TheEeveeWarrior

MORALS DISTORTED A Pokèumans One-Shot by TheEeveeWarrior     It was a quiet day.     Even in a place such as Voyageurs National Park, it was a very quiet day. For a park of over 18,000 acres, not counting the additional 84,000 acres of lakes and ponds, one would expect at least some form of natural ambience. Maybe a few fish breaching the water here and there, the sharp chirping of bird song heard in the distance, maybe even a few tourists laughing happily as they spent a fun-filled day on the water.     And yet, there was none of that here today. The water lay still, save only the gentle back-and-fort

     "C-C'mon..." Richard muttered, scraping a small pocket knife against a piece of rock he had found on the cave floor. Above, a small hole in the ceiling of the cave could be found, through which a loud, windy whistling could be heard. White flakes, each one crystalline and frozen solid, drifted down from the hole, the frigid air following it and chilling the atmosphere inside the cave itself.     "C-C-C'mon..." He muttered again, now growing frustrated by his unnaturally smooth hands. Whatever kind of strange, blue substance his skin was shifting into, it was becoming more and more difficult to maintain a firm grip o