- Oct 22, 2018
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Content Advisory: This fan fiction is rated T for teen, and contains realistic violence, minor crude language, and character deaths.
Hello reader, p-bugle here. Just thought I would post my foray into the world of PMD fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it, constructive criticism is always welcome.
There can be no greater gift given than a second chance. To be able to rewrite the mistakes of ones past and live a life only envisioned in dreams. For a human-turned-Bagon, thrust into the tropical region of Faire with a Raichu companion at his side, this seems like the making of legends. But what happens when the world discovered isn't so different than the one left behind?
A lone Bagon trudged through a system of tunnels, far beneath the ground of some long forgotten patch of land. Both his body and the brown, wool cape that hung over him where soaking wet, knees sore from being repeatedly caked with mud and washed over with freezing water. More than once his conscious had whispered into his ear to turn back, but he couldn't, not when he was so close.
After what had felt like hours, the endless tunnels before him cleared into a large cavern. Its full range seemed limitless, stretching above and beyond the sphere of light emanating from his small lantern. The darkness should have spanned on forever, but was broken due to several blue beams of light illuminated behind a rocky crevice. The side of the the blue lizard's mouth tilted up into a grin, this had to be it.
As the Bagon maneuvered around the rocky crevice, the few rays of light transformed into an ambient blue glow. It's source was unmistakeable, coming from a shallow pond at the center of the cavern, the light refracting off shallow ripples to illuminate the stalagmite filled cavern ceiling. A further analysis of the pond revealed the true source, a blue gear with arrows jutting out of the inner hexagon. A pity, thought the Bagon, that an item of such importance would be hidden away in a place so insignificant. No matter, if everything went according to plan, this would be the last time he would be getting his feet wet. Everything that he had worked for, the key to his true destiny, lay in that gear, and he wasn't about to let anybody get in his way.
With not a second's hesitation, the Bagon stepped into the pond, continuing until the waterline had risen over his the top of his head and he was able to grab the metallic blue gear to set it into the cloth bag at his hip.
The feeling of fresh air from resurfacing was met with a sharp chill that run down his spine, an oddity given that, unlike the rest of the cavern, the water in this pond had been relatively warm. The Bagon dipped his hand into the water, perplexed to find that it was nearly as cold as ice. No matter, he again thought, a small price to pay for the future he had to guarantee.
A quick yell echoed through the cavern walls. The Bagon jumped up briefly, turning around as his shocked expression morphed into a exasperated sigh. Of course, he thought, it had to be her.
The her in question was a Raichu, sporting tanner fur and a larger ears than the less tropical variants, as well as an oversized tail haphazardly strapped to her back. On her neck lay a necklace containing a small, white bell, above which two blue eyes starred daggers at the Bagon before her. A quick examination revealed that she appeared just as ragged and disheveled as he was, evidenced by the faint brown stain that covered the lower half of her fur, as well as the telltale scratches from crawling through sharp rocks.
"I...I've come to stop you," The Raichu said. stance changing into a defensive posture as brief sparks began to emanate out of her cheeks. "I can't stand by while thousands of innocent Pokémon suffer because of you and...them."
The Bagon only sighed, face moving down to frown at the floor while his arms reached for a metal and steel contraption slung at his hip. He pointed it at the Raichu's body: a horizontal metal band curved to accommodate a piece of sting spanning from end to end, keeping under tension a fletched iron spike held in place by a wooden crevice and trigger. The Raichu grimaced at this action but did not move, ready to take advantage of the period of vulnerability after the Bagon expended his one and only shot.
"And...I can't let you stop me," he replied, eyes scanning for the telltale sparks of her tail that would indicate an incoming thunder bolt.
There they stood, a Raichu and Bagon not even twenty feet from each other, each watching expectantly for the first strike of the underground brawl that would decide the fate of an entire region.
Except...it never came, The Raichu surprised to see that, even in the cold cavern, the Bagon's hand's where shaking more than usual. In the span of a few seconds, his hateful visage shifted from the Raichu before him to the cavern floor, eventually coming to rest on his own scaly blue body as his eyes closed.
The crossbow lowered.
"...This is stupid..." The Bagon whispered. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be."
"What do you mean?" The Raichu asked, eyes still gazing at the crossbow pointed to the floor.
"I...I...uh...are you cold?" The Bagon quickly replied.
The Raichu's face scrunched up into a bewildered gaze, "Not any colder than you—"
"I mean—" The Bagon said with a heavy sigh, "do you want a drink?"
At this, the Raichu paused, voices in her head stuck in a bitter debate. Of course, the logical option would be to launch a thunderbolt at the befuddled lizard while he was in this vulnerable state. It didn't take a genius to see that hesitation in a time as critical as this could have horrendous repercussions. However, something about this was different. She had long since learned to recognize the rapid blinking and awkward hand gestures that would reveal his dishonestly, but the Bagon before her revealed none of these tells. If he really wishes to parley, she thought, then now is the best time to see if there actually is any humanity left within him.
She stepped forward.
"It...it just seemed that you where cold, crawling through all that water and all," The Bagon replied, pouring the steaming brown contents of a silver thermos into a cup.
The Raichu accepted the cup, face starring at the Bagon until he had poured one for himself. An old trick to avoid poisoning, stemming from that one day of the year that he was so insistent that they pull pranks on each other, where she had been offered a bitter concoction of juice diluted with root powder.
She glanced down: grepa berry tea, her favorite...
"Do you want to sit down?" The Bagon asked, already on the ground leaning as comfortably as he could against one of the cavern's rocky walls.
Surprising a tiny part of herself, the Raichu joined him, unable to decide if the silence between them was awkward or contemplative.
"Thank you," The Bagon softly replied, raising his own glass in her direction. "A toast, to...to...to—"
"—to memories," The Raichu finished, half-hoping that the expansive cavern would transform into the cramped apartment they had known so well.
"Yeah...to memories," The Bagon whispered to himself, before clinking his cup to hers, "to what could have been."
The Raichu lifted the glass down to drink, feeling body and soul become warmer as the liquid poured down her throat. She glanced up at the blue lizard next to her to see him giving her a melancholic smile and...she smiled back, if only for an instant.
"I really thought we could have done it," The Bagon said, "explore, save the world, become the stuff of legends, but...the worlds not like a video game." The Bagon glanced up, noticing that from the open corners of his cloth pouch a small beam of blue light went unto the ceiling, forming a blue star against the brown rocks.
"Maybe the world isn't what's at fault," The Raichu replied with a newfound vigor, eyes tracing that same blue light back onto the pouch containing a time gear.
"I...you're right," The Bagon slowly replied, "I can't expect the world to hand me my future on a silver platter, nor can I take the route I always thought I would go. But if there is on thing I learned during my time here, its that you accomplish a lot more in life working with the system than against it."
"What do you mean?" The Raichu asked, having just finished the last sip of her tea.
"...I'm sorry..." Was all the Bagon said, before quickly pulling an object from his belt. A short steel rod, sharpened into a double sided blade on one end, with the other curved around to form a hand guard. In on swift motion, he stabbed the crude blade into the Raichu's knee. She keeled over, clutching her knee as an endless stream of pain invaded her every thought. With her hands occupied, she could only hatefully stare back at the Bagon walking toward the cavern entrance.
"This will probably be the last time we see each other," The Bagon slowly said, a stream of tears beginning to flow down his eyes. "I don't expect you to forgive me, you most certainly shouldn't, but...thanks for the memories." With this, the Bagon turned his back to depart, the only indication of his presence being a couple of blue berries and bandages remorsefully set down upon the cavern entrance.