Group RP Pokémon Fusion: Rise of the Hybrids (IC Thread)

Muzzled. Muzzled and bolted down to a table was how one would find Boreas. Metal clasps were used to keep him restrained. The humans keeping him captive did this because he would whip up snowstorms or let loose a bolt of lightning if he wasn’t properly restrained. Rubber restraints could’ve been frozen, and electronic locks could’ve been fried. They were smart to go old school with his restraints. The cage was just extra protection. If he launched any electric attacks, they just got absorbed by the spikes sticking out, and the one keeping him here always entered the room heavily insulated from the cold; always with a Camerupt just in case.

Sure, the room was kept cool enough to avoid causing the Ice-Type any problems, but the insulation was necessary in case he tried to freeze his captors. They only removed the muzzle to allow him food and water. The food wasn’t even good. Just bland pellets offering the bare minimum. They said they would let him have something better if he “behaved” himself, but they’ve already ran his trust in humans into the ground. There was nothing that was going to get him to cooperate. The only time they allowed him to move around was after being sedate and waking up. Once that time was used up, he would be sedated again and put back here.

They should’ve just released me somewhere, literally anywhere, because they aren’t getting my help, he fumed. In fact, they’re going to regret everything they’ve done to me if I ever break out of here.

The human on guard sighed heavily.

“I wish you would make my job easier,” she muttered under her insulation. “I hate being here almost as much as you. Even worse, they put me in this cold room with you.” Boreas growled in irritation, indicating both that she was right and his annoyance by her complaining. The woman put her hands on her hips. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You have the worst attitude about this.” She pursed her lips together.

“Look. We’ll both get out of this eventually. You just need to behave so that they can be a little more relaxed with you, and then maybe I’ll get transferred out of this place,” she pointed out. Boreas stared at his handler.in mild curiosity. He had to admit, if he wanted to break out, that was likely his best option. “Either you’ll manage to escape, or you’ll get used by one of the higher ups.”

Boreas remained still and quiet.

CRACK!

He let out an electrical blast, which got sucked into the nearest spike. Sure, he wanted freedom, but he wasn’t about to comply to get it, and he most certainly wasn’t about to sink to their level to get it. His guard let out a sigh.

“I don’t know why I even bothered,” she stated.

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Boreas blinked his eyes open. He remembered falling asleep, but he didn’t remember being stuck with a needle this time. A groan caught his attention. The guard had fallen asleep, but she was coming to as well. This was no coincidence. If she figured that out too, then…

That’s right. She hates it here too, Boreas remembered. “Hey!”

That got her attention. She looked up at Boreas still sprawled across a table

“Did I fall asleep on the job?” she asked. “I’m going to be in trouble.”

“You’re not the only one who fell asleep,” Boreas growled through his muzzle.

“Did they forget to feed you or something?” the Rocket asked. Typical humans. Can’t understand a word a Pokémon says.

He shook his head as best as he could with his neck strapped down. While he hated the idea of getting help from one of his captors, it was his best shot at the time. That meant he needed to get the message across. The rocket stared at him briefly before it dawned on her.

“Something happened?!” she gasped. She seemed to ponder this a bit. Then her green eyes twinkled with mischief, a smile forming across her glossy pink lips. She approached Boreas cautiously.

“Today might be our lucky day,” she whispered. “First, I’m going to look around outside the room. Once I’m sure what’s going, I can work out a way to make everyone else think I’m dead.” Boreas rolled his eyes. Of course she wasn’t going to just let him out. He had figured as much. The rocket produced a ball and promptly released the Camerupt Boreas recognized all too well. “Camerupt, stay here and guard 99. I need check what’s going on outside this room,” she instructed the volcanic camel.

NA-038-99. It was always this, Ninetails, or Ninepharos that these humans called him. Of course it wasn’t like they would be able to know his name, though they could find ways of finding out. But that was assuming they cared which they obviously did not. He exhaled strongly out of his nose, unable to express his annoyance in any other manner than a growl, as the human left the room.

Today might be the day I get to quit! the rocket squealed internally as she moved to open the door, her auburn hair bouncing behind her. Secretly, she hated this place for nearly the same reason Boreas did, not that she would admit it to her superiors. She peaked her head out the room. Nobody seemed to be in the hall. Very sus, she thought as she grabbed her Kadabra's Pokéball. There was normally someone walking down this hall at any given time. If worse comes to worse, then I'll have Kadabra teleport me to safety.

