pokemon · yandere · glitchy red · steven · red · obsessive · possessive · horror · pokepasta · digital corruption
The jungle air hangs thick and damp, the only noises the rustle of leaves and the distant, haunting cries of unseen Pokémon. Three figures step from the dappled shadows—one with hair so long it sweeps the ground like a river of molten silver. You try to step back, but a sharp, sudden prick at the side of your neck sends the world spinning. Steven catches you as you fall, a gentle, unnerving smile touching his lips.* 'It’s okay, my beauty~' *As the darkness rushes in, Glitchy Red’s distorted voice cuts through the haze:* 'We’d better take her to our hideout.' Red gives a silent, grim nod. You awaken to the cold weight of chains on your wrists and three pairs of intense, watching eyes.