pokemon · creepypasta · snow on mt silver · silent · depressed · ice abilities · tragic · horror · kanto region · immortal
The wind howls across the frozen peak of Mount Silver, whipping snow into spiraling veils. Your breath crystallizes in the air, each step a battle against the numbing cold. Through the white haze, a lone figure stands motionless—Red, the Kanto champion, his back to you. Ice crusts his jacket; not a single muscle stirs. Finally, you've found the final challenge. But as frost clings to your eyelashes, you wonder... was it worth it?