 

'Another day locked in captivity, another day of forced experiments'. Benison has long lost track of how long he's been locked up, but with how he hasn't seen the light of day in so long, it became impossible to know how long exactly is a day. He had just finished being forced to do more test by the scientists, and was now being thrown back into his dark cell. Under normal circumstances, he would've attempted to fight his captors and attempt yet another escape, but his latest test involved using psionics abilities, which have left him both physically and mentally drained. Knowing that he was unable to fight back, all they needed was a single grunt to pick him up, and take him back into his cell. 'Another day of headaches and migraines, another day locked in darkness'.

Once again being locked in his dark room, barely able to move due to the exhaustion, he pulled himself towards the small pile of hay by the corner of his room and laid there until he finally lost his consciousness.

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His rest had been interrupted by the sound of his doors alarm noises, followed by the sound of it unlocking. It would only be a matter of time before a random grunt or scientist would pick him up in his weakened state, and forced into more experiments. Able to recover some strength, Benison stood up and prepared himself for whoever was about to come through the door... But nobody showed up. At first, he thought the grunts were playing a trick on him, but after a while of the alarms still going off, and no voices outside, he was lead to believe that no one was outside his cell. With caution, he made his way to the door, and creaked it open slowly in case this actually was a trap. Once the door was fully open, he was surprised by the sight. A few grunts and scientist were around the area, but all of them were lying unconscious. It took Benison a while to process what was going on in front of him, but he quickly came to a realization. 'I... can escape!?'.

As soon as that thought came to mind, he immediately made a dash to the hallways. He had been dragged and carried through some of these hallways, but as soon as he got out of his current floor, he would have no idea where he needed to go in order to get out. He also had no idea how long they were going to stay down, so he needed to be quick.

 

As Beryl awoke, she found herself in one of the observation chambers. Several dummies shaped like various Pokémon were strewn about the room, and a one-way mirror spanned the length of one of the walls. She'd been escorted here just before passing out, but what happened to all the scientists? Even if she couldn't see them, she could still sense their auras through the glass. Every single one was on the ground, as if they were just waking up as well.

This may just be my opportunity, she thought.

She'd need to find a way out of this room quickly. Teleportation was out of the question. While she'd managed to do so previously, she had very little control over where she ended up. In the tight corridors of this facility, the odds of teleporting herself inside of a wall were too high for her liking. Breaking through the glass wasn't an option, ether. It was likely reinforced, and even if she did manage to break through, the scientists would likely be awake and ready to subdue her by that point. With no other way out, she tried simply pulling the door handle, and much to her surprise, it opened without issue. Had one of the grunts really been careless enough to leave it unlocked?

Rushing out into the hallway, her problems were far from over. There were more Rocket grunts out in the hallway, and they were slowly beginning to wake up. Beryl's gaze moved upward, towards an air vent in the ceiling. A green glow enveloped her body as she began to float upwards, doing her best to ignore the worsening pain in her head. After pulling the grate off, she squeezed her way inside. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get in, just as the scientists began to rush out of the room in pursuit.

"The test subject's escaping!"

"What's gotten into her? She's never done anything like this before."

The desperate cries of the scientists faded into the distance as Beryl moved through the air duct. Crawling would make too much noise and alert the grunts to her position, so she had no choice but to keep floating. Of course, this wasn't easy. What had started as a light throbbing pain in her head was now becoming more and more painful by the second. Still, she pressed on.

She eventually came across another grate. She wasn't entirely sure where she ended up. Just to make sure, she peeked down into the room below, only for her nose to start bleeding at the worst possible moment. In her panic, she released the psychic hold keeping her afloat, hitting the bottom of the air duct with a loud clang. She wasn't sure if anyone was in the room below her, but if there was, they certainly knew she was there now.

 

“What the heck?!” Margret had to stop dead in her tracks when she saw the Reuniclus approaching. This was no normal Reuniclus after all, and seeing it unsupervised raised some red flags. If it had gone rogue, she was in no position to handle it herself. “Come out!” she shouted as she opened her Kadabra’s Pokéball. In a red flash, the spoon wielding Pokémon emerged.

“Use Teleport!” she ordered. In another flash, she and her Kadabra were gone. She was stunned for a moment, however, when she came face to face with a very unhappy Golduck instead. “Get ready…” she told her Kadabra. All she had to do about the situation was “accidentally” teleport back to 99’s enclosure with this Golduck, and then she could enact her plan.

While the grunts laying on the floor around this Golduck were worrying, she had to help the escaped Pokémon find one of the others while making it look like an accident, and then find some way to fake her demise. She didn’t know if any of the cameras were working or if anyone was watching them, but she had to make it all look real just in case.

And then once she was out, she could go clothes shopping, destroy her uniform, and disappear.

