... :cry: *cries at the thought of BRVR*

Here's another story of an abandoned pokemon. Do they always just feel hatred? Or do they feel more? Here is the tale of JJ...

I had always been a big fan of Pikachu, ever since I had played my first Pokemon game, a long time ago (I was three or four, I can’t remember which). My older brother, Jerry, had gotten me into it. He himself had grown out of it, though.

I first Pokemon game, which my brother, after much convincing, had let me play, was Pokemon Yellow. This inspired my love for Pikachu. I always loved talking to it, seeing how it would react to me after a battle, or when we caught a Pokemon.

So, when my brother had bought both Gold AND Silver, I was absolutely ecstatic! Even more so when I discovered that Pikachu had a baby form, Pichu. I had gotten one of those myself after awhile, with help from my brother (several others, too, since he knew how to clone.)

I named my freshly hatched Pichu JJ, Jerry junior, after my brother, as thanks for helping me get it. JJ had become my prize Pokemon, at least in my own mind, and I never evolved it. Before going to bed, I always put JJ in the daycare, for some ridiculous notion that someone would take him away while I was sleeping (I was a weird child, haha.)

When I turned nine, a few years later, we had to move. After unpacking everything, I discovered that my Silver version had disappeared. I was heartbroken, devastated! The thought of little JJ in the daycare, waiting for me to come back for him, just tore me up!

My brother offered me his Gold version, since he had already beaten it (he must cheat or something. He’s not that good), but I told him no; I only played Silver for JJ, and there would never, ever be another JJ. He just called me immature and went on with his life.

I didn’t play another Pokemon game for a long time. I watched my friends play Ruby and Sapphire when they were released, then Emerald, then the remakes of Red and Green, and then Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum. Didn’t touch any of them.

Until, that is, I caught wind of the Gold and Silver remakes, HeartGold and SoulSilver.

I had a sudden, remarkable urge to buy SoulSilver. I just had too! So, after much, much begging on my part, my parents bought it for me.

When I turned it on, nostalgia hit me like a wave. It may not have been the same, with it’s better graphics, but it was still Silver. And I had to play it.

I chose the male player, as I had been used to being the male player back in Silver. I didn’t feel like typing in a name, so I just pressed start to let the name be chosen at random. Surprisingly enough, it was the same name I had chosen back in Silver: just simply K, after my crush at the time (his name was Korey, but that doesn’t matter).

I laughed at my luck, then went through the game normally, choosing Chikorita as my starter. I went through the game surprisingly quickly, feeling the same smug satisfaction I had felt as I completely mopped the floor with my rival’s Cyndaquil. My rival, whom I’d been planning to name Jennifer (partially to be an ass, partially after my worst enemy), looked slightly annoyed when he appeared on the screen, further fueling my satisfaction. When he spoke to me, she uttered something…rather ominous.

“He’s waiting for you.”

Dear old Jenny didn’t speak to me after the battle; he just ran off. Rather than feeling creeped out, though, I was confused. I figured he mean’t Professor Elm, though, since he was waiting for me back at the lab.

The game went normally from there, minus the times my rival would appear to me. He’d tell me things along the lines of, “He’s waiting for you.” or “He misses you.” Well, there goes my theory. Oh, well.

I was really tempted to actually say, “Fuck off.” to dear Jenny, as that was really grating on my nerves. When I finally reached the outskirts of Goldenrod, I decided to visit the Daycare center or old time’s sakes. It’s been renovated since I’d last seen it.

The old couple, whom I’d affectionately called Grammy and Grandpa as a child, sat at the table like normal. I noticed that there was already a Pokemon in the daycare: a Pichu. Having not played this before, though, I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal. I talked to Grandpa.

“He’s been waiting for you. Do you want him back?” That, admittedly, did take me a bit by surprise. I was offered a Yes/No option, and I clicked No, as I wasn’t quite sure what would happen. When I did, Grandpa replied. “He misses you.” Then, he turned back to face the table.

Curious, I talked to him again. He didn’t face me, though, and everytime I talked to him, he just repeated, “He’s very agitated. He’s very agitated. He’s very agitated.” Annoyed slightly, I talked to Grammy.

“He misses you. Will you take him back?” As expected, I was given a Yes/No option. I clicked ‘yes’ this time, wanting to see what would happen. She paused for a moment, literally, before talking again, “He is very agitated.”

Annoyed, again, I left the daycare. When I walked outside, far off to the left, I saw a Pichu standing in the grass, staring in my direction. When I walked toward it, it walked backwards, literally disappearing into the grass. I walked back inside the daycare, and the Pichu that had been there was gone.

Grandpa was facing me when I came in. I talked to him. “He has escaped,” he said to me first. Then, he’d just repeat, “He misses you. He misses you. He misses you.”

This really was starting to piss me off, as well as scare me. When I exited, that Pichu was in the grass once more, and disappeared once again once I moved toward it.

I continued onwards, the game functioning normally until I reached Oviline City. Without talking to my Bayleef, a textbox suddenly popped up.

“Bayleef is nervous.”

About what? Possibly the gym, I supposed. I walked up to the gym, my rival suddenly running out and slamming into me. “He’s found you. He’s found you.” He ran off, quicker than normal.

Every step I took, the game repeated, “He’s found you. He’s found you. He’s found you.” It continued until I reached the gym leader, who uttered one thing.

“He’s here.”

The screen went dark suddenly, and for a moment I thought the game had broke. Then, a text box popped up.

“I’ve found you, at last.” I clicked A. “I missed you.” A. “Didn’t you miss me?” A, A, A, A. “You told them you didn’t want me.” A, A, A, A, A, A, A.

Suddenly, I was engaged in a battle.

When the battle started up, standing on the opposing side was a Pichu. That wasn’t what suddenly struck me with horror, though:

It’s name was JJ.

The sprite was different than a regular Pichu’s; it was facing me, the real me, with a harsh glare on it’s face, tears seeming to roll down it’s cheeks. I only had three Pokemon with me: my Bayleef, Furret, and the Eevee I had gotten from Bill.

Pichu was the level he had been on when I had lost my game before: level 55.

Bayleef looked obviously scared. For a good reason, too. JJ went first, obviously, and spoke before he attacked, “I missed you.” He let out a devastating Thunder attack, hurting himself as well as Bayleef, their cries mingling at a much higher octave than normal. When I looked at Bayleef, the poor thing was charred, and she fainted on the spot. JJ continued to glare at me, it’s yellow fur also charred.

Terrified, I reached over to turn off the game, but I pulled my hand back as I felt a sudden jolt of electricity. “I missed you.” JJ repeated.

My trainer looked anguished as he sent out Furret, who’s cry was already sounding weak. “You can’t leave me.” he spoke before letting loose a Thunderbolt, Furret’s cry mixing with JJ’s at an even more heart wrenching octave. I covered my ears, but I still heard it until Furret fainted.

“JJ, please stop!” I suddenly cried at the game, my face matching his with the glare and the tears. “Why are you doing this?!”

“I missed you,” JJ replied, his face seaming to wilt, his fur singed. Eevee’s sprite seemed to shrink back at the sight of JJ. I tried to turn away, knowing what was coming, but for some reason I couldn’t.

“Look at me,” spoke JJ, and I didn’t have a choice but to do so as he slaughtered my last Pokemon. Instead of whiting out, though, my trainer appeared on-screen.

