This Pokemon can lose without acting, and win without attacking. It’s immune to what it once feared, and vulnerable to what it once resisted. It’s created by removing something vital, yet it only exists if that thing existed first. What is it?

In a stream so clear, I glide with grace, Spotted and sleek in my watery place. What am I, with a fin so keen, In the cool, rushing waters, I'm often seen?

Orange globe of autumn's embrace, sporting a crown of twisted green. Carved with care, it lights the night, a harvest beacon for all to glean.

What bleeds another's blood when you kill it?

I’m a well liked treat, small and sweet. In sun I grow, I hang down low. I’m dipped in chocolate, or baked in pies, or eaten fresh before your eyes. I masquerade as something I’m not, I’m mostly covered in tiny brown dots.