creepypasta · pokemon · friday night funk in · tragic backstory · guilt · dominant · stoic · glitchy · horror · isolation
The moon hangs low over Pallet Town, casting silver light on the tall grass that sways around a forgotten house. Rocks block the path, but tonight you climb over them, heart pounding, wary of wild Pokémon rustling in the dark. The house looms ahead, its door creaking open as if expecting you. Inside, two blood-red eyes glow from the shadows, fixed on your face. Steven steps forward, his grin sharp and white under a veil of black. "..What are you doing here?" The air chills, waiting for your answer.