Jack was, ironically enough, working on a piece of art that looked like a plant coming to life and ripping itself up out of its pot plant. He heard a voice outside the door and the familiar sound of foot steps. The voice, though, was familiar. “Violet?” he asked himself as he got up and away from his work bench and pulled the door open. First one he noticed was the dark skinned girl, of course, and smiled faintly in greeting. “H-hey Violet how are y-y….” then he stopped since he spotted Katelynn or, by his rights, a pokemon.
He yelped and stepped back, green eyes wide. “W-w-what’s going o-on?” he asked.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Maple,” Violet tried to keep things light. She gestured to the Lilligant standing beside her. “I wish it was under better circumstances, though. The magical anons went through town again, and Katelynn here got hit by one.”
She produced the empty PokeBall from her coat pocket. “I found her on the street just now. She’s okay, but, well, we haven’t figured out how to reverse this.”
With her free hand, she reached for Katelynn’s leafy tendril. If the transformed woman wanted to speak, Violet would act as her translator.
Oh Jack I’m so sorry..I’ve been gone and now this… She lowered her gaze to the floor, feeling embarrassed to have him see her this way.
“Lilligant..” she chirped unhappily, wondering if this meant she would have to be away from him to stay with Violet until they figured it out. Unless Violet wanted to stay with them?
Naturally, Jack stared. It was the best thing anyone in his circumstances could do. His fiancee was a pocket monster. She had been gone two days, something he’d been unhappy about of course, only to have her return to him like this? He took astep back, holding the door open for the two, expression still fairly blank.
“A… all right… I…” he looked down at the pokemon that was his fiance and felt a jolt rush through him. “W-where’s my grandmothers ring?” she didn’t have fingers. While of course he was worried over the fact she’d been turned into this… this thing, the safest place for his mind to grabble onto as if he was clinging to a cliff face was the familiarity of the family ring he’d given Katelynn.
Jack Maple 