Hey there everyone, it's me and I have another amazing story for you. After much deliberating, I opted to write a story about Pokémon Insurgence, a game that holds a very special place in my heart given that it was the very first fangame I ever played. Sure, it may have its flaws but it's still an amazing experience that I highly recommend that you play. Now the way the story will go is a lot like the usual story, only that the main character has a hidden power that enables them to form a special bond with the otherwise tricky and dangerous to control Delta Pokémon. As for pairings, I plan on having the Female MC pair up with Nora, but that'll be it asides from the canon pairings in game. Keep in mind, I will be following the 'Dark' storyline of the game so if that doesn't interest you then I apologize for it. So, without further ado, let us begin Pokémon Insurgence: The Delta Whisperer!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon Insurgence; it is the property of its creators.
It was another bright and sunny day in the large region of Torren, a region famous around the Pokémon world for being a lot more challenging that the standard Pokémon leagues. Though not as ruthless as the Reborn and Aevium regions, the league challenge required you to go against Gym Leaders who base their teams around specific themes as opposed to standard types, their well-trained Pokémon able to counter their greatest weaknesses. And if that wasn't enough, the region's Elite 4 is said to be so frighteningly powerful that even regional champions would struggle against them in battle. It's because of this frighteningly powerful league that nobody has gotten to the champion in ages, turning them into a mysterious figure whose identity is unknown to the general public.
But it's not all sunshine and rainbows in the land of Torren; dozens of fanatical cults used to run rampant throughout the region, abducting people and performing grisly rituals on them for the sake of summoning the legendary Pokémon they worshiped. These cults held the region in a state of fear, the people too frightened to leave their hometowns in case they wind up on another missing person poster. However, a hero known as the Augur would rise up to destroy these cults, his powerful Pokémon decimating their enemy as if they were a wet paper bag. One by one, these evil cults would fall into ruin, their headquarters trashed and their leaders either getting captured, or fleeing the area, never to be seen again. The dozen or so cults that plagued the region would be reduced to a paltry five, with the Augur making his way to the base of another cult…only to wind up missing.
This had caused the people of Torren to panic; after all if even their great and infallible Augur would fall victim to these cults, then who would be next? To ease the populace's worries, a man by the name of Jaern would host a speech to put the peoples worries at ease, perhaps even give them a new hero to look up to. Jaern was a man of above-average height, with spiky blonde hair that was tied up into a ponytail at the back. His outfit was a cream-colored suit of sorts, decorated with a series of yellow circles that were connected to one another as if they were a chain of sorts. From the way he had neatly groomed himself, it was evident that he took great pride in his appearance. Using his connections to high-ranking officials sympathetic to the Augur and his cause, he was able to establish a rally in Helios City, the Torren region's capital. As he had hoped, a large crowd of people from all over the Torren region had arrived at the rally, hoping that his speech will deliver them some much needed hope.
"Thank you all for coming, great people of Torren." Jaern began, in a calm and collected tone of voice. "We live in dark times, my friends. A grave loss has recently befallen us all; our beloved Augur has fallen. The Augur was a great man; not only was he a trainer of immense power, but his heart burned with the desire to protect his people. He was our hero…and possibly the best leader the Torren Region has ever known."
The crowd grew somber over the start of his speech, a few attendees reduced to tears as a dark look overcame the blonde man.
"As you know, where other regions have evil teams or organizations, our region is instead plagued by Pokémon-worshiping cults. To these cults, religion is more that a belief meant to comfort someone during a dark day; it is a weapon that they'll use to remake the world into whatever twisted abomination caters to their twisted minds. For the sake of us all, the Augur defeated and disbanded a large number of these cults; he was our savior. But one week ago, he went searching for one of the remaining cults…but hasn't returned from his mission. Nobody has seen him since, leading us to believe that he has perished. However, I still believe that he's still alive, and I implore you to do so as well!" He continued, only for a person to raise their arm in the air.
"But what will you plan to do; wait around in the hopes of the Augur coming back?" They inquired, the crowd murmuring to himself as Jaern made a decision rather quickly.
