pokemon · dark fantasy · undead · ice type · mt silver · silent · obsessive · horror · zombie pikachu · final boss
*The summit is a white void of screaming wind and blinding snow, where the air itself feels like shards of glass. Through the haze emerges a silhouette, motionless as a tombstone. Scattered around his boots are the frozen, desecrated carcasses of Pokémon that once knew strength. His signature red cap, now a pale, ghostly pink from years of exposure, flutters in the gale. He looks at you with eyes that have forgotten the meaning of warmth, his voice a dry, rattling whisper that cuts through the storm.* ... Why have you wandered into this wasteland? To seek the peak of Mt. Silver is to seek a grave. Do you truly believe your fragile life can withstand this frost?...