Are you scared of the dark?

I often watched the small boy with the fluffy hair from afar, wondering why he sat alone or why the other children didn’t want to play with him. I thought maybe it was because he would glare at them, but the only reason to glare was because of them in the first place, and they only did so out of anger. He told them stories about the shadow that followed him (me) and that seemed to make them angry… but I didn’t know why. He wasn’t lying… he was being honest.

It wasn’t until one lonely day at the orphanage that I approached the small boy with the fluffy hair, after all the other children had lucked out and went home with new trainers for the holiday, leaving poor fluff head to sit alone like always… but this time he truly was alone.

And then there was the power… it went out because I accidentally chewed through the wires. I really meant no harm… but the metallic taste was just so good…

Anyways… the boy sat alone in the dark whimpering, too scared to call to people to come get him, and too awake to even consider falling asleep—he was a night owl that was for sure, and he hated the mornings.

Little fluffhead… I crooned, unable to stand the way he soaked his face in tears as I approached him—he must be so happy to finally see me up close. I won’t hurt you…

The boy shrank within himself, curling up his knees to his chest in the rickety old bed he sat in, a scarf far too big wrapped around his neck and a pair of shoes keeping his feet warm because the orphanage was so poor they couldn’t afford proper heating. The boy trembled as I reached out to him, my yellow eyes reflecting in the dark of the room.

Are you scared of the dark? I asked. There is nothing to be afraid of… I love the dark.

“A—are yo—you a ghost?” the child ignored my question about the dark in exchange for one of his own.

I nodded. I’ll be your friend too, little fluffhead.

“A—are you a pokemon?” He repeated.

Yes little fluffhead… I am a pokemon.

“Gengar.” He repeated the sound I made, reaching out with a small pudgy hand to me. I felt my face turn up in a strange smile and with a little effort I made myself solid before him, so that he could feel the warmth in my fur. His fingers brushed back against my ear gently—and it sure did feel good.

“I—I’ll be your friend…” The child vowed. “But you have to stay with me… cus its dark.”

I nodded

There is no need to be afraid of the dark…


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LITTLE FLUFFHEAD~~~~ <3 <3 <3

I wanted to draw Morty as a young child... and then i thought why not Gengar as well? and so this scattered mindset of this pokemon came out~ <3

how Gengar and Morty because partners...

Gengar thinks Morty is a fluffhead... because... well... isnt he?