Silver had no idea about what had happened or even what was going on. The ambulances and the huge crowd scared him. Silver had went to visit Gold and only came upon a horrific scene. He wasn't even sure about what was going on but yet he knew something was dead wrong. "Hey...! Excuse me! Hey! What's going on?!" Silver asked as he shoved his way through the growing crowd that had appeared. He saw Gold's Mother crying, he could feel his stomach churn. "What's going on Ma'am?"

Gold was dead. The dumb and annoying dick was dead. They had said it was a suicide. But it made no sense to Silver. Gold wasn't suicidal, nor was his depressed. At least Silver thought so. Silver was the suicidal one so how did this happen? Silver was left feeling utterly devastated. He never thought he had cared about Gold in such a way. Now he lost his one and only friend. Silver hurried back to his home and started to cry.

One Week Later

Silver had been holed up in his room. He had refused to do anything. Yet there was this annoying Pokémon that was following him all over the place. If he remembered correctly it was called a Yamask. It was annoying yet Silver felt comfort in it. The only times Silver went outside was to go to Gold's wake and funeral. Both hadn't been too pleasant. Silver was much too disconsolate to even attempt suicide.
In the few days since Gold's funeral this Yamask had come to stay with Silver. Silver had even given it the nickname 'Goldy'. It wasn't anything really smart or good. It just felt right. Maybe it was the one thing that helped him actually do things like eat and drink water. At the funeral Silver saw a girl who introduced herself as Crystal, she ended up blaming Silver for Gold's death which made him feel like shit. Silver sighed and laid his head on his bed, Goldy was hovering around him, letting out a small cry. "I'm fine..." Silver whispered as he soon drifted off to sleep.

The Yamask kept a close eye on Silver. This was his fault after all. Because of what he did Silver was sad and utterly empty inside. The Yamask floated down and laid down beside Silver, letting out a small pitiful wail. Silver only let out a small groan before he wrapped his arms around the Yamask. The Yamask smiled slightly and soon drifted off to sleep...

"I swear this shouldn't be happening! Yamask don't live around here!" Crystal screamed. "I never asked for your option nor did I ask you to come join me while I picked up groceries." Silver retorted. "Well I didn't really want to come help you but this Yamask got me really interested. When did you say it appeared to you?" Crystal asked. "A few days after Gold's funeral, why do you ask?" Silver snapped. "Well don't you know anything about Yamask? It's the spirit of the dead! It usually carries around a mask that has is the face of when it was human. This Yamask doesn't have a mask but you know it's kind of interesting." Crystal said in an excited tone. "What? I barely picked up anything you said. Come along Goldy. We have to pick up some more cereal."

Silver stared at the Yamask. It was the spirit of deceased people, it usually carried around a mask of its human face. This one did not have a mask. Was it truly Gold? Silver wouldn't dare believe it. The Pokémon before him just couldn't be Gold. The Yamask stared intently at Silver. The eyes filled with sorrow, but it was normal, wasn't it? Silver reach out his hand and patted the Pokémon on the head. Silver mumbled a few words before he turned and headed down the stairs. He had things to do, that wouldn't involve the Yamask.