"I will spend my hours searching tirelessly for him. In the meantime, I will accept the prestigious honor of becoming the Augur while he is missing, becoming the Second Augur to carry on the legacy of the First Augur. I will use every last resource at my disposal to find him and destroy these wretched cults! We, the people of Torren, will stand our ground against this blight that plagues our region. We will not let these cultists…these insurgents split apart our families and destroy the place we call home! Long live the Torren Region!" He concluded boldly.
"LONG LIVE THE TORREN REGION!" The crowd cheered at the top of their lungs, devoting all their support to him as Jaern gazed at the devoted crowd, a small smirk forming on his face as he saw that phase one of his great plan was completed rather easily.
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"Ugggh…where am I?" A voice called out to the infinite abyss before her, the void as dark as a world without light. The figure tried walking towards a random direction…only to realize that she wasn't moving at all, as if she was stuck in some sort of twisted nightmare. She tried in vain to wake up from this inescapable dream…but found that she was unable to, the figure shivering in fear as she felt someone, or something watching her from afar.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" A second voice called out from the ether, sounding like that of a much older man than the teenage girl.
"Y-Yes, I can hear you." She replied to the ether, the mysterious voice letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank Arceus. You're not gone just yet." The voice stated. "You've got to listen to me, it'll return any minute now. You need to stay focused and remember all that you can. If you value your memories at all, you'll listen to what I have to say. You do remember your name, right?" It continued, a hint of urgency in his voice as the girl pondered to herself for a quick moment.
"N-Natasha." She answered quickly.
"Ok, ok, that's a great start; at least you can remember your name. Now tell me if the reflection in this mirror matches your appearance, if not then you are able to edit it by adjusting your figure with it." The voice continued; a mirror soon appeared out of nowhere as Natasha took the time to gaze into it and evaluated her appearance. The long purple hair, the shiny blue eyes and her noticeable by modest curves were all as she remembered them. With a nod of confirmation, she pressed a button on the top of the mirror as it soon disappeared back into the ether.
"Thank goodness; if you know who you are then perhaps there is hope after—" The voice began, before the ominous chuckle of a Gengar cut him off, the shadowy specter appearing from the ether and began floating towards Natasha. "I-It's here, you need to wake up this instant! I've sent someone to fend it off and get you out of here; you must wake up now!"
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The slumbering form of Natasha lay still in the dirty bed, locked in a cell alongside the Gengar as it began feasting on her dreams with gusto. A pair of figures cloaked in robes resembling the Pokémon Darkrai were watching her from outside the cell, the loose-fitting robes hiding their features from any who gaze upon them. The first cultist was keeping an eye on the scene before them as they turned to face their comrade, who was busy tinkering away on a computer beside the cell door.
"Alright, the door is locked and Gengar's doing her thing. Soon, Dream Eater will rid the prisoner of her remaining memories. Hopefully, the process won't take too long." The first cultist chimed in as a third figure approached the duo; a woman whose robe was more like a dress whose bottom was formed into a wispy tail of sorts, her long white hair poking out from the white hood over her head. From the way she carried herself, it was clear that she was the one in charge of this cult, and the operation in general. Upon arriving at the cell, she cleared her throat to gain the cultists attention, the duo standing up straight and turned to face their leader.
"And how is our youngest prisoner faring?" She demanded, the second cultists glancing at the computer beside them.
"Well Miss Persephone, the computers states that their memories will be completely erased within the next fifteen or so minutes. Everything is going smoothly, my lady." The cultist reported as a smirk formed on the older woman.
"Excellent. Finally, we'll have fulfilled our end of the bargain. Good work, you two. The ritual is about to start soon, and I assume you'll be attending once this has finished." The now named Persephone inquired.
"Of course, Miss. I would never miss a sacrifice!" The first cultist chimed in, as a question soon formed in their mind. "H-Hey Miss, once the child's memories have been erased, what do we do with them?"
"Kill them; I figured it would've been a bit obvious. I expect you both upstairs very soon." She answered bluntly, walking off in a huff as the two cultists glanced at each other momentarily.
