogated about–
No, no that wouldn't happen. Taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down worked to an extent, enough to allow reasonable thinking. He remembered that only his greninja form was shown, not any others, so he was somewhat safe, though no doubt that the police would come and ask him some questions. Still, the thought of talking to the police unnerved him greatly, especially so if they try to ask about the device that is still ungodly latched onto his forearm.
He remembered all the attempts he done last night just trying to remove the damn thing. He might like it, but he did want to have his lower arm back, the tools he broke in his attempts an indication of this. They were all in the garbage can now, him having written a note down to go shopping for replacements. Still, he didn't want to resort sawing his arm off just to get rid of it, letting out a sigh and wondered if it really could be taken off.
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard the phones starting to ring, looking over to the closest one which was on an end table. Getting up from his spot, he walked over to the phone dock, picking up the phone that was resting on it, looking at the caller ID.
“Huh, haven't heard from Emily in a while.” he muttered, pressing the talk button and lifted the phone up to an ear.
“Ashton?” her voice sounded through, a hint of excitement in it “Did you see the news?” she asked, the excitement now evident in her tone.
“Huh?” Ashton asked, wondering what his friend meant.
“The greninja!” he had to pull the phone away from his ear when she ended up screeching those words out, followed shortly by barely-contained squee'ing from her. “A FLESH AND BLOOD GRENINJA WAS SEEN ON THE NEWS, AND CLOSE TO YOUR HOME AS WELL!!”
“Jesus Emily, calm down!” Ashton responded to the fan-girling Emily.
Said friend was a bit of a nut for the Pokemon series, having collected moderate-sized plushies of the 'main' pokemon, as well as miniature statues of others. If one were to visit her home, her bedroom wall would be covered in nothing but either posters of the Pokemon movies or pictures that she had drawn herself. She even goes so far as trying to dress up to look like someone who's from the anime of the series or the movies.
“Right…sorry.” came the apology, as well as the sound of a sigh being let out. “But still, a live greninja!”
“Yeah, I know. I think I just seen it as well.” Ashton replied, telling a half-truth to her.
“You have?!”
“Hey, easy there, Pachi.” he responded with a chuckle.
“Heeeeey, quit calling me Pachi!” he heard Emily complain in a playful manner. The name was a way of poking fun at her, seeing that she did say that the pokemon pachirisu was her spirit pokemon. “Anyway…I want to come over and see if it's still around.” she stated after a small sigh, Ashton's eyes widening slightly. “Maybe even see what models you worked on.”
“Uh…”
“Great! I'll be over soon!” Emily responded before Ashton could even respond, the call ending as he swore that a sweat-drop was forming on the side of his head, shutting the phone off and set it back on its station.
'Great, Emily's coming over, and knowing her she's gonna search high and low for greninja-me…' he bitterly thought, letting out a small sigh. 'Much as I want to, I'd rather not find out what she'll do to me when I reveal to her that it was me at the time.'
Seeing that there was no stopping Emily from coming over now, he figured that he could do something to pass the time. He was thinking of playing some games, but looked down to the device on his arm, thinking that he could spend the time figuring out what else it could do. Walking over to the kitchen table, he sat down on it, resting his left arm on its surface and lightly poked the screen of the Swap, as he decided to call it for the time being. The screen lit up at the touch, various options showing themselves on it, one of which being 'Registered SWAPPERs'.
Arching an eyebrow at such, he tapped the symbol, seeing it flicker before expanding, bringing him to the menu past it, seeing the form of the greninja he became yesterday. Several statistics popped up shortly after the greninja was fully loaded, showing when he last became it, how far he traveled as it, the speed he went, etc. There was another button at the bottom of the screen, a green panel with the word 'Morph' resting on it. He lightly shook his head and back out of the menu, being a greninja while Emily was coming as well as police being in the area the last thing he wanted to do.
Backing out to the main menu, he started to poke around the other sub-menus, curious on the origins of this device. Sadly though, he saw that most of the features relating to the topic were blocked off, sighing before backing out yet again, though noticed one more part that caught his eye.
“'Base Construction'?” he questioned, tapping the option and let it transfer to a new segment.
