Same in Heather's. Nothing said 'that shit ain't right' so thoroughly to those deep, primitive parts of the human brain as spastic, uncoordinated movements.

Heather frowned, tensed, and took a step back at the sight of the pixelated Onix. She'd already heard a little over the network about what had happened to everyones' Pokemon-- but it was still weird as hell to see it for real.

"... That's..." She'd been going to say 'That's what happened to the Pokemon?' but somehow it just seemed like a retarded question. It wasn't like Snake probably knew any more than she did.

She took the ball gingerly-- almost a little reluctantly.

"... Seems too weird to be fighting using these... things."

They weren't animals like before anymore. They were just... things.


The Missingno shambled to a halt at the appearance of Solid, tilting its head haltingly to one side.