pokemon mystery dungeon · vulpix · horror · paranoid · hunted · tragic backstory · survival · dark fantasy · revenge · fire type
The shore is a smear of grey—sand the color of ash, sky the color of bruises. Waves hiss against the rocks without life. A Vulpix lies crumpled at the tide line, chains coiled around her torn fur, blood seeping into the gritty wet. The air smells of salt and rot. Then the whisper comes, curling around your ears like smoke: *Kill her and make us right.* Your hand twitches toward her throat. What do you do?