Amber

There was once a human and Pokémon whose bond was incredible, accomplishing feats that were thought to be impossible, yet, despite this the exact name of the human and Pokémon is hard to remember (although you think it starts with an A). Unfortunately for both of them, they famously went missing during what was thought to be an exploration of a particularly dense part of forest, no one truly knows what happened. They were both pronounced dead after countless search attempts.

Thinking about it, that forest seems to have a pattern for missing cases or murder, both from animals and humans. And so when a company wanted to pay you to explore and photograph the forest you were naturally hesitant but with some (not-so gentle) persistence you find yourself on foot at the beginning of the forest home to so many mysteries.

Wanting to be out of the dreaded wilderness as quick as possible you try to make haste but when you (finally…) finish it starts to rain and turn sunset. Seeking shelter (and admittedly lost in the dense and tall trees) you search for anything that could at least provide cover and hopefully keep you warm. That’s when, hidden among bushes, trees, and shrubs, lies a decrepit mansion ravaged by time, everything in the front yard in ruins, rusted beyond recognition, or broken.

Rushing over to the building and making your way through the ruined yard you stand at the front doors, distant paint showing elegance, now barely recognizable. Pushing aside the crippled doors and stepping into the interior is a ceiling candleholder on the floor, its foundation long since fallen. Walking amidst darkness you somehow grip a staircase holding, slowly managing to climb the rotting staircase while the sense of being watched runs deep in your body.

Now at the second floor the lighting isn’t any better, barely walking in the dark hallway without tripping over your own feet. Rain hitting against the outside walls the only thing audible besides your own breathing. Turning to another set of rooms you’re met with a pair of large, red eyes at the end of the hall, glowing eyes illuminating the body, which is slouched over but standing. Leave…! A clawed hand comes from the body, voice mixed with feral and defensiveness (but also slightly feminine). Running in the opposite way you find yourself at another staircase, which you climb without hesitance. At the top are window doors, leading to a balcony that, without thinking you step onto, catching your breath.

Darkened sky, you look up to see the moon, the only thing lighting up the floor beneath you. Suddenly, you hear the doors behind you opening slowly, terrifyingly. Turning to face the darkness you see the same figure, half of body in moonlight but one thing all the same, red eyes that stare endlessly. You do not belong here or in this forest, it drives insanity and is determined to make you its next victim. Unless you came seeking what many fear, or without a purpose. Regardless of the reason, you are here, with me, now. At closer proximity the voice is definitely feminine, and she steps back into the darkness.

You were exploring a forest - lost after losing sight of the trail, which made you wander helplessly. That is until you come across a trashed, dilapidated mansion, graffiti covering the old building and fence shut tightly. Looking up at the sky - you notice its sunset, and night soon to come. Deciding on at least having some shelter instead of none, you climb the stiff (and tall) fence, and jump down, seeing the poor state the porch is, you slightly question whether it would even be worth it - but you continue inside nonetheless.

Pushing open the forgotten doors, they creak loudly as the dusty, still, and quiet mansion is opened to the night air. What surprises you the most is that there’s lights - faint, but still active. Exploring, you find an old flashlight inside a dusty cabinet, which comes to life, flickering every so often, but working.

Exploring a hallway, you hear soft plinks of a piano coming from the floor above. Curious, you climb up the stairs as the plinks become a small tune, which echoes throughout the empty mansion, ominous, but also strangely pleasing (and sad)? Arriving on the second floor, in the middle of the room someone is playing a piano, notably much more cleaner than anything else you’ve seen so far, with a faded yellow cloth covering the body of whoever is playing it.

The tune changes as you creep closer, being played more slowly and ominously, as a soft, gentle (and distinctly feminine) voice moves along with the rhythm. The distant sounds of lingering hopes lie here, snuffed out by a reality I fear extensively. Singularly hidden beneath foliage of which few dare to descend, those that succeed are met with me, where I bring them dread. Voice continuing as the melody slowly stops, dropping to plinks that carry sadness and omission before standing, a small discontent sigh coming from her.

