A fanfiction of Rain World, a game by Video Cult.
It's funny how nature adapts even when the world has tilted to its limit. The way entire societies crumble to nothing, and yet, time still turns like nothing happened. The fallen are buried under a sea of darkness, and at its surface, a new seed sprouts.
But the fallen are still remembered. They leave behind their old shadows, their offspring, and the consequences of their decisions. Among the messy tangle of nature's regrowth sits a multitude of offspring and consequences, abandoned and left to their own devices. A young, orange slugcat, born in an artificial womb. A lonely traveler, in search of revenge and peace of mind. A small beast, in search of a true destiny. How will they shape their new world, and how many solutions does it take to fix one big problem?