Well as you may have heard, 2016 ended up being a ROTTEN year for me emotionally.

I have been seeing councilors, and I've figured out my depression was caused by a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from my nightmares reliving abuse in middle school; both physical and emotional/mental (not that it matters to the friends who abandoned me during my depression)

I've been watching a lot of gaming YouTubers, mainly those who make things more...funny...coping through humor...

Well...and then there was a computer game released...and with the release of Sun/Moon...I got an idea combining them...

"When it gets dark, they will awaken; the children's spirits will rise. They will kill you. I'll just walk out in the morning, stepping over your corpses, one by one."

A bipedal animatronic zoroark stood with his head down, jaw slack revealing sharp teeth. His right eye was covered by an eyepatch while it's left was a red one...his right hand had been replaced by a sharp, metal hook and he wore tattered brown pants. Suddenly, it jerked upwards, eye becoming completely black with a white pupil.

Delia Ketchum jumped backwards in fright. She had not been in this accursed children's pizzaria since her son went missing here; presumably murdered.

"His body had never been found. How could they not have secretly hoped he might come home, no matter how impossible they knew it was?"

The animatronic stared at her, eye patch flipping up revealing a mirror image of its black eye. It tilted its head, and then spoke in a gravelly voice..

"Mom..."

A small group of Legendary Pokemon stood in front of a group of run-down animtaronics, including the zoroark her little son possessed. The black and red bird shaped like the letter "Y" let out a chilling aura, along with the gray dragon, and they were transformed into the spirits within them...those kids; gray, thick streaming trails of tears pouring from their eyes to their feet, forever held in place. Then the blue deer let out an aura along with Ho-Oh letting ashes fall from its wings, the legendary guardian of the skies letting out a loud cry. Flesh and blood soon replaced the spirits, and the children looked at their own hands in shock.

It was startling for them, to not hear the grinding of gears with each motion...

"And if you trigger those spring locks, two things will happen: first the locks themselves will snap right into you, making deep cuts all over your body, and a split second later, all the animatronic parts, all that sharp steel and hard plastic will instantly be driven into your body. You will die, but it will be slow. You'll feel your organs punctured, the suit will grow wet with your blood, and you will know you're dying for long, long minutes. You'll try to scream, but you will be unable to: your vocal cords will be severed, and your lungs will fill with your own blood until you drown in it."

This man had a sinister grin as his eyes appeared dead as he held up the animatronic zoroark head and placed it on Ash's, his body rigid within the rest of the suit...

"They don't remember; they've forgotten. The dead do forget. All they know is that you are here, trying to take away their happiest day. You are intruders. You are grown-ups." Unbeknownst to the man with the dead eyes, the animatronic ninetales stood behind him, raising it's hook...