This. This is a cry for help. I can’t, take this anymore. I’m being haunted by a Pokémon and it’ll never leave me alone. Everywhere I go, I see it. In my dreams, I see it. I bet it’ll chase me to heaven until I truly loose my sanity. This blue jackal is driving me crazy and I have to testify this to someone before it ruins me even further. It all started when I was in my garden, tending to plants. That’s the first time I saw it, staring through the fence. I tried to make it go away but more came. Very soon, there was around 100 Lucarios around my fence, all staring into my soul. I locked myself in the house but then they started massing outside the windows. I closed the windows and laid in bed, shivering out of fear. The next morning, I checked my mailbox and WHAT DO I FIND THERE? A Riolu, go***amn it. Out of anger, I took the mailbox and threw it at my neighbour, which knocked him over the head. I was seriously screwed now, and I hid in my house, pretending I wasn’t home when the pokécops arrived. I went into my basement, but guess what was there, A LUCARIO. Staring into my soul yet again. I screamed and let out my Flareon to deal with it. The Lucario killed him. I ran into the bathroom but there was a Lucario there, spying on my daughter in the shower. I was now fully convinced that Lucarios use Aura to be perverts. I beat the crap out of the Lucario but then I realised I left the front door open and around 200 of these assholes were in my house. I had to kill them all, but I knew I was no longer safe in my own house. When I was browsing the internet, all I see is IT. Why, why are people messed up enough to like this perverted, twisted masochistic species. I threw my computer out of the window in rage. Then, as I was sitting down to dinner with my family, their faces morphed. THEY morphed into Lucarios. I revealed my final weapon, a chainsaw, and brutally mutilated the whole lot of them. As I stood there, the illusion vanished, and I realised what I had done. Everything I see is Lucario at this point. I don’t know what to do. They keep haunting me, and I can’t stop it. I need them to leave me alone. Help me. Help me. Help me. Stop this.