“Base Construction is the materialization of SWAPPER bases, which are then used to convert normal four-inch models into potential forms for the user.” the introductory line of text stated, Asthon already showing interest. “So long as adequate materials are presented to the device, the SWAPPER can be able to construct any number of specially made bases for model conversion. Please note that the device can only make twenty(20) bases per week and must rest for one(1) week if this quota is passed. During such, user can not be able to morph to any forms that are registered in the SWAPPER's database, nor will user be able to access any other features.”
'Really handy, but sheesh are the consequences steep…' Ashston thought, not wanting to cause such a meltdown to the device.
“Regarding models, they can be of any shape and species, but must not exceed the designated height. Failure to note such will result in the conversion of the model to fail and the attempted assimilation of the model to result in it collapsing utterly to fine dust. Model can be smaller than four inches, in which the conversion will grow the model to the required size for future scanning and registering into the database.”
'Again, steep consequences for any good ones that fail, but nice to see that smaller ones can get in on the action.' he smiled a bit, just wondering on how many that this thing can register, reading the final part of the 'manual' of this feature.
“User should note the limit on model registration storage, which can store a maximum of one hundred billion(100,000,000,000)unique models/forms. Should this limit be exceeded, user will be prompted to delete an obsolete model before storing the new one.”
Ashton's jaw slacked at the sheer number of models this thing could hold, the amount of storage possibly able to put even the most advanced supercomputers to shame. To think that the five he had could possibly classify him as a super-soldier, to have even a fraction of the maximum amount would have him be a one-man army and still able to take in more.
His attention was snapped from the device when he heard the front door open, hearing Emily call out. He backed out to the main menu of the device, shutting it down for the time being before getting up from his spot and walked to greet his friend. A few seconds later, he was able to see her, surprised to see that she wasn't dressed up as some kind of character for once.
Her current attire consisted of loose light gray-colored jeans held up by a belt, a pair of pokemon themed shoes visible at the base of the legs. A white and purple patterned shirt was her upper attire, a backpack resting against her back, again pokemon themed. Her hair, which is naturally a mix of blonde and oak-brown, was held up into a ponytail behind her head via hair band. Currently, she was wiping her feet on the mat of the door, looking to be in quite the hurry, looking up when she heard him coming.
“Hey Emily.” Ashton greeted her with a small wave, though kept his left arm partially behind him to try and hide the device, uncertain on what she would end up doing if she saw it.
“Hi Ashton. Sorry about being geared up.” she replied, finished wiping the bottom of her shoes and started to fast-walk through his home. “I'm on…uh…important business!”
He couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's determination, following her as she went. “You're that determined to find that geninja, aren't you?” he asked her with a small grin.
A nod and a 'Yep!' were Emily's answer, pulling the backpack off and setting it onto the table. “Also, whatcha hiding?” she asked, not even facing Ashton who seemed to jolt slightly.
“Uh what?”
“Did you get something for pretty lil me?” Emily asked as she spun around on one foot, facing him with an all-too-innocent smile on her face.
“Um, no…?” Ashton answered, taking a step back. That smile to him meant that Emily was up to something, and it usually didn't result in anything good.
Without a word, Emily started to dart around Ashton, whom saw her do such and quickly turned himself around, keeping the device out of her sight, starting to fear on what she could end up doing.
“Come on, what are you hiding?” she asked as she tried to look behind his back, Ashton turning himself again as he took a couple of steps away from her.
“Nothing, seriously!” he blurted out to her, seeing her fold her arms behind her back.
“Come oooooon, I just wanna see what it is!” she complained, pouting a bit as well.
Ashton replied with a roll of his eyes at the gesture. She may be close to twenty years of age, but seeing her act like this proved that the child in her still existed. He let out a sigh of resignation, looking to her after.
“Okay…but promise that you won't try and snatch it from me. Alright?” he said to her, his left arm twitching slightly.
Emily nodded to reply, Ashton sighing as he brought his left arm out and held the device out for her to see. Upon seeing the device, her eyes seemed to light up with curiosity, coming closer to inspect it.
“Is that…a Wii U game pad?” she asked as she looked at the screen of it.
“It kinda is, but…very unique…” Ashton responded, holding his arm out straight. “Just don't try and take it off. Seriously, don't.”
“Why not? I mean, it looks like it's removable.”
“Trust me and the dozen tools I broke trying to remove it…” a sigh came out from him as he remembered the attempts to try and remove the device.
