do you all remember the ruins of alph?
how about the unowns?
adorable little fucks arent they?
well this is my interpritation of the unown

i used the unown H as a base because it is easily understood
H in unown is the equivalent of help in the english language.
H=Help
you will also find M = Make
and F = Find
imagine that the unown's eye are not a single organ but contain there entire organ system, the brain and the stomache in one encasement.
imagine the mouth hangs helplessly at the bottom if its body while the gi tract drags behind it as it painfully pulls itself across the cold stone floor because levatating is biologically impossible, "dragging" is the only way for these creatures to move about its dark souroundings.
imagine your wandering into these pitch black underground caves as these creatures scream in pain as they shakily pull there bodies across the floor with there gangly misshapen limbs, desperately crawling toward you, you can seee there exposed spinal system over there back and there hips supporting tiny legs that they use to keep themselves balanced as there front "legs" twitch and crack under pressure and there nerves exposed to the cold.
there screams are high pitched and can be herd over miles and radiowaves. they are in so much pain and there screams can haunt you wherever you go, if you have a radio you are never safe, they claw at the crevices in the ground flesh peeling back over bone over the milennia theyve been stuck down here, there bodies have become misshapen.
now imagine you are one of them, and you see a strange creature wander into your domain, the domain you cannot escape because you have not the strength to climb up walls and through the scarce exit with your bent and pitiful stick like limbs, you crawl desperately towards this creature screaming for help, you dont care what they do to you, wether they rescue you or slaughter you you just want the hundreads of years of pain and suffering to end, youve been dragging your body through your own waste for countless years, you have infection all over your body, all you want is death or out. you drag yourself closer and closer to the unknowing being, teeth, and flesh and exposed jaw bone scraping painfully across the stone ground and putrid waste, your entrails follow behind you and your retna peels back at the light bothering your kidney that it lands on, yet you still manage to see through some parts of your single damaged eye, the look of pure terror on the creatures face as it dashes up the only way out leaveing you forever in the place you never left, you you cant find it in you to stop screaming out of pain and abandonment.

my take on the pokemon world is not a happy one
period.
yet i love these things

umbrulla