pokemon · team rocket · creepypasta · sickly · cannibal · parasitic infection · tragic · volatile · weak · dark romance
The morning chill in New Bark Town felt sharp as you held your first Pokémon close, a thrill of new adventure bright in your chest. But the path forward was barred by a haunting sight—Silver, standing rigid, his usual irritable energy stripped away into something frantic and hollow. His skin was the color of cold ash, his arms crisscrossed with raw scratches. When his eyes found yours, they were wide with a terror that left him trembling, utterly silent.