“Oh…”
Ashton stayed still as she watched Emily inspect the device, even turning it on. He wanted to stop her but seeing that she was simply messing around on the main menu, he just let her continue on. He started to make his way to the kitchen table slowly, Emily able to keep up with him as she continued to fiddle with the device. He soon sat down at the table, glancing over to Emily once he did. His heart sank though when she saw him looking at the greninja on the screen, seeing the 'morph' button underneath it, her finger moving dangerously close to it.
“Wait, Emily. No, DO–” he tried to stop her, only for her finger to make contact with the button.
In an instant after the option was pressed, the bright blue light covered the human, his body altering to become the greninja yet again, unlike last time to where he had to witness the changes first-hand. The process only lasted for several seconds, soon finishing with the light fading, both Emily and the greninja having widened eyes, both unmoving as well. The timer was faintly glowing on the greninja's left forearm, ticking down like last time.
.
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...
“YOU WERE THE GRENINJA?!” Emily yelled out, grinning widely as she seemed to literally shake in her spot.
A meep came out from Ashton as he quickly got up and bolted away from the crazed fan-girl, whom got up and started to give chase.
“LET ME HUG YOU!!” she cried out, the greninja wanting none of it as he ran for his life through his house, not wanting to risk heading out lest any authorities see him.
“EMILY, STOP! HEEL! CEASE! DESIST!” he cried out in desperation, bolting around a corner in a duck to avoid the girl's arms scything in around him.
Emily didn't even stop, recovering from her failed bear-hug and continued to chase the greninja, occasionally cornering him only for him to slip out and continue to run. Every room they ran into, something or another ended up getting displaced due to the frantic movements of both parties. The chase lasted for a good ten minutes, coming to a stalemate with the greninja clinging to the high ceiling of the foyer, looking down at the poke-maniac below.
“You're gonna have to come down at some point, ya know.” she called up to him, the greninja quickly shaking his head in response.
“No way in hell am I coming down from here!” he yelled in response, forgetting the speech barrier between him and normal human conversation.
“Why? I won't bite.” Emily replied like as though she understood what he said, Ashton blinking a bit in response.
“Wait...you can understand me…?” he asked, getting a nod in reply.
“Sure, all I can hear is you saying 'Greninja', but I guess I'm that big of a Pokemon fan to where I can tell what you're saying.” she explained, the greninja blinking again in surprise.
“So…have you…calmed down now?”
A nod was the answer, the pokemon shifting slightly.
“Alright…I'm coming down now…”
With that, each of greninja's toes and fingers started to slowly lose their adhesiveness, the legs swinging down first before the hands came free, him easily landing on the floor in front of Emily, legs buckled at first before standing back up. Before he could fully stand up, he was quickly hugged by her but thankfully a lot less weaker than what she intended earlier, jolting slightly as he looked to her.
“I can't believe this…” she whispered to him. “That thing…made you like this, a greninja…a pokemon?”
A nod was the answer to her question, Ashton slowly hugging her in return. “Yeah…though after the first time, that thing just…sprung to my arm and attached to it. I already told you about my attempts to get it off…”
“Huh…reminds me of that one show, Ben 10.” Emily responded, the greninja nodding a bit. He was glad to see that she was so mellow now, though the peace faded when they heard the sound of something equivalent to a jet followed shortly by small quakes. The two quickly let go of the embrace, looking around to try and find out what was happening. Emily went towards the back of the house while Ashton to the front door, looking out of the glass at the top. The moment he did though, several thick metal objects burst through the walls on either side of his spot, a yell of surprise coming out from him before they curled up around the door, effectively pinning him to it.
He heard a scream come from Emily before the door and frame were roughly pulled from their position, the iron grip keeping the greninja pinned in his spot, swinging downwards towards the ground. To his relief it didn't scrape along the ground, the grip letting up to send him and the debris flying away from his home. He was able to recover mid-flight when the grip holding him was gone, flipping and landed on his feet, looking over to see what it was that done that.
“UNIT DIRECTIVE: CAPTURE SWAPPER DEVICE.” a mechanical voice sounding out, the greninja seeing that there was some kind of large robot getting up from in front of his house, seeing it turn to face him.
“What in the hell…?” he muttered, jolting when he saw the machine leaping towards him, robotic fist clenched and reared back.
