Well, here we are: my first fic having to do with Pokemon. Rated PG-13 for violence, suggestive themes, and language.
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I do not own Pokemon, only this story. Pokemon belongs to Gamefreak, and Pokemon Mystery Dungeon belongs to Chunsoft.
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It was a cool morning, and for once, there was only a drizzle. Route 215 had more rainfall each year than the rest of Sinnoh combined! Nothing could compare; it was a fact.
Ewan had gotten up early today as he wanted to train his one and only Pokémon. He and Muddy would spend hours messing around in Veilstone City. The two would loiter around, look for loot in the now abandoned Team Galactic building, and buy various things from the mall.
The two were to go on an adventure soon, and it had been something they wanted to do for a while now; the only thing in their way was the lack of organization.
The teenager and his Mudkip sneaked through the misty dawn, trying their best to avoid any wild Pokémon. Normally, Staravia would sing in the trees, and on occasion, there would be an Abra sleeping on a rock or tree. It was strange to see nothing at all.
A deep chill lingered with the fog, and the shade the of forest blocked any of the scarce warm air that lingered above the trees. But it was more than the average nip the air would have every day, it was something else. An inexplicable, spine-snapping chill that crept down his skin.
This just doesn’t feel right; the only question is, what is it?
“M-muddy,” he asked, “do you see anything out there?”
“Mud,” Muddy said shaking his head in a nervous fashion.
“Alright, then it’s not me. Kinda weird that we’re the only ones here; not even a Kricketot!”
“Kip!” Muddy said in agreement.
“I mean, just nothing! There’s supposed to be Pokémon around us like always! What the heck is going on?”
They trotted through the woods, hoping to reach Veilstone before six. Almost half an hour later, Ewan noticed that the trip was taking longer than usual. It felt as if they were going in circles, and the fog was thicker than it had been not long ago.
Why is this taking so long, Ewan thought, we don’t live that far away from the city.
“Muddy,” he said looking at his watch, “it’s been like twenty minutes since we left, normally it only takes fifteen at this pace! I mean, our house is on the far eastern side of Route 215. What the hell’s going on?”
“Mudkip,” the Pokémon shrugged.
I swear, if some psychic pokemon decided to make it foggy and teleport us back where we came from for laughs, I’ll beat the thing with my bare hands! Ewan thought.
The twosome walked on and on into the mist, not knowing what might await them.
“Muddy?” he asked, “I’m a little creeped-out.” There was no response.
“Muddy?” Ewan looked around to see that his partner had disappeared out of nowhere.
What the heck’s going on!? Where’s my Pokemon? Where am I? Where did this fog come from? Why did I go this way? the boy thought as he sprinted through the maze of fog. His heart pounding as if it wanted to jump out of his chest and flee.
It was not until he moved further that he looked to his side and ran straight into a rock wall, knocking him to the ground. His head pounded as he lay on the ground, his body feeling worthless as it did its best to get back on his feet.
Upon looking up, Ewan saw a wall that was about his height. It carved into a perfectly outlined square and had weird looking letters with eyes in them surrounding a handprint. It was strange to see such an engraving on a stone cliff about six feet tall. The only thing that was similar was the Hallowed Tower on Route 209, but he had never heard anything about this formation.
“What is this?” Ewan stood up and put his right palm on the mark. The carved letters and the handprint began to glow a cyan color. He attempted to pull his arm back and run away, but his palm was stuck to the stone wall.
“What the hell?” Ewan screamed, more terrified than he had ever been before, only to be unnoticed by whatever lurked in the haze around him.
The wall started to pull him into it, hand first. Struggling, he desperately tried to break free, but the stone was like hot glue on his skin. Ewan continued to try and escape, but it was no use. The stones opened like a gaping jaw, leaving him unconscious once inside. The carving returned to normal, yet the handprint and letters still burned cyan, the only indication anything happened here at all; and even that faded shortly afterward.
So there you have it! Just a little hint as to what's happened. Why? I'm not telling you!
(But $50 can change my mind!)
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