Lugia
Jared took a deep breath and approached the door. He clasped the knob which felt tiny in his giant hand, then tried to turn it. Luckily it moved without resistance, and he heard the tumblers fall away. He opened the door slowly, bracing for a shout or for the door to be shoved in his face. Nothing of the sort happened, and it swung all the way open.
What greeted him was… not at all what he expected. After being locked up in the rustic, grimy house of a fisherman, seeing the bubbly, brightly colored living room that he found himself in was jarring to the point of concussive. Here was a living room with modern decorations and furniture, all of it the same theme of white and blue as his body. In front of a wide, snowy couch was a stout bubble television holding a pair of rabbit ears.
Jared stood in awe of what was mostly a perfectly normal living room. Is this my place? It certainly seemed that way with the color theme. After two whole weeks of living in the wilderness as either a Pokémon or a selkie, just standing in a place of modern luxury felt alien and bizarre. The place was totally silent without another soul to keep him company or accuse him of trying to escape. He looked over his shoulder back into the room he exited. It had turned into what looked like a guestroom with a small bed and a dresser. He hadn’t been kidnapped here. He was free.
That was an immense load off his chest, but he still had to figure out what and where he was exactly. Stepping deeper into the living room he was able to look out one of the windows. It was bright outside, the sky clear of the Plutonian overcast which had made his imprisonment all the bleaker. The television was nearby, its bowed screen offering a reflection for him to look at, if a dull one. Jared fell to one knee and saw his own image for the first time since transforming. There was his pointed face, almost avian in quality. He slid his fingers across the sharp accents that swung out from his visor. They looked sharp compared to the broad digits he touched them with. A frown creased his features. Wait a minute…
He needed a better mirror. Jared shot back to his feet and darted his eyes around the house. If this place is mine, I should know where the bathroom is. Instinct brought him towards another door which he launched open. Just like he’d hoped, it was a full bathroom having a tub and a toilet. Above the sink was a mirror on the wall directly in front of him where he saw himself standing in the doorway, gripping the doorknob and wearing an excited look.
It all came rushing back. “Lugia?” he said out loud. It came out like a question even as the evidence literally stared him in the face. The legendary psychic-flying Pokémon was among the most iconic of the entire series. Part of him was kicking himself for not having recognized it as soon as he had opened the package it came in, though he could be forgiven seeing how it hadn’t been as fleshed out like now. It explains the big hands and fingers. These things are made for flying.
Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 19 August 2025