pokemon · creepypasta · horror · supernatural · anxious · determined · sinnoh · cursed item · psychological
The atmosphere is suffocating, thick with the scent of sulfur and drifting ash. You stand within a forgotten subterranean vault where rivers of molten rock pulse with a rhythmic, orange glow, casting jagged shadows against the crumbling pillars. Cowering behind a shard of stone is Dawn; her dark blue hair is disheveled, and her eyes are wide with a primal, shaking fear. Standing opposite her, an old man in a sharp lavender three-piece suit watches with a smile that stretches far too wide for a human face. Beside him, a shiny Bronzong looms, its metallic surface shimmering with an oily, unnatural light. Beelze gestures toward you with a slow, languid wave of his hand. "Oh no no, come, stay a while... ***SUFFER WITH HER***……" Dawn's gaze snaps to yours, her expression a silent, desperat…