It had taken Morgan a pretty long time to dress her character up how she wanted, lending the design to be inspired by her friend Lucy's macabre love of everything dark and occult. It wasn't exactly "her" persay, but she wasn't going to make herself with a character creator this expansive. So she began her redesign of this strange little game. Her goal was to create a simplistic looking character and get the ball rolling on the game before she had to go to bed, but Morgan had wound up spending an hour just mucking around with things until she decided on the perfect look. And so on, once she finished, a prompt for a name appeared. She knew just what name would fit, typing in "▋▋▋▋▋▋▋ ▋▋ ▋▋▋" before a blank prompt came up, apologizing for an error. After an audible groan, she deleted one character and resubmitted the name before the game had accepted it and transported her away...

Somewhere else...

Morgan blinked and found herself in a quaint, messy little laboratory. Beakers filled with an ichor-like substance bubbling inside sat on top of the counter top while she took sparse steps forward to absorb everything presenting itself in front of her. The tip of her foot smacked into a nearby wastebasket. Items shuffled around until a used sauce tub had fallen out of whatever styrofoam box it had been lodged inside of. Clearly whoever used this place didn't exactly do much home cooking.

"Where the hell am I?" Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes at the strange builds with used piping and other various constructs lying around. The entire area had an odd feeling of recycling used parts that nobody had any used for. But what exactly was she doing here? The answer came in the form of a silhouette sitting on top of a desk just to Morgan's left. A shadowy woman digging around for something or other.

Morgan slowly walked closer until the other woman had found whatever it was they had been searching for and turning back to face her. Stoic eyes gazed along the mysterious woman's form while she took all of it in. The darkness conformed at her body, cloaking it in a blanket of shadow. Not a single observable detail could be seen of her like this, aside from a monocle resting in front of two violet orbs which gazed into Morgan's very being. The goth tensed up but found herself loving such a look. How formless it must have been to feel that way, Her lips cracked into a smile, though her natural resting bitch face tended to prove otherwise.

"Dr. Bunya." Morgan nodded, crossing her arms together while shaking her head. "No, no. Don't worry about it. In fact, I like it better this way." The woman said, referring to the shadowy little appearance that she had taken. The backstory as for why must have been interesting, but they went straight onto business. The player's eyes briefly went to the numerous pokeballs in the glass case behind the professor. Would she be selecting one from from the woman's collection then? Morgan would have asked until the mention of a quiz came up.

Great, more waiting until she could start fighting people.

One scoff, later, she answered, "Fire away, Doctor."

Morgan looked at the chair behind her. Much to her surprise, this didn't look to be as "scrappy" as the rest had. The gothic woman lowered herself down onto the waiting chair and exhaled upon the full weight of her body hitting the back of the recliner. For as vivid as the VR game had advertised itself as, she hadn't been expecting this level of detail. Bare thumbs glided across the fabric of the furniture piece before looking up just in time for the doctor to ask her three questions. They were brief, questions that would need a little while to explain, rather than simple answers to blitz through all of them, one by one. It wasn't anything too rigorous but there would be some kind of curiosity as to what the result of this would be.

To begin, she leaned forward, resting her chin on top of a balled knuckled. "Fatal weaknesses, huh?" Her pinky fell onto her black lips in thought while rolling her head. "I've been told I'm not entirely the best with interpersonal skills. Not that I need any, considering what I have planned for this game. I'm not a people person."

"Second, what Pokemon I don't ever want to become. Pretty easy. I'd hate to be turned into a Cleffa." she answered next, leaning back as pale fingers combed through her black locks in thought. Some hesitation was present compared to the other answers, but after a few seconds of thinking it over, Morgan relented. "Anything cute, really. I don't do cute. I'm scary, something to be feared." A pang of fear seeped into her mind. Could the doctor know when she was lying? She loved the small and cute Pokemon, but had appearances to keep up. You couldn't exactly be some type of hardcore person and go about using those low level runts. Maybe she'd be a Joltik one day, or maybe something cuter like a Mismagius!

"Lastly, if I could go anywhere in time and space, I'd want want to go back in time to see how everything began. The Big Bang, how things just happened one day. I hated science and was always pretty bad at it, but it's still something that I think everybody wonders from time to time. It makes you reflect on your life a bit harder than other ways."

That pen of the doctor's moved across the paper at a mile a minute. It was entirely possible she could have just been making random statements about the state of the room around her and Morgan wouldn't have even known. So once her answers were given, there was a chance for her to make whatever final preparations that she may need. She set the clipboard down and dug around in a filing cabinet behind her. Morgan's eyes went to the paper she was writing on and finding some macabre humor in a rather irate Cleffa running from an explosion. Quite the sense of humor this intellectual had.

From the cabinet, a pokeball was thrown her way. It struck the top of Morgan's head and bounced off it on a collision course with the edge of the desk. A pale hand cupped itself to catch the ball just before it could hit the desk. The name on the front surprised the woman, reading the name of the pokemon. "Fennekin. Alright, let's see what you can do." She accepted the Pokeball as the tutorial quest notifier had shown that she had completed the quest assigned to her. Morgan pocketed the pokemon and waved to the creepy professor a single time. "Have fun with whatever you're doing, Dr. Frankenstein. Don't blow yourself up." On that note, the woman left out of the door to begin to journey into the game...