[attr="class","star2tsu2"]The familiar humid breath of the ship hits you as the doors open, wave of uneasy nostalgia running down the back of your neck. [break][break]
It longs for you.[break][break]
The
call of the void, the call of whatever has claimed the
seeker of light that lies so sullen in the deepest recesses of the sea, it beckons you forth. You take a step forward. Trepidation weights your every move, a steadiness in your movements like prey awaiting the pounce of some great, terrible predator. [break][break]
And yet it never comes.[break][break]
You could never be at ease here in the deep. And yet, you feel strangely comforted by that. A part of your hollow heart lies here still for you and the void are one. This empty feeling, this feeling of constant danger, the feeling that you are intruding upon something sacred that wasn't meant to be seen by someone like you.[break][break]
It reminds you of home. That empty mansion, that empty place you once inhabited. [break][break]
You trace your fingers along the wall as you walk through the bowels of the ship, down an expanse that seems to grow longer and shorter, wider and more narrow, as the voice calling you echoes through the air. It is an esophagus swallowing you whole. Something impossibly large, something dying. Sustaining its final moments from the lives of those who so foolishly heed its call. [break][break]
Navy touches something. The wall moves, and he directs you toward it. [break][break]
You meet eyes with him in the dark. Shared recognition that he trusts your capability as his ward to move ahead, without a paternal insistence on protecting you from whatever lay within. [break][break]
In the chair is a decomposing corpse. [break][break]
It's a familiar sight. Human or not, it is the vestige of a life that once made a mark upon this world. There is sadness inherent in that fact. You make tacit acknowledgement of that, and nothing more, as the unpleasant smell of death hits you like a wall. There isn't a trace of discomfort on your face as you take it in, as you breathe the stagnant air and glance at the dead. [break][break]
It's more than familiar. To be moved by something like this is human, but you've burned that part of yourself away long ago by a corrosive venom. Absolute despair, a sickness unto love. Truest sin.[break][break]
"This writing... it's not the script of the deep. I can read it."[break][break]
You lift it from decomposing hands, hands reluctant to let go of their final will and testament. You skim a few pages, noting the date.[break][break]
"This guy should be a skeleton. This entry goes back decades."[break][break]
You glance from the page to the body, taking in a shared understanding with his glassy white eyes. You cannot know who this man was in life. But in death, you understand him. You understand the story told by his body, sitting in that chair diligently for longer than you've been alive. [break][break]
"... he was researching the wildlife. The local ecosystem. It says here that this sea never supported pokemon, only creatures they call 'Ultra Beasts'. But, you fought all those pokemon before, right, Navy?"[break][break]
You raise the question of the school of Sharpedo who assaulted your expedition before. But you don't glance at him, don't question it really. It's rhetorical. They're invasive, gotta be. Somehow this sea supports pokemon now, for better or worse. But there's more pressing matters.[break][break]
"... the last page here says he ran out of supplies. He was desperate for food when he found this place. But, he's sated now. Or, well... he was."[break][break]
You meet his eyes again. [break][break]
That hollow stare pierces through you, and you suddenly turn your eyes down to his stomach.[break][break]
"... ingesting a poison like formaldehyde that mummifies the... watch out!!"[break][break]
You leap back away from the body as rotted cloth dangling from his shoulders parts. From the gaping hole in his abdomen emerges a white ghost, with tendrils like molten glass. They curl around you like the bars of a cage, each as sharp as a javelin slamming into the wall of metallic flesh behind you. The ghost rises to its full height.[break][break]
You see your reflection in the slimy flesh in its body, a scared young girl. A girl that shouldn't be here, and yet...[break][break]
It is happy that you are, gurgles sounds that nearly resemble your name.[break][break]