Shedinja hovered like a waft of smoke, yet unmoving, unblinking. Yet by some force it moves and lives. Its sheer existence is something so impossible but common. Perhaps too much so?
Its gaze fell on Sharp.
Yet, this all was in the shadows. As it crept through it, traveling through gazes and grips of darkness and uncertainty, its crusty figure became visible.
A discarded bug shell that came to life. Peering into the crack on its back is said to steal one's spirit. *
These legends crept through society, sending their grasping vines throughout peoples heads. It even landed into the Sinnoh Pokedex. Even Shedinja couldn't control this.
Shedinja stopped focusing on the unimportant Pokemon, at least thats how this cast of a being felt. His purpose and sanity, his mere morality has been frayed and torn apart through time like a weathered rock. Slowly eroding away, dust by dust, shard by shard. Until all that was left was a...
a shell.
*Credit: Pearl Pokedex