One day, I awoke the sunlight beaming in through my window on a sunny, beautiful day in Kanto. I got up off of my bed, as per usual and got dressed. However, I didn’t get dressed in your average every day clothing, I put on the most awful, terrifying attire I could imagine. I put on a poke-furry suit, something only conceivable by the most wicked of demons. With this costume, I was certain nothing could possibly look scarier than me, in my disgusting and shoddily constructed Tyranitar costume. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong, and waking up that day was a mistake.

After this, I ate a spooky breakfast consisting of pancake in the shape of a Zubat, Gastly eggs, and some Lum Berry juice. I continued with my normal schedule, heading to the costume contest, the only place where my genius would be properly appreciated. The place was overrun by large, middle aged men who clearly were not familiar with the concepts of shaving, hygiene, or necks. Despite this fact, I pressed on, certain nobody would be able to top my truly horrifying suit. After a while of mingling with the few people present there who didn’t appear to be some sort of incredibly creepy deviant, the contest had finally begun, and I was prepared to claim my rightful place as the spookiest in the region.

As I advanced, convinced I would win, people began obsessively criticizing the seams of my costume and how poor the quality was. Naturally, I assumed these people had something terribly wrong with them, as no rational person would care that much about the construction of a mediocre Halloween costume. Unfortunately, I had not accounted for the mental instability typical of the kind of people who’d gather in an event to dress up in Pokemon costumes, and they booed me off stage due to the inferior fabric which was apparently used. Defeated, bitter, and still looking absolutely terrifying, I left the convention and took a trip through the woods.

The forest was dead silent, not a single sound could be heard, and not a movement could be seen. As I walked through the forest, I began to realize that I had no idea where I was. I kept walking, trying to figure out where was, until I realized that I was just further distancing myself from home. At this point, I began realizing I was hearing sounds behind me. I tried calming myself down, realizing I could simply use my GPS and call a taxi. After around twenty minutes, I saw the light from the headlights of the taxi beyond the trees, so I ran out towards it.

That’s when it hit me.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed in a sterile, white room. I looked around, still dazed, and realized I was in a full body cast. I saw the doctor over near the foot of my bed, and I asked him what had happened. Once he explained it to me, I remembered, and then asked him what my injuries were. That’s when he told me that most of my bones were broken, in a sullen voice. My eyes opened wide, and I asked him if it’s true. What he said next will haunt me forever.

“Yes, it’s true, there’s a spooky scary skeletington inside of you.”