Chapter Six, Into Shadow

 My other title? Twilight. But that evokes vampires, and we have none in the Forest. Though I'm sure plenty of things would be willing to suck you dry.

What follows is a sentence by sentence commentary on the sixth chapter of the Apocalypse. Is it too much to assume that you've opened it in another tab already?

This single sentence creates the setting for the chapter. From this point on, every sound is amplified by nervousness.

Note how words work together here to set the mood. The forest has only (indicating insufficiency) the hellish (evil) half-light (weakened goodness) of dusk (where light goes to die).

He feels helpless out there. Which, y'know, he is.

"Oh, heh, I'm not afraid at all, and in a completely unrelated note, I think I should keep my pokémon close. "

He seemed small when he wasn't the only thing between you and insectoid death. Did you expect him to grow?

Red does not have a particularly large head.

He's really going for the Most Caring Trainer Called award, isn't he?

Somehow I'm sure that the word waddle made Nyoromo all the more adorable in the minds of my readers.

Try inhalation for once, m'boy. It'll do you some good.

Because if it's on your shoulder, you aren't carrying it.

Isn't he so adorable and such? Also? Nyoromo's pronouns don't always work. His ascension, it tipped back.

Putting a tadpole on your head qualifies as hope in this world. They have fallen so far.

Squelch

Which increases electrical conductivity by george you've made a thinking cap!

He already thought this about Nyroromo.

You know you're in trouble when your pokémon's most useful appendage is its membranous tail.

It's all the rage in Celadon.

Any good suspenseful environ assaults you itself.

Panting = noise.

Not disappear. Die.

Yes. He wanted Nyoromo to walk on a bramble-y road.

Now he's truly alone.

This is how exposition should appear. Subtly.

Once a prison for small animals, it- ...No? We aren't doing that bit?

I prefer this to saying hemisphere, as it has those little clasp bits.

High technology necessitates the use of the word matrix.

Not too long ago. Oak remembers, I'm sure.

I JUST BLEW YOUR MINDS IT'S A POKEYMANBALL WHAT.

What happened to the ones in transit? Through the computers?

Cannibalized seemed the proper word for the setting.

Cliffhanger. Like always. Do they get old?