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Banette for both.
Imagine waking up from a calm, peaceful slumber after hearing something break. The first thing you notice is your bedroom window has been shattered by something. Your brain then fully wakes up, noticing a peculiar sight before your eyes Your old childhood Poké Doll, standing at the edge of your bed. Despite losing it years ago, you notice it has significantly changed since you last saw it.
It's once cute, round appearance now warped into an almost demonic shadow of it's former self. It's buttoned-on now two red, enraged eyes that pierce straight through your soul. At this point, you assume you're surely seeing things. That assumption is quickly proven wrong as the doll grabs a pin and stabs itself in the chest.
You try to scream as a sharp pain fills your insides, but you're only left gasping for air as the wind gets knocked out of you. The last thing you see before you pass out from the overwhelming pain is the doll's ghastly figure looming over you, it's claws glowing purple as it prepares to strike.
