Whismur's eyes always did kind of creep me out. Clowny eyes always made me feel kind of uneasy.
Though I never really pictured them looking as if someone took an axe to each of the thing's eye socket both vertically and horizontally, then tried to stitch the gashes shut with thread. I can only feel sorry for this poor dear as it screams out in horror, no doubt unable to seize the attention of its whismur brethren, whose otherwise useful soundproof prowess making them literally deaf to its cries. I think you've just made me sad.
Nice going with the light streaming down from the sky and casting a shadow on its face. Is this whismur in a sewer?
Little poké, safe and happy you will be Away from your mommy, now it's time to run With Whismur you'll have so much fun Oh, little poké, please never cry Whismur wouldn't hurt a fly You're free, you're free, free to play Come in my darkness with me to stay Oh, little poké, please don't squirm Those ropes, I know, will hold you firm Whismur tells you this is true But sadly, Whismur lied to you
Oh, little poké, you mustn't leave Your families for you are going to grieve Their minds will unravel at the seams Letting me haunt all of their dreams
But surely, all of you must know That it is time for all of you to go Oh, little poké, you just weren't clever And now you will stay with my whispers forever