Mar 18, 2023
Hey Pokelec! Guess what? It's the Sona Guild's 1 year anniversary! We've officially been here for a year now!
Oh damn, it's been that long, huh? Nice!
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Hey Pokelec! Guess what? It's the Sona Guild's 1 year anniversary! We've officially been here for a year now!
Oh damn, it's been that long, huh? Nice!
A Jokester Gone Mad
(A Sona guild story)
Chapter 1: Maddening Silence
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Yesterday was a normal day. Nothing odd happened. No horrible accidents. No rescue missions, none that went badly anyway.
Everything was peaceful.
Zabin had been wasting away in his car like usual, no one really came to get cans anymore. Not even the smoke bombs... but that was fine. No one really ever went to him for that stuff anyway, it was usually just repairs which didn't happen often. At least none that his assistance was needed for...
*Silence*
His only companion most of the time. Except when he was to mess with people, he was a prankster of a Cyndaquil after all! Sometimes he'd check people's locks, give them a friendly reminder of how dangerous it is not to lock them if they weren't. Wild pokémon did sometimes wander in every now and then at night. They DID live in a mystery dungeon after all. And besides, who's gonna get mad for getting an extra mustache and monocle when they wake up? A lot of pokémon actually. He'd gotten into a lot of trouble once too!
That trouble was only minor, nothing compared to the whole creation of the blast seed nutcracker debacle. He'd never live down the time he actually MADE something to do with blast seeds. The Blasty Birdy, a can filled to the brim with blast seeds, had blown out an area outside that had become a lake by now! He didn't like the idea of how a projectile might harm someone like that as well... it was a mistake he wouldn't repeat.
*Silence*
No one was coming still. He doubted anyone would. So he decided no one would come to marker on his face anytime soon as retribution for what he'd done. And so, he decided he'd take a biiiiit of a nap, wake up when he had to leave or something.
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A slight jostle awoke him. Wait, that wasn't a jostle! He was moving!
"What on EARTH?" Zabin exclaimed as he rose, feeling the ground beneath him moving up and down.
He looked out one of the windows, having to go on his tippy toes to see over. He was moving. FAST.
"HEEEEEEELP!" Zabin cried out, but no one could hear him.
He ran to the door. It was, ironically, locked. Being a maker of locks, you'd think this wouldn't be a problem. But Zabin soon came to realize, whether by some bad luck of it getting stuck, or some old tech in the car reawakening, that door was not opening for anyone. He raced to the opposite door only to find the same story. He was trapped here. Racing deeper into the mystery dungeon. Alone.
All he could hear was the silence, as the car rushed deeper and deeper. Had someone locked him in here and pushed his subway car? Would someone go that far to get rid of him? Was he really seen as that villainous? Which joke was too far? Which prank warranted this as repercussions? Did Arceus get fed up with him?
"No, no, no!" He thought, "This has to be a mistake! This can't have been someone else's doing! No one's that cruel!"
Perhaps he just had bad luck, but his fate was sealed now. The lights outside had gone dark, he was no longer in the safety of the guild.
"Will they come looking for me?" Zabin wondered out loud, "Would they care about me enough to? Am I really that important?" He didn't believe he was. "They wouldn't forget about me... Would they? ...would they?"
No one really cared about him enough... He was just the one who annoyed everyone... And then there was that silence. That horrible silence! He could still hear it over the roaring of the wheels rolling down the tracks.
No one cared. No one would find him. He would be left alone here.
"No! I need to stay positive!" Zabin told himself, not believing a word he said.
He could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He could feel the train car's speed intensifying.
Only his car still showed light out into the abyss outside. He wasn't getting saved. He really wasn't going to get saved.
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Had it been days? Months? A year? Zabin didn't know.
He was still going down the tracks.
He had been running through ideas of escape in his head. Punch his way out: had nothing strong enough. Use his secret blast seeds stash: definitely not. Create a deadly weapon: he'd never forgive himself, the blast seed nutcracker was too much already.
He wasn't getting out. He knew it, and he bet every creature out in the dungeon knew it. Even if they could only see the blur of the light filled train car whizzing by.
He wondered why he hadn't gotten hungry or thirsty during his highway to doom... perhaps it had something to do with the dungeon? Maybe he was just finally losing it and had lost the ability to recall if he was deprived of the essentials. He didn't know, nor did he care to theorize further.
He only had one question. When will this ride end?
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Zabin was certain that time was fluctuating now. It had to be! There was no way he could still be moving this fast, momentum doesn't just keep picking up when you're level with the ground. His equilibrium let him know that his Cyndaquil body was indeed still upright, so how was the train car still going?
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Laughter echoed through the enclosed space.
"Faster, and faster the train car goes~" Zabin sang with giggles weaved into it, "Where will we go? Not even Arceus knows!~"
"Round and round eternity spins~" Zabin continued, "Forsake my Arceus, for they couldn't save my gin~"
"... Wait, what is gin?" He questioned himself.
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The train car stopped and Zabin tumbled into the floor.
"Vut?" Zabin said, his face showing utter confusion, "I thought we were on the forever express? What happened?"
All he got in response was silence.
"Vell ye can at least give me some answers, Silence!" Zabin spoke, apparently addressing his companion, "I guess ye always were quiet 'silence-y', not givin' answers is ya' thing"
The lights flickered and Zabin gave a smile as he glanced up.
"Ya' know 'Silence', I had a lot 'o morals once," Zabin said smugly, "But I think iz about time I broke em', ya' know?"
And so, after his train ride had finally come to an end, Zabin decided to escape by breaking one of his many rules. Time to make something that could be VERY deadly.
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I'm sick for a day and I return to an entire new arc. anyways, my contribution to the joltik arc.
woe
sona guild memes be apon ye
(I had a lot of fun making these)
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Hey so, if, hypothetically... A fan game was being hypothetically made a concept and planned by members of the Sona Guild... Would it be okay? To maybe use your fanfiction as major inspiration and have cameos if not important story elements?
WHAT
Obviously my answer is a resounding yes, that's all good and stuff! But also holy shit. Uhhhhhhh if it gets made, i wanna see it!
One day, someone tries to sneak into the Sona Guild just to figure out what is going on in there.
They walk up to the entrance— a half-oval shaped tunnel lined with a strange, smooth gray stone guarded by a wooden door— and knock in the special way they've seen from weeks of spying.
A rectangular part of the door slides open, revealing a pair of strange silver eyes that ask, "Which lines run from Nimbasa?"
The pokémon is, understandably, confused. "What?"
"Get out." Wind blasts from the slit, and it slides shut, leaving the pokémon sitting on their rear, baffled at the turn of events.
They turn around and leave.
thanks anon, this made me actually laugh out loud
i think its a little funny that eelectross is like "how did you learn about them?!?!" and then we have the debatably canon sona guild who worship the subway dudes, or just has them as their mascots
That's more than a little funny, it's freaking hilarious!