Dark and Lonely Water
Just a quick one-shot based of off a creepy commercial and my honest opinion of Panpour. Don't know why, but I never saw him as a happy go lucky monkey, to me it always represented the more abysmal part of the water. Could be called a creepy pasta, if you really stretch your imagination.
The Lostlorn Forest offers many a thing to the traveler. Shade and cool wind in the summer, a nice place to relax, a wide variety of wild Pokémon to see, catch and train. But as with all places in the world, there are its darker parts. There is, within the well shaded groves of its trees a single solitary pond. It is neither large enough to be very noticeable, nor too small as to escape the wandering eye. The weeds will not grow there. Nothing will. Even the grass of the forest seems to wilt and yellow the closer it gets to the gray banks. No matter the time of year, the air around it is always heavy with fog and mist. Almost concealing it to those that would not be looking for it.
It is here that I live.
I am the spirit of dark and lonely water. Ready to trap the unwary, the show-off, the fool. This is the kind of place some might expect to find me. However, there are those that don't. I look too ordinary to them to cause any harm.
I'm only water.
Dark lonely water.
But my pool is deep. This boy is showing off. Attempting to retrieve his friend's ball in my water.
The bank is slippery.
His body does not make a large splash as it hits, or a loud one. And afterwards there is nothing else to see or hear.
Only water.
Dark lonely water.
The show off's are easy. But the unwary ones are easier still.
The girl climbs across the branch growing over my water, reaching out to the bright apple growing at the very end.
This branch is weak. Rotten. It will never take her weight.
The snapping sound disturbs the quiet surrounding my water, as does the following splash. Then all is quiet again.
Only water.
Only a fool would try to swim in water so cold. So dark. So lonely. But there is one born every minute. Under the water there are traps. Old cars, tangled weeds, hidden depths.
It's the perfect place for an accident .
The swimmer's screams for help will not penetrate the fog and gloom, they are carried away by the wind. But they still thrash about as some unseen thing holds them where they are, their mouths only barley above the deep water.
And then they feel the soft touch of a cold hand on their shoulder. And they turn and see the Panpour, floating in the water with them. And it smiles a small reassuring smile. And they relax. For only a moment.
And a moment is all it takes.
The touch becomes harder and forceful, and it grips them, and it pulls them down. Down into the water. The dark and lonely water.
But I still smile.
I do so long after the light of the surface is gone, and the darkness of the water is complete. And the air has long since left their body. And then it's gone. Leaving me alone again. With the water.
Only water.
Dark and lonely water.