Third person POV:

A lone parcel left in Springville still laid there shaking with its contents. A woman caressed it smoothly. "That sick little kid just left you out here in the cold" she shuddered. "I know your pain. Soon you will be free and you can complete your mission." Her caressing intensifies. "It is time my child" she grabbed a knife and pressed it into the box cutting away the tape that still held after all these years. A purple hand reached from the opening in the box and yelled "GENGAR!". The woman grabbed gengars hand. "I know you need strength my child, you have a long journey ahead. I will give you all that I have left." The gengar passed through the woman and the colour rushed from her skin as she fell gently to the soft dirt road.

Gengar trekked through the same forest that Karl trekked through innocently all those years ago. Gengar passed by the rusted body of a lampent, its flame whipped away by the wind. Gengar passed through the place where Karl fought the spinaraks, but time destroyed all memories of that distant battle. Gengar passed through the forest into the metropolis of Bloomtown. Gengar slunk along the alleys, staying out of view. Eventually gengar came to an abandoned warehouse. Gengar passed through the wooden door. Gengar strode through the rows and rows of shelves and came to a hole drilled into the steel floor. A shoddy rope ladder hung from the top of the hole, but gengar had no need of that. Gengar leaped into the hole and landed in a circular chamber. Freshly lit torches adorned the ornate stone walls. There were seven pillars surrounding a centre pillar. There were already six other gengar's on top of the other pillars, they had been waiting. Gengar levitated to take his spot on the empty pillar. The gengars raised their claws and each shot their own stream of purple energy at the centre. They stopped and a swirling mass of purple flame roared on the centre pillar. One by one the flame visited the gengars, tearing them apart in a raging inferno of purple flame. The gengars tried to escape, but the hole that let them in had closed. Each of the gengars died, and nobody above could hear their screams. The roaring purple flame settled on the centre pillar and twisted its way into the shape of an innocent little girl.