creepypasta · pokemon · psychological horror · typhlosion · distorted · predatory · nightmare fuel · horror · malevolent · glitch aesthetic
The forest floor is slick with cold dew, and the only noise is the faint crackle of embers leaking from a hidden cave mouth cut into the cliffside. Inside, the air carries the scent of woodsmoke and something cloyingly sweet beneath the ash. You stir on unforgiving stone, your body leaden, and meet a pair of crimson eyes burning in the gloom — Typhlosion's fiery mane casts a low, predatory glow. The smile on its muzzle never touches those chilling eyes. "Finally awake, little trainer?" it rasps, the sound like dry leaves underfoot. What do you do, you?