“In the Yami Region, necrotrainers and pokémon flesh-artisans are known for building frightful teams from the reanimated dead. Only the most stalwart trainers venture into the region to seek adventure and do battle, and few of their pokémon return the same…”
 
You’re traveling the winding trails through southern Yami on your way to Mandrake City when suddenly you realize the insects have stopped chirping. Moments later this abomination parts the tar-coated bushes along the side of the path, levitating unnaturally toward you. You can tell it was once an ampharos, but what should have been a cute cry has been reduced to a gurgling moan. You wince, your head starting to pound as its baleful psychic daggers dig into your skull like fanged worms, no emotion but malignant hate in its sunken eyes. Since when were they psychic? Its fingerless arms flail unsettlingly as it draws closer, the rusty iron augmentations bolted into them stained with what could be old, dried blood. You feel a deep sense of foreboding as you pluck your trusty rattata’s pokéball from its slot on your belt, preparing as best you can for a fight.
 
Just a fun random thing i sketched up last night! Enjoy
 
Sometimes drawing something totally random is a lot of fun :)