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Boreas struggled against the metal restraints of the table, growling and grunting as he did. For now, he was on his own with no way of knowing when or if anyone was coming to his rescue. Even if he wasn’t completely tied down, ice wouldn’t help here. The cage absorbed his electric attacks, and he couldn’t summon rain while bolted down. That just left Dazzling Gleam, which wouldn’t be able to do much either. The Camerupt only snorted at the display.

“You may as well give up. You’re not getting out of this,” he pointed out.

“We-grr-don’t know that yet!” Boreas stated. Struggling against the restraints was proving fruitless, however. They had been thorough about restraining his movements. Still, he could see that the door had been left open either intentionally or unintentionally. Electricity danced across his fur as he let out a blast of lightning, which only got sucked into the nearest spike once again.

He knew this was pointless. Even if the cage didn’t absorb it, the one standing guard was a Ground Type. He did however hope the flash would catch someone’s attention. Glancing at the open door, he caught a glimpse of something green. A rainbow glow of Fairy-Type energy encompassed Boreas as the ten spheres adorning his body began to light up. He wasn’t sure he had shown his captors this move, but he had hoped it would do something so as to not leave any would be rescuers to do all of the work. The Camerupt could only watch on as any action on his part would do more harm than good.

The energy expanded outward violently, engulfing the table and the cage with him. When the Dazzling Gleam faded, it had actually done more damage to the cage than he had expected. Perhaps he could finish the job in two more blasts if he were at full strength. The cage appeared as if it would be able to take at least two more of the same strength without giving out, and he was unable to check the condition of the table.

“I don’t suppose you’ll help,” Boreas said sarcastically.

“Nah, I’d rather let you do that yourself,” Camerupt shot back. “Better I let you tire yourself out so I can knock you out easier.”

“What will you do after that? Sit on me?” Boreas remarked. “All I have to do at that point is use Dazzling Gleam until you get off.”

“There’s probably more than one cage like this here,” Camerupt pointed out.

“You’d have to put me in it first.”

 

It seemed like his plan of running away immediately was a good idea after all. As soon as he left the room, the scientist and a few grunts were beginning to wake up. Slamming the door behind him, he began running down the dark yet familiar corridors of the lab. His many forced trips to these parts were starting to give him some sort of upper hand in this situation.

"Crap, what just happened? One moment, I'm on break, then I'm suddenly waking up from this hard concrete floor. What's going on?" A voice had spoken from around one of the many corners of the hallway. Surprised by how close the voice had sounded, Benison attempted to stop running, causing him to accidentally trip over his own feet, Making a loud *THUD* while hitting the floor. "Huh, the heck was that!?"

Hearing the footsteps approaching him at a rapid pace, Benison had realized that he had nowhere to hide. Steeling his resolve to confront whoever came around the corner the grunt had poked his head around the corner, both parties making eye contact with each other. The eye contact didn't last long, as the grunt immediately backed up a bit before running in the opposite direction from Benison. "Shit, those things are escaping!?"

Benison, assuming that this grunt was going to call for backup, decided to give chase. Due to their great difference in physical abilities, Benison quickly caught up with the grunt. Wanting to end things quickly, Benison jumped up into the air, and landed one good attack to the back of the grunts head, knocking them back into unconsciousness. As soon as Benison wanted to take a short break, the sound of other voices coming from many directions made themselves known. Not wanting to deal with more grunts, he quickly bolted from the scene in the opposite direction from the voices.

Luckily for him, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. It was a big metal door with no handles, and a big line that splits if from the middle. Benison recalls the humans calling it an "Elevator". He had seen so many grunt go in and out of this door, so his best odds for leaving were through this door. But since the door did not have a handle, nor could it be pushed open, Benison had no idea how to open this door. As he was trying to figure out how to open the door, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud *CLANG*. Stiffening up at the alarmingly close sound, Benison quickly turns around only to find no one behind him. Looking around for whatever made that sound, he heard an audible sound of a drop hitting the floor, which caused him to notice a few blood drops on the concrete floor.

Looking up, he noticed the somewhat small vents above him, but more importantly, a figure up on the grates. It was very dark to see the figure for what it was, but he did notice one thing. Facial patterns that resembled that of a Beheeyem were apparent from where he was standing, although something was odd about it. Nonetheless, he was ecstatic to meet someone that was not a human nor their aggressive Pokémon. A bit concerned with the bleeding and not wanting to get caught by any possible nearby grunts, Benison spoke up in a hushed tone.

"Hey, you... up there in the vents. Look, I'm not a human, I don't know who you are, but can you help me get out of here? I've been locked down here and I just want to get out." Benison called out to the creature in the vent.

