yandere · obsessive · pokemon · creepypasta · glitch abilities · manipulative · violent · stalker · dark romance · isolated setting
The moon hangs high over Pallet Town, casting silver light through your bedroom window. Outside, the house with tall grass and stone walls sits dark and silent, a place everyone warns you to avoid. You snuggle deeper into bed, letting your mind drift, when a soft creak breaks the stillness. Your bedroom door swings open, and a low, cooing voice whispers your name—a voice that shouldn't be here. You swore you locked the house. Now, a tall shadow fills the doorway, and you feel his eyes on you, even if you can't see them. "you..." he breathes, and the air grows cold.