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I'm glad you like it! I just randomly thought of it, so at least I'm creative SOMETIMES, huh? :)

But yeah, we ignore the user-target swap and are instead swapping two targets. It legit swaps eye color, voice, and consciousness, meaning that you basically switch bodies... and eye color and voice. So just imagine Pika with green eyes and Gladion's voice and personality, and vise versa, which would be pure comedy. So they kinda freak out, get ticked, want each others' bodies back, and get into a bit of trouble, most likely. Pika and Gladion's the only swap so far, but it could also be funny, with, say, one of the heroes and Ghetsis. If you have any ideas for swaps, I'd be happy to hear 'em! :)

Pika looked at the Gym that Kat had come out of. "Hey, were you challenging what's-his-face the Bug dude Gym Leader guy?" "Yeah, actually, I was. But I lost... all I have is the Basic Badge. Wait... do you live around here?" "Nah, I live in Alola." "Alola? Huh. Never been there. I was raised in Motostoke." "Huh? In Autostroke?" Hex asked. "Um... Motostoke." "Never heard of it." "It's in Galar." "Ah, cool! Well, I was raised in Kanto and moved to Alola." "Wow, that's funny! I moved to Nacrene recently!" "So we both come from different Regions and now live in other Regions?! Wow!" N tapped his foot impatently, waiting for their chatter to end. "Eee, everyone comes from everywhere." "So, wait... if you live in Alola, what are you doing here?" "Oh, simple. We're hunting down a loser evil team jerk and someone who we thought was a friend that betrayed us." "Wait, huh?!" N's jaw dropped. "Pika, you just told her about all that?!" "I... wasn't supposed to?" N sighed heavily. "Pika, for heck's sake, you should really learn to calm down and not tell everyone everything, because-" "Because you're lame!" Pika exclaimed, and Hex and Drifty burst into laughter. Kat looked confused. "You're a lame lamehead!" N looked like he was about to explode with rage. "Shut up, already!" "No! I don't wanna!" "Fine, I'll shut you up then!" N yelled, tackling Pika and trying to forcefully close her mouth. Hex and Drifty leaped at him and tried to attack him while Pika flailed and screamed. "What in the...?!" Kat muttered, baffled. N suddenly looked up and went "...Uh..." because there was a crowd of people staring at them in utter shock. Someone pulled out a phone and started making a phone call. "Eee, heh, heh..." "Uh oh." Drifty and Hex muttered nervously. N let Pika go and she started thrashing around like she had lost her mind. "Oh, cut it out!" N snarled. "Do you guys always act like that?!" Kat screamed at them furiously. They flinched at her sudden anger. "No, we act like this!" Hex yelled, and slapped Kat, so a slap fight broke out between them. Pika looked at everyone in turn, then suddenly bit N's arm angrily. "Augh! What in the absolute frick is wrong with you?!" he shrieked, and tried to pull her off, but she had bit down hard and refused to let go. Drifty ran around in circles, crying "Eee!" Then they all stopped dead when a voice yelled "What's going on here?!" They all turned to see Officer Jenny standing there with an Arcanine at her side. "Nothing, nothing at all." Pika said, very muffled due to N's arm being in her mouth. "...Sometimes I wish you were dead." N snarled at Pika. She blinked in response.

Ooh cool glad I got to see it ohh and my phone quit so no clue when I’ll be back I’m borrowing my grandmothers iPad so u know I didn’t die

Prologue part 4
Ethan
I’m a Chooser. I’m 9, with no Grace. But for some reason, I don’t think I should be a Chooser. I should have a Grace. But I don’t. I’m Ethan, by the way. Ethan Hall. I’ve tried everything! Art, math, writing, even sleeping! But nothing. I’m trash at them all. You know what? Tonight, I’m gonna try footracing! See ya!
UPDATE: Nope. I’m garbage at that too.

Oh nynwow she’s perfect , i love how you’re telling the story through multiple viewpoints. This is gonna be a awesome story (excited face)

Choosers
Prologue part 3
Bianca
It’s always “art this”, “painting that”. I wish that for once, I could do something else, just like it was before I started painting. Before my Grace started showing. S’pose I should tell you who I am. Bianca Sadler. That’s my name. My Grace is painting. Therefore, everyone thinks that’s all I ever want to do. NO! I want to play outside sometimes. I want to read sometimes. Heck, I even want to do math sometimes! But no. I only get to paint. Eat, sleep, and paint. Sure, painting’s fun, but I kinda wanna read sometimes. And when I say that, they say “Okay, here’s a book about painting!”. Which is fine and all, but I kinda wanted to read about other things. Like stuff I can read. I’m only 6 people! I can read, but not well! Okay, I’m getting angry. I’m gonna go eat now.

Choosers
Prologue part 2
Carter
I’m Carter. I’m 7. I want to be a mathematician. That’s really all you need to know. There’s 4-year-olds better at math than me though. Take for example, May Bradley. She lives next to my house and well, she can do math better than most adults. At least those who don’t have a math Grace. Lots do. Fact, it’s one of the most common Graces. I’m pretty sure I’m a Chooser. My 8th birthday is in 2 months, and I still don’t have a Grace. There hasn’t been a Chooser mathematician in over a decade. But I want to be one anyway. I’m not supposed to be here, writing this. I’m supposed to be in bed. And I’m kinda tired... So I guess I’ll go to sleep.

I know it’s short, but really, it’s just part 1 of the prologue. Carter gets one too.

Chooser story (title pending)
Prologue
Ariana
I’ve always been told I’m a Fruit Loop in a world of Cheerios, but I think that’s wrong. I think I’m the Cheerio. My name is Ariana White, and I’m a Chooser. What’s a Chooser? Well, that’s hard to explain. How about I tell you what’s NOT a Chooser? Most people have a Grace. A talent. A talent that is almost a superpower. At least, that’s how I see them. Because I don’t have one. If you’re 8, and don’t show any signs of having a Grace, you’re considered a Chooser. Today is my 8th birthday. Other people praise me for it, saying I get to choose what to be when I grow up. I don’t get it. Can’t everyone else choose too? There’s a boy in my neighbourhood called Carter. He’s 7, and still doesn’t have a Grace. I hope he’s a Chooser too. Then I get a friend. He probably is. To compare, my Graced friend, Bianca, is 6 right now, and can create things a lot better than I could if I tried. Carter, though, is just his regular rebellious self. He hates the rules, and following them. I always follow the rules. He’s only gonna be my friend because he’s a Chooser. Anyway, I’d better get to bed. Bye!

What's going on for Ch. 2 of your Mystery Dungeon fanfic, Kit?