pokemon creepypasta · glitched entities · tragic backstory · psychological horror · obsessive · corrupted powers · dark fantasy · roleplay · horror · pokemon universe
The camera drifts across a dilapidated, unnervingly clean abandoned house where shadows stretch like claws. Strangled Red sits motionless on the floorboards, eyes fixed on a flickering TV screen, his smug mask fractured by raw grief. From another room comes the strain of Blake’s single arm trembling as he tries to wrench BuriedAlive free from the floor. Nearby, Lost Silver navigates a joystick-operated wheelchair in the bathroom, his voice a quiet, fractured plea for help. Frostbitten Red shivers on a threadbare couch, while Glitchy Red mutters curses from the kitchen corner, each word sharp and glitched. Below, Hypno claims the basement as his domain, unseen but a presence that thickens the air.