It's been ages since I've posted on this forum, but I've decided to write a Pokemon fanfic and so I'm going to post it on here to receive feedback (hopefully).
Now, I need to point this out: this fanfic is of the HORROR genre, and as such you may find certain parts of it disturbing or frightening. If you are squeamish or easily scared, then I recommend that you don't read this. RATED 15+ BECAUSE OF GORE, SENSITIVE TOPICS AND POSSIBLE BAD LANGUAGE.
Anyway, here is the prologue. Enjoy!
(From Crimson Fog by Brock Harrison (published 2020); pages 3-4)
I am thankful for many things in my life. Over the years I have had the opportunity to partake in so many different activities that other less fortunate people could only dream of doing. One of these is travelling. As a teenager, I got to visit more places than you could shake a stick at. Each one of these places offered new challenges, new experiences. Back then, I took it all for granted, and just went 'with the flow', as many people say. One more thing that I was perhaps most appreciative for were my friends. I made so many of them, and although I lost contact with many, never to regain it, I keep the memories of those friends with me at all times. They help me through the day. I remind myself that they are perhaps out there living their dreams, just like I am.
Well, the ones who are still alive...
The point I am trying to make here is that no oblivious person could have possibly predicted the events that took place nearly a decade ago. Of course, as you'd expect, there were those people who knew of the town's true nature right from the disaster that supposedly took place there fifty years ago. But they were always people who kept those secrets to themselves and other members of their organisations; those who sought to hide the truth, no matter the cost. To 'protect the public', as they put it. But what those people don't realise is that they may have made one of the biggest mistakes anyone could make.
Anyway, back to the point that I made earlier – you never know; never know what's going to happen next. For me, it all happened too quickly. One moment I was listening to my two friends chattering excitedly about the upcoming events – you know the works; Pokémon battles and contests – and then the next moment the bus was hurling down the hill and everything went black. You just have no idea just how important and dear a friend is until you lose them. Literally.
I have tried so hard to explain to people just what that town is like, and of the horrors it contains. They all believed me, of course, but it's getting the words out of my mouth that's difficult. A part of me wants to hold on to the memory forever, no matter how much it disturbs me so, and another part longs to push it out of my head and cast it away on the winds. But after sitting alone for hours on end and thinking about it endlessly, I have finally found an effective way of describing that place. Allow me to try it on you.
Think of a Pokémon. Any Pokémon at all. In fact, think of your favourite one. Picture it as clearly as you can in your head. Smooth out its features and make the image as realistic as you can. Hold on to the image. Think about why this Pokémon is your favourite. What makes it special? What do you love about it?
Good. Now I want you to do something that you may not like, but trust me, you'll see where I'm going with this. You still got the image of your favourite Pokémon in your head? Keep it there. Now ... I want you to transform that Pokémon into the most horrific, morbid and grotesque creature you can come up with. Be as creative as you like. Remove skin/fur, add an extra limb or two, take out its eyes, deform its shape ... Turn that Pokémon into the product of your own personal nightmare. Make sure that, when you have finished transforming it, the very thought of it makes you weak at the knees and twists your stomach.
Finished? Looks vile, doesn't it? In fact, it's almost unrecognisable. It's no longer the Pokémon you grew so attached to. I know ... I saw countless Pokémon who had been transformed like that. They had gone from loyal, faithful and, dare I say it, cute companions to human beings to everyone's worst nightmare. It still saddens me to this day when I think about them ... What they used to be and what they ended up as...
The reason I am writing this book is not because I am looking for fame or money, but because I want to highlight to you some of the unspeakable horrors that lie out there, in that world you so dearly love. Your home. People only see with their eyes, and what they see is what they believe, right? Well, for the most part...
I will begin by recalling the event that started it all – the bus crash. It's a miracle alone that we even managed to survive that. But let me tell you this: there were times in the events that followed when I wished that we had perished with the rest of them, just so that we didn't have to endure the unspeakable horrors that followed. The crash took place at Sapphire Peak, which sat just above the town in question. That screech and the blood on the window ... I'll never forget it.
The memory is there, encased within my mind like a tumour. I still remember it all as if it happened just yesterday. Allow me to tell you about it while it's fresh in my head...