Authors Note:
So uhm, it's been a year. Sorry for no uploads from the other stories. But uh, I'm sorta back. I'm keeping this short, but during covid times I've lost motivated and got more lazier. I even have a part-time job because I don't know why. But no matter! I'm trying to motivate myself because I don't want to end my stories.
Also, "Do you get it" and "EGH" Will still be continuing, just chapters aren't finished. Not only that, I'm writing my own novel! I still consider myself as a beginner but I just feel a lot more motivated because of my newfound friends! Anyway the cue!
Ferolcyon does not own pokemon.
Prologue
A pokemon, writing in its journal with a feather while reading its words out, "Ah yes, another Pokemon Mystery Dungeon story. The skies were clear, pokemon talking with each other. Just a regular day in this world." It sighed, "But.. behind the scenes is completely different. It doesn't always have to be with humans, does it? The world doesn't really get into trouble just because of some human all of a sudden."
It cleared its throat, dipping the end of the feather into a container of ink–continuing to write "But does it? Sometimes, the world can just plunge into chaos just because of pokemon. Just because of us. Either way it doesn't matter. If humans didn't exist in the first place we wouldn-" A crash came from the walls, three pokemon showing themselves.
"Can't I just tell my tale in peace!?" Putting the journal down, dropping the feather beside it. Standing up, glaring at the three.
Only one pokemon looked to be wearing clothing about mediocre size? It was hard to see due to the dust being in the way. The pokemon opened up its eyes, having bloodshot red eyes. The pokemon slouched as the dust moved away. The pokemon: A Lycanroc–wearing a crimson overcoat, midnight form, took a step forward.
"Sic' em." The Lycanroc pointed.
Two pokemon emerged behind him: Golduck and Sandslash, dashing straight at the pokemon in front of them. Golduck uses an Aqua tail while the Sandslash uses fury swipes. Both growling like feral pokemon, the pokemon in-front of them swiftly dashed to the side, yelling, "Close combat!" The pokemon moved its hands or paws, hitting some weak points of the wild pokemon
Both of them fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but due to their instincts. Forcing themselves to get up to counter-attack the pokemon. It ducked down, yelling out "
The Lycanroc growled, "Damn it, wild pokemon are so useless." He turned away, going for an escape.
The pokemon looked at the Lycanroc, "HEY! Don't think you're getting off the hook this time!" It shouted, sounding a bit threatening, "First, you damn outlaws break my windows, secondly you break my roof, NOW my walls?!"
The Lycanroc could hear some shuffling or moving around behind him, "Even if you take me out," He turned around, "More wi-"
Exactly when the Lycanroc turned around, he saw that the pokemon in front of him was gone. He turned left and right, then around the room, but feeling something on his shoulder. Lycanroc jumped at the touch, turning his head, seeing red eyes in the dark. Feeling a punch to his face, then his chest fur being gripped. Being tossed up, he then was kicked in the stomach. Lycanroc gasped as he was pushed to the other side of the house, breaking a wall.
"Oh you've-!" The pokemon groaned to itself, facepalming. Mumbling to itself, it grabbed both of the pokemon on the ground, "Strange.. They didn't disappear, but they are wild pokemon right? Suffering from dungeon sickness." It looked at them both, talking to itself.
It tossed the pokemon out with the Lycanroc. Now looking at his walls; being absolutely obliterated. Cursing to itself, it sat back down on its hay-like chair. Grabbing the journal that it dropped, then grabbing the feather. But missing his container of ink, It groaned getting back up. Walking to a nearby wood stump inside the house.
It grabbed its adventurer's bag, putting the journal and feather inside, grabbing a bunch of other items as well into the bag. "Stupid outlaws and their criminal things."
Sighing to itself, walking outside from the broken walls that were opposite of the pokemon it tossed out. Taking its adventurers badge out he looked at it, then back on the road. Tossing it to the side.
Yes I understand that this prologue was small and short, and the majority of the words were me talking to myself and all of that. I'll try to get "Do you get it?" chapter 10 out soon, I don't know about "EGH" but I'll try to fit my spare time into it. Not only that, I'm going to stop doing these author notes. Because y'know, guidelines.
Probably going to re-work prologue too after I upload chapter 1, because I'm not too proud of this. (If you get a notification, sorry! I was making quick issues.)