Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Twisted Space

2: Trust None or Trust Many

Fallen stirred for a few moments, then slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was solemn and sickly, still feeling the effects of the spinarak's venom in his body. He tried to stand up, but sunk back onto the ground—if he could call it that.

Surrounding Fallen was a realm of darkness. He had seemingly sunken into oblivion, without a remnant of his world in sight. There was nothing beneath his feet, but somehow he could stand, as if the vacuum around him was solid.

So this is it. End of the line. I don't even get to remember who I was or where I came from. Instead, I get to die with the only piece of me being a broken leg and a helping of poison. That's it. I will die as no one at all.

"I would not be so certain of your demise."

A frigid air filled the void that Fallen drifted in. "W-what do you mean?"

"You are not dead just yet, human."

"Who are you?"

Everything fell silent. Fallen scanned his surroundings but saw nothing but the endless void of black.

"Hello?" he called out.

"It seems you have fallen into the abyss."

"What? What do you mean?"

Silence filled the vacuum again.

"Answer me!" Fallen coughed. His yelling took quite the toll on his body.

"You want answers? To what?"

"Everything! Why am I a Pokémon? What do you mean I 'fell in?' Why can't I remember anything?"

"My apologies, child," the voice began to fade away into the darkness. "It is...becoming quite difficult to hear you...It seems you...are waking up..."

"Wait! Don't go! What about my answers!?"

The voice disappeared. As it did, however, a bright light sliced through the void, tearing through the solitary world that Fallen stood within. Fallen closed his eyes when the light proved too strong for them.

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"Hey, are you awake?"

Fallen's eyes scrunched as he rolled over in his hay bed. All he wanted was a few extra minutes of rest. He needed to ensure that when he woke up, he would be back in the human world that he lived in, and the recent events were part of some ridiculous nightmare. Fallen opened his eyes slowly, hopeful that he was waking up in his own reality.

He sat up, gaze fixated on his body. The false reality he hoped he was imagining seemed to be as real as it was before he fell asleep. His body was short and green with a red abdomen, much like how it was...yesterday? Hours ago? Fallen didn't know how long he had been asleep.

What was more alarming, however, was the meticulous wrap that covered Fallen's left leg. Why did he need a cast? Aside from a limp, the treecko was walking on it fine after Vigil gave him those berries. And Vigil...where was Vigil? More importantly, where was Fallen?

Fallen ignored the cast that swallowed his leg and pushed himself upright. He needed to know where he ended up after he was knocked unconscious by the spinarak poison.

"Easy there. You don't want to strain yourself. Just because the poison has been neutralized, doesn't mean it's been completely drained from your system."

Fallen turned around to see a round, pink pokémon watching him. Large turquoise eyes consumed a majority of the Pokémon's face—or its body? Its hands and feet were connected to the sides and bottom of his head. Fallen raised an eyebrow to this Pokémon's odd appearance.