Oh my sorry I keep adding things to without finishing other things first, it sucks. But this was in my mind cause I was playing my Pokemon Gold ROM and I wanted to give a realistic version of the Mt. Silver.

This is just going to be a short story IDK how many words or chapters, but it will just kind of be there if I decide to add onto it.

WARNINGS:

Suicidal thoughts, yaoi, male/male, implications of preciousmetalshipping, verbal/mental/physical abuse, self harm, death(not Gold!), and insanity.

SUMMERY:

Our hero Gold gets lost in the absolutely cold and deadly Mt. Silver looking for the 'Legendary Pokemon' that Prof. Oak sent him up there to get. But Mt. Silver changes people in bad ways. Here is the story of our loving Gold. The one that was stashed away in the trilogy of Pokemon. The one that time forgot.

Absolute Zero Can't Be That Bad!

So cold, just oh so cold that even the air slowly grows stale from the frigid air. His hat already previously blown away in the air currents as he hiked up the disserted mountain. Why had professor Oak requested that he travel to the top? Was there a Legendary up there waiting for him with ungodly powers?

No that couldn't be. Why would he send him, Gold, and not the older boy, Silver on this deadly journey? Oh top of that he couldn't call out any of his Pokemon. His Pokemon just couldn't stand up to the icy weather.

But even at that great disadvantage Gold still pressed on. Through tunnels and caves. Down holes and up ladders. The young boy had fallen numerous times and swore that he landed in droppings one of the billion times he did take a tumble. But sooner or later he knew that his pain and blisters would be repaid with a magnificent Legendary, the one that was most likely sitting in the highest cavern in Mt. Silver.

Gold could have swore he could hear the creatures around him laughing at him for not being able to climb the mountain in only a month, which it has taken him about two to get even half way through. And even then he as run into trainers old discarded packs and bodies upon bodies of frozen people and Pokemon.

It was a terrifying sight to even process what could happen to Gold if he got stuck anywhere.

Sooner or later he finally entered the area of the large cave in which he ended up slipping and sliding uncontrollably about. To the extent that he almost risked his Bayleaf's body temperature to save him with vine whip.

Almost.

But in the end he found his way around all of the four frozen walls of the cave to the ending of the slippery mess.

Gold wanted to kiss the floor, this place was almost as bad a the Ice Path he had to take to Blackthorn city, which still made him shiver. All of those Jinx's.

He quickly ended his thought there before he ended up slitting his throat with a sharp rock. Yes that image was so bad he had thought of suicide. But in the end decided he needed life too badly to kill himself.

So he pressed on with only the eerie whistling of wind through the hollow cracks in the rocky walls to accompany him on his trip up the stark cold mountain. As he passes through small archways and deep dark tunnels he noticed something, it wasn't getting colder like Professor Oak had told him it would. It was getting warmer, even if just a little.

Gold smiled and yanked off his backpack, placing it on a small rock so he could peak his gloves off of his numbingly warm hands. But as he pulled he felt something being brought along with the fabric of the glove.

His skin.

Gold dropped his right glove and let out a high pitched squeak that his chapped throat could handle. The tips of his fingers leading down his right hand and wrist were covered in dark blisters, white patches, and reddened skin.

The Professor had warned him of this. He knew what it was, that itching feeling that made you want to rip your skin off.

Frostbite was a horrid thing to have. Almost as bad as having a blister on your foot, Lance had said to him once when he was being treated for first degree frostbite from spending a week or two in the Ice Path.

And it was, it was like having a blister on your foot. But not when that blister is torn from the rest of your unfrozen flesh, leaving that new layer susceptible to the elements.

As gold crouched down and cradled his hand to his chest, attempting to warm it without having to return his bloody glove to his hand, he grabbed his POKEgear with his leaf.

Gold didn't like to operate the gadget with his other hand, for not only did it hurt too but it was difficult to press and grip the numbers with the chunky fingers of his gloves. When he had finally gotten to the number that Professor Oak had handed him to call in an emergency, he pressed dial and waited as the ring vibrated off the walls of the cave.

Finally someone picked up. The mans voice sounded slightly childish but still slightly gruff in tone.

"Hello?" The voice asked twice and Gold finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Help me please," He muttered pitifully and most likely freaking the voice out. But it now went from monotone to concerned.

"Where are you?" Gold glanced around and finally plopped down with the POKEgear to wait for the man, once he told him his situation.

"I'm in Mt. Silver, and all I can currently see are a few nesting Zubats." Muttered Gold almost lifelessly and he waited for a response.

"…" There was a pause and a few squeaks that sounded like a Pikachu in the background were heard before the voice returned. "Okay I'm on my way stay put and huddle with your Pokemon if you can." With that the man hung up and Gold used his foot to pull his pack off of the rock and closer to him so he could drop his POKE gear into the yellow bag.

Gold didn't want to burden his Pokemon with keeping him warm if they could barely keep themselves warm, but the man had said to do so and Gold obeyed the voices words. He pulled all six of his pokeballs from his belt and tossed the out one at a time as he pulled them off.

Bayleef, Sudowoodo, Pikachu, Croconaw, Pichu, and Tyrogue began to shiver slightly before they say their Masters pitiful glance. The six Pokemon instantly huddled with him, keeping him and themselves warm. Gold probably shouldn't have fallen asleep in the next hour or two due to possible hypothermia but he couldn't help it.

He was finally warm, his hand was now beginning to cake over with blood and his other hand was most likely going to be frozen as well, but he was warm and he felt safe,

For now.

Oh my that was fun :D We havent gotten to the part where our 'Legendary Pokemon' comes in but we'll get there sooner or later.

What do you think should happen to Gold?

Should he A) Be eaten alive by wild Pokemon.

B) Be save by a knight in shining armor

C) Wake up in some guys bed

D) Wake up and see himself blue on the ground surrounded by his Pokemon