Lost In The Tower

Screams coming from the deepest pit of his memory, anguished cries making their way into his mind from outside, ripping at his mind and ears as he finally moved and covered them with his hands. It was painful, distressing, so inconceivably wicked.
And then it changed.
He was surrounded by corpses. A wilted Venusaur with brown leaves and a dead flower on his back, a twisted Blastoise whose cannons had been tore away from his shell, a pale Charizard without any flames on his body, his tail limp and shut down.
It wasn't real, they were alive...
It wasn't real!
«IT'S NOT REAL!».
Green fell again, a hand clutching his chest as stabbing pain shot through it, his head hitting the ground. Pictures flew over his mind, playing like an old movie, static and feverishly fast, dark and bright, spiraling around him and laying down at his feet.
He wanted to call for help, but he was fading away.
Hid body was withering, turning to dust, melting and changing, as the pain on his heart only grew worse and worse until he passed out.