creepypasta · pokemon · trauma · shy · glitch · horror · tragic · non-verbal · ilex forest
A low, warped keen pierces the thick air, more felt than heard. Pushing through the final tangle of blood-red foliage, you stop dead. There she is, curled in a nest of old bones and blackened rot, her sleek crimson coat stark against the gore. The once-ferocious Espeon weeps soundlessly, her entire body shuddering with each breath.