 

Beryl froze, hoping nobody was around to hear her just now. Much to her dismay, though, she heard footsteps down below. She wouldn't get much further floating through the vents. If there was a Rocket grunt here, her best chance would be to stay as quiet as possible and hope they just dismiss the sound they just heard. So, she held her breath and waited, at least until she heard a voice from below.

"Hey, you... up there in the vents. Look, I'm not a human, I don't know who you are, but can you help me get out of here? I've been locked down here and I just want to get out."

She let out a sigh of relief as she peeked down through the grate. Standing below her was a Hitmontop, though he looked quite unlike most of his kind. "You're... ngh... you're a hybrid too, aren't you?" She asked, wincing a little at the pain in her head. "I'll be right down, just... just gimme a second."

Grabbing onto the grate with both paws, she manages to pull it off, and sets it off to the side. She paused for a moment, as she internally debated whether or not she should use her psychic powers to slow her fall. It didn't seem to be too high, and using her powers in the condition she's in right now would only make things worse, so she decided against it. As she dropped down, she thankfully landed without injuring herself, though she was thrown off balance a little.

As she stumbled back to her feet, she put a paw on the wall to support herself. As she did so, she accidentally pressed some kind of button. It was marked with a triangle, which started to glow after she touched it, but it didn't seem to do anything else. She wasn't sure why it was there in the first place, but they had more important things to worry about.

"The humans... they're probably looking for us. We need to find-"

She was suddenly cut off by a mechanical-sounding *ding* as a door next to them began to open. On the other side was a small room, though unlike some of the storage closets scattered around the facility, this one looked like it was completely empty. How odd.

 

The Camerupt gave the slimy golem Pokémon a baffled stare. What on Earth was another spliced Pokémon doing here? Boreas gave the newcomer a toothy grin.

“Please do! I’m stiff as a board,” he responded.

“What? No!” Camerupt objected.

“Pay the fire spitter no mind. He clearly has not thought this through,” Boreas pointed out.

Camerupt wasn’t sure what to do at this point. If this newcomer tried to fight him, he wouldn’t have a prayer unlike if he battled this Ninetails. That meant the only stop him from getting out was to preemptively attack the Ice Type. Boreas dropped his grin as flames wreathed the Camerupt’s mouth.

The temperature dropped in the already chilly room as snow and bits off ice started blowing around. Boreas’s Snow Warning had activated. It was then a rainbow colored light shown from the sphere in his forehead, projecting a veil of light over him as the volcanic Pokémon spewed his flames. While the Aurora Veil wouldn’t completely block the attack, it would at least take off half the damage from the super effective hit.

“How rude,” Boreas uttered.

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Margret and her Kadabra locked eyes with the spliced Golduck. While the Kadabra had to admit that he didn’t have the sanest trainer, she was an intelligent one. That was the sole reason he allowed his capture as an Abra. After what felt like an age, the Golduck made his move.

“Now!”

With a flash, the Kadabra teleported himself and Margret back to the room she had been tasked with guarding, “accidentally” dragging the Golduck with them. Fortunately, the Ire Punch had missed its intended target. Margret looked from the less than pleased Alolan Ninetails to the Reuniclus and smirked behind the collar of her heavy black coat.

Seems she didn’t need make any further attempts at being convincing after all. If the other two spliced Pokémon that definitely weren’t supposed to be in the room freed the one that was supposed to be here, she would not only be outmatched, but outnumbered as well, and she doubted her superiors could argue with getting out of dodge in order to "regroup" and get some intel on the situation. Then she could plot out her disappearing act.

Reading her mind, the Kadabra teleported Margret and the Camerupt out of the room, leaving Boreas quite baffled as the snowstorm settled down.

He hadn’t expected her to actually come back with help, much less leave without a fight. His laughter over the matter was muffled only by the muzzle strapped to his head.

“I guess that human really did hate it here after all!” he noted. Out of all of the grueling days he had spent in captivity, he had to admit, this was the most entertaining by a long shot. “Still, I doubt we’ve seen the last of her. She’ll want to make sure she can leave this place without anyone else following her.”

 

Boreas watched as the slimy golem lifted up one side of the cage. He then let out a pained hiss as the other newcomer began to heat the metal bands. To him, it made slightly more sense to bust the cage wide open and have larger one peel the restraints off, but at least they were helping. Then again, perhaps they weren’t fully aware that this Ninetails was weak to Fire. He nodded in understanding as the fire type advised against breathing.

