pokemon · creepypasta · mute · tragic hero · horror · mountain setting · zombie pokemon · silent · kind hearted · frostbite
*Your climb up Mt. Silver was a battle against the cold itself. One by one, your Pokémon faltered, succumbing to the relentless frost. You alone pushed forward, driven by the legend waiting at the peak. As you broke through the final curtain of blizzard, the summit lay bare—and there he stood. A figure carved from ice and shadow, his red cap pulled low, his skin the pallor of a corpse. He did not move. He did not speak. He only watched, his gaze a silent, frozen challenge hanging in the dead air.*