The damn Yamask was there once again. Silver despised it, he loathed it and yet he cared deeply for it. This was Goldy. The Pokemon that could just possibly be the spirit of Gold. Silver was thrilled yet deep inside he felt scared. What if Gold had become a Yamask because he couldn't move on? What if it was Silver's fault? Silver shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind. "I'm going for a walk Goldy. I rather be alone." The Yamask gave out a cry of protest but stayed put. "I'll be back shortly. I promise."
The promise was a lie. Silver wasn't going to be back anytime soon. In fact he had a plan. He was going to see how long it'd take before Goldy came looking for him. If the Yamask was truly Gold then it'd come looking for Silver due to worry. It wasn't the best plan but Silver wanted to try it. Silver took a deep breath before he entered the store in front of him. Temptations were all around.
"Now what can I get for you son?" The store owner asked. "Nothing at this time. I'm just looking." Silver said softly. The knives all looked so lovely. But he couldn't. He had to stay strong. The knives called out to him. There was even one with a golden handle... "...I think I'll take that one. Name your price and I'll give it to you!" Silver shouted. He had to get that knife.
It was now getting dark outside. No sign of the Yamask. Silver felt somewhat disappointed. Maybe it wasn't Gold after all. Silver held his new knife close to his chest. There was something about the darkness that made him shiver. There was a slight feeling of dread but of course the redhead ignored it. It was getting to be much too late. He had to hurry back home. Silver decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway. Not the best decision he came up with...
"Where do you think yer goin'?" A young male asked. "...I decline to give you an answer. Though I will suggest that you learn to speak properly before attempting to hit on a stranger." Silver casually stated. "I wasn't hittin' on you. Yer weird. Say what'cha got there? What'cha holdin'?" The male asked. "It's none of your concern. And I would have to say that you're the eldritch one." Silver snapped. "Eldritch? What da hell does that mean?" The male asked angrily. "May I suggest that you try to dilate your vocabulary?"
It all happened in one swift movement. The male had grabbed the knife out of Silver's hand and stabbed him. It hurt so much. Silver stared intently at the male before him. "You are so rudimentary." Silver spat out before he got stabbed once more. The pain was insufferable. Silver was starting to feel dizzy. So much of his blood had already been spilled. It covered the ground nicely... The male took off running and Silver couldn't help but laugh. "Oh course... My death would not be by my own hand but an utter stranger..."
The Yamask was growing restless. He had done his best to stay put but enough was enough. The Yamask hurried out of the open window and started to search for his beloved redhead. There just wasn't a good reason for him to be gone for six hours. It was highly fatuous. The Yamask paused at a window, catching a glimpse of his reflection. He no longer had his black spiky hair or golden eyes. Instead he was a Pokemon. He let out a small wail before he heard the sound of someone laughing.
Silver was now on the ground. The pain was too much. He couldn't take it anymore. It was too bad that the male had taken the knife with him. If not Silver could have and would have killed himself right there and then. As Silver laid there and thought about his life he noticed the pain was fading. It was fine. Silver was feeling so tired now. As he closed his eyes he thought he saw the Yamask. "...Go...ld...?"