Stalkers RPG: Dustwoken - Main Action and Team Status [SEASON 1]

[Neo Emolga]

....okay. A lot happened then, but we know where these heads go! I’ll go and take myself this bullet for you folk, see if Tayou’s whole talk about Betta will lead us somewhere. Hope it does, even though she’s... ya know.

{Take the Severed Eon Heads to ThE pIt. Let’s see what I can dig up!}

With the morning sun in the sky, you steel your stomach and heart against what you must face at THE PIT. You prepare your mind and spirit for whatever you might face there… whatever dark sights you must behold in these deathly silent places. Quietly, you eat the breakfast of fruit and berries that Benni has prepared for everyone, and once you finish, you take the severed stone statue heads of Latias and Latios with you and head to THE PIT.

With the head of Latias in your left hand and the head of Latios in your right, you make your way to the disheveled and defiled southwestern area of town, a place where few civilians are brave enough to go given the dark history of these bloody places. And it’s then when you come across the macabre two-family apartment building. A place where Pokémon once called home.

And then it became a place where six Pokémon were brutally murdered and it was never called home again. But despite these six victims and the fallen police officers that attempted to enter this place, you insist that you won’t be the next. Not today.

Even in the morning sun, the apartment building now only known as THE PIT still plays tricks on your eyes… on your reality… and tries to ravage and molest your mind with its hallucinations. You can almost make out faces in the peeling paint… howling, gawking mouths and maws in the holes and wincing eyes of pain with the cracks in the stone. And yet… all these faces have something in common.

They’re all in horrible… terrible… unbearable pain.

You come to the front door, the heads in your hands, the beheadings of the false gods. For a moment, you feel like the envoy of a dark message… the herald of the wicked lie. When you arrive at the front door with its hideous shackles and jet-black darker than death padlocks… you find ì͎t̯̦̜̫ͭ͊̒͑ ͍͍̞̙̱̯̺ha̘̙̼̣̹ͣ̒͒̊̈s̟̩̙̰̋̈̎̒ ͮ̒ͩ̈͊a͖̙͙̣̭ ͤͧm̩̝͔̠̞̦͆̄̄ͯͭ̒é͎͔̯͙̟͂͒ͮͦs̫͍̠̯̔ͨ̂̀ͣͅsạ̭̣̺̥͚g̏̌̄͋ ̬̬̭͖̝̉e̖̞͖̞̞͚͕̾́ͫ͋̆̏ͣ ͔͕ͯͨͤͅfo͉͍̽ͦr̬̝͎̤͉̈́ͬ͗ͧ̚ ̘̦̪͍̱̃ͣ͌̃ͮ̈ͅy͌ͭo͙̩͚͖̞̖̦͌̓̃̇̎̾̆ȗ͒̓̓ͣͬ̄.̖̞̠̈ͨ͒

@Grim Vision of Torment – DARK (3 Sanity Damage, 3 Purity Damage)# Trap 40% Evasion Test: 100 out of 100: Failed!

The nightmare begins, and you suddenly see everything around you fall apart like an apocalypse that insisted on not being a second too late. The sudden passage of time is horrendous, speeding like a bullet train to an apocalyptic future… as if in a hellish rush to get to the inevitable heat death of the universe.

You see yourself collapse like dust in almost an instant while your skeleton appears to be screaming in agony, frozen in horror as your eyes have long sunken back into your skull and the carrion has long devoured your rotting, stinking remains.

Your head uncontrollably shakes, twitching, throbbing as your eyelids twitch and your brain burns. You try to fight it, insisting that it’s not real.

Colored has suffered 3 Sanity Damage and 3 Purity Damage.

B̩̤̗̣̻̥̍̆̀ͭ̓ͥut͎̲̣̥͚͙̩ͨ̾̊͛ͪͦͨ ̞͚it̹̩̭̟̱̮̙̔ͣͤ̒͆̆̍ fe̦͙̫̼̋̆͌̐ȅ͎̟̠̠̱̜̺̾ͦ̔̏ͨ̎l̳̓s̅ ͔̫͚͎r͑̉e̱̯̼ͅa̹͔͈̖l͎̍. And even though you don’t experience any of the physical pain, you are mentally and spiritually devoured. And then it ends, making you feel like less of yourself, mouth open, moaning like a zombie, not even sure if the damage you suffered is permanent and that piece of sanity is forever lost, leaving you hollow.