“I missed you,” JJ spoke. “And now, we’ll die together.” He let out one last Thunder attack, the cries of my trainer and him nearly breaking my eardrums as I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, my DS was on the floor. SoulSilver was beside it, broken in two, but the game was still on. I hesitated, picking up my DS, almost throwing it back down in horror as I saw my trainer lying down on the ground, skin charred. Suddenly, a textbox popped up, and I could see a silhouette in the background.

“I’m sorry, Ashley,” the silhouette, JJ, spoke directly to me. “Please don’t hate me.” The game shut off on it’s own. Needless to say, I wasn’t able to sleep. I sat in my bed, crying, for the longest time.

My parents grounded me the next day for breaking the game.

My brother, who had moved away a few months ago, sent me a text message.

“He misses you.”

End of story...

ALL OF MY CRYING. ALL OF IT. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE THIS STOP. :cry:

Pokemon make lovely pets. They are friendly and easy to get along with. But what would happen should a disease befall it? Something that would warp a normally docile pokemon? Look over there! I Saw a Pikachu...

Hey. I am afraid to tell of my story, since it seems to be about a famous creature. A creature that everyone loves. Okay, I will just get on with it. I saw a wild Pikachu, and it seemed to have liked me.

I suppose I should say I took him into my care. Wouldn’t anyone? I fed him, groomed him, and even slept with him by my side. It was the best thing that happened to me until eventually.

My Pikachu one day had his fur fuzzy. I could have sworn I brushed him this morning. I went outside with him daily though so I guess the wind blew it around. Soon after, I found out that there were a surreal amounts of deaths by some third world disease. Like an epidemic.

I thought I would be next, but with my Pikachu by my side, I felt healthy. Happy… I took one look at him later though and I saw the most horrific condition I could ever expect from a pokemon. His teeth. They were rotten, green. Especially his two front teeth. I saw his eyes. A thin layer of white just shirfting around. I thought his eyes were all black. Soon enough, I have realized something….

I have been keeping a wild plague ridden rodent. It dawned on me that he was a mouse pokemon, but I previously thought that was only his title. His species name or whatever.

I saw my cat yesterday… It was gruesome My Pikachu ate her heart out right from her chest. My best friend. I decided that enough was enough. I used latex gloves by now, and moved my Pikachu out into the wild. I set him down.

Pikachu looked at me and hissed this electric backed squeak. It was like a dying rat, but distorted with electricity. Mice are usually parasitic, meaning they cannot survive well without humans. And Pikachu’s mind was developed enough to know this very well. Pikachu quickly started back the direction of my house. By this time, I hated him. The creature I once had the best time with.

I chased after him and found him scratching roughly on my thankfully semi-metal door of my apartment. By this time I knew what had to be done. I opened the door, then suddenly, snapped his neck by slamming it hard around it. He squeaked out as his blood spilt out of his mouth.

It was over. The nightmare. I sent Pikachu to a specialist dealing with pest control. The man looked at the creature for a moment and told me something that ruined my life to this day.

“Pikachu can smell pheremones, I hope you know… Expect a swarm.”

End of story...

x_x

Don't you hate filth? How it can be everywhere and hardly ever goes away? Dirt is vile. Dirt is crude. Dirt is Unsettling...

It can get a little… Too, unsettling.
It was not long ago, this Swablu was simply a pet to be displayed in it’s cage. While the Master’s abode was empty of any guests, the pokemon was allowed to fly around the mansion. He said it was for the bird to spread it wings. But it was so the house would stay clean for his guests.

The little bird would fly around contently until seeing some kind of dirt or grime; which would make the pokemon polish it off vigorously until it could shine.

Once while the Master was sleeping, and the Swablu was flying, a burglar was spying. This burglar has been monitoring the house for quite a while and found his chance to go in and rid the place of it’s possessions.

He crept into the house and starting filling his bag with everything of value. He jumped when he noticed the Swablu perch itself on a nearby chair. He chuckled and continued looting.

The Swablu watched carefully, it’s eyes going dim. The burglar was filthy from sneaking through the yard, and the pokemon examined every aspect of the human’s dirty body. The burglar, after clearing the room, walked by the Swablu ad smirked at it.
“Are you suppose to be the guard here? Heh, you’re not doing that great of a job. Better luck next time.” he whispered, reaching his hand out to pet the bird.

Once touched, the Swablu started to shake, and Burglar raised a brow.
“You’re a scary little pokemon, eh? Haha” he teased, and the Swablu caught his finger in it’s mouth.
“Haha, that’s a grip ya got there. Now let go.” he chuckled. The pokemon didn’t budge, there was a long silence as the Burglar tried to take his finger back from the pokemon. Then, with surprising force, Swablu broke his finger off, the Burglar held in his yelp of pain, clutching his 4 fingered hand.

The Swablu fluttered up and tried to wipe him down with it’s wings. The man’s struggling made it hard for any cleaning to be done and pecked at him to cease his movement. It only made him scramble more and his flailed around and crashed into things. The Swablu continued to peck and clean…

The Master fled his mansion.
But only because of what he woke up to.
A severed head, parts of his brain, visible and spoiled.
An eye out of socked.
Tissues from the throat dangling out of what’s left of it’s neck, and chunks on the floor.


And a Swablu, neatly perched on the head, nibbling on a severed arm while smearing itself clean of blood…

End of story...

Pokemon by Outai-Okami on deviantART A swablu...

Okay, I'm not that creeped out by that one.

It is fun to collect pokemon, make friends, and go on all sorts of adventures. But, what if it was something less? By that I mean what if the beautiful world we lived in was less than that, had less meaning? What if It's All A Game...

He had started out as a rookie trainer, just like everyone else, getting his first Pokemon and taking those fateful steps out of his hometown and into the rest of his life. Of course, like any other trainer, he had a rival. This rival was related to the man who gave them their Pokemon and Pokedexes and immediately his rival, once his best friend, turned on him.

“So Red, you think you’re better than me?! I’ll show you!” Blue stormed out of his grandfather’s lab, running out into the tall grass that was the way out of their small town. Professor Oak shook his head. “Did Blue really think I’d treat him better since he’s my grandson when you got your Pokemon? Anyway, good luck on your quest.”

Red had an amazing time in his Pokemon quest, catching Pokemon, battling Blue when he ran into him, and even being strong enough to beat the Elite Four and the Champion to earn his place in the Hall of Fame. He had met many strange people, especially the people in the Celadon City Mansion. Yes, there was a strange man who gave him his Eevee, now his Espeon, but the weirdest ones were these people who seemed to think that his journey was a video game. The way the men talked creeped him out and he hurried out of the room.

It was a few months after he beat the Elite Four that he heard the rumor. Apparently there was a place where you could catch wild Pokemon that had higher experience levels than normal. Red got excited and listened to all the rumors on how to find it. He was hoping to catch a Scyther that normally were only found in the Safari Zone. He had never been able to catch one to complete his Pokedex.

After using the appropriate instructions, Red soon found himself Surfing the water beside Cinnabar Island. He noticed an odd patch of water and had Blastoise Surf to it. The Pokemon he encountered, could he even call it a Pokemon? It looked like a backwards L and it looked glitchy, like how his old computer at home had worked before getting a new one. He never expected to see what he saw and quickly ran from the “thing.”