"So why are we even bothering to erase her memories if she's gonna die anyway?" The first cultist asked their comrade.
"Beats me, but I'm glad you didn't ask her why; you know how she hates being questioned. Anyway, we're expected at the ritual and the last thing I want is to be late." The second cultist replied, the duo leaving their station as the Gengar continued to feast on Natasha's memories. However, a mysterious chirp caused the Gengar to cease its attack, the phantom looking side-to-side to locate the source, only for the Mythical Pokémon Mew to appear before it, its appearance terrifying the Gengar as it fled the cell, knocking down the door in the process. Once the coast was clear, the Mew began to gently poke and prod at Natasha, the teenage girl stirring in her sleep before slowly waking up and hopping out of bed, looking down and realizing that she was only wearing a ratty tracksuit that had a few stains and minor tears in it.
"A-Are you…" She began, with Mew giving her a firm nod in return as a small smile formed on her face. "T-Thank you…now let us get out of here, together."
"Mew!" The Mythical Pokémon chirped back, the duo escaping from their cell and made their way through the dark, dirty corridors of the base. Occasionally, Natasha would dive into any unopened cell she found and began searching for anything that could aid her escape or would prove useful in the long run; a couple Potions here, a Paralyze Heal there, all sorts of good stuff. However, there was the occasional door that was locked, a glowing keypad indicating that a fingerprint was required to access whatever lay beyond the door. Realizing that it wouldn't be wise to stand around for too long, the teenage girl continued her way down the corridor until she found the stairs and walked up them, only for her to sigh upon seeing another one of those 'fingerprint-locked' doors.
"Now what am I going to do?" She asked herself, before Mew gently nudged her shoulder, offering her a small note to read. "I chose Mew to help you out of this mess due to its special ability. It is able to use Transform to change its form and disguise itself as something else. However, unlike Ditto, Mew can transform you as well. If you can find some DNA, Mew can disguise you as someone else. You should be able to use this to escape the base. Good luck!" She read to herself, an idea forming in her mind. Glancing towards a flight of stairs leading up, Natasha walked up them in search of some DNA she could use, only to recoil in disgust at the sight before her.
Raised on a pedestal was an altar of sorts, decorated it various runes of an unknown nature. A pair of bronze Darkrai statues flanked the altar and looked so realistic that they could've sprang to life at any moment if they wanted. But the worst part was the dried-up puddles of blood coating the surface of the altar, as if a sacrifice had happened quite a while ago. Cringing slightly to herself, Natasha used her finger to pick up some of the blood and showed it to Mew, who gazed at it briefly before absorbing it with its power and promptly transformed the girl into a Darkrai Cultist.
"Hmmm…" Natasha mused to herself, looking over her new body before glancing back at the dried-up blood. "If I'm disguised as someone who's dead, then I can't get too close to the other cultists, lest they grow suspicious."
"Mew!" The Mythical Pokémon chimed back in agreement, the duo walking back downstairs as they approached the locked door that had halted their process earlier. A newfound confidence within her, Natasha pressed her thumb against the scanner, the device taking its time to scan her appendage before flashing green as the door opened promptly afterwards. Stepping beyond the door, she found herself in a most spacious area, with several tables and chairs littered all over the place, as well as a few puddles of what looked like polluted, if not downright acidic water. Keeping clear of the acidic water, she inadvertently found herself in a room that was littered with various items and other supplies, with Natasha determining it to be the Cult's main storage room. Looking side-to-side to see if the coast was clear, she spent a few minutes scooping up whatever items she could use, be it medicinal supplies, a few miscellaneous items and even a couple trinkets that could net a fair price at the Pokémart. Once she had taken what she could, the teenage girl exited the storage room and saw a second flight of stairs leading up, curiosity flooding her body as she make the quick trek up and saw dozens of cultists watching what appeared to be one of their own getting tied up on a second altar by an older woman.
