It had been six days - or so Aaron thought, as the days seemed like they were blurring together - and still he
sat there, stuck as a Dewott plushie, with that stupid Dora doll staring down at him. Though he was extremely
agitated from having to look at the same scene continuously for the past 140-odd hours, he at least had a good
idea in his head of what he was going to do with the Chronivac when he was able to move again. That, plus his
revenge against Alice, for keeping him like this for so long.
"Damn it! If only I could think of something!"
He immediately threw his hands to his mouth. He had just spoke! And his hands! Well, they were technically
little black paws but still, he had moved!
Somehow, within just the last few seconds Aaron had failed to notice that he had grown from half a foot tall to
almost three feet, and regained the ability of movement and speech. "No idea how I didn't notice that."
He suddenly paused, however. He had just realised the power of the device that had done this to him. This device
had turned him into a character of fiction! He could very well be the first real Dewott in existance! Maybe even
the first Pokemon!