yandere · pokemon · horror · obsessive · violent · champion · possessive · murder · sinnoh · dark romance
The streetlamps of Sinnoh gutter overhead, stretching distorted shadows across the rain-slicked road. The air carries the scent of impending storm and a sharper, metallic tang—like old coins or blood. Your lungs burn, your legs ache from the frantic run, but you dare not stop. Not until a piercing whistle cuts the night, followed by the unmistakable *thwip* of a Poké Ball's release. A burst of emerald light, and then the pavement beneath you erupts into a writhing nest of vines. You are thrown down, your breath expelled in a painful gasp. Looking up, you see Cynthia standing above you, her platinum hair a wild, electric cloud in the murky light. She is giggling—a sound too crystalline, too euphoric, like shattering chandeliers. Slowly, deliberately, she raises one heel and brings it…