Chapter Two The Secret Origin of the Viral Golem(GORONYA) Plush? A Drab Rock's Revenge

🗿 _The Great Reversible Evolution! A Drab Rock's Triptych of Viral Comedy_

_The Great Reversible Evolution! A Drab Rock's Triptych of Viral Comedy_

**Part Two: The Mad Professor's Epiphany - The Preposterous "Three Evolutions, One Body" Scheme**

**Written by Ori-ko**


1. Waking Hours Are Strictly for Development

"I say... when exactly does that human intend to rest, woof?"

We-Geodude, Graveler, and Golem-huddled together in the dim, drafty corner of the laboratory, trembling quite violently as we stared at the woman in the white coat.

How many dozens of hours had passed since we were dragged into the chambers of this mad scientist, this so-called Pokémon Professor?

The Professor sat before a towering computer monitor, a frighteningly maniacal glint in her eyes as her fingers hammered away at the keyboard with a deafening _clack-clack-clack-CLACK!!!_

The screen was a chaotic swirl of complex three-dimensional models and a truly dizzying array of physics equations.

"Bwahahaha!!! The fabric's elasticity is lacking by exactly zero-point-two millimetres! At this rate, the coefficient of friction will utterly shatter the physical limits when inverting from Geodude to Graveler! The brain juices simply will not cease! To development! An all-nighter of system construction it is!!!"

Indeed, save for the briefest moments of unconsciousness, the Professor did not halt her development for a single second. Forgetting to eat, forgetting even to sip her coffee, she ruthlessly continued to build the god-tier logic required for our "plushification." She looked, in equal measure, like a divinely inspired artisan and a complete and utter lunatic.

2. Retreating to the Poké Ball, Iwa-oh...

"...I say. We seem to have caught the eye of a rather terrifying individual, Iwa-oh "

Geodude clutched his round, rocky head with his stubby little arms, bearing a striking resemblance to a deeply distressed Psyduck.

"Quite right. She's been measuring me with her rulers relentlessly for the past hour, trying to calculate how on earth my four-armed, evolved anatomy can be neatly tucked inside-out. My fur-pardon me, my rocky hide-is completely in tatters, Iwa-oh."

Graveler, too, let his four arms dangle rather lifelessly, the whites of his eyes showing in pure exhaustion.

The Professor's fiery passion was simply too intense, far too heavy a burden to bear. The staunch, unyielding spirits of us Rock-types had, quite frankly, been snapped cleanly in two.

"...It's no use. Fading into obscurity as ignored, drab rocks would have been ten billion times preferable to this, Iwa-oh. Right, chaps. Let's vanish from her line of sight, at once."

As the final evolutionary stage, I-Golem-finally made the executive decision.

The three of us lined up side-by-side, dramatically smacked the buttons of our respective spherical homes rolling on the floor, and let out a rather pitiful cry:

**"We are shutting ourselves in our Poké Balls, Iwa-oh... "**

_Flash!_ Enveloped in brilliant red light, we hastily retreated into the safety of our spherical capsules.

Safe at last. Away from the Professor's utterly mad barrage of measurements. We never wished to step outside again. We would simply enjoy a quiet, secluded life in the dark.

3. The Romance of Physics Permits No Hiding

Alas, the mad scientist would not permit such cowardly retreats into safety mode.

"Mwahahaha!!! Hiding in your little balls is utterly futile! Your anatomical data is already one hundred percent bound to the Wiki within my mind! A mere two-stage reversible plush is far too tepid! I seek the physical romance of a three-stage transformation-Geodude, Graveler, and Golem all stuffed masterfully into a single body!!! ‍️"

_Click, click._ From outside the balls, she forcibly and ruthlessly continued to scan our structural data.

Just as dawn broke, the Professor dozed off for the briefest of moments with a soft _snooze_... only to bolt upright the very next second, bellowing, "I've got it, woof!!!" and resuming her frantic development.

And then, at long last-_creak, stretch, FLIP!_-the divine, miraculous sound of fabric inverting echoed through the deathly silent laboratory.

"It is done... It is finally done!!! Behold, the ultimate crystallization of my brain juices: the prototype for the 'Reversible Three-Stage Evolution Plush'!!!"

With a resounding _snap_ of her scissors and the final whir of her sewing machine, the world-shaking "God-tier Gimmick" uttered its first cry.

However, trapped within that very plush-having our peaceful seclusion forcibly terminated-were our souls, squashed and crammed tightly together in the most impossibly cramped of spaces...

(End of Part Two. To be continued in Part Three: "Going Massively Viral Inside a Packed Commuter Train of a Body, Iwa-oh "...)