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I'll go to (37) Valley Graveyard and have a look around.
You come to the Valley Graveyard, a stone's throw away from the town's sacred temple. As you get progressively closer, a creeping sensation starts to crawl over your skin. A sick feeling seeds itself in the bottom of your stomach, and you can immediately tell that something is wrong. Although the garden itself surrounding the graveyard is beautiful, something feels off. You steel yourself and head in, ensuring to keep your eyes peeled for anything that could catch your attention.

With every step of your paw, you feel the darkness around you growing colder. Whispers begin to enter your mind, and soon enough, every time you take a step, you feel the ground heą̩̩͎̘t̘̣͕̼̬ ̣͉̗͚͕̝̰̀up. The mixture of different temperatures throws you off, and your mind begins to cloud with innumerable thoughts. Your joints begin to ache and your ears twitch with discomfort as more voices prod at you from all angles, insisting horrific things and twisted thoughts. You feel your muscles tense, and your legs carry you faster through the grounds as the tombstones around you seem to enlarge. Shapes curl around the sides of the tombstones, reaching out to you and moaning louder. You grit your teeth, attempting to shake free the influences around you as you break into a run.

You continue racing through the graveyard, the ground turning to fi͕ͫ̒̔̾̎͜re, then goo, then b̻̍ͤ͜ͅu̠̝͙̫̫͚͑͑̓ͪ̑ͯṙ̔͆ͣͬ̓̚͘n̳ͩ͟in͆ͣ͏͍̤̗͇̝̻g̟̊͛ ͕̻̣ sand, then grating ice. The forms around you reach out, s̨c̪̙̺̰̟͇ra̫͍͍͈̹̜̺tc̨̲̺͕͉̲ͅhi͖͚̪n̛̖g̨͈̹ ̠͇̖͇at y̼̥̠̝͡o̪̙̰̟͜u̷̪͔̗͖̤r̻͎̥͈͖ ̕s̫̝͍̰̙̙̲k̞̪̪͙̦̪i̴̱̺ǹ̯ and pulling at your ears, t͏̤̦͇̣̺͚ail and spiked fur. Your breath̢͖ is laboured and you begin emitting howls of pain and pa̭̳͈̹̓ͫ̊̇ͤnic, only to be stifled by the mobs of shadowy figures str͔̤̤̗̫ͨ͜etching in front of you and s̴͋t̸̗̙̖͂ͩro̝͎͓̝̤̅ͤ͒k̳̲̣̙̍i̞͖̮͚ͥn̴̥̝̗͇̹̰̓ͅg̨̈̇ͫ ̻̲ ̨̻̥͍̙̞ͥ̑ͦͨy̯̘̩͓̠̾͌̑̇̂ő͑ͦ̿͢uŕ̋ͫ̌͌̊́ ͇͖̞̝̳͍̼̏́ͨ̉̅͠f̮̟̜̠̭͈͌͌̄ͩ̒ac̘̟̆̔ͥe͓̫͈͉ͅ.

Arrow the Jolteon suffers 3 points of Purity damage.

All at once a tombstone lurches out at you, screa̭̳͈̹̓ͫ̊̇ͤming in a high-pitched, piercing voice that buries itself into your ear cavities and threatens to deafen you. It slams down on top of you, pinning you against the ground. You panic, trying frantically to scramble away, but the earth begins to open up only a few metres from you, swallowing everything in its path. It's heading straight for you, and fear completely overtakes you as it rapidly nears. You try to shriek, but your throat cannot produce a scrap of sound, and all you can do is wait until the hole swallows you in one go.

It finally reaches you, but as it passes under you, you don't fall; instead, it seems to suck the lif̥̠͛̍̓̐͞e from you bit by bit. You feel̮̳͇͇͉̠ your life sö̴͉ͤͮ̈̇̋̎ͅurce being pulled from your body, and you fl̦̹͔̃ͣ̓͊̍̉̚a̛͕̭͖͍̟̻̭ͯ͒ͥ̿͋̑i̩͖̤̳̠̩̱̍̒͗ͦ͗͢l ̣̘ͣ̌̓h͈̻̤̬ͯ̽̎͛͂op̡̑el̫̀̇̅̃̽͞e̛̤̖͕͇̲sͩ̇̓̈s̿ͮ̍l̐ͭ̈͋̚ ͊҉̫͔͔̗͖͇y̖̳̰̬̫ͭ̒͂ͩͭ ̸̦͉̅̅ͤ̊ͥ̈́ as it continues while you remain locke̘̻̝ͣd in place.

Arrow the Jolteon suffers 3 points of Purity damage.

You finally manage to break free and take off, trying to dodge the swiping and biting of the merciless dark entities around you. Through the moaning and groaning, you hear something that catches your attention: a whinnying sound. You frown, unsure what this could be, but sure that it sounds different from the monstrosities closing in around you. The thought of something tangible drives you forward until you come between two half-destroyed tombstones and your eyes fall to a small, brown pokemon shivering in the dirt. You rub your eyes with a paw, uncertain whether what you're seeing is real or not.

"H...hello? Are you real?" the pokemon asks in a young voice. You almost cannot believe your eyes as you realise that this is, indeed, a real pokemon. A mudbray. "Please...help me out of here. I'm scared! I...I hurt my leg." You look down, noting the somewhat mangled appearance of the mudbray's front left leg.

{Shivering Mudbray: <Medicine>} was noted in the Team Records.

You cringe, knowing there is nothing you can do for him right now. You tell him that someone who can help him will be back, and he protests a little before resigning to your answer and softly saying that he will be waiting.

Although you feel awful for the poor mudbray, you know you cannot withstand this torturous environment for much longer, and elect to depart immediately. You look over your shoulder at the mudbray as you come to the graveyard's boundaries, then turn and race off back toward the clubhouse.


Arrow the Jolteon (M: Electric)
Health: 10/10 | Sanity: 8/8 | Purity: 6/10
Battle Stance: Flee
Perk: Security
Trait: Nimble