Salvage: A Pokémon Fanfiction of Change and Rebirth
You lost a lot when you died. Your life, for one, and your name and your family and even your humanity. What you gained was power, and a purpose to turn it towards. You may have died, but Mew hasn’t, not yet. And you’ll do whatever it takes to find her.
Genre: Action, Suspense, Original Trainer, Pokémorph
Characters: OC, Mewtwo, Absol
Rating: M (strong language, dark themes)
"Those people are Cipher," Ekans says with a shudder that rattles the rattle on her tail. "But where we are, I don't know."
"What they want is easy," the gruff pokémon says. "They want to make you like Raticate here. Hey, Raticate!" Something heavy strikes metal, and a second later comes a furious burst of squeaks and chatters, a nonsense stream of aggression and noise.
"What does Cipher want with any pokémon?" Ekans says quietly.
"But I'm not," you say, your throat closing up so you can only barely get the words out. "I'm not a pokémon."
"Of course you're a pokémon," that gruff voice rumbles up from below. "They put you in that cage, didn't they?"
I took longer than I would have liked to with this chapter, given that it was largely written already when I started, but hey. It's done! And it's a fairly pivotal one, sending us off into the final arc of the story. Also probably the darkest chapter of the story, so mind the content warnings.
At this point I think there are only eight to ten chapters left! Getting rough chapter breakdown of the final arc will be one of the things I'm working on alongside Chapter 63. It's much more straightforward than the previous arc, and large chunks of it are prewritten, so I'm feeling good about finally wrapping this beast up soon!