#reskull

His first day back in the group chat since... everything. The few minutes he’d spent in there had been... overwhelming to say the least. And when he found out that the embodiment of Death was in Po Town, well... He needed a breather. He decided to walk around to clear his head so hopefully no one would be able to find him and drag him to see the giant bird of Death. Normally, he’d be all over meeting a new Pokemon, but... he’d almost died within the past week. He wasn’t keen on revisiting the idea.

He steered away from Papa’s since that was where the supposed Pokemon was. No need to directly head where it was supposed to be.

He gave a shiver as he walked, feeling exhaustion flow through his body. He was so tired lately. Memories in the form of nightmares plagued his nights so he hardly slept. Even with Papa, Cyan, and Plumes helping out, things weren’t getting better. His body, sure, but he still couldn’t fucking talk. Couldn’t bring himself to feel much. When he got overwhelmed he felt sick and ready to cry. Everything... was a mess. And it was his damn fault. If he just hadn’t--

He was startled by a huge dark shape just... laying there in the middle of a pathway. He didn’t know what it was so he slowly approached it.

As he got closer, he realized just exactly what the fuck it was.

It was exactly what he was trying to avoid in the first fucking place.