Dislcaimer: Do people even do these anymore.
Prologue: Eerie Happenings
It was a dark starry night outside of the small, simplistic town of Vientown. The small, simplistic town had a similarly small population; the town itself resembled a small lamppost compared to Pueltown which was more like a lighthouse in the light which they emitted to the night. Despite the varying degrees of light which they emitted, the two towns wouldn't be able to see the others' light at foot-level because of an obstacle that stood in the way.
Said obstacle was named after the smaller town, Vien Forest. The forest itself was a nice place to visit during the day, it held clear streams that washed down from the near mountains, the trees and other greens were lush, and even the Pokémon held more of a gentle nature to match their soothing surroundings.
However, there had recently been a rumor spreading around that kept even the bravest of kids, and teenage couples that had planned on fooling around in the forest, out of it at night. There hadn't been any actual sightings or sudden disappearances reported as of yet, but there had been many people who've strolled through the paths of the forest at night claiming that they've felt an ominous presence, as if someone or something had been viewing them in a predatory manner. Most people had either brushed it off as simple paranoia, but there were those who remained suspicious or became afraid and decided not to risk a night in the forest. As there had been no actual damage caused as of yet, the Ranger Station in Vientown decided that they would leave it at that but at least send someone to patrol it every evening just in case, and to humor their town.
It just so happened that that night a lone traveler had accidently set off too late for his quest towards Vientown from Pueltown, and ended up having to set up a camp in the forest to spend the night. Now he had been one of those who had caught wind of the rumor but brushed it off as simple sounds that people might've exaggerated. He was just about getting ready to finally head off to dream land; he was simply lying there idly, staring at the ceiling of the tent as if it would suddenly cast a spell that would knock him out instantly.
Just immediately after the clock turned eleven o' clock and eleven minutes, a pained howl rang throughout the forest which resulted in a sudden rise of deep growls resonating here and there in the forest.
Shaken by the sudden noise that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, the traveler slowly sat up from where he lay and internally debating whether to go outside and check out what was going on. After deciding that yes, I should check what's upsetting the Pokémon he got out of his tent after retrieving his flashlight from his backpack.
He promised himself he wouldn't stray too far off the path and to only go as far where his tent still remained within sight and he set off. Being a young male of only 20, he has had his fair share of scares in his life, but he doesn't think he ever felt one quite like this one. In fact, he didn't even know if what he was feeling was indeed fear or something else. He had told himself he didn't believe what those other people who had traveled through the forest at night had said but now he wasn't so sure.
'Can't really judge something until you've been through it yourself, huh?' he thought to himself.
As he kept hesitantly walking around he realized that the growling had died down. He began to think if he had imagined the whole thing. He quickly looked back to realized that he couldn't see his tent anymore.
"Well shit," he said before he could stop himself, although honestly there was no reason to as there was anyone around. Or so he thought.
He started to see if he could retrace his steps back when he heard some rustling in the trees above him. At first he ignored it and kept walking thinking it was just a sudden gust of wind, but as the rustling continued to follow him he couldn't ignore the goose-bumps rising up in his arms and decided to pause and looked up.
"God, those better be Combees or something," he swore as he raised his flashlight to be able to view what was causing the rustling up above him.
However, the rustling came to a sharp stop as soon as the light reflected on the tree's branches and leaves above, as if whatever had been causing it quickly fled or hid to remain unseen. The traveler began to feel afraid, the feeling slowly rising within him, as if tiny insects had begun to climb on him in hordes.
He jumped as he heard a loud thud behind him and he quickly turned around, quickly using his flashlight to identify whatever might have fallen from above him.
Alas, there was nothing there. The guy couldn't deny himself anymore, he was scared out of his wits and he slowly turned around before his walking slowly turned into a jog before a straight out run as he attempted to escape whatever was near him.
As he did so, the forest around him seemed to become alive once more, the bushes were moving, it almost looked as if the vines that hung from the trees were swinging, the forest was his heartbeat, moving fast with him. When his camp was within eyesight he sped up, filled with a tinge of hope.
'Almost there,' he chanted in his head.
In his hurry he miscalculated where he was going and ended up tripping on a tree root sticking up from the ground and his flashlight was knocked out of his hands.
"Shit," he swore once more. He quickly untangled himself from the branch but as he got up he noticed a shadow looming over him and looked up.
The forest that had thrummed with life with him was now dead silent and the only sound he could hear was his own panicked breath as his mind tried to make sense of what was in front of him.
A dark sound that almost resembled a chuckle was heard before screams echoed throughout the forest.
The traveler never made it back to his tent.