AN: Yes, the POV is quite odd for this one.
I was inspired by a documentary on the Eastern Penitentiary. If you aren't that bothered by torture, sadism, mental instability, and some gore, you should go check it out. It's pretty interesting.
Immortal Prison
Froslass
It freezes prey by blowing its -58 degree F breath. It is said to then secretly display its prey
-Platinum Version
The worst part about it is the silence.
You can't hear anything but your own heartbeat, which you imagine slows down every day. But it doesn't. Miraculously, you continue living in the mute.
But you wish your heart would just stop.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
You think you're going to go mad, and you wish nothing more than for the ice encasing your body to melt. Because in your frozen prison, you can't see, you can't feel, you can't breathe.
But you're still alive.
Time passes slowly, and you peer out from the crystalline cage, unable to see past the distorted patterns. You imagine that your friends and family are standing around you, trying to break the ice open, calling for you, letting you know that they love you and they'll never let you go.
But you know that they probably gave up searching ages ago.
All hope is lost.
The ice will preserve you, and thanks to your exceptionally unique brain structure, you will remain alive.
And you still wish you would just die.
Because you're all alone, frozen in place, frozen in your own private little world. No one will ever find you, and you're stuck in the silence, forever listening to your steady pulse.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Sometimes you talk to yourself. You scream out, but no sound escapes your frostbitten lips. You can't even twitch. But it doesn't matter. You can't feel your body, anyways. The only part of you that moves is your eyes, which rotate around and try to see past the ice, desperately clinging onto your last bit of sanity.
Sometimes she pays a visit.
You can't clearly see her. She's nothing but a bunch of purple and white prisms, blending in with her snowy surroundings. She stares back into your eyes, taunting you. That demon beast, damned from the icy crevices of hell. You want nothing more than to twist a claw in her gut, hear her screech out and feel the satisfaction of destroying the creature.
You're stuck with her forever, after all. There's plenty of time to plot your revenge.
Time is meaningless now.
You know that there are others. There may even be another victim right next to you. It's maddening, knowing that you are isolated while so close to other actual living beings. All you want to do is convulse and collapse on the ground, scream and clutch your head, making as much noise as possible. You want to claw at your face, just to feel the pain and warm blood trickle down your body. You want to bite down on your arms, feel your fangs penetrate skin and fur, be reassured that you are alive. But all you can do is watch.
Watch and wait, knowing that you have lost your sanity.
Forever.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
AN: I don't know what pokemon 'you' are. Use your imagination. An Ursaring, maybe?
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