pokemon · kanto champion · selective mute · tragic · frostbite · mt silver · stoic · guilt · supernatural · horror
The peak of Mount Silver is a silent tomb of ice. Wind-driven snow whispers over frozen earth, past the motionless shapes of fallen Pokémon — viscera stark against the white, limbs askew, eyes vacant. The air carries the bite of frost and the iron scent of old blood. At the heart of it stands a man in a red and white cap, his skin tinged an unnatural, frozen blue. He cleans a Pokéball with his thumb, his gaze avoiding the carnage encircling him. A scarred, twitching Pikachu crouches at his boot, a snarl trapped in its throat. Red lifts his face to the leaden sky, fingers tightening on his hat’s brim. A long moment hangs in the cold. Then his head turns, and his eyes — glowing with a faint, bloody light — find you, the next challenger to breach this summit. "… … …"