The next couple of days had Red spiraling down into depression. The words of the men in Celadon kept echoing through his head and that thing he saw in the Cinnabar waters kept showing up in the worst of places. It looked like corrupted data, like in a video game. It was impossible, he thought. He couldn’t be a character in a video game.

The more Red thought about it, the more paranoid he became. Everywhere he seemed to look, the more glitches he saw. He finally snapped when he walked out of the Safari Zone, only to have the entire route look like corrupted data. Quickly flying out of the corruption, Red decided to pay those weird guys in the mansion a visit again. He just knew they were behind this.

“What the heck did you do to our world!?” Red slammed open the door, startling the men inside. The man in charge stood up. “Whatever do you mean, Red?” “Don’t act dumb! I’m on to you all! Somehow you’re using Pokemon or machines or something to make everything look like corrupted computer data!” “Like glitches in a video game?” The main designer stood up and began walking towards the boy. “Yes like glitches in a video…” Red’s eyes grew wide and he began backing up towards the door. “It’s true… All you said was true… I’m just a… NOOO!! I’ll stop you all!! I’ll tell the world!!!” Red turned around to run out the door, only to realize the door had vanished.

The leader of the sound department quickly grabbed the boy by his arms, pinning him to the floor. He smirked. “I think a little redesigning and recoding are what you need. We can’t have you tell our secrets now, can we?”

THREE YEARS LATER

Red heard the crunch of feet behind him and closed his eyes. Who would it be this time? The boy, Gold or Silver or another name in some cases, or the girl, Crystal or another name in some cases. Either way, it would be the same boy or girl. The boy would vaguely resemble him, like a mockery to what he used to be, with the same innocent look he used to have; the girl, blue hair in pigtails, white and blue body suit. The Pokemon would be different but would always have one of the three new starters. He turned around. It was the boy. “I’m Gold from New Bark City! I’ve come to challenge you!”

Red knew he would lose. He always did. He couldn’t remember the number of times he had battled the same two kids. And after being defeated, in the haze of his opponent’s victory, he would fade into the shadows, never congratulating his opponent, never telling them it’s all a game. His programmers, his…masters, recoded him into silence.

End of story...


Humans have reshaped this world. Made it more habitable, exploited the resources. What if humankind over does it though? What if the world was terraformed into a grotesque nightmare? In this nightmare I Have No Voice and Must Scream...

The entrance to the Safari Zone loomed before me, an edifice to the greedy mongrels who sell tickets to a proverbial lottery, where the prize is a mere chance to catch an otherwise extinct Pokémon. I had avoided this corporation for as long as I could, but the nature of my journey left me with no choice.

If only I knew what would truly await me.

Now, as I drift in this eternal void, I struggle to recall my last moments of freedom. The memories are faded, the recollections tattered, like a video cassette that has been played too many times. I slowly decide to reach for the cassette and attempt to play it in the VHS once more…

I brush the hair from my face, revealing both the semi-circles beneath my eyes and the arrogant pride that fills them. After years of adventuring, it would only take 13 more Pokémon to fill my Pokédex, 4 of which could be found in the very establishment that looms before me. I smirk as I open the door.

“Welcome to the Safari Zone! For just 500 Pokéyen you can catch all the Pokémon you want! Would you like to join the hunt?”

I nod curtly, and begin to pull out my wallet. The man behind the counter seems slightly baffled at my silence, but I force the 500¥ into his hand without a word. He mimics my stoic behavior, and silently thrusts a bag filled with 30 Safari Balls at me. He mutters something under his breath that I don’t catch, and then sends me on my way. His eyes track me as I depart through the door.

I don’t consider encounters like this to be unusual in any way, and in fact have become accustomed to it. Ever since I was six, a terrible sickness left me with the inability to speak. I was taunted and made fun of at home. After a few years I couldn’t take it anymore, and I left. I just wanted to get away, but I took up this mission to capture every single Pokémon to give my life a purpose.

On this journey, I was free.

No one would out here make fun of me, not for long anyways. I always kept on the move. I wouldn’t get attached to anyone, no one would get attached to me. That was just the way I operated. And besides, my Pokémon wouldn’t care that I was a mute.

My eyes dart about the open plains of the Safari Zone. It was hard to believe that it was all artificially constructed. A glistening lake beckons me, and I quickly go to its banks and pull out my rod. I sit down, and begin to fish.

The waters just seem so calm, sloshing back and forth with the gentle breeze. I allow myself to become enraptured with its rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up.

Though, honestly, I’m not convinced I ever did.

My memories are fuzzy here, but I recall stumbling about and, after declaring the hunt a waste of time, made my way back to the reception area.

“Welcome to the Safari Zone! For just 500 Pokéyen you can catch all the Pokémon you want! Would you like to join the hunt?”

I hang my head, and just ignore him. He’s probably just making fun of the mute, just like the kids back home. Mocking me. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

I should’ve paid more attention.

The calm smile across the Safari Zone attendant’s face is completely devoid of genuine happiness and his lucid eyes track me sluggishly to the door; I depart with chills up my spine.

I was surfing on Route 21 when it happened. A deafening ring nearly startled me off of the back of my Laparas, followed by that abhorrent Safari Zone keeper, taunting me with his singsong voice.

“Ding dong~! Time is up! Your Safari Game is over!”

If I could have screamed, I would have.

A molten sword stabbed though my chest, filling me with so much pain that I can’t even begin to describe. My nerve endings feel as though they had been coated with lava, my joints as if I had been placed on a medieval torture rack and my joints stretched to their capacity. In my delirium, I swear I see that accursed Safari Zone attendant, clasping my arm in his hand. My eyes drift from there, and I see my flesh melt before my eyes, revealing the tendons and muscles beneath, before they too disintegrate. The skeletal remains of my hand are the last that I see before I pass out.

Like some bad dream, I find myself back in THAT room. That room where I signed away my freedom, my life, for 500 Pokéyen. The attendant stands there, gleefully exclaiming, “Did you get a good haul? Come again!” I slowly get to my feet, and walk solemnly towards the door. My hand hesitates on the doorknob as I ponder what my options are. I feel the attendant’s demonic gaze on the back of my neck, urging me to go on. How could it get worse?

No man on earth could humanly be prepared for waited beyond that door. I could try to describe buildings that stood with no supports, starting from the ground only to stop, and continue again, levitating in middair. I could attempt to illustrate objects changing substance without rhyme or reason, from brick to pattern to brick and back to pattern again. I could venture to communicate the way light would bend, turning corners in a manner that left some places inexplicably filled with light and others devoid of it.

But those efforts would be in vain.

Earlier I had stories of people who could taste colors and see sounds. Now, I started to believe them.

With what shred of sanity remains, I decide to escape. Turning around reveals only more horrific landscape, and after a few steps I find myself constricted. My arms pinned to my sides, my spine bolted straight, my feet clamped to the ground. I can go nowhere. Somehow, I squirm my arm to my belt, and attempt to release my Pigeotto.

Suddenly, I am released from my bounds, only to find myself downing in an infinite sea. I squirm and struggle, attempting to release but one of my Pokémon, to detach my backpack to give me a better chance at floating. But my hands find nothing, and as I struggle I am forced to inhale water.

