Literature
Creepypasta: For Want of a Hero
You may have heard of me.
My name is Hero, the Scyther. I see how you cringe; I'm dead, you say. That I am, but I assure you, I will not harm you. Why hurt the innocent?
That's a question I wish I could ask Moonshine.
I understand that she went insane, but I may be a bit biased, because I love her. Yes, I still love her, even after she cursed my best friend and murdered me. I only wish she could have gone back into a state of stability.
Moonshine isn't dead. She never was. Her grave holds nothing but hard-packed earth, and she roams Kanto, leaving chaos in her wake. I hate her for it. It's a horrible feeling to hate the one you love the m