Slowmara's Clutches
A TFS-Lore creepypasta based on 10 seconds from nuzlocke silver
As they walked through the cave, TANTOR marching proudly forward, Slowmara watched, her dead-red eye's never leaving his back, Slowmara had always heard the three voices that commanded the 29-year-old…. thing. While he had no clear purpose other than the death of trainers Pokemon and these "Gym Badges" the voices had another plan, they often talked of someone named "LAKIGR" a champion the three voices had brought from the ground up, a champion they had corrupted from the start, Punish the weak, reward the strong. This was the motto they held, a motto that had led them to victory… and betrayal.
Slowmara desired to know more, she wanted to peer into their Reality, into their minds. She wanted to know more. So deep within the cave it happened, TANTOR could feel a strange tingly sensation going up his legs. "T-TANTOR?!" he yelled with his general unwavering voice, but at the back of his throat, Slowmara could hear it, the boy felt uneasy. The feeling continued to go up TANTOR's body, he felt cold, he tried to turn to his faithful companion but found himself paralyzed, within time he felt it, a hand on his cheek when he forced himself to look down he saw his body wrapped in pitch-black hair, and when he looked up Slowmara was floating in front of him. Staring directly into his eyes, no his soul.
"won teiuQ…." Her entropic voice spoke in his mind however he could not understand her words, the sweat fell down his body soaking into the hair that entrapped him, "TANTOR" he said loudly, unable to change his pitch. "reniart raed ym peeeeelS." She said as her body slowly began to fade into his head, Lanipator, Kirran and Grant BTW watched in horror as she slowly came out of their TV, "Slow slotsrednu uoy nac" That's when Slowmara realized the truth, she had unimaginable power….but she was nothing more than an idea, an idea created by these sick and twisted three, she existed within the world for THEIR entertainment.
The beings of her world had always feared her, her unrivaled psychic power made her godlike, but these beings, THESE MONSTERS, are what they should fear, as he psychic powers scanned them she learned the horrible truth, she had never existed, her memories were a lie, her existence merely came to be upon the whim of these 3, empowered by the thralls they controlled, nearly 480,000 minds under the control of their mere voices. They wielded such power yet they were afraid of HER?! Something they created without a second thought! She shrieked in anger her hair quickly going for them, within that second the tv was turned off, and she ceased to exist. They would block this moment out of their minds, forget about it from trauma, and Slowmara would always know the truth… that she was a tool of entertainment. And she could do nothing about it.