Short Pokemon horror stories

Pin cushion

  There was once an old lady who often knitted for her grandchildren, and even just young trainers who she would encounter. It brought her joy to help young trainers on their adventures. She would spend all day everyday knitting pokedolls, blankets, scarfs, and basically anything that came to mind. Knitting was all that she focused on, but she enjoyed it. She didn't know how many years she had left, so she figured she'd spend it like a normal old lady. Her life revolved around needle and string.
  One day as a young trainer can't to visit her, she he was repulsed at the sight of a blood-stained bannet that lied on the table next to her.
  "Ma'am, what have her done to your Pokemon?" He managed to gasp out in shock and horror.
  She turned her head over to the small table that sat next to her. She let out a small chuckle and turned her head back to the trainer.
  "That's not a Pokémon, that's just my pin cushion," she smiled innocently.
  It took him a moment to muster up the courage to tell her about her mistake. It was clear what had happened and it filled him with guilt to have to tell her. He took a deep breath and clutched his fists.
  "No...Bannete looks like a poke doll....but it's a real Pokemon..look at the blood coming out from it.." he pointed as his hand shook.
  She turned her head again. It was clear that her eyesight wasn't the greatest, so she felt around the Pokémon. She felt a warm liquid over her hand and felt around how many needles to actually stuck into it. She began to panic as she sobbed. The trainer ran over to her and attempted to calm her down. He wiped off her hand and then held it.
  "It's okay, you didn't know. We'll take it to the Pokémon center and then it'll be okay!" He tried saying in a cheerful voice.
  "You don't understand..." she sobbed. "I've been using that pin cushion for days now,"