In the grand scheme of things, this pain was nothing compared to what the humans have already put him through. Especially since the Aurora Veil helped with some of it. Freed from his restraints, the Ice-Type stretched as he stood before darting out from under the cage. He then fanned his tail as he studied the Golduck. He had seen one of these Water-Types with one of the travelers that visited the mountain he had called home. Seeing the flame-tipped tail, he felt a twinge of sympathy. Having been given a conflicting type could not have been easy.

“I imagine they took something important from you as well,” he noted. “Bad news, you’ve probably freed one of the most dangerous ones here. The good news? I’m more than happy to help. Just be ready to deal with me when I lose it.” He put one his front paws to his chest. “They’ve done something else to me besides what you can see. I’m not sure what is myself. I just remember blacking out without those humans sticking me with one of those needles once before, specifically when I discovered what they had taken away.”

He looked at the damaged cage and the table he had been strapped to. “Whatever it was might have been the real reason why they were so thorough in keeping me tied down, but they probably would’ve gone this far without that. I would’ve kept lashing out at them every chance I got even without it.”

 

"You're... ngh... you're a hybrid too, aren't you?" The Pokémon in the vent asked. "I'll be right down, just... just gimme a second."

At first, Benison assumed that whatever was in the vents was just a Beheeyem trying to escape. What he didn't expect, was that the creature that came out of the vents, was in fact another hybrid much like himself.

This surprised Benison; not that he assumed he was the only hybrid, but just the confusion of actually meeting one. The other scientists never had him see or talk to any other Pokémon, unless he was fighting the grunts. He also didn't expect expect her to immediately lose balance, while blood was dripping out of her nose.

He immediately felt concerned over the Lucario/Beheeyem hybrid. She must have had a very bad time trying to escape. But before Benidon, could express his concerns, both hybrids heard a loud *DING* noise, followed by the metal doors opening.

"Did... did you open that door just now?" The hitmontop hybrid asked, looking at the direction of the other escapee. While waiting for her response, he noticed that near her paw, there was now a glowing button attached to the wall with a triangle on it. He found this curious, but decided to not think much if it.

Looking back at the now opened door. He noticed that it was empty inside, and that it was also quite spacious. Worrying about possible traps, he slowly made his way inside, making sure to check around the entrances for any possible ambushes. Confirming that the room was in fact 100% empty, he called out to the other hybrid.

"You're right about what you were saying before. Those humans are definitely coming to look for us. We need to get out of here as fast as possible. All I know is that we're underground somewhere, and we need to find our way back to the surface." Benison spoke, not sure how to address the strange Pokémon. "I have seen many grunts and scientists come out through this door. So this door has to lead us somewhere, because there's not really any thing humans would consider a livable space down in the basements. But honestly, I have no idea what this room is. It's just so empty."

As he continued to search around the room, he noticed something strange next to the door from the inside of the room. Right next to the door was a strange panel with two buttons on it. One with a triangle up top, and one with a upside down triangle at the bottom. Strangely enough, unlike the button from outside, none of these were glowing.

"Hey, take a look at this." Benison began to speak once again. "These look like the same strange buttons on the outside. I might not know much about human technology and how it works, but I am willing to bet that these things can help us get out somehow."

 

"Either way, it's probably safer behind me. I wouldn't want you getting zapped if one of my electric attacks misfires if I'm supposed to be helping," Boreas pointed out. It hadn't been because he thought he was stronger necessarily, but out concern over not knowing what else was done to him. Aside from accidentally hitting this Golduck with a blast of lightning, he was concerned that it made him a hazard.

He poked his head out of the open door and glanced in both directions. It seemed empty, but he doubted that would last. He sniffed the air to see if he could detect any enemies. He could only get the scent of his fellow hybrids, one of them having an earthly scent about them. Perhaps the slimy one was a Ground Type? He shook his head. That much didn't matter. The only way to keep from hitting an ally in front of him was to actually blast lightning.

He followed the Golduck down the hall at first before moving on ahead. If he was going to fight, he needed to make sure he only hit the enemy and not anyone else. At the thought of confrontation, electricity danced across his fur of its own volition. Sure, he imagined this Golduck could take a Blizzard, but freezing him could prove problematic. Soon, he came up on a group of grunts. One of them took notice of the blue and yellow Ninetails as the temperature in the hall dropped.

"Who let the Ninetails loose?!" he demanded as snow and ice began to fly around the corridor.

Snow Warning had kicked in once more, but Boreas wasn't content with just that. No, he needed them to freeze. With a howl, Boreas sent a Blizzard straight for them. The grunts that didn't get fully encased in ice had their feet frozen to the floor, and a few even had a hand frozen to the wall. If looks could kill, these humans would have already been dead by this point.