Overwriting Your Image by Metroid-Life, literature
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Overwriting Your Image
Somehow, waking up being stuck inside his computer was much less surprising than it should have been. One moment he knew he was asleep, now he found himself trapped as a stream of data in his computer's processor, with no idea how he ended up there. His computer wasn't on when he went to sleep, and he had no camera attached, so he had no way of knowing the specifics of the situation, but it most certainly was where he ended up. Something about it left him feeling weirdly calm and rational; even though he knew he should be alarmed, he seemed to pass through whatever emotions he felt very quickly. Or... maybe it only seemed quick to him? What was seconds 'outside' passed very slowly, and he knew exactly how long it took, constantly aware of the passage of time down to the nanosecond. His brain, such as it was, was moving far faster with nothing but computing power and no organic urges or needs to get in his way. It didn't take him long to figure out some way of communicating- leaving
FGO: Misunderstood Magic by Metroid-Life, literature
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FGO: Misunderstood Magic
Kama watched the sleeping Master of Chaldea with a small smirk, while a magical light surrounded him. He was suspended in the air, gently resting, a peaceful smile on his lips. Besides him, Medea was softly whispering incantations, walking slowly around the spell circle containing the man. Kama wasn't entirely sure what the spells were, but the goddess and witch had an agreement, and she trusted they were helping the process. That left herself with little to do but watch the frankly boring ritual, but better that than someone- She flinched as she heard the door slide open, looking around. There weren't exactly many places that could be called private in Chaldea, but Kama had thought moving Master to her room was a good move. People barged into his room constantly, Medea had friends, but Kama… well, finding her animosity didn't keep people away now of all times left her in a bad mood. Seeing Mash at the door, in full battle gear no less, didn't help any. Judging from her expression
Mecha Eli-chan, Engage! by Metroid-Life, literature
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Mecha Eli-chan, Engage!
As a new Servant, and an exceptionally unusual one at that, Mecha Eli-chan tried to be composed and reserved as she acclimated to her new home of Chaldea. She was polite to the other Servants, and of course she listened to her Master dutifully. All in all, after a week she thought she was doing well. The people that equated her with Elizabeth learned their folly, and she even noticed other mechanical Servants that she would no doubt get along with in time. All of this was well and good, but... there was one thing that grated on her nerves. She understood she wasn't Master's only Servant. She knew they were both learning about each other. And yet, even if she understood that, she couldn't stand seeing her Master, her beloved pilot candidate, being so close with the others. It was clear from seeing their smiles, how cheerfully they chatted, the little friendly gestures, all of it showed it was they were so much closer, and she was still too far. An outsider. In time things would
Chapter 6: What You Really See by Metroid-Life, literature
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Chapter 6: What You Really See
Helen couldn’t help but ponder her old life as a human occasionally. Sometimes she missed little things, made instinctive actions that no longer made sense; reaching up for things when she could just float, rooting around in her closet for clothes that no longer fit, that sort of thing. Slowly but surely those habits faded as she adjusted to her new life, but sometimes a holdover would nag at her. She used to find it frightening to be as small as she was, or to lift off the ground with nothing holding her but her mind, but it was all becoming second nature. That encounter with a trainer was frightening, especially when he threw a Pokeball at her, but once she looked back on the event, she realized she did handle herself fairly well… but she would have lost in the end. She still had a long way to go. After all, she hadn’t evolved yet. And nothing made that more clear than what was happening now, her clinging to a shopping cart, looking through the holes in it as Gardi pushed it
Chapter 5: A Clash of Wills by Metroid-Life, literature
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Chapter 5: A Clash of Wills
Helen had been nervous as she walked along with Gardi, but after the third ambush by some energetic Oddish, Helen was starting to realize that Pokemon really are just competitive by nature, even without trainers to spur them on. And she couldn’t help noticing, after defeating one of the local challengers, that she felt different. More tired of course, but also somehow stronger. As if her last evolution was just around the corner! With that zeal driving her, she ended up walking ahead of Gardi, looking for her next battle on the route’s main path, stepping out of the tall grass. She thought she heard an Electrike growling excitedly nearly, and she was correct- what she didn’t foresee was that this particular one belonged to a trainer, who was now looking down at her in surprise. He seemed to be a child, maybe ten, twelve years old, wearing a blue and white-striped shirt and shorts. They both stared at each other for a second, Helen slightly stunned at how much shorter she was now.
Chapter 4: State of Mind by Metroid-Life, literature
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Chapter 4: State of Mind
Now that she was a Kirlia, Helen found her psychic powers were even greater, and much easier to use. There was a spring to her step, quite literally- she barely felt attached to the ground at all now, not just because she could float, but her body was stronger, more flexible. She could see why many Kirlia tended to take up dancing even if they never showed an interest before. Everything just felt easier and more fun, and now she was tall enough to help Gardi cook too, if just barely with the help of floating. But it did feel good that she could help a bit, and didn’t have to be babied constantly. Her powers weren’t strange things she didn’t understand, but just part of her life now. It all made so much more sense than it did! Everything was going well, and she could feel she was getting stronger, closer to evolving again, every day. But something was bothering Gardi. She could just feel it, when they were close together, but she had no idea what it was. No matter how much she
Chapter 3: Psychic Progress by Metroid-Life, literature
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Chapter 3: Psychic Progress
Helen reached out with her little nub-like arms, but the berry was too far away. She knew that of course, she was standing on the table and it was on the nearby counter. But she thought, maybe if it looked like she could grab it, she could bring her psychic powers to work. Gardi was watching her, had been watching her for what felt like hours. But she felt no power yet, just embarrassment. And she could feel Gardi was concerned with her lack of progress yet too. This was supposed to be the most basic thing a Ralts like her could do! A small gurgling sound escaped her, and she sighed. Staring at food certainly wasn’t helping that either. “I-I’m sorry, Gardi. It’s just not working!” Gardi smiled softly, patting her head. “I’m sure you can do it, Helen. No, I know it.” Her reassuring words, and the absolute faith in her behind it, made Helen stand up a little taller. “I’ll try again.” “Of course. But, let me help you a little bit.” She moved the berry a bit closer, putting
Chapter 2: An Empathic Walk by Metroid-Life, literature
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Chapter 2: An Empathic Walk
“Gardi… Gardi wait!” Helen followed along behind her new guardian, little legs moving as fast as she could to keep up with Gardi’s longer, more elegant stride, panting already. She could tell already that even just going for a morning walk was going to be very different from what she was used to. Before she was, if anything, more fit than her psychic friend, who tended to levitate instead of run, but now that she was a Ralts... Gardi paused, looking a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I forgot you can’t keep up as well now.” She stood there for a moment, thinking, letting Helen catch her breath. “Would you like me to carry you?” Helen flinched, overcome by the idea, and Gardi smiled. “You don’t have to tell me. I can sense how you feel.” She gently lifted the little Ralts up, holding her close, before starting to walk again. Helen still felt a little jostled by her movements, and ended up holding onto her for support, blushing. As much as she loved being closer to her, especially