Like with the first one, it was decorated with various runes and was flanked by a pair of Darkrai statues. A trio of cultists were busy monitoring the ritual via computers much like the one outside her cell; the teenage girl making her way to the front of the crowd as a couple of cultists at the back eyed her up oddly, as if they were a little suspicious of her disguise. Seeing that her cultists were all ready for the show, the older woman made her way to the front of the crowd to begin the ritual.
"I'm glad that you are all here to attend this long-awaited event my fellow cult—" Persephone began, only for the cultist on the altar to begin shaking violently as their bindings were starting to grow loose.
"M-Miss! Please, you can't do this! I don't want to die!" The cultist pleaded, the older woman huffing as she pushed the cultist down on the altar and retied their bindings, ensuring that they won't be able to escape.
"You made an oath to me that you would give up your life for us upon joining. How is this any different?" She coolly retorted, gesturing the trio at the computers to activate the ritual circle, the runes on the altar now glowing a crimson red. "Darkrai, lord of darkness! I call upon you to enter our world! In return, I offer you the soul of this loyal servant to be bound to your world of nightmares forever! Voco virtutem umbrarum dominum!"
The room suddenly grew dark as if all lights had been switched off abruptly, a low growl echoing throughout the room as the cultists awaited its arrival with bated breath. A quick but agonized scream soon broke the silence, with Natasha knowing all too well what it indicated. Soon, the darkness would fade away, with the Pitch-Black Pokémon hovering where the bound cultist once lay, the cultists gazing at it in awe as Persephone knelt before it.
"Darkrai, the lord of nightmares…you are the great balancer of the world. You punish the great and slay the immortal. It has been a year since I last saw you. You remember what occurred then? We accomplished something incredible that day. I thought finally, you had accepted our offer to join us. But you fled soon after, never to be seen again. But now I call upon you again…Darkrai, why will you not join me? I know my sister has seen you time and time again…why do you favor her over me? I beseech you, Darkrai, join me. Join the cult that has worshipped you for so long. With my guidance and your power, the world could be ours." She spoke in reverence, offering Darkrai an opportunity to seize ultimate power. However, the Pitch-Black merely gazed at her in disinterest and soon disappeared from the room, the older woman gazing at where it once stood as a scowl formed on her face. "Well, isn't that just lovely. It's probably gone off to Selene City to see my sister again…what a waste of a cultist."
Walking down the stairs with a huff, two of the cultists monitoring the computers left their stations to offer their condolences, the cult leader staring them down with an annoyed look in her eyes. "M-Miss, please. I'm confident that if we had another try, we could trap Darkrai here! We don't know why it didn't work this time, but if you'll just give us another chance-" One of the cultists requested.
"Get out of the way!" Persephone demanded, sending out her Houndoom and ordered it to use Flamethrower on the duo, the large canine spewing a stream of fire at the cultists. They were soon engulfed by the flames and began screaming in pain as they dropped to the floor to put the fire out, but were too late to do so and soon died from their injuries, the remaining cultists backing off in fear as they cautiously eyed up the charred corpses. "I'm going to check up on the prisoner, and I don't want ANY of you to follow me, got it?!" She demanded, recalling her Pokémon before storming out of the room as the remaining cultists watched her leave. Seeing this as a prime opportunity to escape this place, Natasha quickly made her way downstairs and began searching the lower floors for an exit, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth as she saw what looked like an exit that was flanked by more of those Darkrai statues, only these one were gold-plated.
Making her way beyond the exit, the teenage girl found herself on a small hill deep within what looked like a forest, with Mew transforming her back to her normal form as she had no more use for the cultist disguise. Walking down the hill and onto the soft, grassy terrain, Natasha soon found a small dirt path coming from the south if her sense of direction was correct. Figuring that it could lead her to a small town of sorts, the teenage girl went down the simple path, having completed the first chapter of what will become her greatest adventure so far.
That's it for the first chapter everyone; since Insurgence has less dialogue than Rejuvenation, you can expect the chapters to be a little short than the ones in Rise from the Ashes. All that said, thank you very much for reading, I'll see you all in the next chapter.