Disclaimer: This fanfic contains blood, death, and minor language.
Chapter 1: The Beginning Part 1.
Darkness fills the entire corridors of emptiness, the voids of silence consuming each and every angle; nothing moves within this quiet wasteland. A mere voice, however, breaks the silence, causing the darkness to deteriorate. The fade resembles one's eyelids; the more they rise, the brighter the view. The darkness fully disappears, a red paw hovering in view. A groan is being followed by rising abnormal breathing and staggering pants.
The owner of the soft voice reveals himself to be a slate, gray fox known as a Zorua, who caresses his red eyelids. He groans a second time, grooming his large red tuft and gray tail. His eyes shift around, head turning and tilting. Where...am I? he thinks to himself, surrounded by dark walls with little to no light, leading him to blink. He gets up and winces, holding his belly and clenching his teeth. Ugh...Why am I in pain? He gazes, the darkness continuing to shroud his view. ...Doesn't look like I can see anything. The fox sighs, hesitating to roam the shallow area. The cold, solid ground nudges against his paws each and every step. His body shivers, the Zorua clittering his teeth and grunting.
Eventually a ton of lights glitter their way into existence, the area shining like a shooting star blasting through the night. Oh? He walks towards the light, getting ever so close to it. He walks, and walks, and walks...Until finally, he reaches the light's location: It's a peephole. The Zorua tilts his head. He lays his paw against it, creaks screeching from the hole. Hmm. He then uses both of his paws and pushes forward. He groans, the hole eventually bursting open as he rolls out of it. He bumps against the wall and yelps, rubbing the top of his head. He soon gasps at his surroundings. "Whoa," he says, the many white walls plastering everywhere. Decaying and heavily aged walls, tables, and chairs lie from one place to the next; one of the tables breaks apart as if it were ants scattering across the floor. The Zorua blinks, moving his head back. Hmm...What a peculiar place.
He looks to his side, yelping at the site. What the? A human corpse lies against the wall as red liquid drips and trails from it. The corpse remains still, its pale skin suiting the deep claw marks on its chest. What happened to him? the Zorua thinks to himself, shaking and trembling.
Next to the corpse is a black collar, leading the fox to tilt his head. "Hmm?" He walks towards the collar, the name 'Ramon' spreading across it. He raises his right brow. Who's Ramon? This guy? The Zorua shakes his head. No...It would be silly for someone like him to wear that. Hmm. He gazes at the red liquid trailing from the human to the crooked door. One thing for sure though. The Zorua shifts. ...at least I know where I exit from.
He wanders around the facility's littered mess: Destroyed properties and disorganized materials run through the corners and pathways, leaving none to escape its destructive nature. His face screams with adrenaline, his eyes shaking in place and his mouth hurling for safety. I-I'm not sure how I got here, or why the place is like this. The lights flicker on and off from the ceiling, sending chills throughout his body. The Zorua soon steps on a liquid substance, his eyes rapidly start blinking. "Hmm?" He looks down and shakes, his body weeping and his eyes rattling.
"H-Huh?" he weeps, lifting his paw up to see the same liquid on it. "More...blood?" He soon looks up, backing away from the site. Blood leeches all over the place, many human corpses lying around the pool of it all. Some are shrouded in the red paint while others droop chips of their skin, caressing the red floor. Wh-What happened here? He turns, a black liquid mixing with the blood nearby and swirling in place. What in the world? The Zorua steps on another liquid behind him, leading him to turn around cautiously. His paws touch the black liquids, a mess developing all over them. He yelps and runs from the liquid, shaking them off.
"Oh crud!" he exclaims, zooming past the entire death wasteland. He soon stops and pants, gazing at the ground and feeling his heart pound faster than a rabbit hopping away from its predator. The fox closes his eyes and breathes in the air, only to open them and cough. Oh gosh, it even smells, too! How come I didn't notice that earlier? He looks behind him, the trail of blood streaming its way to his paws. At least I'm no longer in that area. He exhales, his body shaking less and rising in relief: There's little to no blood in the new area. The area is dark and ominous, with less ceiling lights for guidance. He gazes, being filled with shakes and breakdowns. This area being dark certainly doesn't help, though. He then hears a creaking noise nearby, the sound repeating itself over and over. The Zorua shivers, his body trembling once again. That doesn't help, either!
