Ripples of Consequence
Oho~! 'Bout time I finally started this. As you people can see, this is a brand new fanfic completely produced in the deep, dark bowels of my mind!
...Well, they're not that deep or dark. Kinda bouncy though!
Back to the topic at hand, this is a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fic. No, it's not another rehash of the Explorers series. It is one hundred percent made up by me! The region, town, even the chocolate! Which you guys will metaphorically get if you review this...but enough of my inane rant, here's the story! Lawyer! Do the disclaimer!
L: ArchShadow doesn't own Pokemon. If he did, the manga would be the anime, and the current anime would never have existed.
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Chapter Zero: Prologue
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock
Funny thing about time: You can watch it go by, but you can never hope to grasp it. T'is why we humans always make our decisions with haste; we'll never know if we'll be able to choose again. But one of the things we don't think about in our haste are the consequences. Yet we'll gladly accept them when the time comes to meet them.
I've always wondered why that is.
Why do we accept them so readily. Is it because we were happy with the choice we made that lead to them? Or is it simply because we have no other choice but to accept them? I honestly don't know...
But then again, I'm not entirely human anymore either.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Damn that clock. It's all I've been able to hear ever since they threw me in this stupid cell. Well, that and the mutterings of that insufferable hariyama they assigned to keep watch over me. If only I didn't have these chains bound to my arms...
"Hey! Quit rattling those chains!"
I couldn't stop the annoyed sigh that passed my lips. Damn...that's only going to piss off muscle head even more... I grinned my best cheshire grin when the big lug turned around to glare at me, not that he could see it in the darkness. Eh, it's what I was aiming for anyway.
He harumphed as he leaned against the stone wall of the dungeon. Even though it was the dead of night, I could see the mocking grin plastered on his face. Just one of the benefits of being half-zoroark, I suppose.
He laughed a belly like laugh. "I don't know what you did, but it must of really pissed off Lady Viri."
I shook my head and laughed, a melancholic sound instead of the usual happy tone it used to possess. "You have no idea..." I stood up, using the limited movement of my arms to brush the grime off my pant legs. "You though...I haven't seen you around the Citadel. Who are you?"
A shit eating grin lit up his face as he stood up straight, pointing a thumb to his chest. "I'm Oro of the Hitmon Brothers Mercenary Guild. Your guild mistress hired us to keep guard over you. Said something about how you have too close of bonds with the pokemon here..."
"You're damn right I do!" I couldn't stop the break in my voice. To think that it all had to end up like this...it hurt to think about it.
He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I already had to toss away those two mice that showed up. Not to mention those other rookies..."
My heart stung as my face fell, my red and black tresses shading my eyes in the darkness. Lawrence...Agitha...I'm sorry...
"There was also one particularly feisty lucario that tried to get in. Crazy bitch nearly took my head off."
My lips twitched into a grin as I felt the first tears leave their home. Even you...Lucy...
The clouds surrounding the moon lifted, letting the first rays of moonlight shine through the barred window. I could finally see with light on how grim my surroundings actually were. The brick walls were damp, moss and lichen of sorts growing inbetween the creases. The iron bars that separated me from the rest of the world really couldn't even be considered iron, what with all the wear and tear that seemed to have afflicted them. Then my gaze finally rested on the sumo of a pokemon. And judging by the shocked stare he was giving me, it turns out that he didn't know what he was guarding in the the first place.
"W-what in Arceus' name are you?"
I sat back down, sighing as I rubbed around the iron cuffs on my wrist before smoothing the fabric of my sleeveless buttondown. "How about I start at the beginning. How it all went to hell...and how it all got better."
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Short prologue is short, I know. It'll just be easier to start the actual story this way.
So yeah, I finally got around to posting this. I've noticed a lot of PMD fics but not really any original stuff, so I hope you guys will stick with me! Updates will be a tad erratic though...
Anyway, tell me if you're even the slightest bit interested so far! Or if I should bury my laptop and chop off my fingers. It's you all's call. But to do that, you must first review, which I hope you'll do.
After this though, check out deadaleta's La Noir Dans Lumiere. She needs more readers for her awesomeness!
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