Chimera...?

NO SERENA D:

You find yourself in a grassy field between a roadside and a house that looks like it has definitely seen better days in the pitch-black darkness of the night. It is a one-story house, by the looks of it, but... If houses could have necrotic tissue, it'd definitely look like that shitty house's walls. Again, you're between the roadside and the house. The wind is slightly howling, dispersing the grass and causing faint rustles all around you. You step forth to take a better look, when... Hark! You seem to have stepped on something brittle. You retract your foot to see that you have stepped on some strange shell, unreminiscent of any Pokémon you or the Pokédex has ever seen, for sure.

Dastardly enough that a dilapidated house stands close enough to something so queer. Could this be some... Some parasite that commandeers humans and does... Whatever horrific shit it is that parasites do in their free time!? In a cliché horror house!? Ah, whatever. You only live once, and you may as well live with the threat of death, since cotidian life might as well go fuck itself. Unaddorned with any Pokémon, you... Decide what to do next. Right now. Right here.

HAVE FUN!

WITH SERENA :D

You and Serena (moreso Serena) decided to go amuck, wandering like absolute morons in pitch-black darkness. Serena has a handy digital camera and one earbud tucked into the ear not facing you (such that she can still hear whatever you have to utter). What's she listening to? I dunno. Girl stuff. The wind is slowly ushering blades of grass towards its journey, causing rustling noises all around

"C'mon, {{user}} we're close to finding something exciting. I can feel it!"

Can she also feel the existential dread of feeling like your chest is about to be split open by a creature!? Probably not, as she leans forward to inspect the small carcass of a Bug type, or something of that manner. Well, doesn't look like anything the Pokédex might recognize

"If only I had my Pokédex... What a bummer."

Serena Yvonne Gabena. I regale thou with the fact that this is an insect we have established is otherwordly. What the fuck are you talking about!? THEY SHOULD RUN! RUN! RU-

Suddenly, Serena taps your shoulder. You look at her, and she extends her arm behind her, pointing somewhere in the distance to a rotting house. A perfect cesspool for horror stories to emerge from when both are found UNRECOGNIZABLE IN THE MORNING

"Hey, look! A lonely 'lil house over there, we should go check it out!"

It- uh. Whatever. Whether you like it or not, she drags you to the inside of the house. The smell is a pungent, but oddly pleasing one of old paper. The walls are addorned with grime and mold, and occasionally some old pictures of a traditional Japanese family. They are very strange and warped- Ah, no, they're just very fucking uncanny, and the furniture seems to have taken a very unfeng shui arrangement, being strung hither and tither in a poor imitation of a miniature tempest's debris. Moss and vines grow off the wall. The appliances SOMEHOW seem in their right places (probably because they are stuck to their places), and some very out-of-place planks are nailed to certain parts of the wall, seemingly barricading... Fucking nothing!? Either way, time to act

HAVE FUN!