#fanficteaser

Currently working on a Legends Arceus fanfic. It’s gonna be a multi-chapter short story where our protag Akari begins to wonder why she was never sent home after the events of the game. I’ve got some amazing people helping me with this project and I’m really happy with how it’s coming out! Stay tuned! :)

The war's cruel hand spares no one. At the Silva household, heartbreak strikes, leaving wounds that may never heal.

Then, a scream ripped through the stillness.

“Nozel!”

The voice was unmistakable—Noelle. His heart stuttered in his chest as he leaped to his feet, his instincts kicking in before his mind could catch up.

As Nozel struggles to cope with unbearable loss, the weight of war threatens to pull him under. Bonds will be tested, and hearts will break as tragedy reshapes the Silva family forever.

It was a usual night of maintenance and security in the workshops of The Glorious Evolution. It seemed to be a dark night for the Cyborg 30X-2 and his security map. On the map were green dots that represent the security drones of the parameters. When they see something, the dots would turn red. While he was calmly watching videos in his mind, he heard a buzzer in his brain, alerting him of an intruder. He looked on the map, but there were no red spots anywhere. He scanned the map over and over, but he couldn’t find it. Then another buzzer came up. He looked all over the place, and found one less dot on the map than last time he checked. Well, time for him to investigate then. 

30X-2 walked to the storage containment where the drones should be to find their parts scattered everywhere and the inventory being less than usual. He did a small diagnosis on the robot and found that they barely activated, only beginning to wake up. It happened again, for the 17th time. He counted. In this failure, 30X-2 let out a scream. He kept improving them and improving them, but it never seemed to work. That was the last straw. The police was useless. The machines were useless. There was only one person to go to now. 30X-2 brought up his phone. “Viktor sir, we have a problem..”

So, I guess I'll start using this tumblr. Here's a sneak peek at a one shot I'm working on, called "Bloomberg." It's a first person POV in a Forrest Gump style narrative. Enjoy!

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Mama always told me I were a special tree.

Not just ‘cause I were an apple tree neither. No sir. There were many other apple trees ‘round me when I grew up. But Mama kept tellin’ me that one day I’d be special. I liked it when she told me that. There were only one other thing I liked more than Mama’s nice words; her stories. All about trees before me that grew up like I would, and how they got big and strong and made her family proud.

That was a lot to take in when I were little, ‘cause I didn’t think I could be all that. I don’t ‘member much from when I were little, but I do ‘member I was a small, skinny little apple tree. I wasn’t even big enough to be in the ground when Mama found me. There were some sort of tradition she had ta do, somethin’ ‘bout pickin’ a tree to perform some special Apple family tradition. I weren’t real keen on the details, but I didn’t much care back then. When Mama picked me, I thought I were goin’ to heaven itself.