Chapter 1

   "Hello. My name is Chaotic Riolu, but everyone calls me Luke (short for lucario), and I will be todays host at the Shack." I said, watching as a new customer came into The Weird Shack. Run by me, The Shack has just about anything a person would want... and me. I am the important part in this place."Hi, Luke. I'm Christopher, or Chris for short.  I am looking for..." Chris trailed off, when he got a good look at me, the pink riolu with the blue eyes. I was previously a human, a scientist in fact, but a lab incident left my body like this.So, while he was judging me, I could judge him back. He was wearing grey pants, with a red over shirt. He looked to be 5 and a half feet tall. His pale face looked still young,  though it looked stupid with him just staring.I started to look at his aura, getting bored with looking at the teenager. His aura showed he was shocked, and fascinated at the same time. I saw mild annoyance, centered around his head. Taking a quick look through his mind, ignoring the thoughts on how I could possibly be here, I identified why he came. He came looking for pills for a headache. I have a million different cures for headaches, but I was bored, and this man was beginning to get on my nerves. "So, do you want those pills gift-wrapped , or would you like to use them on the go?" I asked. "And, before you ask, I know Mind Reader, and no, I don’t want to tell you how a talking riolu exist, brings up bad memories, and yes , it is rude to stare, so please stop.", watching as his mouth began to open and close, with no words coming out."Um, to go, please. How much?" He asked, stuttering just a little bit. His voice was soft, some what airy. Perfect for what was going to happen to him."Please, consider it my gift for you," I said, with a smile on my face. I handed it over, a small"I know that headaches suck. However, I did want slight payback for you being a jerk, so the side effect is that the headache gets worse before it gets better. I would have it, but it's bad for Pokémon.""Will it kill me?" Chris asked, clearly showing nervousness. Looking into his mind showed me that he thought I was somewhat feral."No, of course not. Just because I'm a Pokémon, doesn’t mean I wish to kill people. Stop judging me, you air head," was all I had to say in the matter. After he left, I smiled, closed up shop for a break, and went into the back to watch what was to happen.*******************************************Chris smiled, but soon frowned as his headache came back. Taking the pills out of his bag, he studied the side effects. Judging if they were worth it, he grabbed a pill, and  popped it into his mouth.His headache came back, this time, with a vengeance. He grabbed his head, in hopes that would ease the pain. Surprisingly, that worked, that easing the pain immediately. Relieved, he tried to take his hands down, realizing that his hands were stuck. going to the nearest shop with windows, he watched as his hands turn a shiny yellow, almost like plastic, his thumb and pinky finger merge with the fingers next to them. As he stared horror-struck as the yellow continued to his head. near his mouth and nose, it switched colors, turning a creamy white as it grew out, turning into a bill. His eyes grew wider, as the pupil shrunk into a mere dot. as his body grew outward, he shrank to 2 feet 7 inches.  He watched as a tail appeared near his posterior, as his feet turned the same color as his bill, flattening into the feet of a duck. Finally, three strips of black plastic appeared on his head to finish his change into a plastic Psyduck. Appearing next to him, Luke spoke.*******************************************"I hope your headache feels better," I said. His eyes showed nothing,  but his mind spoke volumes."Here we go," pulling out a pump from what appeared to be a Pokeball around my neck. After latching it onto a hole Chris didn't notice on his arm, I watched as not only his air began to dissappear, but as his mind went with it. Soon, Chris was nothing but a pooltoy Psyduck. Picking up the deflated body, I put it on his shoulder, and brought it back to his shop. When I inflated it back up, I stuck a sticker on it, saying the duck toy was worth $20.25. I took the clothes off, and waited for another costumer to come in, see what I could do next.