Actually, what would an Alternamorphs set at book 50 have looked like? You, reader, regardless of how able-bodied or not you are in real life, are now playing as a disabled teenager who gets the ability to transform into animals to fight a decreasingly secret war.
Like, given the era it probably almost certainly would be one of those "ages like milk" takes on being disabled, but it could at least be an interesting take.
(and maybe if there was a "play as an Auximorph" book then 53 wouldn't have been so willing to tpk the group)
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My name is Yuri. At least, that's what I'm going to tell you my name is. It's a little too dangerous to give you my real, legal name. Actually, more than a little. It's very dangerous. Deadly dangerous. And I'm not going to give you a last name at all. You'll just have to assume that I have one.
Of course, according to my schoolmates, I don't have a real name either. Everyone at school just calls me "Space Case". They call me worse things, too, but I'm not going to dignify any of those with being put to record.
See, I'm what you might consider the "weird kid". I don't care for cliques and stereotypes and "fitting in". I wear what I like, do what I like, say what I think, and anyone who doesn't like that, I don't give the time of day to.
A lot of people don't like me. So I don't have a lot of friends. Or, really, any friends. But I tell myself that that's okay. I don't want to hang out with jerks anyway. I much prefer my own company.
Which is how I came to be where I was that Friday night.
Across the road and a little up the street from the mall, where most kids my age hang out on a Friday, is this abandoned construction site. It's been like that for as long as I can remember; half-finished buildings, pylons left to rust, hell, literal earthmovers and cranes just left there. Sometimes I wonder why. Like, I get construction halting if the people paying ran out of money, but... surely leaving the machines there would be even more expensive, right? Or did the construction company leave them behind for some reason? Like as their personal dumping ground? And got away with it, because that's surely illegal?
You know, the kind of questions no one other than me cares about.
Most kids think the place is creepy. Probably because their parents tell them it's creepy. Like it's full of crazy ax-murderers and the ghosts of their victims. Firstly, the "ax-murderers" are a bunch of homeless guys, who'll only hurt people trying to hurt them. I even know a few of them by name. Secondly, if "creepy" means "quiet, secluded, and a story hidden in the earth", it is guaranteed to be my favorite place in town.
Thirdly, it makes for a kick-ass bike track, once you know your way around.
It was kinda late. I was supposed to be heading home at least twenty minutes ago. I'd lost track of time, yet again, but I was in the zone, in my own world, focused on nothing but the wheels spinning under my bike and the story in my head that I was out of this town, up in the mountains, blazing a trail and going wherever the mood took me. But, at least until I'm older, the mountain bike clubs are "too dangerous" and I have to be home in the suburbs by the time it's fully dark.
When I stopped my bike long enough to actually consider not risking my mom's ire, I could hear voices, which jolted my heart a bit. If it was just the homeless guys, I knew they wouldn't rat me out, but if it was the cops or somebody else who could get me in trouble...
Turns out it was neither, as the voices were much too young. I'm not the only kid who risks sneaking into the construction site; in fact, it's a semi-popular, if not entirely legal, shortcut to the suburbs on that part of town. Granted, I didn't want to be spotted by a bunch of bullies either. So I hid my bike behind a half-finished retaining wall and myself inside one of the buildings where I could blend in with the darkness. And then, because I hate not seeing what's coming and totally not because curiosity killed the cat, I peeked out the window.
There were five of them, kids I recognized but couldn't say I really knew. Jake sat two rows ahead of me in English class, and played basketball like his older brother, Tom. Marco sat to my right in Science, a class I'd be good at if he wasn't distracting me all the time. Cassie and Rachel I was pretty sure were in my History class. And Tobias was another quiet, weird kid I'd get along with if the one class project we'd had together didn't result in us both getting metaphorically ripped apart by the "in-crowd" and now we didn't speak to each other. But, y'know. In another, less crappy life, maybe, we could have been friends.
Tobias was tailing behind the others a little bit, gaze raised to the sky as what little remained of the sunlight gave way to the stars. But whatever he was thinking about, I saw the moment he stopped. The moment he froze in place, his eyes sharply widened, and he pointed at something in the sky. Jake followed his gaze, then the others. I tried to, but my view was covered by the roof of the building I was in.
I hadn't quite turned back by the time Cassie shouted, "It's a flying saucer!"
Okay, now I HAD to see what was out there. Because I hate not seeing what's coming. And totally not because curiosity killed the cat.
Have you ever aritten any Alternamorphs? It would be interesting to see one of those that isn't terrible.
I do not have the technical skills necessary to program what would (I think) basically be a text-based adventure game. Does anyone else feel up to taking a crack at this?
Was just chilling on the Animorphs subreddit. Someone posted their Alternamirohs 1 and yeah, I think we all agree they are sub par but as a kid were fun to experience.
I didnt know Alternamorphs 2 was rare tho??? I got it cause Tobi was on the front... ♡
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Thing is, in the last month or so I have been having some Animorphs thoughts. Mostly on the Alternamorphs book protags (basiclly ‘the reader’ who I’ve nicknamed Six for the first one and David, as in this is literally just fucking David from the trilogy)
Mostly on like, au if Six and David were there when Elfangor died but neither Six nor David want shit to do with the Animorphs and just team up and do shit on their own.
Like from their narration, Six doesn’t seem have friends/interact much with their peers. And going by Marco’s alien comment towards them, I’m gonna assume they’re one of those ‘weird’ kids. And David we know has to move a lot and is the perpetual new kid, so make sense that he’s not here to make friends/not looking to join established groups. I could see them both ending up on the table in the cafeteria where all the loner kids end up and getting to know each other that way.
Was also thinking about my Chee offshoot robot aliens (named The Sha after the Set animal) who said ‘Hey, our masters are dead we could reprogram ourselves/make descendants of ourselves who are actually free’. And like having one of them helping out the Alternamorphs team.
Also, it would be wild if like they gave the morphing cube to like a different kind of technologically advanced aliens and they whent, ‘Oh... yeah... this is definitely Andalite handiwork. Give us a week and we’ll make it not shit.’
Of course I’d choose some freed hork-bajir and humans to round out the core team. Maybe multiple loosely connected sets of freedom fighters, with certain people not knowing each others identities to minimize how much intel the enemy can get if they do manage to capture someone.
