Having just recently stolen a Pokémon, Silver fled toward Cherrygrove City, escaping the crime scene. At the front entrance, he bumped into the trainer he saw choosing a starter earlier. An easy first fight; his Totodile was much better than that guy's Cyndaquil. Silver challenged the trainer to a fight, determined to put this weakling in his place.
However, things didn't go as planned. While Silver's Totodile initially did some majour damage, he could now barely aim with all the smoke covering the battlefield. But fighting wasn't the only issue. There was something... off with his opponent and his Pokémon. The trainer rarely spoke, and, when he did, he spoke with an inhumanely deep voice, the sound somehow coming out distant, like it wasn't his own. A heavy shade hung over his eyes like a dark fog, and he never made eye contact with Silver; hell, he wasn't even supervising the battle! His Cyndaquil didn't look so good either, and not because of the fighting. Most Cyndaquil keep their eyes closed, but this one had its eyes wide open, a vacant stare occupying its face. The Cyndaquil constantly looked dazed and overtaxed; it was a miracle it could even fight. And fight it did.
Eventually, Silver's Totodile was defeated. The trainer was barely moving before, but, at this, he jerked into a straighter position, as if to prepare for something. Silver didn't want to stick around to know what it was, as a dread beset him. The trainer was staring directly at him, and Silver could finally see his eyes. They were soulless; like staring into an abyss, there was nothing there. Yet, Silver could feel it; there was a force guiding the man with malicious intent, and he was just in the way. Silver scrambled to retrieve his Pokémon and get away, but he dropped his trainer card in the process. No time to get it; the man was already stooping down to collect it, his body almost sagging in the process. As he ran his fingers over the plastic, turning it over to reveal its owner's name, he twisted his body toward Silver, with one word left on his tongue: "GOODBYE". Fumbling, Silver tripped, and landed hard. Perhaps too hard, because his body started to sting. Then, it started to burn. Craning his neck to assess the damage, horror crept along Silver's face as he saw that large, black masses of something errant and jagged were engulfing chunks of his body at a time. He cried out in pain as the man just watched on, unflinching, emotionless. Silver couldn't rely on his Pokémon, as it was just defeated, and he couldn't get anyone else to help, despite his desperate wails. It was as though they were both isolated in this moment, burning and writhing in pain. After what felt like an eternity, Silver's body was completely overtaken by the mass, and both dissipated into nothingness. The man moves again. It had only been a second. He makes his way to the Pokémon Center, his journey almost at an end.
The world would end today.