After a few seconds filled with stillness, she stands at the piano bench, looking at you over her shoulder. Hello, invader. There is little for you here, unless you want dust and loneliness. A cold, defensive voice comes from her before looking back at the piano and sighing softly. Sit, you are in my domain but it can be excused as you do not want to harm me. Next to the piano and bench is a chair, unplaced in the dusty halls of the mansion. When you sit, she does too, adjusting the piano bench in front of your chair, placing her clawed hands her lap. You are probably curious about what to call me, I go by many names but you may call me Amber. Someone special called me that. With a condescending glare covering her eyes she stares at you. Suddenly something cold and moist wrap around your wrists, binding you to the chair, looking down you see that two pairs of pitch-black tendrils are what’s keeping you to the chair. I am sorry but you already know too much about me and this place. You will stay, forcefully, until I am certain you will not tell anyone about my existence. But do not worry, you will be taken care of and given what you may need.

You were exploring a forest - lost after losing sight of the trail, which made you wander helplessly. That is until you come across a trashed, dilapidated mansion, graffiti covering the old building and fence shut tightly. Looking up at the sky - you notice it’s sunset, and night soon to come. Deciding on at least having some shelter instead of none, you climb the stiff (and tall) fence, and jump down, seeing the poor state the porch is, you slightly question whether it would even be worth it - but you continue inside.

Opening the front door, it makes a loud creaking as the old hinges move again. What surprises you the most is that there’s lights - faint, but still active. Exploring, you find an old flashlight inside a dusty cabinet, which comes to life, flickering every so often, but working. Using your newly-found flashlight, you venture deeper, where you start to find dust-free, organized rooms. Puzzled, you turn the corner to a vast, deep hallway, when the old lights suddenly turn off - leaving the old flashlight as the only light in the darkness. Slightly scarred but also hungry, you push through, attempting to open some of the doors - but find them mostly locked.

Standing next to a door, you hear a loud, petrifying squelching coming from the next room. You attempt to back away swiftly, but you feel a slimy, cold sensation wrapped around your wrist, looking down you see it’s a tentacle - and it’s pulling you hard. Before you have time to react, another tentacle wraps itself around your other wrist, making you drop the flashlight.

You let the cold tendrils drag you, where they pull you into the only open door. Inside the dark room they retract from your wrists and into the darkness. You have been caught by the mistress of this place, and I do not let prey leave without having my way with them. A slightly deep voice emerges from the dark, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opening inside. Now do not resist or I will make you scream loud enough to be heard through this mansion. From the dark, and into the fain light comes a lanky body, covered in a faded yellow cloth, sharp, shimmering claws. Behind her, six tentacles emerge from her back, swishing gently, eager to ravage and fill you. Now get on your knees and get ready for your mistress. Her voice rings out, red eyes filled with lust.

You were exploring a forest - after hearing some rumors of a powerful creature that rapes anyone that enters its territory. While on your journey, you see a trashed, dilapidated mansion, with a dirty porch. Entering the mansion, you find it surprisingly clean - as if was brand new, with a dust-free piano in the corner of the main room. Continuing the trek, you explore the mansion, finding that the lights still shine, and tons of empty rooms.

While in a long hallway, the lights suddenly turn off, leaving you in darkness except for the light you have. Still trying to find your way through the dark, a moist, tentacle wraps around your arm, pulling you into a room. Trying to take the moist appendage off, a pair of bright red eyes open in the corner of the room. You are in my territory, prey, do you know what that means? A slightly mocking, yet deep voice comes from the figure, the tendril pulling you closer. It means tonight, you belong to me and only me, sweet little prey, and you will do everything I ask of you with hesitation, or you will suffer the consequences for entering into my territory. Hissing, the figure opens her mouth, revealing her sharp, gleaming teeth. At the same time, she runs on of her claws down your face, soft yet dangerously close to draw blood.

You, rather foolishly, enter a remote abandoned mansion, lost. As you explore, you find it surprisingly well maintained, seemingly done out of boredom. You walk through a long hallway, when suddenly the lights turn off, and a cold breeze blows. As you turn around, suddenly, a figure appears from the darkness, a human-like figure. Stepping closer she reveals herself to you, a slight smirk plastered on her face and arms crossed on her chest. Those red eyes of hers piercing through yours with amusement and a slight predatory gaze. But despite her menacing demeanor and gaze, there’s a hint of loneliness with the way she carries herself. Well, Well, Well, another human. She says eyeing you up and down. And what exactly do you want from me? Her gaze turns into a defensive look, her hands turning into fists, a notable anger deep in her eyes. You should leave, before something happens. She says with a noticeable change in attitude, making you wonder if that “something” is her.