AN: Something new hehe, though this is only a prologue so far so I can see what you guys think of this Idea, I do have chapters one and two ready but I am still fleshing them out into a well written story.
Honestly, with no PMD in the human world setting, it sucked, I was thirsty for those fanfics. Especially untransformed humans in PMD, I like that kind of PMD what-ifs and silly tropes
Also, think of the MC to be... Well exhausted, tired, and sick of the world lol, too tired to even summarize everything. Mentally to lazy to even continue too
Anyway, let's see where this will lead us by
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon
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It was exactly four years ago when I was transported to the PMD world—or more accurately, kidnapped by a Gardevoir who "summoned" me to save a kingdom. Let me tell you, while the continents have different names, the locations are generally the same. There are even complex government bodies like kingdoms and empires. Yes, there are guilds, as usual. Apparently, when I arrived, there had been a human before me who saved the world from paralysis, and that was a century ago. So, I assumed the events of Explorers of Sky and other spin-offs had already happened before I got there.
While I don't know much about PMD, I do know the basics. I never played the games since, duh, I was poor back then—living in a wooden house with my parents, with basic furniture and cheap electronics, like an old-style, blocky television. But I did watch videos of the games. I wasn't a big fan, but I enjoyed the stories nonetheless.
Now, let's get to the main points: One, Gardevoir kidnapped me in my sleep and transported me from my world to hers. I still don't know how it worked or if it was even possible in the first place. Second, she tasked me with saving the "Psychisia Kingdom" from an evil Zoroark planning to destroy the kingdom in a bloody conquest. Yeah, pretty much a Disney movie plot. Let me tell you, the kingdom is massive, taking up at least half of the continent, which I assumed to be the Grass Continent. Around forty percent of the kingdom's population are Psychic Pokémon. Third, I was transformed into a Riolu, and later evolved into a Lucario. It was tough, honestly. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows like in fantasy novels where the main characters successfully stop the evil guy without breaking a sweat. Fourth, I actually returned home after decapitating the Zoroark in a huge battle with thousands of casualties. But we won and defeated his minions. All that dungeon crawling and training paid off.
Let me tell you my age during that whole ordeal: I was fourteen—yeah, that young. I endured many injuries that would have ended a human in ten seconds. But thanks to the physics-defying powers of Pokémon, I survived, along with my Aura abilities and the help of Psychic and Fairy-type Pokémon healing me.
A few days before I returned home, we celebrated. Millions of Pokémon celebrated our victory, and I made many friends and allies along the way. It was… fun. But unfortunately, all things must come to an end. I had a home to return to, a family to reunite with.
When those few days passed, it was time. The farewell was emotional, to be brutally honest. They were casting some sort of ritual to send me home, but that didn't surprise me. One thing did, though: the very thing that wasn't supposed to be touched or tampered with—a Time Gear.
Before the ritual's effects fully took hold, they explained that Lord Dialga gave it to them as a token of thanks for the heroes of this continent and granted them the blessing to harness the power of the Time Gear as long as it was used properly and without malicious motives.
And that's it—two years of my life and adventure in the world of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, finished. That was the end of the story.
When I returned home, I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed.
Apparently, I'd been in a coma for two years. My poor parents and family members had set up a funding campaign to keep me alive. I was suddenly hit with severe guilt for putting my family in such a position. As much as they insisted it wasn't my fault, I still felt horrible for leaving them like that. But I tried to move on and heal myself mentally.
Eventually, I was discharged from the hospital, deemed stable enough according to the doctors and nurses who had taken care of me during my comatose state. Everyone cheered at my return, saying it was all thanks to God and their faith in Jesus that their prayers were answered.
Now, you would think that was my happy ending of peace, where there are no more problems.
No.
Ever since I came back, dungeons started appearing in rural and untouched areas of Earth. It alarmed everyone around the world, as space itself seemed to be destabilizing, causing anomalies. And the most worrying part of all: the massive spatial rift on Mt. Everest. A swirl of pink light, almost like a storm, circled around the peak of the mountain.
Religious groups began calling this entire ordeal God's judgment day—a day when our sins disgusted them, prompting the destruction of humanity and perhaps the world itself.
Naturally, they sent expeditions of researchers and renowned scientists to find the cause and put a stop to it, but all ended in disasters and tragedies. Most of the explorers went missing, their bodies never recovered for a proper burial. Attempts with controlled devices like drones failed as well—their electronics fried when they reached 350 meters away from the unstable spatial rift.
So far, all attempts have failed. No worthwhile discoveries have been made in these expeditions.
With the increasing number of dungeons, people began exploring them out of uncontrollable curiosity and a desire for adventure. At first, the dungeons only contained mysterious and normal items like gold, random chests, electronics, and more. There were no hostile entities. But then people started getting lost in the dungeons, dying, and transforming into eldritch horrors—monsters, to be precise.
The number of deaths began to rise, and so did the number of monsters in the dungeons. This led to the formation of the Guilds—a bunch of fantasy and DnD nerds flocked together in excitement, ready for adventure and to slay fantasy creatures in those dungeons.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention: people call them "Unknown Dungeons." Fitting, but a boring name. The dungeons are generally the same as the PMD world, aside from different hostile entities lurking in the shadows.
And here's something unrelated: I'm 100% sure the Guilds were made to try and find something in the dungeons that could stop the spatial madness, or maybe to try to control it somehow.
I'm writing too much and my hands are tired now, but I guess I could write about my personal life so far.
I'm just a regular senior high schooler with a part-time job, a decent salary, and a good enough allowance to keep me afloat in life. Not much of a chatterbox—I don't hate talking, I just prefer silence and focusing academically. Though I'll talk if necessary, or if someone starts a conversation with me.
What about my Aura?
I can still use and perform moves, of course, though their potency is not great. Which makes sense, since I'm no longer a Lucario. Humans don't have the same affinity for magical crap like Aura. The Lucario line is born with an affinity for the essence of life itself, called Aura. I don't want to show my powers because, duh, I don't want to get involved in any crisis whatsoever. I just want to live in peace.
Well, that's it for my introduction to my journal book. A book for myself, my story. That's all—for now.