—it was cold, so cold. their strained exhales were visible in the almost lightless room, the frost creeping up their shadowy robes. how long had they been here, how long since they were taken, mutilated, changed? their bond increased to a point of fusion, an ultimatum of bonds between yveltal and themselves. they didn’t even have a name, other than one assigned by their captors.
(subject 05)
the damned collar around their neck banished their abilities, their only claim to themselves was their form. standing erect at ten feet, robes of lightless black, and a skull of a pokemon, black horns arching from its base. their mutation was visible to all, glowing red and eating away at their arm was the mark of yveltal, runes of ancient tongues snaking around their arm. they just wanted freedom, they just wanted to free the rest of their fellows.
a voice stabbed at the dark, calling out to anyone that may be near to hear it.
—“help us”
