Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 1: The Beginning Part 1.

Darkness.

Complete and total darkness.

Nothing is moving. Nothing is heard.

Except...for a mere voice, shattering the silence at once. Shadows dissipate, freeing his sight. Red paws hover over the voice's locale, nudging his eyelids. A black fox lies by his lonesome, staggering pants after pants.

"Need...to...breathe..." the Zorua utters, staring ahead at the gray wall. One last inhale is enough for him to close his eyes, releasing his winds of relief. The fox smiles, his heartbeat slows to a steady pace. Much better. Getting up, the Zorua grooms his large red tuft and gray tail, eyeing himself up.

He nods. I seem to be fine. Although... His eyes shift around, head tilting. Dark gray walls with little to no light is all the fox can see. Where...am I? He tries moving forward before wincing, holding his belly. Ugh, I spoke too soon about being fine. He clenches his teeth. Why am I in pain? Did I get myself into a fight before I was knocked out?

Looking to his left, nothing but the walls lie in sight. Looking to his right, darkness spreads ahead. He gulps. I-I can't see anything here. Sighs, hesitation creeps in. I'll...go ahead. Not like I have a choice. The cold, solid ground nudges his paws at each and every step. He shivers, his teeth clittering.

Soon, something starts glowing up ahead, shining with vibrance. A light, to be exact. Oh? He walks forward. And walks, walks, walks...Until the light becomes more vivid, finally reaching the source of it: A peephole.

The Zorua tilts his head. Hmm? Laying his paw against it, the hole creaks. Hmm... He leans both of his paws on the hole, pushing. He groans. Almost there. The hole eventually bursts open, the fox rolling out of it. "AH!" He bumps into a wall and yelps, rubbing the top of his head. "Ugh...What a sturdy exit." The fox soon gasps.

"Whoa," he says in awe. Many white walls are plastered everywhere, deteriorating. Chairs and tables scatter all over the place, one of them crumbling into bits. The Zorua blinks, moving his head back. Huh...What a peculiar place.

He looks to his side, yelping. What the?

A lone corpse leans against the wall, blood dripping and trailing. It remains still, claw marks etching across its chest. Wh-What happened to him? the Zorua thinks, trembling.

Besides the corpse is a black collar, trapped beneath the pale hand. The fox tilts his head. "Hmm?" He walks towards the collar, squinting. One word spreads across it: Ramon.

Who's...Ramon? Raising his brow, the fox eyes up the corpse. This guy? He shakes his head. No...It would be silly for someone like him to wear it. Hmm... He gazes at the blood trailing from the corpse to the crooked door. One thing for sure though— shrugs. At least I know how I left.

Wandering further into the facility, the fox inspects the decaying state it's in: Materials spreading in a disorganized manner, from corners to corners. A glass tube falls off a table, shattering. The fox looks, gulping: His eyes shaking, his mouth hurling.

I-I'm not sure how I got here, nor why everything is...like this. The ceiling lights flicker on and off, sending chills throughout him. The Zorua soon steps on something wet, his eyes blinking rapidly. "Hmm?" He looks down, his body weeping, his eyes rattling.

"H-Huh?" He winces, lifting his paw: Blood paints it. "More...blood?" He soon looks ahead, backing away from the site. Blood leeches all over the place, corpses lying in its pool, some more submerged than the others.