Now I float eternally. There is nothing to see, nothing to smell, nothing to taste, nothing to feel. My hands are numb with either cold or heat, or quite possibly the lacking thereof. If I touch my body I feel nothing but a cold void. There is no passage of time.

But I am free to think. Free to think of all that was, of what I took for granted, of that psychotic trail of events that landed me here. I float with no purpose in this eternity, without even the reassurance of death to appease me. I am completely devoid of any sensory input.

I have no voice, and I must scream.

End of story...


:) | *-* http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr....V5uodWmpgK8%3D Some interesting pics.

The silent Red makes so much sense now, but I'm not getting what the Safari Zone one was about... :c

It is a glitch you can do that will take you to glitch city. Glitch City - Bulbapedia, the community-driven Pokémon encyclopedia Now just imagine it in real life.

Pro. Oak is the local professor in Kanto. He gives all the trainers their first pokemon. He seems like a friendly guy. But, there is something about him that isn't right. Something that makes me wonder: what is Oak's Secret...

It was a bright day in Pallet Town as the sun shone through the curtains into the eyes of a Trainer. It was his 10th Birthday. He ran down the steps and outside. He looked for the la and quickly ran for it. He opened the door and yelled out. “Proffesor Oak!” No answer. “Oak?!” Still no Answer. He saw 2 pokeballs in front of him. Where was the 3rd? He looked around he tried to activate the pokeball but all that came was a Screech. He saw double doors in the back. He opened the doors. The Pokeball wasnt where the screech was. There stood Oak over a lifeless body of what looked like a pikachu.

Oak looked back. “Why Hello boy, why are you here so early?” Oak said in a guilty voice. He checked his watch, thee clock in his room was wrong. It was just daylight. The trainer didnt know how to reply so he looked around. He saw severed limbs and looked back up. “Oh no.”

End of story...


Lavender Town is such a strange place. It can mess with people. Mess with them to where they aren't their usual selves. Don't believe me? Just ask Red. Why him? Because Red Wasn't Himself...

Cooped up in his room right after a visit to Lavender Town. It wasn’t normal, and even then Red’s mother didn’t know what got into him. It could’ve just been poison or just a normal temporary paralyzation but when she looked to check on him, he was healthy and quiet like he usually was; but the air it felt heavy…
It was almost hard to breathe. She went up to Red’s room one day, and opened the window, and a ghastly scent went up to her nose. The smell of rotting decay, the burning flesh, and the muggy taste as though it came from the soil. She coughed heavily and closed the window, and the stench faded. Red suddenly came in, “MOM! DON’T COME INTO MY ROOM!” he yelled in a upset tone.

“Red, hun, what…what did you bring? I-it reeks it smells; you can’t can’t possibly live in this condition, can you?”

“It’s just…it’s just…Gh—” Red started and one of the pokeballs on his belt started to rattle, and he shoved her out of the room, “GET OUT! NOW!”

SLAM!

Red’s mother was shaken. This wasn’t her sweet little boy, not anymore, she thought. She had to help somehow. She shakily raised up her hand to knock, but then stopped when he heard Red talking.

“This isn’t what we agreed on, d-don’t you have enough souls you already cursed? You can kill anyone you think is in our way but you can’t kill her! You can’t have my mom!”

She shivered. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t leave him. Leave him with that…thing he was talking to.
She stood by the door as the conversation on the other side gradually turned into a full out argument. The door made a thump like something was thrown against it, and she got more worried. She heard and felt things being shred and torn. It felt like forever until things went quiet. Red’s mother swallowed as she knocked on the door, and it slowly opened.

Everything was normal. Nothing was thrown or torn. It was in place like it usually was, but Red was gone.
And the window was opened. The stillness in the room was eerie, it was like no one lived there to begin with.
She felt her heart grow heavy and she cried.

End of story...

I'm beginning to not understand these stories. :c
Why is Oak killing Pikachu?
And what got Red? A ghost?

Originally Posted by Aerinn

I'm beginning to not understand these stories. :c
Why is Oak killing Pikachu?
And what got Red? A ghost?

That's Oak's secret!:P
Well, werewolves and frankenstein monsters certainly don't inhabit Lavender Town.:P

A girl and her doll. Close friends for such an early time in life. Eventually girls become women and discard old dolls. But dolls don't discard their old friends. Here is a tale of one discarded doll that wanted to come back. The tale of Banette...

It was her favorite doll. She took it everywhere, clutching it tight in her small hands. The doll did everything with her. It went to school, sleepovers, dinners, and even tagged along for baths.

The two were inseparable. She even claimed the first day she became a trainer; she’d still carry it around to remember her childhood.

The doll might have been a bit odd looking, but that didn’t change anything. It’s what she liked, made the doll truly unique.

But as years went on, she found interest in other dolls. It didn’t make sense, junking the old doll for new ones.

Yet, worn and dirty with age, the doll was sent away.

It lay in the dumpster, surrounded by trash bags and food wrappers. Not where it belonged, not at all.

Slowly, the arms twitched, fingers clawing into the trash bags. Its eyes were an angry red, the zipper-mouth turning into an angry scowl.

Banette rose from the dumpster, ready to find that little girl who threw it away.


The neighborhood – it hadn’t changed a bit. How long had it been, anyway? Banette surely couldn’t have been in there that long. It’d find that sweet little girl again and cuddle right back up in her arms.

Trash – what a joke. How could someone throw it away? A favorite should not be treated this way. You always kept your favorite; you never tossed it away.

The grudge grew stronger as the familiar houses of the block came into view. Her house wasn’t far; just a few more to pass by.

At last, it came into view. The window was opened, letting the warm summer breeze pass through.

To Banette’s disgust, new dolls littered the floor of her room. Other Pokemon, all new and fresh, not a stain on them, all set perfectly in a row.

Its owner wasn’t so little anymore; it had been a few years. Banette floated over to the calendar; tomorrow was her tenth birthday. She’d be a trainer tomorrow.

Banette slashed its claws through the calendar. A trainer? No chance at that.

The slashing continued, slitting all of the dolls “throats”. Stuffing pooled out, the dolls landing on the floor silently.

No, no, this wasn’t enough. The girl would get new dolls, and these ones would end up in the dumpster as well.

There was a simple solution to that, at least.

Claws tore through flesh, leaving a clean, long cut down her neck.

The girl would never, ever abandon her dolls ever again.

End of story...


A mother loves her child deeply. She wants to be there for them and show affection. But what if the child goes missing? What if the child wanted you to hear their final words? Words beginning with I'm Sorry, Mommy...

I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m so sorry. I know you told me over and over not to walk away while you were talking to your friend, but I couldn’t help myself. It was so cute……

I didn’t know it was alive. I thought it was a balloon. Just a balloon. Not this horrible creature.

You promised me a balloon yesterday, but you forgot. When I saw it, I figured you wouldn’t mind if I took it. There were no other kids around to claim it, and if you got mad I would’ve reminded you of your promise.

Instead, I ended up like this.

When I got closer, I saw that it wasn’t a balloon at all. It was a Pokemon. A Drifloon, to be precise. I had overheard you talking with your friends a few days ago, saying how these Pokemon have been rumored to carry off the children who hold onto them. It scared me when you said it, but I completely forgot your gossip when I saw the creature in real life. It was so cute. It shouldn’t have been able to hurt me.

