(This is a Pokémon Fanfiction with ideas and the power system from my Métier Modder and Dutiful Dawn series. This is just for fun and to express my creativity.)
Hello there. My Name is Professor Woodbine. Over 200 years ago, humankind was at the peak of its power. We figured out how to tap into the very power of Infinity Energy, thanks to the efforts of The Devon Corporation. But some fool took it too far and tried to create a device based on The Ultimate Weapon to create the most powerful Pokémon... themselves.
They drained 81% of the life force of all Pokémon worldwide, but their device couldn't take it and destroyed itself. They found him in a crater, muttering nonsense. He didn't become the ultimate Pokémon but lost his mind. My great-great-grandfather once told my grandfather that the last thing he said was "Stellar." In the present day, Pokémon are still rare and usually reserved for those of the upper class or official trainers who battle in Stadiums for the entertainment of the masses.
A shame, I say. There was a time when Pokémon were for everyone, not for one group. But that's not what I am here to talk about...a few days ago, My assistant and I investigated the area of the device that nearly wiped out all Pokémon. We discovered something underground. A massive crystal that glowed many colors. I wanted to examine it with my equipment, but my assistant used the hands-on approach. The crystal shattered into pieces with one touch, and I ducked behind some rocks to avoid being hit by the shards. I saw about 18 shards fly by, and after that, I went over to my assistant, who was OK. I took them back to the lab until they recovered.
Two days later, I could examine them, and they changed. A red marking with the symbol of the Fire Type was in the left eye. The Infinity Energy within them can manifest into various forms based on that type: An Attack Mode, A Status Mode, and the last is an Ability Mode. They were physically more robust, too, comparable to battle-harden Pokemon. They have become the very embodiment of The Fire Type in human form. This was amazing. They told me that a shard hit them, and he felt the power of fire. Maybe those shards were the other types. This means there could be others, other Typers, as I call them.
I spent a few days studying them until one of my funders came by and learned of my discovery. They want to know how to harness this power. I couldn't refuse since they were my most significant contributor. I wished I had some backbone that day. I needed the money so that I could find more Typers. I used data on the development of Beast Balls to create The Type Ball. When my assistant learned what I was doing, they left in disgust, vowing that he would find the others before they could lose their freedom.
They were right. I was also a fool, but before I could destroy my device, my funder returned with thugs to stop me. The goons beat me up and took my research. My funder threw money in my face, "thanking me" for my work as they went out to tell their fellow upper crust about Typers and mass-producing Type Balls to capture them as novelties or, worst, servants. I need to do something before innocent lives will be ruined forever.
Next Time on Pokémon Typers- Ep. 1: My Life as The Embodiment of The Bug Type