He takes a deep breath once again, nose scrunching before he shakes his head and exhales. I have to keep going, or I'll never get out of here, he thinks to himself, nodding his head with lower brows. He continues down the path of darkness, looking around with an eyebrow raised and his ears shifting. He bumps into a wall and turns, a door appearing at plain sight: The lights are barely lit. Nevertheless, he approaches the door, putting his paws on it without question. He soon blinks and turns to the side. There lies a paper remaining still and lifeless by the corner, folding itself to hide its deteriorating features. The Zorua tilts his head, raising one of his eyebrows. "Hmm?" He walks to it and moves by the lights. The very words 'Project Transvian' spawns on the paper.
"...Transvian?" he says to himself, proceeding to read it.
"This project will expand a Pokémon's potential by turning them into a deceased group of Pokémon known as Transvians. It'll help any Pokemon regretting their evolutionary decisions, and want to change that."
Expanding a Pokémon's potential by turning them into Transvians...What? The Zorua continues.
"I believe I have found a way to make the impossible possible. By adding magic blood to their circulatory system, it'll give their hearts a chance to adapt and blend the abnormal blood with their natural blood, regardless of the Pokémon being an Intellicate or a Defect."
Magic blood? Intellicate and Defect? What is this person talking about!? The Zorua flickers his ears, letting loose a soft sigh.
"In order for this project to become successful, we'll need to attempt the following-" the rest of the paper is smothered in wet, soggy blood.
Wow...What I just read makes no sense. He groans and closes his eyes, nudging his head against his paws as blood paints it. He then puts his paws on the gray metal door, pushing his body forward and grunting. Please tell me this is the way out. The door creaks open, gradually allowing the Zorua to enter. He sees another dark place, this one being larger than the previous. The ceiling lights are lined up in a row, some providing little spotlights while others don't. Broken windows, tables, and chairs are spread across the area.
Nope. Far from it. The fox breathes in the air once more, gagging at the smell before proceeding. He glances around, lowering his ears as his eyebrows raise in unison. There's a ceiling light hanging back and forth, creaking and shrieking and creaking again. The Zorua's body shivers, deep breaths spawning to comfort it. Stay calm, he tells himself, lowering his eyebrows and nodding. Eventually he comes across a journal lying against a desk, its back facing him. Oh?
He walks to the journal and touches it, flipping it over. The journal, titled 'Dr. Yvonne's Project Entry,' leads him to tilt his head. He opens it to a page that shows an unusual katana. The grip is blue with darker shades surrounding it; the blade itself has a cyan color and plasma look to it while its features contain a variety of electrical surges. Whoa. The Zorua gazes at the mystifying weapon, his mouth agape and remaining still. The title of the weapon is called 'Project Beam Katana.' His eyes widened at such a title. The words 'Status: Success' also appears beneath the title. This looks so cool!
He flips to the next page, another unusual weapon rearing its way into his view. This one takes on the form of two arm cannons that's colored red; both are conjoined to one another, with a mini laser exiting its hole to occupy them. The title of this weapon is 'Project Arm Cannons,' with its status being a success as well. Wow! This looks cool, too! He flips through many more pages of the doctor's outlandish gadgets and experiments, such as a ring enabling someone to improve their memories, and a watch that can transform into a suitcase.
This Dr. Yvonne guy sure makes a lot of interesting stuff. Some of them are even a success, too! The Zorua wags his tail. I wonder where these things are? Hmm. He smiles at each and every page, becoming fascinated by the scientist's numerous creations. It's only when he comes across a page with blood on it that his lips lowered. Oh...Crud.
The words and images become too complex to see. The only words that aren't affected are the title and subtitle: 'Project Transvian. Status: Success. Subject-' the fox blinks at the following word 'Subject,' the blood next to it leaving room for uncertainty. He glances at the bloodstain, groaning to himself and shaking his head.
Hmm...Strange. Not just this: Everything I'm witnessing so far! The magic blood, the Intellicate and Defect, that Transvian project thing, the dead bodies, and this facility in general is just- he lowers his head, sitting down. Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything? D-Do I even know my name? The ceiling light falls down and crashes onto the ground, causing a loud, shattering noise. The Zorua yelps and runs behind the desk, his body trembling and shaking in repetition. He stares into the dark abyss, feeling his heart beat faster than usual, his breathing becoming louder and shakier. Soon he stops his breathing and closes his eyes, breathing in the air again before exhaling. His heart gradually returns to its normal pace, leading his muscles to relax. It's just the lights, Ramon. Calm down. He opens his eyes only to blink in a constant manner, raising his right brow.
