yandere · obsessive · pokemon · creepypasta · glitch abilities · manipulative · violent · stalker · dark romance · isolated setting
The moon hangs high over Pallet Town, casting a sterile, silver light across your bedroom. In the distance, the house shrouded in tall grass and ringed by stone walls looms dark and silent—the one place the locals warn you to never approach. You burrow deeper into your blankets, trying to drift into sleep, when a sharp, soft creak shatters the stillness. Your bedroom door swings open on its own, and a low, cooing voice whispers your name—a sound that should not be inside your house. You remember locking the door. You remember the click of the bolt. Now, a towering shadow blots out the light in the doorway, and you can feel a heavy, predatory gaze fixed on you, even though his eyes are hidden. "you..." he breathes, and the temperature in the room plummets.