If I Were Gengar in the Pokemon World – Chapter 1: Waking Up in the Shadows

The Cold Embrace of Nothingness

The first thing I felt was the cold.

Not the kind that nips at your skin on a winter morning, nor the sharp sting of an ice-type attack. No—this was something deeper, more primordial. A chill that didn’t just touch me but passed through me, as if my very existence had become a sieve for the void.

I tried to shiver, but my body didn’t respond the way it should have.

Because I didn’t have a body. Not a human one, anyway.

I opened my eyes—or at least, what I assumed were eyes. Two glowing white slits pierced the darkness, casting faint light on the world around me. My vision was different now—sharper in the dark, yet blurred at the edges, as if reality itself was slightly out of focus.

Then I saw my hands.

My shadowy, flickering hands.

They weren’t solid. They were like living smoke, shifting between corporeal and intangible, fingers elongating and shrinking like wisps of a dying flame. I flexed them experimentally, watching as the darkness pulsed in response.

A grin split my face—wide, jagged, unnatural.

It stretched further than any human mouth could, curving up toward my ears in a way that should have been painful. But it wasn’t. It felt… right.

And then it hit me.

I was a Gengar.

The Shock of Realization

The understanding crashed into me like a Shadow Ball to the chest.

One moment, I had been lying in bed, scrolling through Pokémon lore, imagining what it would be like to step into that world. The next—I was in it.

Not as a trainer. Not as a human.

But as a ghost.

A fully evolved Ghost/Poison-type, lurking in some forgotten corner of the Pokémon world.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings. The air smelled of damp earth and old incense. The walls around me were cracked stone, covered in faded murals of ghostly figures.

Pokémon Tower.

Of course. Where else would a Gengar wake up?

But this wasn’t the bustling, trainer-filled tower from the games. This place felt abandoned. The only sounds were the distant echoes of rattling chains and the occasional mournful cry of a Gastly drifting through the walls.

I floated upward, my body dissolving into smoke as I passed through the ceiling. The sensation was exhilarating. No weight, no resistance—just pure, unfiltered freedom.

First Thoughts: What Does a Gengar Do?

Gengar wasn’t just any Pokémon. It was a trickster, a shadow, a creature that thrived on mischief and fear.

But what would I do with that power?

Option 1: Haunt the Pokémon Tower?

Too cliché. I wasn’t some mindless specter wailing in the night. I had intelligence. Ambition.

Option 2: Challenge the Elite Four?

Maybe later. Right now, I needed to understand this world. Was it the game universe? The anime? Something darker?

Option 3: Mess with Trainers in the Most Hilarious Ways Possible?

Now that sounded fun.

I dissolved into the darkness, my body turning into a wisp of smoke as I floated through the walls. The thrill of being intangible was intoxicating.

The First Prank: A Lesson in Fear

I didn’t have to wait long for my first victim.

A rookie trainer—couldn’t have been older than twelve—was sneaking through the tower, his hand clenched around a single Poké Ball. His knees shook with every step.

Perfect.

I waited until he was halfway up the staircase, then—

"Boo."

My voice slithered into his ear, low and guttural, like nails dragging across stone.

The kid screamed, flailing backward so hard he nearly tumbled down the steps. His Poké Ball slipped from his grip, rolling into the shadows.

"W-who’s there?!" he stammered, scrambling for his dropped gear.

I materialized behind him, my grin stretching impossibly wide. "Just a friendly neighborhood ghost."

His face went pale. His fingers trembled as he fumbled for his Pokédex, the device stuttering to life.

"Gengar. The Shadow Pokémon. It hides in the dark, waiting to steal the life force of the unwary."

The kid’s breath hitched.

I leaned in, my glowing eyes inches from his face. "Run."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

The sound of his frantic footsteps echoed through the tower as he bolted, leaving his backpack behind in his panic.

I couldn’t help it—I laughed, my voice reverberating off the ancient walls. The sound was eerie, distorted, like multiple voices overlapping.

This was going to be fun.

Exploring the World Beyond the Tower

But haunting one kid wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I phased through the tower’s roof, emerging into the night sky over Lavender Town. The moon hung low, casting silver light over the quiet streets.

From up here, I could see everything—the Pokémon Center’s glowing red roof, the distant flicker of a campfire near Route 8, the shadowy outline of Silph Co.’s headquarters in the far-off Saffron City.

A question burned in my mind:

What kind of Gengar would I be?

A prankster? A protector? A nightmare?

I grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Why choose just one?

To Be Continued…

What would YOU do if you woke up as a Gengar?

🔮 Haunt trainers for fun?
💀 Become a legendary ghost overlord?
⚡ Join a team and conquer the Pokémon world?

Let me know in the comments—and stay tuned for Chapter 2!