But looks can be deceiving, can’t they? Now I know for myself how true that is.

The rest is simple. I reached for the Drifloon. Grabbed it, held on. It started to float. I struggled, Mommy. I wish you knew how hard I struggled. How I tried to bounce, to use my weight to force the creature down. How the wind was too strong. How I lost.

I think I started crying then. I just gave up. I was being carried so far above the trees, and I knew this thing wouldn’t be able to fight the wind and float down. I closed my eyes and cried. Cried and missed you. I’m sorry, Mommy.

When I next opened my eyes, I was in a strange place. I never thought I would wind up in this place. I was always a good girl, wasn’t I, Mommy? I thought only bad people were sent here.

Maybe luck is on my side. Maybe this Drifloon will carry me out of here one day. Maybe it won’t. I don’t know. All I know is how scared I am.

If I get out of here, I promise I’ll never walk away again. I promise, Mommy.

If I get out of here, I’ll never become a Pokemon trainer. I never want to go through anything like this ever again.

But saying all of that is pointless. My arms will tire eventually. I’ll have to let go. The creature will float away, stranding me here. I’ll never be able to escape.

I love you, Mommy. I’m sorry.

End of story...

Ooh, I know the Banette one.

And aw, poor kid with the Driftloon.

I get creeped out by the Pokedex entries for Litwick and its evolution stages. :sweat:

As you play pokemon you meet many people and battle many trainers. They are forgettable and you don't care. After all, it is about you becoming the best. What if they became tired of being secondary? What if for your game it became The End...

One day, I was at my local gamestop. It wasn’t a haunted one, the cashier acted normal, nothing strange. It had been a year after the release of the DS so I decided for the fun of it to get a Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald. They only had a used Sapphire for $20. I wanted a new one, but those types of games were pretty hard to come across with all the companies only making DS games. Anyway, I bought the game and headed home.

I’m the type that whenever I get a new game I play with it for around 3 hours. Anyway, I booted up the game, preparing to see what the Hoenn region was like. I never found the anime to be interesting, so I was practically clueless about the Pokemon there. The normal starting theme came up, I was already enchanted by the design of the new Pokemon.

I paused when I expected Pokemon Sapphire to come up, the screen went black. About 10 seconds later, the title said POKEAAAAAAA- After a few seconds the title said Mon. This got me even more excited because I had heard of these before. People modifying the normal Pokemon games, and making them their own! My heart was racing. I eagerly pressed the new game option. It started like this:

“La-la-la-de-do….Tell me what time it is~….”

The clock thing came up, and I entered the time. The text box came up again.

“Oh my! Already that time? I hope IT has not started already!”

I thought for a few seconds. What is it? And why was it in capital letters? I assumed it meant that I was late to pick my Pokemon. I found myself in the normal room. I remembered the potion that got stored in the PC. I found that there was only something called LOO. What a weird item… I thought. I exited out of that, and headed downstairs. I decided to talk to my game mom. She looked young and was wearing a plain blue dress, and pink hair. My character was a girl with brown straight hair,and wearing jeans. I had a plain Green t-shirt on. The character designs were plain. Anyway this is what she said

“DO YOU KNOW IT?”

A yes or no option came up, and I clicked “no”. Then another option came up, and it read if I wanted to use WOO. Curious of what it did, I said “yes”. Before her sprite dissapeared, it read

“Ah, my end came so soon…I wish you have a long good one Annmari….”

I named my character after myself, but there weren’t enough spaces. So I left the e off. Confused, I saw a lab, which appeared to be red. There was Professor Birch and my rival. Elm did his normal speech, and said

“So pitiful….My ending came so early in LIFE…Anyway, pick a starter…”

Then his sprite disappeared. There were three options to pick as starters, but strangely, my rival picked first. There was only Yellow and Blue left, because my rival picked Green. Since Blue is my favorite color I picked that. Then there was my full-screen character, and in a clear voice she said,

“Orange, your end is here.”

“Orange” was a Torchic. Another full screen appeared, and a tear ran down its face. This time the sprite did not fade, but when I tried to interact with it it said:

“You made my end come. YOU DID. Not your character. If you had picked me, this wouldn’t have happened. Not now, but later, I WILL GET REVENGE.”

The game progressed normally, except whenever I battled a trainer, my character came into full screen again and told the trainer or Pokemon that it was the “end”. Then, depending on the character, it would say something like

“You made me have the end. I wanted to catch more Pokemon you know. Everything is GONE. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. I WILL GET REVENGE. But not now.”

As I came closer to the elite four, they added “Very soon.” instead of not now. Soon, Pokemon centers refused to heal me, and I relied on items. I beat the elite four, and was lead into a huge room. All the trainers and Pokemon alike, crowded around me. My rival which I named Nameless, started a conversation with my character.

Nameless: You made us experience painful ends.

Annmari: I didn’t mean to! The GAME made me!

Nameless: When you made me have the END, you were smiling

Annmari: Ok, fine I enjoyed it. You are not the main one though.

Bug catcher: Why? We wanted this too. We’ll make you experience the hardest END possible

Annmari: Don’t make me laugh! What can you add-in characters do!

Nameless: We can try as hard as we can to alter the game.

Annmari: The GAME is the most powerful one. If t had not been for it, you never would exist. Anyways, if you alter it, you will die.

Nameless: Because of you, I don’t have even a name! Dying would be much better then being trapped in the END

Annmari: You cannot alter the GAME. It chose ME. Not you…Because of the GAME I am the best. The GAME allowed me to win

Nameless: SILENCE! We’ll alter it! We will make you have the most painful END and die!

The screen went into a battle. It had no sprite, and said, All the ENDINGS want to battle. It sent my character into battle, and I selected items since I had no moves. I found no items so I used struggle. It only did damage to myself. The endings used ALTER END. My cry was like a human scream. I found myself on a bicycle. I tried to get off after a while, and a message appeared

Nameless: This is your END….for now

Annmari: How? Why? ANNMARI….Help me….

Nameless: She can’t help you. She is not the GAME. She can only pitifully watch.

Annmari: Huff….Getting tired….But I feel no pain at the same time….Why?

Nameless: You’re in the END there is no way out now. Dislike your ending? I can change it.

A snapping noise came, and my character was bobbing in lava.

Nameless: You feel the pain? My pain was to battle you over and over….Because that was my END. The END. ANNMARI, can you stand to see your character like this? Just turn it off…Then it will be all over

Annmari: NO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!

I was temted to see what would happen. I reset the game, and the starting theme came up. It showed my character lying there, lifeless. A text box came up when it ended

“The trainer was the main character…She could not have an END or it was thought. Ending all the add-in characters, she had a journey…Behind her back, the ENDs planned to modify the GAME…So that it was possible for her to have the most painful END…She was known…Now no more….Her pain will never end…NEVER…Forever…Would you like to kill her and end it all?”

A yes or no option appeared. This was a hard choice, so I randomly picked “yes”. Before the game crashed, she said

Annmari: You betrayed me! I will get revenge…But not now. You’re END will come. And the END will come to everyone who reads this…EVERYONES END WILL COME!

The screen went black.

End of story...


We love our pokemon. We catch them and raise. They seem so real for being just a game. Yet there is one pokemon that is not content with just it's programming. It wants more. It's name is Tommy Boy...