No, no that wouldn't happen. Taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down worked to an extent, enough to allow reasonable thinking. He remembered that only his greninja form was shown, not any others, so he was somewhat safe, though no doubt that the police would come and ask him some questions. Still, the thought of talking to the police unnerved him greatly, especially so if they try to ask about the device that is still ungodly latched onto his forearm.
He remembered all the attempts he done last night just trying to remove the damn thing. He might like it, but he did want to have his lower arm back, the tools he broke in his attempts an indication of this. They were all in the garbage can now, him having written a note down to go shopping for replacements. Still, he didn't want to resort sawing his arm off just to get rid of it, letting out a sigh and wondered if it really could be taken off.
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard the phones starting to ring, looking over to the closest one which was on an end table. Getting up from his spot, he walked over to the phone dock, picking up the phone that was resting on it, looking at the caller ID.
“Huh, haven't heard from Emily in a while.” he muttered, pressing the talk button and lifted the phone up to an ear.
“Ashton?” her voice sounded through, a hint of excitement in it “Did you see the news?” she asked, the excitement now evident in her tone.
“Huh?” Ashton asked, wondering what his friend meant.
“The greninja!” he had to pull the phone away from his ear when she ended up screeching those words out, followed shortly by barely-contained squee'ing from her. “A FLESH AND BLOOD GRENINJA WAS SEEN ON THE NEWS, AND CLOSE TO YOUR HOME AS WELL!!”
“Jesus Emily, calm down!” Ashton responded to the fan-girling Emily.
Said friend was a bit of a nut for the Pokemon series, having collected moderate-sized plushies of the 'main' pokemon, as well as miniature statues of others. If one were to visit her home, her bedroom wall would be covered in nothing but either posters of the Pokemon movies or pictures that she had drawn herself. She even goes so far as trying to dress up to look like someone who's from the anime of the series or the movies.
“Right…sorry.” came the apology, as well as the sound of a sigh being let out. “But still, a live greninja!”
“Yeah, I know. I think I just seen it as well.” Ashton replied, telling a half-truth to her.
“You have?!”
“Hey, easy there, Pachi.” he responded with a chuckle.
“Heeeeey, quit calling me Pachi!” he heard Emily complain in a playful manner. The name was a way of poking fun at her, seeing that she did say that the pokemon pachirisu was her spirit pokemon. “Anyway…I want to come over and see if it's still around.” she stated after a small sigh, Ashton's eyes widening slightly. “Maybe even see what models you worked on.”
“Uh…”
“Great! I'll be over soon!” Emily responded before Ashton could even respond, the call ending as he swore that a sweat-drop was forming on the side of his head, shutting the phone off and set it back on its station.
'Great, Emily's coming over, and knowing her she's gonna search high and low for greninja-me…' he bitterly thought, letting out a small sigh. 'Much as I want to, I'd rather not find out what she'll do to me when I reveal to her that it was me at the time.'
Seeing that there was no stopping Emily from coming over now, he figured that he could do something to pass the time. He was thinking of playing some games, but looked down to the device on his arm, thinking that he could spend the time figuring out what else it could do. Walking over to the kitchen table, he sat down on it, resting his left arm on its surface and lightly poked the screen of the Swap, as he decided to call it for the time being. The screen lit up at the touch, various options showing themselves on it, one of which being 'Registered SWAPPERs'.
Arching an eyebrow at such, he tapped the symbol, seeing it flicker before expanding, bringing him to the menu past it, seeing the form of the greninja he became yesterday. Several statistics popped up shortly after the greninja was fully loaded, showing when he last became it, how far he traveled as it, the speed he went, etc. There was another button at the bottom of the screen, a green panel with the word 'Morph' resting on it. He lightly shook his head and back out of the menu, being a greninja while Emily was coming as well as police being in the area the last thing he wanted to do.
Backing out to the main menu, he started to poke around the other sub-menus, curious on the origins of this device. Sadly though, he saw that most of the features relating to the topic were blocked off, sighing before backing out yet again, though noticed one more part that caught his eye.
“'Base Construction'?” he questioned, tapping the option and let it transfer to a new segment.
