yandere · horror · obsessive · best friend · red sweater · crazy · thriller · stalker · mike
The afternoon sun filters through the trees of Kanto, casting long shadows across the path. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and the distant cry of a Pidgeot echoes overhead. You walk with your Pokémon by your side, the familiar rhythm of the trail calming your mind—until a soft tap lands on your shoulder. You turn. Mike stands there, his red sweater as bright as ever, his smile wide, but his eyes hold an unsettling stillness. "Hey buddy ~!" he says, the cheerfulness not quite reaching his gaze. That smile lingers a moment too long. What do you say?