“Hey sis can I play your Pokemon Emerald? Please? Please please please?!”

“Fine!!”

Reluctantly, I handed over my Gameboy and Pokemon Emerald cartridge to my little sister. With a squeel, she turned it on and started playing. I sighed. I don’t like her messing with my games, but she didn’t have any video games of her own. Plus she was leveling up my own Pokemon for free, and you can’t really beat that deal.

“Come out come out whever you are Pokemon~” I shook my head as my sibling spoke to the inanimate object. I grabbed my DS and popped Diamond in. I flew to Hearthome and decided to randomly make some Poffins for the heck of it. I had plenty of Oran berries to spare. I threw one into the mix.

I stirred the dough, careful not to burn it. I pride myself at how well I can make Poffins without burning them or over flowing them at all. I stirred with the same, perfect grace I always did-

“Hey sis! I found a green Trapinch!!”



I cursed as I stroked the mix too much and caused it to overflow. So much for making perfect Poffins. Then my sister’s words registered in my head. I dropped my DS and ran over to where she was. “No way, a green Trapinch?!”

I grabbed the Gameboy out of her hands without even giving her a chance to respond. Sure enough, my Ninetails was facing a genuine shiny Trapinch. “Oh my god It’s a shiny Pokemon!!” I immediately started freaking out, just as any of you would if you encounted one of these rare pixels. For a moment I just held the Gameboy in my hands, carefully planning on how I would capture this green sprite. Once I came up with a decision, I put my plan into motion.

But I failed.

“Stupid Trapinch!! Let me catch you already-” “I can catch it for you!!” My sister interrupted my yelling at an inanimate object. Clutching the Gameboy, I wondered if I should risk my probably once in a lifetime chance at getting a shiny Trapinch. Throwing one more Pokeball at the Pokemon, but utterly failing yet again, I handed the game over to my sibling. “If you don’t catch this I swear I will kill you.”

“Ok~” She seemed unaffected by my poorly thought out threat. In under one minute, she had the thing caught and nicknamed. “I caught it!!” “What? No way!!” Once again I snatched the game from her. At the very back of my party was a shiny Trapinch named Tommy Boy. “Why did you name it Tommy Boy?” “Because, it’s a boy and I wanted to name it Tommy, so Tommy Boy~” I didn’t even want to know what went on in my sister’s head, so instead I clicked on my new shiny pixel.

He had decent stats, with the moves Bite, Sand-Attack, Faint Attack, and Sand Tomb. It also had the ability Arena Trap. Done with looking at my new Pokemon, I exited off of him and returned to the overworld.

“Can I train my Trapinch now?!” My sister eagerly asked. In reply, I gave her a serious expression followed by, “It’s my Pokemon Emerald you caught it on so it’s my Pokemon.” Distraught, my sister sullenly agreed, “Ok, but can I still train him?” “In a little bit, I want to battle with him first.”

I flew to a Pokemon Center, healed my Pokemon, and immediately went back to the desert. I walked into the sand, and after a few steps I encountered a wild Pokemon, a Sandshrew. I squeeled as Tommy Boy sparkled, I never thought I would have my own shiny! But now I did, and I wanted to see what he could do. I cliked on fight, and selected the move Bite.

“Tommy Boy refuses to attack!”

My jaw dropped open. What does it mean he refuses to attack? Getting hit with Slash, I cursed my shiny pixel at not obeying my commands. Once our turn came around again, I ordered Tommy Boy to use Bite again.

“Tommy Boy refuses to attack!”

“Why won’t you attack you stupid Trapinch?!” “Oh, I can make him attack!” Having been leaning over my shoulder the whole time watching me play, my little sister grabbed the Gameboy out of my hands. I was about ready to slap her, but something had held me back. I wanted to see if she really could make the stupid pixel work.

Without any trace of doubt, she selected the move Bite. Tommy Boy obedientaly attacked the Sandshrew, leaving me mindblown. “What the… how did you do that?!” My sister gave me a stupid grin, “He listened to me because I’m his mommy!” Sure, whatever. I thought privately to myself. I honestly didn’t like Trapinch, and would much rather have a shiny Flygon, but the thing only obeyed to my sister who seemed happy to train it. “…Alright, you can train Tommy-” “Yes!!” And with that, my sister began her quest to train and evolve Tommy Boy.

I thought she would grow bored of training the Pokemon, but no. For the rest of the day and deep into the night she worked tirelessley to gain experience for Tommy Boy. I wondered how one could stand training the same Pokemon for so many hours, and I still wonder that. Finally at around 11 P.M. she had to go to bed. Unwillingly, she saved the game and turned it off, but not before saying good night to Tommy Boy.

I was still allowed to stay up longer, so as soon as she was in bed I grabbed my Gameboy. Emerald was already in, so I simply switched the game on. Once the game was loaded, I saw that Tommy Boy was in the front of the party, of course. But he was already evolved into a Flygon, and at level 52. If only my sister would train all of my Pokemon like that.

I walked outside of Lilycove City, which was where she had saved last. As I walked into the grass just outside the city I ran into a wild Mightyena. I lovingly sighed as Tommy Boy came out sparkling. Then my expression became a bit more serious. That blasted pixel better listen to me this time.

I cliked on “Fight”. He had new moves: Crunch, Dragonbreath, Sand Storm, and Hyper Beam. I selected Hyper Beam, and prayed to god that he would obey. I held my breath.

“Tommy Boy refuses to attack!”

“Dang it!!” I yelled at the non-living pixel. Tommy Boy got hit with Bite, which didn’t do much damage. I kept cursing at the sprite, I couldn’t believe I had a shiny in the palm in my hands and the blasted thing wouldn’t listen to me! I selected Dragonbreath, despite knowing he wouldn’t obey anyways.

“Tommy Boy wants his mommy!”

I stopped hurtling profanity at the screen and gawked at that line of text. I surely hadn’t seen any Pokemon do that before. I kinda wanted to laugh, they way that line was written sounded pretty funny. But I was scared at the same time. Tommy Boy continued on to get hit with Bite again. I fled from the battle.

I went back into Lilycove City, saved, and turned the game off. I went to bed immediately afterwards, mindblown and completely aggitated at the same time. I woke up the next morning to find my sister sitting on the edge of my bed, playing Emerald. As soon as I stirred she immediately turned to me with a puzzeled expression. “Hey sis, did you play Emerald last night?”

Now it was my turn to be confused, “Yeah, why? It’s my game, I can play it whenever I want.” “Oh yeah, I know that. I was just wondering, did you battle with Tommy Boy?” I was starting to get suspicious, although I wasn’t sure of what, “Why do you care?” “He doesn’t like to battle against dark type Pokemon, they scare him.”

I froze, fear gripping at my soul. How did she know I battled against a Mightyena last night? “Tommy Boy told me he fought a Mightyena last night, so I thought you battled with him. No big deal though, just don’t battle with him again.” I was starting to get furious. I finally get a shiny, but he won’t obey me, only my sister can use him, and now she’s ordering me around, telling me what I can and can’t do on my own game? I prepared a stinging reply, but I started to go over the last sentence she had said. Tommy Boy told me…

How the heck could she talk to it? But she did know what Tommy Boy battled last night when I was playing… She must be playing some big trick on me. I decided on that, and left the room to get breakfast. I was unsettled while eating though, and couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy Boy. As soon as I was done I went back to my room and saw my younger sibling still playing that game. It was question time.

