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Happy Halloween, everyone! This is going to be a very short, three-part special that I'll be uploading on the 29th, 30th, and 31st of October. Get ready for spooks of the disturbing variety.
This is a bit more experimental than I usually write. Isn't at all the style of story I typically do. I wanted to have a little fun with a journal-style story, inspired in part by Postcards on this forum. I've finally gotten around to writing it!
File 944-1731
Secret Level: 5
The contents within this file are for the eyes of Elite Hearts and top researchers. A redacted version of the report open for public viewing may be seen in File 944-1732.
The following transcription is from a journal that was recovered near the edge of the Chasm of the Void in Southern Kilo. A Mimikyu in distress had given it to investigators while searching for the whereabouts, body, or information of Smeargle Angelo Sr., not to be confused by his surviving son and grandson of the same name and species. Angelo was reported missing on the third moon of Spring of year 943, almost one year prior to this journal being discovered.
Transcription note: "Entry 6" has been numbered twice. The cause is unknown, and the contents are different.
This is a bit more experimental than I usually write. Isn't at all the style of story I typically do. I wanted to have a little fun with a journal-style story, inspired in part by Postcards on this forum. I've finally gotten around to writing it!
This fic will contain allusions to death and things worse than death. There will be implications of gore, but no direct depictions due to its nature as a journal entry. Still, this one teeters on Teen. It's not for the faint of heart.
This story takes place in the same universe as my main story, Hands of Creation. However, knowledge of that world is not required. There are benefits to knowing about HoC and not!
Curse of Void
An adventuring Smeargle wanders the final part of his world, Kilo, and uncovers a strange curse. This is his journal.
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An adventuring Smeargle wanders the final part of his world, Kilo, and uncovers a strange curse. This is his journal.
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File 944-1731
Secret Level: 5
The contents within this file are for the eyes of Elite Hearts and top researchers. A redacted version of the report open for public viewing may be seen in File 944-1732.
UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS SHALL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION OR ARREST
Credentials accepted.
ITEM DESCRIPTION
The following transcription is from a journal that was recovered near the edge of the Chasm of the Void in Southern Kilo. A Mimikyu in distress had given it to investigators while searching for the whereabouts, body, or information of Smeargle Angelo Sr., not to be confused by his surviving son and grandson of the same name and species. Angelo was reported missing on the third moon of Spring of year 943, almost one year prior to this journal being discovered.
BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION
Year 943. Spring, 3rd moon, day 22
Hello, future me! This is Angelo of the past! Or perhaps you’re my son, Angelo Junior. Or my grandson, Angelo Junior II! Well regardless, this is my travel log as I explore the southern, mysterious, uncharted areas of Kilo! I’ve already set foot in all other parts of the world. I encountered the nomadic tribes that wander Nightshade Forest. I’ve gone to the twisted lands of Fae Fae Forest. I’ve explored the ocean’s depths and met their guardian Lugia.
I’ve done all but the south, the most forbidden lands of Kilo. Well, this will be the trip where I can say, “I’ve traveled the world!” Now sit back, Angelo and Angelo, and read and reminisce on my adventures.
Hello, future me! This is Angelo of the past! Or perhaps you’re my son, Angelo Junior. Or my grandson, Angelo Junior II! Well regardless, this is my travel log as I explore the southern, mysterious, uncharted areas of Kilo! I’ve already set foot in all other parts of the world. I encountered the nomadic tribes that wander Nightshade Forest. I’ve gone to the twisted lands of Fae Fae Forest. I’ve explored the ocean’s depths and met their guardian Lugia.
I’ve done all but the south, the most forbidden lands of Kilo. Well, this will be the trip where I can say, “I’ve traveled the world!” Now sit back, Angelo and Angelo, and read and reminisce on my adventures.
Year 943. Spring, 3rd moon, day 24
Walking on foot is the only way to travel. Even as a Smeargle with Mew’s Blessing, I’d consider it cheating to utilize Teleport or Fly or any of those special powers. No! On foot it shall be! And how much it has already paid off. On my way down the unknown paths, where the grass is thinner and lighter, I happened upon a traveling caravan of Southern Pokémon.
After kindly explaining my goal to them, they were friendly enough to provide me with some extra provisions for my travel! I partook in a meal with them, and was drowsy in an instant. Then, they attacked me. Such thrill! Once I dispatched them, I took more of their slumbering stew for the trip. I look forward to being well-rested on these harsh roads.
It seems that the Southern Kingdom is much more dangerous in the remote lands, far different from other parts of the world under the Heart of Hearts’ domain. I understand why it’s considered so thrilling now. I’ll make a note of their species here. One was a Seviper. Seemed to be the grunt of the group, mostly backed up whatever anyone else said. The second was a Watchog, certainly their scout. The third was a Sunflora, though many of their petals were missing. Very rough and grizzled for the land. And their ringleader was a Sneasler. Lanky fellow! I believe I’m ahead of them on the path, so perhaps I will be able to resupply with them in the future.
Walking on foot is the only way to travel. Even as a Smeargle with Mew’s Blessing, I’d consider it cheating to utilize Teleport or Fly or any of those special powers. No! On foot it shall be! And how much it has already paid off. On my way down the unknown paths, where the grass is thinner and lighter, I happened upon a traveling caravan of Southern Pokémon.
