Red had just begun to stamp out the coals when a spray of frigid water washed over his feet. To his shock, it came from Nyoromo. When the last embers were steaming, the flow stopped, and Nyoromo looked up at Red.
"You- you did well Nyo. You did very well." Red glanced up. A dark speck had appeared in the sky, and was slowly growing larger. He heard a sound behind him. Turning, he saw the man running.
"Hey! Wait!" Red called. The man glanced back, and in doing so distracted himself and tripped. He hit the ground with a sickening crunch. His arm was twisted at an odd angle, as was a leg, and his staff protruded from his midsection. Red ran to him, and bent down. He heard the man weeping.
"Sir! Is there anything I-"
"Shut up! Shut up you ungrateful whelp! Look what you've done! You've damned us all by what you've done. You've-" Here the man groaned as he raised his head. "You've-" He stopped talking, his eyes looking past Red.
"By Arceus! It's M-" The man's eyes rolled back in his head, and blood poured from the sockets. His mouth opened far too wide, and his cheeks tore. Red watched in horror as his teeth elongated and sharpened, growing into a horrible grin. The staff grew thick, ripping the his torso, and it sprouted branches as it grew tall. The man's shoes tore as his toes and fingers reached into the ground, expanding into pallid, fleshy roots. Through the translucent substance, Red could see filthy blood coursing up into the tree, which stood dead and leafless. Red was horrified. When the man moaned again, he wondered how anyone could survive such a-
He will never die. Red turned and looked at a creature that radiated evil. Only slightly taller than Red, the humanoid had a catlike face. A cord of flesh ran from the back of its head to its back. A long tail swung lazily on the ground. It gestured, and there was a popping noise, and blood spattered upward. Red looked down and saw a scrap of blue flesh. Nyoromo was
Dead. Pokémon may not deserve to live, but they don't deserve the fate humans do. It's your kind that made me what I am. A pokémon in your image. Now I shall remake you. It raised a three fingered hand, and Red buckled. As he fell to the ground, he felt two things burst from his back. As they flapped, he realized they were wings. He turned to look at them, but his eyes had become stone. He tried to scream, but only a terrified whinny came from his mouth. As his mind shattered, all he knew was terror too great to be grasped.
The pokémon surveyed his work, and sensed the pain it had wrought. Still unsatisfied, it rose, and flew south to a small town called Pallet.