12.Plan(1/2)

Andre studied the route and then they set out on the road. They were following the C-23 trail, which would lead them to the main highway. Along the way, Andre had a few ideas that would solve his problems, such as papers, money, and a Pokéball. He would do it when Beatrice went to bed. Or to his pocket is more correct. Surprisingly, she fit in there and found the inside pocket of his trench coat quite comfortable.

Beatrice finally asked, "Why are we going to Santalune City?"

"Why are we going to Santalune City?"

Andre answered right away.

"We'll get what we need there. I'll get you a Pokéball so you won't be embarrassed like you were in the forest with those clowns, and anything else you want."

This city was closest to their current location. Andre didn't know much about this world, but Clement had said they were going to Santelune, so he chose that direction. He realized later that it was the best option.

Beatrice nodded.

"Yes, that's right. What do you mean by 'buy anything I want'?"

She didn't understand.

"Whatever you want, we'll buy it," Andre replied.

"Everything and lots of everything?" She asked excitedly.

"No, buy anything, but not lots. If we take 'lots', we'll have a hard time carrying it."

"Ohhhh..." Beatrice stretched out, acting like she was melting. She stretched out on Andre's shoulder.

The little Pokémon girl was getting bored. She wasn't going to let her giant friend focus. To keep her occupied, he pulled out his phone. Beatrice watched curiously.

Andre pressed a button to turn on the gadget and swiped his finger across the screen. He held out the phone to Beatrice after a few taps.

"Here. Play."

"Whoa! What's this?" - Beatrice closed her eyes.

"Flappy Bird is a video game. You'll understand it soon."

He gave the kid the phone so she wouldn't distract him. Andre knew it wasn't the best thing to do, but sometimes compromises had to be made to achieve his goals. As long as Beatrice was playing, he could think in silence without her asking questions.

He was still thinking about the idiots who had appeared.

He let out a roar like a Vaxsauranian, which attracted those freaks.

He frowned. He didn't know much about this organization. The Team Rocket from the cartoon wasn't the only threat. Team Flare showed there were more dangers than he realized. What were their motives, and would they take over Raichu?

They wouldn't find Raichu again. At least there.

Andre wondered if his roar had gotten anyone else's attention. Maybe there were stronger Pokémon nearby. Epic? Like in the anime, they were incredibly powerful, and could his thunderous cry?

Andre decided. He needed to learn to control his Vaxsauranian form so he wouldn't do rash things. He had to learn to control the power he inherited from this alien.

Thomas thought about why he had done that. Maybe he didn't know how to control his new powers? Or was it a need to release the tension he'd been feeling since he'd found himself in this world?

Maybe. May be...

It's just hard for him. It's hard to be someone who doesn't have a purpose. Now he's going to a place where he can get a new focus.

*Tap*

*Tap*

*Tap*

And then...

*Tap*

" Almost! "

*Tap*

*Tap*

It wasn't the best idea to give the phone to the kid. Well, he'll know.

***

It had been hours of movement and he hadn't even broken a sweat. The enhanced DNA was doing its job.

The columns were gleaming and the cobblestones had been replaced by a forest path that would take them into the city. A short time later, his phone was brought to Beatrice under her angry protests. It needed charging, so he just said no and she got upset.

She held a grudge against him for a while, and then she got bored herself and started talking non-stop, lost in her own thoughts.

She jumped from shoulder to shoulder, jumped down a few times to stretch her legs for jumping, and even tried to persuade him to take Raichu's form or show some other form.

He had to sternly refuse this request so as not to waste time. And she was offended and tired again.

So this is what it is like to have a child.

And so she sat on his shoulder, going from topic to topic in an endless stream of conversation. From all that Beatrice had managed to babble, he learned a great deal about her. Her favorite color was dark orange, an interesting coincidence. Beatrice loved Citrus Berry, those juicy berries had always been a treat for her. She also liked Flappy Bird.

