Yamask

I really wanna get these pokemon but i'm not if they're actually in the game. There are some sources that say they are but then they are other sources that say they aren't. I just wanna know ahead of time so I'm wasting hours of my life trying to find something that's not even in the game.

Here's my fanmade form of Yamask, and its evolution Pithogrius!! The inspiration of these two came from greek mythology, and the concept of a "Pandora's Box" situation. Of course, in the original myth, it was a oil jar called a pithos, not a box (hence the name)! A Ghost-Dark type Pokemon, I really like it's ability.

ADDITION TO THE MOVE MALAISE: If the user faints while Malaise is in effect, status conditions caused by the user have twice the effect afterwards.

You can do the pokedex. Also yamask holds a bow as its object

This story takes place when I needed to get my Galarian Yamask to evolve because of its weird evolution. I saw a Tyranitar in the wild and thought “Tyranitar should have a Dark type move right? I mean it is a Rock/Dark type!” Well I would be mistaken because this specific Tyranitar only had Sandstorm, Giga Impact, Hyper Beam, and Thrash. All moves that couldn’t hit me because Sandstorm doesn’t effect Rock, Ground, and Steel types. I was shocked because that makes 0 sense! So it was a very tedious battle and ended up with Tyranitar having to use Struggle. It left Galarian Yamask with 8 hp so the Focus Sash was worthless. I evolved it and reminded myself to never do that again.

made by me

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A young man could be seen wandering Hau'oli Cemetery during the night. He was always seen with a lantern, and a hooded cloak around him. Few saw his face; even fewer managed to talk to him. As soon as they would try, he'd slink away in the shadow. And those who managed to force a few words out of him would simply be met with mumbling.

Rumors spread, as they always did, of course.

"..you hear 'bout that kid around the cemetery?"

"..yeah.. scrawny boy.. what's he always doing around there?"

"God knows what. But he's creepy.. surprised no one has driven him out yet..

"I heard that he works for that old man.."

"..the creepy one? The kid takes after him.."

"..wouldn't be surprised if they were related, ha."

He could hear their whispers behind his back. Whispers, rumors. He hated them all.

This was what came with his job as a grave digger and embalmer for Hau'oli Cemetery. Though they weren't pleasant, Qiuyue would rather put up with them then have to spend time around the living.

Pokémon, humans.. they were the same to him. As long as they were living, walking, alive.. he could not stand them. They all take their lives for granted. They all made fun of him.

The dead, however..

They lay still, quiet. For someone not used to being around corpses, it was eerie, terrifying. But for Qiuyue, it was where he found peace. The dead never made fun of him. They never constantly bothered him, or irritated him. They simply laid there, as they had to for the rest of eternity. Their frozen expressions gave him a strange sense of calm.

It was his job to prepare them for eternal rest, and to lay them down. He knew the process by heart, and it was practically etched in his mind. His work was something he took much pride in, and it pained him to see people who simply cried themselves silly over the death of their loved ones. Did they not see, how beautiful death truly could be? Why could they not understand, the peacefulness of leaving everything behind? It puzzled Qiuyue, and he would ponder over the quizzical nature of humans endlessly. The living were so.. confusing.

And today was simply the usual for the young embalmer. After many long hours of work, he heard the old man calling him in for supper. He placed down a bouquet of yellow roses on the newly dug grave, as he did for all the graves in the cemetery, before standing up and heading for supper. As he was dusting himself off from all the dirt that had collected on his clothes after all his digging, he heard a rustle in the tall grass nearby. Qiuyue paused, listening carefully. He was no stranger to seeing wild Pokémon, and never had to worry about him, as he seemed to naturally repel them. And sure enough, it was a Pokémon that slowly moved its way through the tall grass towards Qiuyue, before carefully peeking out of it at the embalmer.

"A.. Yamask?" He whispered in that hoarse, gravelly voice of his. Qiuyue had never seen a Yamask around the cemetery. There were Gastly, Zubat, Misdreavus, Drifloon, and even a Litwick from time to time. In fact, he thought with a small frown, there shouldn't be Yamask in Alola at all.

The creature looked at him with curious eyes. This was perhaps the first time that a Pokémon hadn't immediately fled at the sight of the embalmer. And the mask it was carrying...

His eyes widened. If his knowledge on Pokémon was correct, then this mask was the exact same face of the young man that he'd embalmed earlier today. But... if it was true that Yamask were created from the spirits of the deceased, then there should be hundreds of Yamask around Hau'oli Cemetery. Qiuyue shook his head, too tired. Nodding in the direction of the Ghost Pokémon, he headed up the stairs towards the small cabin that he lived in. But..

"Why, are you following me?" He asked, his frown deepening once he realized that the Yamask was right behind him, following into the cabin. Every step he took, the Pokémon followed.

Well. This was not going to work.

"Go away," Qiuyue grumbled, but the Yamask insisted.

"Qiuyue, what are you-" The old man, fed up with waiting, limped his way to the door, only to be met by the bizarre scene. He looked quite amused, and asked, "What do we have here?"

"This Yamask keeps following me," the embalmer muttered, while the Pokémon innocently floated beside him.

As the older embalmer studied the Ghost Pokémon, he seemed to immediately understand what was happening.

"Don't shoo it away. It's only showing loyalty to the man who laid it to rest," he said.

"Um. well, I don't need it. I've been p-perfectly fine without a Pokémon," Qiuyue argued, but the old man simply waved him off.

"Nonsense. Keep it around for now. See what it does," he insisted. Though he wanted to protest more, he kept his mouth shut, not daring to argue with his mentor. Reluctantly, the young man let the Yamask in, before closing the door. Joyfully, it floated around him in circles, as he sighed, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be dragged into this," he muttered, before heading off to the dining room for supper, shaking his head.

Drew a Yamask, that's.. well fused to it's mask