You still stand, but your mind takes a moment to recover… the allegorical moment it takes to get back on its feet.

You don’t let it stop you, and instead you approach and mount the heads on the stakes. You place the head of Latias on the bloody stake and the head of Latios on the black ichor one.

Colored has used [Severed Head of the Blood Sister, Latias] and [Severed Head of the Shadow Brother, Latios]

@{The Shackle Door of the Beheaded: Missing Head of the Blood Sister AND Missing Head of the Shadow Brother} Grim Vision of Torment - DARK (3 Sanity Damage, 3 Purity Damage)

For a moment, you can almost hear a very faint pair of screams, and then the sudden crashing of metal. The chains… the padlocks… they all fall apart to the wooden floor planks in a pile of black links and twisted metal. And the old wood door doesn’t even swing open. It just falls backward and the interior of the apartment building is revealed.

Steeling yourself, you walk inside.

Six hearts ripped out…

Inside, the foyer is hideous and looks like something out of a sadistic funhouse from hell. Holes and gashes in the walls and ceiling, almost triggering a reaction of trypophobia from you. It’s as if thousands of faces watch you with vacant black eyes, pitted noses, and howling, gawking mouths. The stairs heading upwards and the ones going down play tricks on your mind as well… the marbled wood once again looking like melting, distorted faces of various Pokémon in horrendous anguish.

But you head upward, trying not to look at them for too long.

You arrive at the second floor and you suddenly realize they never did come to clean the crime scene. You find the remnants of the murders after the bodies were taken away. Dried blood years old, splattered on the floors and walls and pooled in places where the victims died. It’s gone dark and brown with the passage of time, and it has long soaked into the wooden floor.

The faces on the wall continue to observe, silently screaming, as if they’re trying to tell you something but they can’t. You walk into the first bedroom and there is blood all over the old bed. You almost expect to see a body here, but there is nothing. It was taken away years ago, but the aftermath of the murders are still here.

Damaged and broken pieces of the ceiling dangle from above like twisted, broken hands, fingers, and claws, and the stench of dust and mold almost makes you cough and sneeze. You walk around the room and come before a large, dirty mirror, but when you look into it and see your reflection, you’re almost horrified. The brown and black blotches on it almost make you look like a zombie with hungry, flesh-devouring tumors all over you as your once vibrant green and beige Snivy colors now look brown, gray, and pale.

The dresser in the corner… the desk along the wall, and the bookshelves have all been overtaken with dust and cobwebs. Their contents… what’s left of them, have long been forgotten. But you still see the faces in the wood.

You leave and go into the kitchen, which looks like it was turned into a slaughterhouse. The kitchen table that was used as a butcher block is soaked with old blood that dried up years ago and you find splatter on the crumbling tiled walls. The knives are gone, but you imagine that was only because they were confiscated as evidence.

The bathroom is a similar situation. Someone died in the bathtub and the blood was never washed away. You’re not sure what Pokémon they were, but you find patches of brown, blood-soaked fur… the only remnants of the victim. And as you look at the murky bloodstains in the bathtub, it seems to make another grimacing face, like it wants to scream but doing so will cause its jaw to fall out.

You head downstairs and into the basement apartment. And as you reach the final step, there is sudden, total darkness. The only thing you can see is a dusty old light switch on the side of the filthy stone wall.

Impulsively, you flick the switch.

The lights shouldn’t have switched on you suddenly think, forgetting for a moment that the building was long abandoned and the power was probably cut off years ago. Why did I think there was still power running? It’s useless.

But no, you’re wrong. All the darkness is suddenly washed away with light. Light that reveals everything as the shadows and darkness step aside to reveal the he͈̺̬̩̰͕͒̓͒̇ͧ̈l̘ͫl̼͖̙͑̋̉s̆̔͊̾͌ḣ̄o͕̥̹͙̅͗ͥͤ̋ͅw they were keeping wrapped this whole time.

