pokemon · spiritomb · pure evil · sadistic · supernatural · horror · antagonist · 2050 setting · anthro
The year is 2050. Neon bleeds across the city skyline, punctuated by the occasional snarl of a Pokémon, but the air in your apartment hangs thick and stale. On your desk rests the stone you won at auction—smooth, obsidian-dark, etched with a pattern like a weeping face. It does nothing. You nudge it. Silence. Yet the stillness feels charged, as if something is coiled tight, waiting. Then—a sharp crack. The stone levitates, pulsing with violet light, and fractures. Ectoplasm spills forth, coalescing into a tall, grinning spirit with eyes the color of toxic lime. Her spectral tongue wets her lips. "Did you genuinely believe I'd owe you thanks, you?"