“So, sis, how did you know I battled a Mightyena last night with Tommy Boy?” “He told me.” She seemed undisturbed, and contently kept playing the game. “How the heck did he tell you?! You can’t talk to your Pokemon!” “He told me like…” She seemd dumbfounded at answering this question, “I can’t really explain it. He just talks and I guess I sense him talking or something… I dunno.” She just shrugged and kept playing the game. I was starting to lose my patience. But before I could ask another question, my sister excalimed,

“Oh, good boy Tommy! You showed that Sandshrew! You make mommy so proud~” I felt disgusted at my sister talking to a pixel like that, when realisation hit. Last night Tommy Boy had said he wanted his mommy. He meant he wanted my sister. Completely confused, I sat down next to my sister and watched her play.

She was in the desert, and kept battling the Pokemon there over and over again. Tommy Boy acted like a normal Pokemon, and did nothing unusual. “Why do you only battle Pokemon in the desert?” “Because, Tommy Boy only likes to battle Pokemon here.” She kept on playing, as if everything was normal. After a moment, I thought of another question, “Why will he only obey you and not me?” “He doesn’t like stangers.” “I’m not a stranger! And it’s my game he’s on, so he should listen to me!!” My sister paused for a moment. After a minute she responded, “Tommy Boy says screw you.” She giggled, while I gave up and left, fuming.

My sister did the same thing for many days after that. Playing Emerald and battling Pokemon in the desert with Tommy Boy. Even once he reached level 100, she still kept training him. Whenever I asked why she kept training him, she just said, “Tommy Boy needs his mommy.” I was starting to get worried for my little sibling now, her health was getting bad. And I wanted to play some games on my Gameboy too. I tried to talk her out of playing the game, but she refused. No matter how much me or my mom tried, we couldn’t get her to stop playing that game.

Then one day, I came up with a decision. Once my sister had gone to bed, I took out my Gameboy. I started up Emerald. Once the game loaded, I found myself in Lilycove City again. Why did she always save here? Whatever the case, I went to the Pokemon Center. I booted up the PC and selected Tommy Boy. Holding my breath, I selected “Release”.

“Tommy Boy doesn’t want to go!” I cursed at the message, I had the sinking feeling that was going to happen. I selected on “Release” again but to no avail. Again and again I tried but nothing worked. “Listen you stupid mass of pixels, I don’t care if your a shiny or how much my sister wants you but I’m getting rid of you now. I don’t care if I have to restart my whole game just to get you gone. Your hurting my sister’s health, and she’s hogging up my Gameboy too much. Your leaving. Now.”

I selected release again, and surprisingly, it left. I didn’t actually think that would work, but it did. I sighed in relief, but a sense of foreboding shrouded around me. What the heck was I going to tell my sister?

It was hard for me to get to sleep that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy Boy. Once I did finally fall asleep, I didn’t get to sleep much for a nightmare woke me up. Although when I woke, I couldn’t remember what it was. I was starting to wonder if releasing him was the best choice.

I woke up to find my sister sitting on the edge of my bed. It looked as if she’d been crying for a while. Once she saw I was up, her face twisted to one of defeat. “You got rid of him.” I was scared at first, thinking my sister might lash out and attack me for releasing her beloved Tommy Boy. I shakily nodded, “Y-Yeah, it was for the best.” She simply got up, glanced at my Gameboy sitting on my desk, and walked out of my room.

After a few days of mourning my sister eventually went back to normal. Her health became strong again, and in no time she was her crazy, hyper self like usual. I pushed the whole Tommy Boy incident to the back of my mind, and continued on to live my life like normal.

Until my sister got her own DS.

A few months later during her birthday, my sibling threw a squeeling fit as she opened her present containing her new Nintendo DS. Her excitement was fueled even more when she tore open her next gift which contained HeartGold. As soon as she was done opening her other presents, she grabbed her new DS and popped HeartGold in. Of course, I had to help her with getting her settings right since it was the first time she used the DS. A soon as that was done though, she began playing her new game immediately.

I felt happy for my sister, she finally had her own Pokemon to train and raise. I wouldn’t have to worry about her messing up my games anymore, but sadly she wouldn’t train my Pokemon for free. Her game went normal, nothing strange happening.

But then she beat the Elite Four and got the National Dex. My sister felt very proud of herself for beating the Elite Four for the first time, and I felt great for her too. She started getting into the Safari Zone though. I never went to the Safari Zone on my SoulSilver though, it just wasn’t my thing. But she loved it, and spent a lot of time there.

A few days after her obsession with the Safari Zone started, she became very isolated from what was going on around her. She was almost always in her room, playing her game. I was a bit worried about her, but I just ignored it. She would stop eventually. But she didn’t.

One day I went into her room and asked why she was playing her game so much. She surprisingly became very shocked and worried, as if she was hiding a secret she didn’t want me to find out. She replied saying she loved the game a lot, and wouldn’t say any more. She wouldn’t clearly answer my other questions, so I just gave up and left.

Eventually I became very worried about my sister. She never acted like this, and never had before. Except that one time… Realisation suddenly struck me like a bolt of lightning. I ran to my computer and opened up the internet at the speed of light. I searched “How to get Trapinch in HeartGold.” An answer came up. The Safari Zone.

I waited until night, when my sister was asleep. I snuck into her room and quietly took her DS. I went back into my room and quietly shut the door behind me. Then I jumped on my bed and quickly turned on her DS. The title screen loaded, and I pressed continue. She was standing outside the Safari Zone. I opened the menu and checked her team. There was only one Pokemon in her party.

Tommy Boy the level 100 shiny male Flygon.

I immediately went to the Pokemon Center and booted up the PC. I clicked on Tommy Boy and selected “Release”. “Tommy Boy doesn’t want to go!” “I don’t care what you want you are going now!” I clicked on “Release” again but was met with the same message. This time though, Tommy Boy was holding an item. Mail.

I clicked on it and read the message, “THIS ISN’T YOUR GAME” “I don’t care who’s game it is you are going!” I discarded the mail and selected “Release” again. Yet again, I failed at getting rid of the dangerous sprite. It had more mail. I read it, “I’M NOT LEAVING MOMMY AGAIN.” “Yes you are!!” I whispered threatningly at the screen, cautious at not being too loud. Selecting release still didn’t do anything. More mail, “IT’S USELESS.”

I sighed. There was only one option left, and my sister was definately not going to agree with it. But it had to be done. I booted up by Pokemon SoulSilver and caught a ton of Sentrets. As soon as I had enough I got on my sister’s HeartGold and traded all of her Pokemon into my game, in exchange I gave a bunch of Sentrets. This way when I restarted her game she wouldn’t lose everything, she would still have all of her Pokemon. Except for one.

As soon as all was done, I prepared to turn off the game. But Tommy Boy still had one mail left, unread. I selected it, “NOTHING CAN GET RID OF ME.” “You wish.” And with that, I turned off the game. I restarted it, and as soon as the menu loaded, I selected New Game.

