From: Shimarisu <shimarisu@my-deja.com> Subject: [PW!] Nisemon gets Caught Date: Sunday, January 16, 2000 10:32 AM "Nisemon gets Caught" Nisemon felt awfully groggy. It seemed to have been a terribly long time since the Ditto had any grip on reality, and the haziness that blocked out any clarity of thought was akin to coming out of a long dream. The Ditto opened its eyes, and stared up at the ceiling. "So that's it!" thought Nisemon. I *am* coming out of a long dream! Slowly, Nisemon raised a hand up into the light, where it was visible. The hand was clean, perfectly manicured, free of any marks that might suggest that it had been subjected to labour of any kind. And it was very white, the sort of hand that might be covered up at all times. This person must really like wearing gloves. "Who am I?" wondered Nisemon. The form on the bed - for indeed it was a bed, if a bit of a scruffy, smelly, dirty one - sat bolt upright. And in front of the figure's eyes, a mirror was stuck to the wall. A poorly made, plastic one - which offered a warped reflection if anything. Nevertheless, Nisemon didn't care. "Mirror!" shouted the as yet unidentified form. "Mirror!" Nisemon heaved the human form forward, and tried to melodramitically pull the plastic mirror off the wall, but it seemed to be bolted there permanently. After a considerable about of time spent scratching the sides, trying to lever it off, it occurred to Nisemon to actually stand up properly and *look* in the thing. So the Ditto did. And there displayed, in all his glory - or rather not so, as it was a really poorly made mirror - was the bishounen, lavender haired member of Team Rocket that Nisemon had up to this point been impersonating so well. "Ohhhh." Said Nise-James, in realisation. "But I'm not James! I feel crappy!" Nisemon suddenly looked down, and realised that 'James' was still wearing Tracey's nerdy shorts and T-shirt. A thought materilised in the Ditto's mind. It would be really funny to morph into somebody else at this juncture, somebody who *really* wouldn't be seen dead in these clothes - not even if his partner actually forced him into them. Nisemon laughed, a manic, anime villian laugh - which was somehow tinged with an edge of childish mirth, and looked into the mirror again to behold the form that had already been taken on. "Bwahahahahaahaaaah!" laughed Nisemon, pointing at Kiniro's face in the mirror. "I bet you feel *really* silly now! This'll teach you!" "Erm, could you keep it down in here?" a voice rang out from towards the back of the room. "You're disturbing everyone." "What?" Nise-Kiniro swung round, to behold Officer Jenny standing behind the bars. Bars? Officer Jenny looked perplexed. No, she looked downright astonished. "H...how did you do that?" she stammered. "How did I do what?" She pointed a trembling finger. "The hair," she said. "How did you change your hair so quickly?" Nise-Kiniro facefaulted, fell off the bed, then righted himself in a single frame of animation. "Are you crazy?" he asked, incredulous. A *lot* had changed besides the hair. Kiniro was nothing like James, he was not! There were the jet black eyes for a start. And the pained, accusing expression. And the stature - Kiniro knew *exactly* what he was about. If anything, Kiniro was the anti-James. And emaciated, miserable Purple Girl was the anti... now hang on! Nisemon sniggered. Spun round. "I get it now!" the Ditto laughed in Jenny's general direction. "I get the joke!" "Listen, Mr master-of-disguises," started Jenny, completely failing to acknowledge that there was an entirely different person in the cell from the one she'd previously beaten over the head, and dragged off to prison. "Listen to me. Either you keep quiet, or I take you out of this cell, which just so happens to be right next to my office, and put you in one with another prisoner. And so help you if you do, you pervert, because they'll no doubt tear you apart!" "Eh?" Not for the first time in the Ditto's life, Nisemon was utterly confused. "I'm a pervert? Why am I a pervert?" "Are you completely INSANE?" raged Jenny. "Do you even *understand* why you're in here?" "No," answered Nisemon, truthfully. "Well then, I'll tell you. Do you think it's *normal* to go propositioning young children? Is this something you do every day?" "Yes... and um, yes..." answered the bewildered Nisemon. Jenny was utterly dumbfounded. She staggered back a couple of steps, before falling backwards. She sat up, to face the abomination before her. This was like nothing she'd ever had to deal with before... "Do you mean him?" Nisemon pondered. "That kid in Pewter, the crazy little one, who looked like he was itching for a Pokemon battle? The really, really freaky one? I'd make a guess, he was at least 15. Do you think I fancied him? Are you MAD? I was asking, did he fancy ME! I was James at the time, who doesn't fancy James?" "You were... what?" flustered Jenny." "I was James. James. And anyway, what does it matter, propositioning children. How do you know who are children and who are not? Everyone looks about 14 years old, unless they have white hair I guess, or a couple of lines to denote wrinkles." Nisemon pulled at Kiniro's face to try to replicate the effect. It didn't work, so instead, he morphed into Professor Oak. Right in front of Jenny. "I mean, how old are you?" Nise-Oak continued. "You look... ooh, about 16. Old enough to be a police officer? Is this world *completely* crazy? Or is that just me?" "You... you, what ARE you?" Jenny continued to stammer. "What am I?" Nisemon grinned, slipping into Mewtwo expressions. "I am the truth. I am the genuine article. And you, human, are crazy." Slowly, the form of Professor Oak moved to the front of the cell. Jenny twitched nervously, trying to inch backwards on her behind, but there was a wall in the way. "Check these bars out," Nisemon gleefully continued. "Look at them. Just look at them, woman! Are you daft? I mean, anyone can get through these!" To demonstate, Nise Oak squeezed between two of the bars. And got stuck halfway through. "Did I say anyone?" Nisemon blushed, trying to compensate for the error. "Well, some people can." Without thinking, the Ditto morphed into Murasaki, and quickly slid through. So quickly, that Nisemon fell right on top of Jenny. "Sorry about that, crazy woman. And bai-bai to you." Holding Tracey's shorts up as was necessary, Nisemon scrambled to Murasaki's feet, and ran towards a door marked 'Exit'. Before leaving, Nisemon indicated the sign, and addressed Jenny one final time. "Christ. How dumb can you be?" And the confused Ditto, was, as bad writers say for want of a descriptive passage, gone. - Shimarisu Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.