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Ghede, Urban, and Jayme PD

Suicide (the mixed drink)

Empty liquor bottles flew over the bar counter and smashed on the dirty floor on the other side. Ghede was on one of his drinking binges again and the Stardust Club was his favorite haunt. The place had no security cameras in the places where it mattered, like the bar and they didn’t lock up the expensive booze. So, needless to say, he was busy raiding the shelves for the many bottles that had less than a glass-full of alcohol left in them. He wasn’t going to steal the bottle that were full, that’s look too suspicious… as if the glass shards on the floor weren’t.

The massive Banette was sitting on the ground, a glass tumbler, half-full, between his legs. He looked at it, contemplating if he needed anything else in the mixture. “Rum, vodka, more rum, chocolate liqueur. Whatever this is,” he counted off the different types of alcohol, tossing the unlabeled bottle he’d just poured in. “Hmmm… It needs something…” He tapped his chin, thinking; zipper pull clinking against itself.

“Tequila!” he snapped his fingers, eyes lighting up. “That should be foul enough for me to taste!” Standing to his full height, he scanned over the different tequila types that were on the shelf. They all seemed particularly cheap, which was perfect for Ghede. The worse quality, the more likely he could taste it… so he hoped. To be honest, he’d never tasted anything, unless he’d possessed someone, and he hadn’t done that in over 100 years. Or, that’s what it felt like; he’d lost count over the years.

A bottle in the back seemed to call to him. Even with the bottles in front hiding it, Ghede could see a thick layer of dust on the bottle. He grinned broadly; for any alcohol to be left here that long, it had to be especially terrible. He shoved the other bottles aside rather unceremoniously and snatched up the long-forgotten tequila. Holding it up, he could see something settling at the bottom. “Worm?” he thought. It didn’t really look like a worm, though; it looked more like… a star? Ghede shrugged and opened the bottle, throwing the cap over his shoulder.

He plopped down in front of his glass and began pouring what was left of the tequila into the foul mixture. Anyone that knew anything about the alcohol could tell you, just by looking at it, that it should not be consumed. What did Ghede care though? It’s not like it’d kill him. As it got to the last few drops, he noticed that whatever was in the bottom of the bottle had already fallen into his drink. Curious, because he didn’t see it fall out of the bottle. He would’ve noticed too, because he was amazed it was even in the bottle, it’d looked too big to fit through the opening.

Another empty bottle thrown over and Ghede had a drink fit to kill. He held it up to the dim moonlight that through the thick, frosted glass windows above the bar. The star settled to the bottom of the tequila and danced around as he swirled the glass in his hand. An amused smile pulled at the sides of his zippered mouth. He wondered if this this was one of those stars that had changed so many normal Pokemon into the Pokemon-human hybrids. One way to find out! “Cheers!” He downed the whole drink in one gulp.

It is Alive!

The pain tore through his body and, not for the first time in his existence, Ghede wished he could pass out. Sleep would be the greatest of blessings. But he wasn’t that lucky. He stumbled through the bar area, thankful for the fact that the owner was too stupid to put security cameras in his establishment. The pain was causing his vision to blur to the point he was going to be sick. The whole sensation was new to him and he wasn’t caring much for it. What was this star doing to him?

Collapsing to his hands and knees, he couldn’t hold back the tide. A horrid-smelling fluid poured from his unzipped mouth. Nothing but the liquids and his dark essence escaped, however. The star was still somewhere inside him. He groaned, heaving again and more of that suicide he’d made spilled on to the already grimy floor. He somehow managed a chuckle, thinking that the alcohol he was spilling on the floor would actually clean the place.

A noise like the sound of stretching fabric broke the repetitive heaving of the Banette. He howled in pain as his body began to distort and change. He was shrinking, but his form stretched into proportions similar to a human child’s… only taller. Bones were forming and he was becoming corporeal. It was excruciating. He was coming to life and hating every second of it. He almost wished for death again… almost.

Even though he was miserable now, he thought of the end result. He’d be alive! He would feel pleasure; this pain, he hoped, was evidence of that. He’d be able to smell the scent of a beautiful woman, or man (he wasn’t picky). And don’t even get him started on tasting food! No, as bad as it was, he’d see this through.

The whole thing felt like it took hours and by the time the changes had stopped, Ghede could hear the sounds of the night ceasing. He lay motionless and naked on the floor for several minutes before pushing himself back to his knees. Both he and the floor were covered in sick. He sat there, a blank expression on his face. Minutes passed before he did anything else. A broad grin and nearly giddy laugh broke the silence. He looked crazed.

The laughing eventually subsided, but his smile remained. “Guess it’s time to clean up.” He chuckled at the sound of his own voice, it wasn’t as deep as it used to be and just sounded funny in general. Groaning, he stood and walked out of the bar area, toward one of the many dressing rooms. He was relieved to find he still had the ability to mess with the camera in Jayme’s room, causing it to see nothing but static. He hopped in the shower and scrubbed down, getting as clean as he could, before jumping back out.

“That’s done, let’s go see the kids.” He laughed again, fully realizing that he was still nude and that he’d left that mess on the floor. Assuming the rest of his powers were intact, he walked towards a shadowed corner, only to smack his face on the wall. He stumbled back, startled. “s**t!”