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Here is a doodle for 12/2024!
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“Don’t bother,” the Team Rocket vendor sneered, revealing a sleek remote control in their hand. “It’s designed to keep you focused.”

You stumbled, trying to scream, but the suit’s grip tightened, silencing you. The lock icon pulsed faintly as a harness began to form over your rubberized chest. Straps and clasps appeared, tightening into a fetishistic of Incineroar’s already exaggerated appearance.

The next wave of transformation was worse. The face of the costume morphed, a drone mask sliding into place over your Pokémon features. The mask’s visor lit up, displaying an eerie glow as a soft hum began to fill your ears.

The sound burrowed into your mind, hypnotic and relentless. “You are loyal to Team Rocket,” the voice repeated, a soothing monotone that erased resistance with each repetition. “Capture trainers. Recruit. Obey.”

You clawed at the mask, but your arms moved sluggishly, the goo binding your actions. The words looped, rewriting the core of who you were. Memories of your old life faded into static. Desperation gave way to serenity, and then—obedience.

When the process was complete, you stood motionless, a gleaming, rubberized version of Incineroar, every feature accentuated for intimidation. The remote clicked, and you snapped into attention.

The Rocket member grinned, walking a circle around you. “Good drone. Ready to begin your mission?”
“Ready,” you replied, your voice distorted, monotone, and compliant.

Your first task was simple: track down other trainers and ensure they joined the ranks. As you stepped out into the night, your latex skin reflecting the dim streetlights, you felt no sorrow, no regret—only the thrill of fulfilling your new purpose.

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