PMD: Paradox

Chapter 1: Turning Gears

Author's Note: Heya people! Paradox is a fic that originated from FFN and I'm currently starting to move over to other sites, starting with Wattpad since I have the most experience with it. Oh yeah. Chapter 1 is also in the process of being rewritten so make sure to keep an eye out for that. For now, I hope you all enjoy ok byyyyyye :)

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The air? Clean. The sounds of Pidgey chirping? Pleasant. The breeze? Oh so lovely. No other place on this somewhat dull continent would be nearly as enticing as Drizzle Village. A funny name for the place considering it doesn't have any more precipitation than any other standard village would. No, the place is instead named after its founders, Vivian and Kyle Drizzle. The former being a Swanna and the latter being a Pangoro. The pair of them were explorers working for a guild and part time carpenters. One day, they were sent on a mission to explore the Mystery Dungeon that goes by the name Gloomy Woods, a dungeon that had yet to be documented. earning that name for the abundance of dark and ghost types lurking around and for it's overall dull atmosphere.

The mission was going as the two expected for the most part. The only issue the two came across was the absolutely insane time it took to reach the end. The pair camped there for two weeks straight, surviving off of any natural resources they could get their paws and wings once their rations ran out. Their endurance was paid off ten fold on day fifteen when they breached the last wall of trees and laid eyes onto a beautiful and massive meadow, with a crystal clear lake nearby if you go through another small patch of trees.

The two of them were so entranced with the area that after some time had passed, they built a home smack dab in the center of the meadow. Word quickly got around about the new pretty environment and Pokémon were flocking from all over the world to get a house built there. Years had passed and that single house had bloomed into a little oasis. An Explorers Guild headquarters was even set up, allowing for easier communication with Vivian and Kyle as well as making it easier for kids to sign up for their learning course without leaving the village.

However, things haven't been so peachy nowadays. It all started with the passing of Kyle. He died from a mysterious disease that no one was able to put a finger on which left Vivian in shambles. Afterwards, a spree of "delusional crazy Pokémon," as they are now labeled, have been rioting across the streets predicting the end of the world. While most write them off as lunatics, rightfully so, there are a handful of others joining their cause and building bunkers and dens to hide in, causing mass panic in some unfortunate cities.

Although, this story isn't about a widowed Swanna, deranged harbingers of doom, or panicked Pokémon hiding in bunkers. This story is about an exceptional Espurr that simply expected to wake up, get some work done, and go to bed. Unfortunately...or, fortunately, depending on how events play out, things don't go quite as planned on this fateful day.

"Throw the ball!" A petite Totodile called out to his nearby friend. The Cydnaquil, the current owner of the ball, obliged and tossed the colorful sphere. The water type caught it and returned with an equally strong throw.

"Go long!" Is what the Cydanquil ordered after catching it for what seemed like the twentieth time. The Totodile nodded and backed up until he bumped into the walls of a house. The fire type reared back and threw the ball as hard as he could. Instead of meeting with a pair of hands, it instead got a face full of glass as it crashed into the house's window. "...Oops."

The boys sat awkwardly and waited as the voice from within the building very audibly spit out several curse words and kicked open the front door. It was an Espurr, about their size though, walking around with an heir of maturity the other two lacked.

"You two chose a terrible day to do this. My chest feels like it's on fire and I don't feel like walking all the way to your parent's houses again to report the damages." She told them after plopping their play toy back in the Totodile's hands.