Wait, Ramon? Where did I get that name from? The collar I saw earlier? The Zorua looks to the side, lifting his paw to stare at it. Perhaps that's my name? Or probably someone I know who wears that collar, and now I'm calling myself that individual's name for some reason? He sighs heavily. Either way, I'll roll with the name, since it's starting to resonate with me...apparently. Ramon, the now named Zorua, shifts himself before returning to the front, directing his eyes on the bloodstained journal. The many things I saw from this journal look intriguing and amazing, but it doesn't answer my questions, unfortunately.
Then lies a pathway leading up to a small light, the Zorua glaring and gazing at it. Maybe my questions will be answered once I escape from here. He nods and walks towards it, only to stop and turn towards the desk again. Although- he walks back and stares at the journal, picking it up with his mouth. Perhaps showing this journal to someone can help me piece together what's going on. All of the sudden, Ramon spits the journal out and coughs, wiping his tongue with his paws. Gah, the bloodstains! I totally forgot about them! YUCK! He spits some more, his face wincing from the putrid taste. And my bloodstained paws are making it worse! "BLAH!" he shouts, sticking his tongue out. He soon adjusts his head to slowly sink his teeth into the journal, grabbing it by the sides.
He continues on the pathway, the light appearing larger and larger as he gets closer. He ignores the two other pathways beside him, picking up the pace. He pants through the journal, sprinting to the light like he's on a marathon. Soon a door becomes the source of the light, tilting slightly. Wasting no time, the Zorua puts his paws against the door, grunting and pushing.
Come on...Please be the exit. He groans and groans, panting more as he hears the door squeak and screech. He stops for a moment, slowing down his breathing and inhaling. Okay. He exhales and proceeds, using all of his strength and effort to budge the door. Some lights shine through the other side of it, rays of them streaming to the ground behind him. Almost there! He pushes more and more until finally, the door opens enough for him to escape. "Yes!" he muffles loudly, exiting through the doorway.
Ramon gasps at the site, his eyes hopping in joy as he drops the book. The grass and trees spread all across the building, the sun beaming its ray of sunlight at him. Not a single ceiling light nor the darkness appear at the top, only the serene blue sky and the puffy clouds. The wind flies past the Zorua's ears and collides against his face, him feeling nothing but the cool breeze. He closes his eyes, sniffing the air and exhaling in pure relief. The smells of rotten decay have been replaced with the serenity of the natural habitat. The meadow green from the grass, the fragrant riches from the trees, and the overall gracious odor from nature gives his nose a wonderful paradise.
I...I think I escaped. Yes, I'm finally outside! he thinks to himself, sighing in relief. Ah, fresh air at last! Picking up the book, he moves forward only to be stopped by a yellow object. Huh? The object extends itself from left to right, leading the Zorua to trail its direction. It's tied together by cones, a bunch of yellow tape springing from one place to the next. The tapes repeat the same words throughout its travels: 'KEEP OUT.' Odd. He ducks underneath them, walking away as the smooth and gentle texture of the grass smooches his paws. He turns around, his face ranging from calm and content to horror and distress.
The facility is littered with broken windows and structures, bricks spreading from one area to the next as a random pole is stuck at the top. Glasses lying next to the catastrophic bricks while the door itself looks even more crooked than before. Soon a brick falls and collapses on the ground, breaking apart and flying off like a boomerang.
Ramon leaps to the side, the pieces crashing next to him. He stares at the facility's decaying state, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I have no clue on what happened to this building. He opens his eyes. And so far, being outside doesn't help either.
SWOOSH! Hmm? His ears flicker, the sound getting louder and louder. A large spinning bone comes flying towards him. What the!? He jumps out of the way before seeing more of them. There's more!? He dodges the bones, all hitting the ground. After panting nonstop, he's met with a powerful blow to the stomach, lifting off the ground. "Gah!" He drops the journal, seeing a cloaked figure smacking him away with their bone.
Ramon slams into a nearby tree, coughing and wincing. "Ug-Ugh."
He groans, wrapping his forelegs around his stomach. He grits his teeth, a lot of strains surfacing throughout him. Dear goodness, it hurts! he thinks.
"What a coincidence that you've escaped as soon as I arrived," the individual says in a tone that would make even the toughest of bodybuilders explode into terror. The Zorua feels as though his face is shattering into bewilderment and dread.
"What...?" Ramon responds, his voice becoming as raspy as an ill person coughing.
"Now then-" the figure gets into a pose, aiming their bone at the Zorua. "Time to finish what I've started."