Short Pokemon horror stories

To be a pikachu

  There was once a lonely mimikyu. It's biggest desire was to be loved and cared for. Mimikyu always copied pikachu, since it was the most loved Pokemon of all time. It watched out of the shadows as trainers played with their beloved pikachus. Every single mimikyu was jealous of pikachu. However, one mimikyu took things too far.
  One lonely mimikyu sat alone in a bush as a happy little pikachu walked by. It skipped and smiled from red cheek to red cheek. The mimikyu frowned at the sight of this. All pikachus had a reason to be happy. They were all loved. They were all cute. They all had something special about them.
  The happy little pikachu began sniffing around in curiosity. It's ears swayed back and forth in joy. The pikachu suddenly got the smell of something strange. It followed the scent right in front of the very bush where the mimikyu sat.
  The pikachu then poked its head through the bush to see the lonely mimikyu. The pikachu smiled at the sight of a new friend.
  "Pikaaa!" It cheered happily.
  The mimikyu didn't move. It didn't want to be friends with pikachu. It was so jealous it could barley contain itself. Mimikyu felt like it deserved to be loved, not this yellow rat. Mimikyu wanted all the attention.
  The pikachu then playfully went in for a hug. Mimikyu snapped as it pushed the pikachu away. The pikachu frowned as tears filled its heartbroken eyes. Mimikyu then grabbed its face and slowly ripped it off the innocent pokemon's body. It slowly tour as mimikyu continued to pull with its dark, monster-like hands. The pikachu cried and screamed as its skin slowly peeled off. It tore and stretched from the neck with each agonizing second. The pikachu attempted to kick with its stubby legs, but nothing could help with the horrors happening to it. Each strand of flesh slowly detached from the body.
Riiiiiip
The once happy face of the pikachu was now being held in the hands of the mimikyu. The warm blood flowed down all over the ground, staining the grass. The pikachu remained alive for a moment as it tried to feel what was once its face. The yellow fur was stained a deep, dark red.
  Mimikyu then cheerfully put the fresh flesh over its body. It now had the perfect pikachu disguise. It wore the actual fur of a pikachu in all its glory. Satisfied, the mimikyu slipped away with its new costume on.
  "Pikachu! Where are you?" A trainer called in the distance...