“Base Construction is the materialization of SWAPPER bases, which are then used to convert normal four-inch models into potential forms for the user.” the introductory line of text stated, Asthon already showing interest. “So long as adequate materials are presented to the device, the SWAPPER can be able to construct any number of specially made bases for model conversion. Please note that the device can only make twenty(20) bases per week and must rest for one(1) week if this quota is passed. During such, user can not be able to morph to any forms that are registered in the SWAPPER's database, nor will user be able to access any other features.”
'Really handy, but sheesh are the consequences steep…' Ashston thought, not wanting to cause such a meltdown to the device.
“Regarding models, they can be of any shape and species, but must not exceed the designated height. Failure to note such will result in the conversion of the model to fail and the attempted assimilation of the model to result in it collapsing utterly to fine dust. Model can be smaller than four inches, in which the conversion will grow the model to the required size for future scanning and registering into the database.”
'Again, steep consequences for any good ones that fail, but nice to see that smaller ones can get in on the action.' he smiled a bit, just wondering on how many that this thing can register, reading the final part of the 'manual' of this feature.
“User should note the limit on model registration storage, which can store a maximum of one hundred billion(100,000,000,000)unique models/forms. Should this limit be exceeded, user will be prompted to delete an obsolete model before storing the new one.”
Ashton's jaw slacked at the sheer number of models this thing could hold, the amount of storage possibly able to put even the most advanced supercomputers to shame. To think that the five he had could possibly classify him as a super-soldier, to have even a fraction of the maximum amount would have him be a one-man army and still able to take in more.
His attention was snapped from the device when he heard the front door open, hearing Emily call out. He backed out to the main menu of the device, shutting it down for the time being before getting up from his spot and walked to greet his friend. A few seconds later, he was able to see her, surprised to see that she wasn't dressed up as some kind of character for once.
Her current attire consisted of loose light gray-colored jeans held up by a belt, a pair of pokemon themed shoes visible at the base of the legs. A white and purple patterned shirt was her upper attire, a backpack resting against her back, again pokemon themed. Her hair, which is naturally a mix of blonde and oak-brown, was held up into a ponytail behind her head via hair band. Currently, she was wiping her feet on the mat of the door, looking to be in quite the hurry, looking up when she heard him coming.
“Hey Emily.” Ashton greeted her with a small wave, though kept his left arm partially behind him to try and hide the device, uncertain on what she would end up doing if she saw it.
“Hi Ashton. Sorry about being geared up.” she replied, finished wiping the bottom of her shoes and started to fast-walk through his home. “I'm on…uh…important business!”
He couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's determination, following her as she went. “You're that determined to find that geninja, aren't you?” he asked her with a small grin.
A nod and a 'Yep!' were Emily's answer, pulling the backpack off and setting it onto the table. “Also, whatcha hiding?” she asked, not even facing Ashton who seemed to jolt slightly.
“Uh what?”
“Did you get something for pretty lil me?” Emily asked as she spun around on one foot, facing him with an all-too-innocent smile on her face.
“Um, no…?” Ashton answered, taking a step back. That smile to him meant that Emily was up to something, and it usually didn't result in anything good.
Without a word, Emily started to dart around Ashton, whom saw her do such and quickly turned himself around, keeping the device out of her sight, starting to fear on what she could end up doing.
“Come on, what are you hiding?” she asked as she tried to look behind his back, Ashton turning himself again as he took a couple of steps away from her.
“Nothing, seriously!” he blurted out to her, seeing her fold her arms behind her back.
“Come oooooon, I just wanna see what it is!” she complained, pouting a bit as well.
Ashton replied with a roll of his eyes at the gesture. She may be close to twenty years of age, but seeing her act like this proved that the child in her still existed. He let out a sigh of resignation, looking to her after.
“Okay…but promise that you won't try and snatch it from me. Alright?” he said to her, his left arm twitching slightly.
Emily nodded to reply, Ashton sighing as he brought his left arm out and held the device out for her to see. Upon seeing the device, her eyes seemed to light up with curiosity, coming closer to inspect it.
“Is that…a Wii U game pad?” she asked as she looked at the screen of it.
“It kinda is, but…very unique…” Ashton responded, holding his arm out straight. “Just don't try and take it off. Seriously, don't.”
“Why not? I mean, it looks like it's removable.”
“Trust me and the dozen tools I broke trying to remove it…” a sigh came out from him as he remembered the attempts to try and remove the device.