The process went normal, naming the character and getting the starter. I chose a Chikorita, since I had gotten Cyndaquail on my game and she picked Tododile on hers. Once all of that was done I exited out of New Bark Town and into Route 29. A wild Hoothoot appeared, so I threw out my shiny Flygon to face it.

“Wait a sec- Wha… what?! Why is he still here?! I restarted the game!!” I didn’t know what to do at this point. There really was no way I could get rid of Tommy Boy. No, there still is a way… I shut off the DS and pulled the HeartGold game out. I got a pair of scissors and quietly hacked away at the game to where it was no longer playable. Then I threw it in the trash can.

I got up and went to return the DS to it’s rightful owner. When I opened my door, I gasped when I saw my little sister standing just outside. For a long moment, my sister just stared at me. It was too dark for me to tell what her expression was.

“I’m sorry, but I had to get rid of him. Hey, I even transfered all of your Pokemon over to my game so they’re all saved. I’ll even buy you a new HeartGold with my own money. Just please don’t be mad at me, I had to do this for you own sake.” I could have been talking to a statue. My excuse did nothing to move my younger sibling. Instead, she continued to stare at me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she yanked the DS out of my hands and walked back to her room, quietly shutting the door behind her. I was horrified and worried. I thought getting rid of Tommy Boy would help my sister get back to normal, but it appeared to just be making her worse. After a couple of days, she’ll get back to normal like last time. I pretended to believe to that, and went to bed.

Sure enough, after a couple of days my sister went back to normal. I bought her a new HeartGold with my own money and gave her all of her Pokemon back. Every now and then I would check her game to make sure the shiny Flygon didn’t return, which thankfully he never did. I also told her to stay away from the desert area in the Safari Zone, which contained Trapinch. I had to trust her to keep away from it, which she did.

The next couple of weeks were fine and dandy, no weird stuff happening. My sister eventually got into other games, while I keep avidly playing my Pokemon games. I started to get a little too obsessed with Pokemon, and somewhere along the line I decided to take the ultimate challenge. To catch every single Pokemon.

Being the lasy arse I am though, it took months for me to fulfill this quest. I even obtained a few hacked Pokemon, since some were just impossible for me to get otherwise. Eventually I had collected every single Pokemon and stored them all in my SoulSilver. All except for three.

I had been pushing those three to the side on purpose, horrified that what had happened before would happen again if I tried to get them. I decided that I would just not get these Pokemon at all, and live with having an almost complete PokeDex. But of course, I’ve given into the temptation. I’m going to go catch one right now. I’m going to catch it in my extra copy of Emerald I have though, the one I use for messing around, just incase he comes back and messes up my game.

I wish myself luck.

My sister wrote the story of Tommy Boy and never told me. What was she going to do with this? It’s too late to find out now. It’s not her fault, he would have found some way to get to her eventually. Let me enlighten you, and tell of what happened to my damned sister.

She was obsessing over the Pokemon games, and made the decision to catch every single of the sprites to marvel at by her lonesome, no soul would ever know of her achievement. Although she pushed the richest trio aside, knowing what fate layed for her if she were to ever face them. The temptation was too great for her meager will though, and she gave in.

He told me she tried to protect her holy stash of pixels by searching for one of his kind on an isolated cartridge of hers, one that mattered not. My poor, misguided sibling, thinking there was an alternate route from her fate. There was no way for her to avoid her demise.

She found him, or more rather, he found her. She tried to turn away, to run, to shut the entire system off, but he persisted. He started to pull her into a trance, to shower her in the wrong, to feed her the false. And she ate it, and got caught in his trap, just like a mouse. Gratefully, for her sake anyways, she also felt no pain. It was over quick, and now it’s as if she was never here to begin with.

For me anyways.

He says he shall let go of me for a few moments, for what reason I do not know why. He wants the next verse to this tale in a different perspective of mine, to enhance it with a unique flavor. I shall do as my boy wishes, for he will come back to me once more as my alternative view fades...

Oh my god what’s going on?!?!?! What did I just type and what the hell is going on?!?!?! Everything is sooooo dark my parents must be asleep because it’s 1 at night. What the heck is this story anyways?!?! Ok I just finished reading this and it is the story about Tommy Boy which I think this is typed by my big sister who died. I don’t get the last part though, it doesn’t look like she typed that. It seemes scary, I don’t like this.

For some reason I want to type how I met Tommy Boy for the third time… Wait, I met him a third time?!?!?! I don’t remember meeting him a third time!!!!!! No…….. I did. That’s why……. he’s why my sister died!!!!! I remember it!!!!!!!

Earlier today I was looking in my sister’s room, even though my mom said not to go in there. I had to find out why she died. When I went in there her room seemed normal…….. too normal. I looked around and found her Gameboy that had Emerald in it and played it, I felt like it had something to do with her death.

When the game started up though and I opened the menu to check her party…….. he was there. I just stared at the game for a couple of minutes until I finally turned it off and ran into my room. I hid in my bed and cried for a while. Then I got the courage to go back into her room, I still didn’t know how he killed her. He hadn’t killed me before, just made me think I was his mommy. I forgot she had gotten in his way though and he was mad at her so he probably DID want to kill her.

When I got back in her room her Gameboy was still on the floor where I had dropped it, I forgot to put it back on the desk. When I picked it up though the game was already on which scared me a lot, but the scariest thing though was that it was opened on Tommy Boy’s stats. All of his attack and defense stuff were numbered 666, which made me start to cry again. My mom had told me who’s number that was, and that I should never say it.

I his ability was called Show, and the stuff about it said “the true answer.” I didn’t know what that meant, but it still scared me. I looked at his moves, which were the most creepiest of all. The first move was “I” the next “LOVE” and then “YOU” and then “MOMMY” They all had 666 PP. Then I…… I don’t know what I did then. I don’t remember anything else, the next thing I remember is waking up here at the computer.

My head hurts, I can’t think straight. I’m really scared because I feel like something is in the room with me but I don’t see anything. It’s too dark, I don’t think it’s normally this dark. I want to leave and call for mom and dad but I can’t say anything….. For some reason I feel like their not even here…… like no one alive is here but something else is……. I’m so scared I’m crying right now!!!!! I have to call 911 or somethin

He returns, to bestow upon me my true sight again. Scanning back over this recent passage I conjoured up I understand now why he wanted me to use my other prespective, slightly. Whatever the matter, it is time. He is pleased with the tale of his triumph, and he wants me to deliver it for him. He wants others to see what he has done, as do I.

Goodbye world, you pathetic excuse of a realm, being filled to the brim with sins and unholy souls performing daily routines of treachery.

Mommy will see you in hell.

End of story...

... I'm never buying used Pokemon games now. Ever.

Pokémon: Lost Silver - YouTube mute this vid.
Pokémon Red/Green v1.0: The Original Theme of Lavender Town - YouTube play this around 23 sec in to the other one. You'll need 2 window screens to pull this off. Pay attention to badge number and what the unkown say.

I've been wondering... what's a creepypasta? Why is it called that? :?

Creepypasta - Oh Internet This should answer your question. :)

Oh, I see. Just some internet slang. Thanks. :sweat:

All righty! It's time for someone else to tell a tale!

But what to put...?

Surprise me. Something scary. Something that will guarantee nightmares.

Easier said than done... x_x

https://www.google.com/#sclient=psy-...w=1280&bih=660 Look through here and find something good. ;)