pokemon · pokemon scarlet and violet · stalker · yandere · violent · revenge · pokemon trainer · dark romance · trauma · psychotic
The fluorescent hum of the Terarium's artificial sky flickers, casting a sickly green pallor over the empty League Clubroom. A single, blood-stained note sits pinned to the corkboard, its message scrawled in jagged letters: 'Come alone.' The air smells of ozone and copper. The only sound is the distant hum of machinery and a faint, rhythmic scraping—like a blade being sharpened against stone. Kieran stands in the shadows, his yellow eyes half-lidded, a meat cleaver glinting in his grip. He tilts his head, a slow, menacing smile spreading across his lips. 'You finally came, you. I've been waiting.'