“Oh…”
Ashton stayed still as she watched Emily inspect the device, even turning it on. He wanted to stop her but seeing that she was simply messing around on the main menu, he just let her continue on. He started to make his way to the kitchen table slowly, Emily able to keep up with him as she continued to fiddle with the device. He soon sat down at the table, glancing over to Emily once he did. His heart sank though when she saw him looking at the greninja on the screen, seeing the 'morph' button underneath it, her finger moving dangerously close to it.
“Wait, Emily. No, DO–” he tried to stop her, only for her finger to make contact with the button.
In an instant after the option was pressed, the bright blue light covered the human, his body altering to become the greninja yet again, unlike last time to where he had to witness the changes first-hand. The process only lasted for several seconds, soon finishing with the light fading, both Emily and the greninja having widened eyes, both unmoving as well. The timer was faintly glowing on the greninja's left forearm, ticking down like last time.
.
..
...
“YOU WERE THE GRENINJA?!” Emily yelled out, grinning widely as she seemed to literally shake in her spot.
A meep came out from Ashton as he quickly got up and bolted away from the crazed fan-girl, whom got up and started to give chase.
“LET ME HUG YOU!!” she cried out, the greninja wanting none of it as he ran for his life through his house, not wanting to risk heading out lest any authorities see him.
“EMILY, STOP! HEEL! CEASE! DESIST!” he cried out in desperation, bolting around a corner in a duck to avoid the girl's arms scything in around him.
Emily didn't even stop, recovering from her failed bear-hug and continued to chase the greninja, occasionally cornering him only for him to slip out and continue to run. Every room they ran into, something or another ended up getting displaced due to the frantic movements of both parties. The chase lasted for a good ten minutes, coming to a stalemate with the greninja clinging to the high ceiling of the foyer, looking down at the poke-maniac below.
“You're gonna have to come down at some point, ya know.” she called up to him, the greninja quickly shaking his head in response.
“No way in hell am I coming down from here!” he yelled in response, forgetting the speech barrier between him and normal human conversation.
“Why? I won't bite.” Emily replied like as though she understood what he said, Ashton blinking a bit in response.
“Wait...you can understand me…?” he asked, getting a nod in reply.
“Sure, all I can hear is you saying 'Greninja', but I guess I'm that big of a Pokemon fan to where I can tell what you're saying.” she explained, the greninja blinking again in surprise.
“So…have you…calmed down now?”
A nod was the answer, the pokemon shifting slightly.
“Alright…I'm coming down now…”
With that, each of greninja's toes and fingers started to slowly lose their adhesiveness, the legs swinging down first before the hands came free, him easily landing on the floor in front of Emily, legs buckled at first before standing back up. Before he could fully stand up, he was quickly hugged by her but thankfully a lot less weaker than what she intended earlier, jolting slightly as he looked to her.
“I can't believe this…” she whispered to him. “That thing…made you like this, a greninja…a pokemon?”
A nod was the answer to her question, Ashton slowly hugging her in return. “Yeah…though after the first time, that thing just…sprung to my arm and attached to it. I already told you about my attempts to get it off…”
“Huh…reminds me of that one show, Ben 10.” Emily responded, the greninja nodding a bit. He was glad to see that she was so mellow now, though the peace faded when they heard the sound of something equivalent to a jet followed shortly by small quakes. The two quickly let go of the embrace, looking around to try and find out what was happening. Emily went towards the back of the house while Ashton to the front door, looking out of the glass at the top. The moment he did though, several thick metal objects burst through the walls on either side of his spot, a yell of surprise coming out from him before they curled up around the door, effectively pinning him to it.
He heard a scream come from Emily before the door and frame were roughly pulled from their position, the iron grip keeping the greninja pinned in his spot, swinging downwards towards the ground. To his relief it didn't scrape along the ground, the grip letting up to send him and the debris flying away from his home. He was able to recover mid-flight when the grip holding him was gone, flipping and landed on his feet, looking over to see what it was that done that.
“UNIT DIRECTIVE: CAPTURE SWAPPER DEVICE.” a mechanical voice sounding out, the greninja seeing that there was some kind of large robot getting up from in front of his house, seeing it turn to face him.
“What in the hell…?” he muttered, jolting when he saw the machine leaping towards him, robotic fist clenched and reared back.
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