This is PMD: Remnants, A Pokémon Mystery Dungeon themed lifegen story! This blog will utilize polls on occasion to help guide the story as the collective reader base influences the will of the "Hero" of this universe!
I, the creator, am Nimda (or Nim for short) I use they/it pronouns and I am an adult! Please keep that in mind when trying to interact with me.
Be warned this is a Horror project so there will be some frightening moments and serious topics discussed, they will be tagged as they appear, but as a general blanket warning there will be;
Blood, Violence, Pokemon Death, Horror, Body Horror, and Glitching
If you wish to know if anything specific will appear feel free to ask.
This post will be edited to include the allegiances, tags and more as they appear so keep an eye out!
So what are Boreas' pronouns exactly? I'm afraid I don't quite get the list.
{ His pronouns are he/him/his/himself, she/her/hers/herself and fae/faem/faes/faemself the latter is basically a fusion of he/him and fae/faer pronouns. Hope that helps! }
[ now that the result it live i can finally say sorry to everyone who voted who didn't like tepig but you voted in my favorite starter so thank youuuu <3
I won't reveal what the others mean right now because they'll be used for something else coming up! You can probably guess what if you've played PMD ;} ]
Your wiggling turns to thrashing as desperation takes hold. In your core you know that things will only go back to that feeling that was once all you knew when you get out. Every new movement of yourself met with the thing from the outside beckoning you more and more it powers your thrashing.
You put your everything into this and just when you feel like these wiggling things attached to you are about to pop away, the blackness does instead…
Well… Not exactly.
It's bounds give away allowing your wiggling things to feel things outside of its reach. The hard capsule of the blackness instead is replaced with something squishy and soft beneath your wiggling things. Meanwhile you however are still trapped inside its seems, spinning every which way to try and figure out how you can seemingly catch up with them.
That is until the thing you sought makes a noise again. You spin towards it and flail those things to try and reach it, brushing past something silkier in texture along the way and it makes that noise again.
"Oh you poor thing," the presence coos to you, "let me help you, darling."
Part of that silken mass brushes under you and it moves upward pushing the blackness away with it.
"There's my little Tepig--"
Unknowingly cutting the presence's lovely sounds off, you turn your head to follow the motion of the feeling rather than the source of what caused it and you see... Something, from what you could make out from it as it shone in the pale light that only barely separates your new world from the blackness, was that it was orange and brown in color, and it started smooth with a rounded point before turning into jagged edges, the inside is hollow, you suppose you were once there filling the now empty space... It almost seems pathetic how underwhelming the true scope of the blackness turned out to be.
Before you can really think about your situation, the presence speaks again;
"Darling, turn this way, don't waste your time with that shabby old thing."
With the same thing the presence used to push off the blackness it gently turns you, bringing you face to face with what you had been looking for. All other thoughts vanish as everything clicks in your mind.
Rippling fur shimmered in the low light, dark fur contrasted with bright markings and eyes that looked down upon you warmly, a flowing tail pushes you closer to a silken belly while a white toed paw slowly retracts back towards where it once sat. All you can do is stare at the radiant thing in front of you, even if you haven't seen yourself you know you look nothing close to how he looks. Yet at the same time you know this is what you've been searching for.
"You picked a strange time to hatch, my dear," seemingly he is unbothered by your silence, as if he expects it, "not that I'm complaining I've been waiting for this day since we found your egg."
You turn to the thing again, and repeat the word egg in your mind that was your egg. You scrunch and make your own noise, not like his, more rough and huffing, before turning back to your new favorite thing with blank adoration and lean against that silken fur.
He makes that noise again, a laugh, short and breathy, you like it. It makes you want to do something similar, but all you can do is make that rough huffing sound.
"Careful now, keep doing that and I might just have to name your cute little self Snorkers," he playfully taps your nose with a paw before bring it back to himself with a wave.
"No, no I could never do that! In fact I've already had your name picked since you first shook in your egg," he sounded proud, voice almost a hum, "you are a very special little Tepig..."
"A gift to us all I'd say, a renewed hope," he continues, thinking you will never remember how his look faltered for a moment, how his gaze traveled to where the pale light came from and grimaced before quickly painting on something more normal.
"My sweet Pandora I hope you are ready, there are a lot of Pokemon that have been just dying to meet you."
Blackness shelters you from all angles binding and blinding. Something strains as you scan the only world you ever knew. You do not know what it is, but you can tell that it is of you, same goes for these squirming things that sprout from you.
You do not remember when you first were aware of the warmth, when you first realized that while restricted you could wiggle those squirming things, that if you wished one to push against the solid Blackness that it would.
Time had little meaning in the blackness. What was since always and what has just occurred were the same and you were satisfied with that...
Until you weren't.
Beyond the blackness, time became relevant when for a sudden moment the warmth was sapped from your world, leaving something biting, sucking, bad in its wake. The absence of the warmth ached sharply throughout everything, stealing your wiggling, stealing all that you knew. Desperately you wanted the warmth, yet you could not follow it, the blackness prevented you, the cold prevented you.
Despite how hopeless it felt in the blackness, eventually the warmth did return, yet it failed to fill you with the satisfaction it once did. However a new sensation comes with this new warmth, something makes the top of you buzz and some of those wiggling things twitch and twist to try and get more of the sensation.
It is a new warmth, a different warmth. Something new.
It beckons to you, spreading though all these wiggling things making them move, making you want to move.
You need to get to it. More than anything, you need to get to it. The burden of a want firmly placed on you who has never wanted anything before, and it is strong. Your first taste of what is known as desire and it taints your love for what you once were satisfied with before.
What was once your companion, the blackness, tries to prevent you from getting to this thing. Wanting you all for itself, wanting to go back to when you were once satisfied with just it alone.
But you can't, you can never go back. Once your senses got a taste of this, you know that it is now what you can't live without, just like the blackness and warmth once was.
The limits of the blackness are caving in on you, crushing you, you feel trapped and stifled instead of sheltered. Beneath the want to reach the new ringing warmth is a sense of urgency, the knowledge you will be crushed should you dare not leave the blackness.
Can we try and guess what Pokemon the options on the poll will lead us to?
Yes I'd love to see everyone's guesses actually! I won't answer/confirm them until the poll is finished and the true introduction is posted, but guesses are always welcomed!
