Gift story for iMasta
OR
The best things in life are free
By M. Forandret

iMasta was at his apartment, in front of his computer. He was drinking a coke, checking his deviations. It had been a dull day, almost nobody was on, and he was trying to decide what to do.

(ding-dong!)

“Hmmm? Hey, I wonder if that’s my package!” Like a streak of lighting he whooshed down the stairs. He had gotten an eBay account last week, and was able to use it to get something he had wanted for a long time. A foil lugia card, in mint condition. He thought his monitor was buggin out when he saw the buy it now, -$12.00. And the shipping was only $2.00, so he clicked that mouse faster than you could say Sanchez.

(creeeeck) Hello?”

“Yes, I’m looking for a Mister…I. Masta?”

“That’s me.”

“Sign here”

(Scrichaty sscrich scrich)

“Alright, enjoy your package.” Instead of handing him an envelope or even a box, he rolled in a huge crate, and from all the stickers on it had to have been half way around the world.

“Uhhh, are you sure that’s mine, I ordered a trading card!”

“Ya, everyone back at the office was thinking that to, but we double checked, this thing is yours.”

“Well, ok…”

“Have a good one!”

“Ya, you to.”
….


“Ok, on three, 1, 2, 3!” (CRACK!)

iMasta pried the front of the crate off, out of which came a large cardboard box and some hay. He pulled out the box cutter and opened up the box, in which he found another box. He tore through them until he got to an envelope in the very center. Had he taken the time to inspect the boxes, he would have noticed strange markings on the insides, but after all, they were just boxes. Finally, he opened the envelope, and slid out what seemed to be a card, wrapped in paper.

“This person uses more tape than my grandma. What’s with this paper wrap?” There was a spiral in the center of the wrap, with what looked like tiny flames radiating out from it.

“Please, please be the card…” (Rip-BOOOOM!)
….

As soon as the seal was broken, it set to work. iMasta was unconscious from the blast, he didn’t even notice what had started to happen. He started gaining mass, his neck stretched out, and the front of his face formed into a beak. Right then he started to wake up.

“Uhg, what the hell? What the hell just happened? Am I dead?” The area around the blast was a mess. Some furniture was destroyed, and a mirror was knocked down. iMasta looked at it, and was surprised by what he saw, to say the least. He moved a hand up to his beak.

“No way. Am I dreaming?” Feathers grew out quick and swift, and his arms formed into bigger, more powerful wings. Wings that belonged to only one creature.

“Alright, no question now! I’m actually turning into a Lugia!”

As if commanded by his words, rips and cracks sounded as a new tail formed. More feathers grew, keeping pace with the rest of him as he went from a human to lugia size. Spikes grew out from iMasta’s back, tail, and eyes, shredding what was left of his shirt. They were like a lugia’s in every way, but instead of the usual blue, they were red. Finally feathers grew on his belly, covering him completely. These ones were red to. With a few growth spurts and resounding cracks, a lugia stood in that living room. iMasta unclenched his eyes and got to take a look at himself.

“This is actually real. I’m a lugia. Yes!”

He threw his hands up in celebration; accidentally knocking a hole threw the roof.

“Gaa! Well, there goes my security deposit. (But who cares)” he thought “(this is just to cool!)”

The new lugia walked back towards his mirror.

“Why on earth are my feathers red? Wait a sec, I’m not just a lugia, I’m a shiny lugia! This just keeps getting weirder.”

iMasta tried to sit down on his couch, but being a full grown lugia he snapped it in two, blowing around papers and debris.

“Son of a! (Groan) I never noticed how crowded this place was.”

A piece of paper was flying around in his face. He grabbed it, it was a note he hadn’t seen before, with a ten dollar bill clipped to it.
….

Dear iMasta,
By now you’ve probably realized that this is no ordinary pokemon card.
I’ve collected every card ever made, and I’ve been wondering what to do with them.
I’ve decided to use them to put pokemon, real pokemon, on this planet. Your just a step in my plan. I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to were off. But who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it. Pretty soon all different kinds are gonna be popping up, so you’ll have plenty of company. This will make the world a richer place, I’m sure of it, so go out there and live your life the best you can. While you didn’t get the card you want, you cant pin me there, if anything you got what you paid for.

Yours truly,
Nameless eBay guy

P.S. I sent another lugia card to some chick in the same town at the same time as yours, so I’d keep my eyes peeled.
….

iMasta put down the piece of paper.

“If I hadn’t just turned into a lugia I wouldn’t believe it. But I guess this was the path my life was meant to take.”

He closed his eyes and took a moment to take in everything that had just come to pass. Once he opened his eyes, he maneuvered himself over to the balcony and opened the door. He ended up smashing the door frame but at this point he didn’t care. He crouched down and looked up to the sky.

“Alright world, here I come!”

Without a glance back iMasta sprung up, and took flight into the clear blue yonder.