After kindly explaining my goal to them, they were friendly enough to provide me with some extra provisions for my travel! I partook in a meal with them, and was drowsy in an instant. Then, they attacked me. Such thrill! Once I dispatched them, I took more of their slumbering stew for the trip. I look forward to being well-rested on these harsh roads.
It seems that the Southern Kingdom is much more dangerous in the remote lands, far different from other parts of the world under the Heart of Hearts’ domain. I understand why it’s considered so thrilling now. I’ll make a note of their species here. One was a Seviper. Seemed to be the grunt of the group, mostly backed up whatever anyone else said. The second was a Watchog, certainly their scout. The third was a Sunflora, though many of their petals were missing. Very rough and grizzled for the land. And their ringleader was a Sneasler. Lanky fellow! I believe I’m ahead of them on the path, so perhaps I will be able to resupply with them in the future.
Year 943. Spring, 3rd moon, day 28
Goodness, I’ve been so caught up in traveling and sleeping with that slumbering stew that I’ve forgotten to fill out the travel log! But I remembered at such an important moment. I’ve found the most forbidden part of the land, perhaps one that even my instincts, my very fur, is telling me, no, no, go away! Flee, at once!
Well, nay, I say! I shall take, ah, only a few steps, actually. In all honesty, witnessing this strange crater is enough. It spans at least a day’s travel walking around, and yet its aura is so evil and sinister that not even grass wishes to grow in its otherwise ashy, fertile-looking soil. Such a strange, bitter taste as well. It wouldn’t be suitable for any kind of stew or spice, not even a basic rub.
Well! It’s time for a short walk. I’ll allow myself a hundred paces of bravery. Time to go where no Pokémon has stepped before!
Goodness, I’ve been so caught up in traveling and sleeping with that slumbering stew that I’ve forgotten to fill out the travel log! But I remembered at such an important moment. I’ve found the most forbidden part of the land, perhaps one that even my instincts, my very fur, is telling me, no, no, go away! Flee, at once!
Well, nay, I say! I shall take, ah, only a few steps, actually. In all honesty, witnessing this strange crater is enough. It spans at least a day’s travel walking around, and yet its aura is so evil and sinister that not even grass wishes to grow in its otherwise ashy, fertile-looking soil. Such a strange, bitter taste as well. It wouldn’t be suitable for any kind of stew or spice, not even a basic rub.
Well! It’s time for a short walk. I’ll allow myself a hundred paces of bravery. Time to go where no Pokémon has stepped before!
This is my handwriting.
Year 943. Summer, 1st moon, day 4
I’ve found my way to a local town to recall the day, but for the life of me I’m unable to recall what happened the moment I stepped into that crater. At least, if this journal is accurate. It appears to be my handwriting, and… I do recall writing it, yes. Reading this journal has the memories all come back to me.
I’m so itchy.
It’s alright. I’ll continue my travels for now, and then I’ll return home later.
I’ve found my way to a local town to recall the day, but for the life of me I’m unable to recall what happened the moment I stepped into that crater. At least, if this journal is accurate. It appears to be my handwriting, and… I do recall writing it, yes. Reading this journal has the memories all come back to me.
I’m so itchy.
It’s alright. I’ll continue my travels for now, and then I’ll return home later.
Year 943. Summer, 1st moon, day 5
It’s another day and the sun is awfully bright. I’ve found my way to a small town east of the mysterious crater and I asked around about it. As of now, I’m in a waiting room for a checkup with a local nurse. Despite my first impressions of this region, the locals are very kind once you are inside of a proper settlement. They lectured me about wandering the roads unprotected and alone, but they do not realize how strong I truly am! With Mew’s Blessing and the teachings of my youth, I am prepared for any possible situation!
Ah, they’re calling me in.
It’s another day and the sun is awfully bright. I’ve found my way to a small town east of the mysterious crater and I asked around about it. As of now, I’m in a waiting room for a checkup with a local nurse. Despite my first impressions of this region, the locals are very kind once you are inside of a proper settlement. They lectured me about wandering the roads unprotected and alone, but they do not realize how strong I truly am! With Mew’s Blessing and the teachings of my youth, I am prepared for any possible situation!
Ah, they’re calling me in.
Transcription note: "Entry 6" has been numbered twice. The cause is unknown, and the contents are different.
Year 943. Summer, 1st moon, day 5, evening.
It’s strange, but I don’t recall how the checkup went. It must have been so very boring that I completely tranced out of it. Could such supernatural boredom be possible? Was I stolen from? No, I appear to have all of my essential belongings. I have my water. I have my rations. And, of course, I have this journal. And my tail has all the writing ink I would ever want. I’m concerned. I didn’t write a single thing down!
As embarrassing as it is, I need to return to ask them if all is well. It would be irresponsible of me to not be careful after that first incident at the crater.
I’d wandered quite far… I’ll sleep for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll navigate back to the settlement.
It’s strange, but I don’t recall how the checkup went. It must have been so very boring that I completely tranced out of it. Could such supernatural boredom be possible? Was I stolen from? No, I appear to have all of my essential belongings. I have my water. I have my rations. And, of course, I have this journal. And my tail has all the writing ink I would ever want. I’m concerned. I didn’t write a single thing down!
As embarrassing as it is, I need to return to ask them if all is well. It would be irresponsible of me to not be careful after that first incident at the crater.
I’d wandered quite far… I’ll sleep for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll navigate back to the settlement.
Year 943. Summer, 1st moon, day 6
Nobody’s here.
Nobody’s here.
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