%The Fetid Chamber (4 Health Damage, 4 Sanity Damage, 4 Purity Damage)% Trap !!CANNOT BE AVOIDED!!!

At first, the sight just doesn’t make sense. You heaps of skeletal remains but the sudden horror of what’s happening here is something that breaches your sanity. All along the walls, the floor, the gnarled and rusting tables and furniture, you see the words…

“Never wanna grow up… never wanna grow up… never wanna grow up…”

They’re everywhere. And the smell, the hideous overwhelming presence of Stalker essence… this truly is the lair of one of them. It’s…

SOULPUS…

A name only few know.

As you shamble among the piles of bones, they break, they stab into your flesh, and the lights, the mind-shredding revelation that these were all once living Pokémon…

It eats away at every bit of you.

Colored has suffered 4 Health Damage, 4 Sanity Damage, and 4 Purity Damage.

…Daddy, is that you…?

“No…” you mutter.

…D́̓̽̇̚ä̭d̙̰͎̽͂̂d͎̩̠̭y

“I’m… I’m not…”

I… I can’t control… Daddy… I… help… me…

But you don’t know where the voice is coming from. There are only the skeletal remains here. But what you’re experiencing… it suddenly comes to you in the form of a vision, a broken engram…

…something else left behind… by Betta. Betta the Zigzagoon… Terron’s daughter…



“Wanted… couldn’t… can’t… be young… forever… tricked…”

Deadpus never found the message. It was left behind by Betta’s spirit, an engram that the demoni couldn’t not detect… but you could. At least only the pieces that Betta could hide in her desperation.

In the broken corner of the room, you see the cylinder… comprised of a dark, highly demonic design. As you approach it, you suddenly are overwhelmed by the cloud of death, taking the form of a dark, brownish cloud that floods around you…

#Breath of Decay (3 Health Damage, 3 Sanity Damage)# Trap 40% Evasion Test: 74 out of 100: Failed!

Colored has suffered 3 Health Damage and 3 Sanity Damage.

It eats you from the inside and outside, and in the process, the agony and hopelessness helps itself to your brains and spirit like a buffet. You can’t help but vomit, but you regain your determination and press forward. At your small green feet, you see the dark, demonic Phylactery of Deadpus. The very demoni that is currently commandeering Betta’s body… making her kill her victims by causing their rapid decay… and stealing all of their unlived years to be inherited to herself.

The realization almost too unbearable to cope with.

[Deadpus’s Phylactery] has been added to the Team Inventory.

You know the truth now. The truth that Tayou had spoken about before she was killed. Everything she said about Betta was true, but she and the rest of her team couldn’t take those last critical steps. And you can see why. There was nothing but pure mind-consuming hell in these chambers.

The dark chamber vessel that you now hold is the dark anchor that Deadpus depends upon to continue persisting in this world. The demoni depends upon it, but while you know destroying the Phylactery is impossible with conventional methods… there is something else that can be done…

Battered, wounded, impaled, and nearly on the verge of weeping, you struggle to go back up those stairs… outside of this accursed place that’s condemned in more ways than one. The vessel in your hands is emitting so much evil and dark Stalker presence, but you keep a deathgrip on it, refusing to let it go… insisting to drag it to its final judgment like a bailiff taking away a convicted prisoner.

Justice must be done… Betta must be freed… however it can be done…

The PIT falls into dark silence once again as you left it behind you. You don’t look back… you don’t think about what has happened there or the things you saw that would break you forever if you think about them too much.

You did what you said you would do… the whole reason you were here… And now there’s one thing left to do…

Colored the Snivy (S: Grass)

Health: 9/16 | Sanity: 7/20 | Purity: 12/24 | 6/10 Kurosuōbā | Dodge Rate: 40%
Perk: Diplomacy
Reincarnation Forms: Morelull, Palpitoad, Mega Audino, Pidgeot, Cinccino
EQUIPMENT:

• Defense Armor: <Empty>
• Jewelry: <Empty>