He raised an eyebrow at the latter, but remained silent. Now was not the time to argue with the girl about tastes. She was the one who didn't have time to play other games on his phone.

Beatrice's energy, like that of any living being, was not infinite. Her conversations lost their former intensity, her movements became sluggish, her speech began to suffer from fatigue. But she had the strength for a short sentence:

" I always wanted to know what it was like to have a father.... Big A, what's your dream?"

She went to the inside pocket of his roomy trench coat and mumbled sleepily to herself. Beatrice obviously didn't realize what she had just said. She needed a cozy place to rest now, and a large pocket seemed like the perfect place to crawl in and sleep.

He helped her get comfortable before answering in a soft, calm voice:

"My dream? Heh..." - Before, he would have answered without hesitation, but now things were much more complicated. He was still in the process of finding himself, his purpose. But for little Beatrice, he would tell her what he had dreamed of in his past life.....

"When I was young, my main dream was to become famous enough to perform on stage and please people..."

"О...?" - Pokémon Girl mumbled sleepily, yawning cutely to show that she was already pecking her nose.

"Don't be surprised, Beatrice, despite my looks and height, I was quite successful in this business and too good for my own good," a grin touched his lips as memories of the first shows, funny bloopers and bad takes came to mind.

"But after that, I realized one important thing. I decided to live by the principle that everyone should build a house, plant a tree and ... " his gaze fell on Beatrice curled up in his pocket, her top peeking out, and he could clearly see that she had fallen asleep, "... and father a child.

His palm involuntarily rested on the bulge of his pocket where Beatrice was curled up. She might not have been his own daughter, but he treated her like his own child. Too bad he didn't do any of the things he normally did in this world.... Maybe he would be lucky in this one...

He was silent for a long moment, listening to Beatrice's measured breathing. The girl slept soundly, nothing disturbed her sleep. He put his arm gently around her bag, as if cradling a child, and continued down the night trail.

***

"It will be better here. "

It had been about an hour since Beatrice had fallen asleep. He looked around carefully and found a secluded, well-protected spot to camp. Carefully, trying not to disturb his young companion's sleep, he took off his trench coat and gently moved the girl to a warmer, softer spot. He left his cell phone beside her; it would come in handy.

And then he straightened to his full height, feeling once again the infinite energy of transformation flowing from within. It was time to put his plan into action, but first he needed a very special alien of a race called Splixson.

Without another second of hesitation, he raised his left hand and pressed the dial, mentally setting the command for the transformation. A familiar wave of energy flowed through his body, altering his cellular structure and modeling a new form.

Another creature stood in Andre's place.

Suplixon is about five feet tall. It has white skin, a black and white head and face, black shoulders, large hands with four digits, and feet that are stumps. The Suplixon race also has three fin-like growths on its head and jewel-like extended sensory nodes on its arms and waist.

The ability of this race was duplication.

And that's what he gonna abuse.

"Whoa. " he clenched his claws, his voice a little higher than usual.

But it's better to act quickly and not waste any time. Only... How should he use his new power? Should he just think about it or press something on his alien body?

Or... he seems to have figured it out.

*poof*

Where one Andre had just stood, there were now two full clones of him.

"Fuckin... - began the first in Splixon's voice.

"...hell." - The second finished, eyeing the first clone curiously.

The two shorts looked around amicably, getting used to their new bodies and abilities. Surprisingly, all their senses seemed to be sharpened, and their thoughts became clearer and sharper.

" We can finally swear... " said the first.

"The children are not here. And Beatrice is asleep. " said the second.

"We know the plan..." the first Splixon said contentedly.

"...and we'd better start implementing it," the second clone agreed.

The second clone caught the effect again and

* Poof*

The third clone was beside him. The third said nothing, and neither did the first two. They nodded to each other and put their paws on the dials. They hoped it would work.

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(A/N) Check the comments, Splixson is the name of Ditto.

And guess what aliens will he use, and what he gonna do.

And sorry for the mistakes, bit tired :(