Author's note: Gosh, I humbly apologize for my absence. But here it i at last: my second to the last chapter. Unfortunately for me, my last chapter could not count for the nominations. But oh well.
I was listening to one of the OST music of the Binding of Isaac while I make this chapter called Apostate. Overall, most of these chapters have a tune involving The Binding of Isaac. And the paranoia it gives me while I write these further chapters only made me write my final fanfic slowly.
Happy new years to all of you. I hope that none of us will lose a finger from using illegal fireworks like the street people of my country. Please try using alternative ways to celebrate the new year instead of using potentially dangerous fireworks.
Chapter 12: Hallway of Souls
“Glad you get to find out about that human. Time to give you a surprise.” After blending its metallic body behind his audience, he stretches his arms smacking all four of his guests with swift metallic punches all over them. Falling down akin to an overripe fruit from a berry tree, all but the keychain pokemon remains floating above the floor stuttering its words out of the fear he comes to remember.
“S-scs-scssi-sci-sciz—scizor…” getting out of its protective state, she looks eye to eye out of numbness and defeat. “Y-you… killed them here. Bu-but. But it’s too soon for them-”
“Shut up Kisa!” fearing the next bullet punch, her mouth remains as hard as stone unable to speak. “This should have been routine for you already! Why are you trying to defy me, your master?”
Her jingles were once owned by joy. Now, that youthful jingle fears for its life, “It’s … it is…”
“Speak up you stupid kid chain!” its chainsaw like claws strike a threat to Klefki for her to speak up.
“He-he’s the kid that I saw on this school when it was still standing! Motto is that one kid I’ve seen before who greatly feared you bug type pokemon! I just want him not to end up like-” without the need for more words, Scizor comatose Klefki with a blind power up punch to her tiny head until she loses her grip on her keys and lands on Motto’s unconscious body.
As he looks on Motto’s right arm, “Drats. Looks like you wanted to show to the world the other side of me and my cult. You have messed with the wrong person … buddy,” Carrying everyone all by himself, he walks down the stairs heading to another floor below this abandoned building bringing his client to a prison chamber. “But … I think he … should come to us to witness the ritual anyway. I’m glad that you finally overcome your entomophobia. Time for me to seal the deal…”
“Uhhhh… owww. My head felt like … slugged.” The moment I open my eyes, a snivy tail and combee pattern glows hanging on the ceiling. “What … happened?” the way I’m talking now sounds hoarse as if I’m greatly dehydrated.
“Uuuuhhhhhh…mmm…mo…” having insect wings tapping my chest, Cybele oddly ends up lying on her back. But that makes her unable to stand back since her wings aren’t flapping enough motion to fly back up.
“Cybele. Let me get you back up.” Lifting my left arm and hand, I gently lift her back until she sits on my belly properly. Couple flaps from her wings later, she gets up flying up above my head. “Cybele. Where are we now?”
“I … I dunno this place.” She telepathizes her beaten response.
“Oh. You two are awake,” looking to the left as I slowly get up, Vana mends a little pillow cushion made out of her own string to Klefki. Whatever happened to her that is, I cannot tell. “I’m too worried that neither of you two would ever get up.”
“Since when did you wake up?” Cybele looks around her. While she minds her on business, a woven cocoon string lies down scattered on the floor. As I reach on my forehead, my hand touches a silky bandage since it tells me that my leafy companion tended my forehead.
“A couple minutes ago with Klefki. Unlike me, she passed out again out of phobia,” Breathing in and out, seeing her frowning mouth gives my guts a bad feeling that I’m in between a tyranitar and an aggron fighting over a land. “Your forehead was bleeding Motto. I had to treat it quickly before you lost too much blood.” She looks on Cybele this time, “On the other hand, your back and little body is beaten up roughly which nearly made you unable to fly.”
With everything that leads us to this sealed, small red room, I ask myself as to who knocked us out cold. When we ask Vana about Klefki, she tells us that she passed out due to the walls, the floor, and ceiling painted in ‘blood’. Suspicious about the term, I tried to peel a bit of red coating on the wall to see if it’s just modern coated painting. After a couple scratches, I didn’t get any peeling at all. The red substance sticks on the wall. What strengthened the ‘blood’ term is the scent of the air around us. This stench overwhelmed us. “Maybe Klefki is afraid of blood. Being a pokemon owned by a doctor really sucks if you end up seeing this place.”
Just as I’m about to stand up, Vana gives me an envelope containing some kind of letter. But seeing the red stamp holding the seal unease me. Seeing the symbol of my school logo, the symbol above my head, and then the letter, all three are the same, exact thing that forebodes me that makes me regret my decision to come here. Just as I remember about my camera, I look around only to find it not in this room. “Whoever beaten me up must have stolen it.”
Then I open the envelope, pick up the letter, and read its message.
Congratulations for solving the mystery mister Motto Lokomo. It’s been centuries since we had a victim attempt to reveal this cult to the world. Many times my ancestors kept this hidden over many centuries. Right now, our ancient craftsmanship will become the key to the rise of our future. Just before we do so, I invited you and your bug pokemon friends to your last breathing ground. Had you not recorded that show that I gave you, I may have spared you. Alas, you want your friends back, come to us.
Keep walking on the hallway. And see our grand creations.
Swallowing my doubts away, I stand up and open the door. Whatever awaits my fate, for me, I only have one more road to cross.
Like our prison room, everything is painted stench blood red. While Vana carries Klefki in her unconsciousness; Cybele rests on top of my head talking with me through her telepathy. The more she trains my mind with her power, the more my brain starts to tingle with this simple pulse of energy as if I developed a sixth sense overtime.
The hallway feels like squeezing my soul and will for what I’m witnessing with my own eyes. In each of the glass prisons on the left and right are imprisoned bodies. On the left prison rooms, rotting corpses of individual dead bug type pokemon are everywhere. On one panel is the corpse of a moss covered parasect corpse. I figured that none of these pokemon died naturally. But what terrifies us is seeing the illusory soul of the parasect panicking at the back corner of the room. Simply, it’s like a wispy wind that couldn’t get out since the talismans sticking on the side wall behind the glass wall created the same kind of wall that I’ve watched to that unfortunate butterfree. On the right side however is a human corpse left to rot naked with a soul ending up charging at us with fury. Yet it couldn’t get out thanks to those similar mythical papers. Just above it is a post containing its former human name and age.
With the dim golden light hanging on the ceiling, designed with the same snivy tail and combee body, lighting our way, it chills me physically and mentally as if these ghosts are trying to extinguish my soul for such a small hallway. Looking on the next pair of glass prison columns, it is the same process as well. Just with a different pokemon and human. Though what I noticed is that all of the dead pokemon and the souls I’ve seen are fully evolved. Only Scyther is the pre-evolution on these sadistic ritual prisons.
But on the thirteenth column, its sides are empty. No soul lingering around its sealed chamber. But when I look at the posting of the right side, “Motto. I think … this can’t be. Is it me? That girl whom I inhabited? Who … who got killed? I don’t want to remember it!”
When I look inside, that zombie girl ends up imprisoned here pointing her hand above me. Looking at the message written on the post, my mouth just couldn’t talk out from what I see now.
#012: Kelse Landmore
Mega Butterfree Evolution
Friday, 11 / 13
“Let the mega pokemon evolution commence.” It is when this man steps out of the shadows that truly leaves me motionless. With the Scizor that I met, claws stained with a bit of my blood.