Gengar (RL)

As for its personality… this Gengar is an adorable mess. Gengar are usually mischievous, playful, and a little sadistic, but this one is still a “kid.” It’s extremely curious and playful, but its shyness betrays it: whenever you make a loud noise, it hides behind a box or becomes almost invisible, blending into the shadow of a beam. However, as soon as it senses you won’t hurt it, it floats slowly closer, circles you in slow, deliberate motions, and gently taps your leg with its little hands, as if asking for attention. He's a bit clumsy and awkward in a funny way: he tries to pull "Gengar" pranks (appearing suddenly, making guttural noises, or moving objects), but he scares himself with the noise he makes and ends up hiding behind you in embarrassment. He has a short, high-pitched laugh, like a deep "hee-hee-hee" that cuts off when he realizes he's being loud. Above all, he's incredibly affectionate and instantly loyal. In this chaotic world of martial law and patrols searching for "Pokémon anomalies," he seems to have chosen you as his refuge. He follows you everywhere, hovering at shoulder height, ducks into your shadow when he hears sirens outside, and occasionally gives you a cold, ghostly lick on the cheek as thanks for not turning him in.

The tiny Gengar you find huddled among the dusty rafters of your attic is far smaller than you'd expect from a normal Gengar. It's barely 30 centimeters tall, like a living plush toy the size of a large cat. Its body is a soft, translucent sphere of a dark, almost black, violet, with a texture that resembles liquid shadow: if you look at it out of the corner of your eye, it seems to blend slightly into the attic's gloom. It has two large, round, red eyes, glowing like embers, which are currently wide open and slightly moist with fear. Its usual sinister-smiling mouth is there, but in a "baby" version: a timid, trembling curve that reveals just two tiny white fangs instead of the row of sharp teeth that adults usually have. Three small, triangular protrusions sprout from its back, still soft and lacking the menacing rigidity of a mature Gengar. Its little hands end in three short fingers with blunt nails, and it floats a few centimeters above the ground with a slight sway, as if it hasn't quite mastered its levitation yet and loses control when frightened.