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Pokémon Creepypasta

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pikawesome-o said:
or do one on ditto
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Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
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Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
 
pikawesome-o said:
its not mine

*0* i know

victrebell :evil:

Said to live in huge colonies deep in jungles, although no one has ever returned from there.


Lures prey with the sweet aroma of honey. Swallowed whole, the prey is melted in a day, bones and all.

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omg look at the paris line *shudders
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What Reyairia said: Don't hotlink, second: this has been posted already, at least that image of those f*cked up mons.
 
Mr. Slowpoke said:
Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
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Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
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You shouldn't hotlink either. :/
Please save the image and upload it to imageshack or don't put up the image at all. It's really annoying.


The End
(this one is really weird and I wonder if it even constitutes as creepypasta)
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, and I never wanted to buy a hacked game ever again.

Note: This game is real~



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Kinda miffed about the watermark, but whatever.
http://joshd1000.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2ogpzo
 
Reyairia said:
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, and I never wanted to buy a hacked game ever again.

Note: This game is real~
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wow, that was a pretty good one.
 
This thread is, more or less, the reason I joined the forum. I felt an obligation to write something, and so I did. Special thanks to Lalo Schifrin, whose chilling and haunting music served as great inspiration during the writing process.

Be warned: This is a long one, and an intense one. Enjoy, don't judge me solely based on what you read here... and pleasant nightmares.

The House

Several years ago, a man by the name of Roland DeFrei lived in a large, three-story green house about two miles outside of Ecruteak City. Roland had grown up in the city, but in his old age, had made the decision to move out on his own, removed from the distractions he felt were spoiling his golden years.

The House, as it was simply and efficiently named, had been built decades earlier; the builders had envisioned it as the start of a new town. They and their family lived there for 28 years, waiting for someone else to join them. When no one came, the owners moved to Olivine City. Before leaving, the father made a carving in the wooden mantle above the fireplace. He was not much for words, and as such the inscription was simple: “May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”

Roland was able to purchase The House for a modest sum of money. Although he had no real family, Roland did not live alone. He was a trainer of Ghost Pokémon, for they helped him imagine an existence after his inevitable passing. When he first moved into The House, it was just him and a single Gastly. The House, conveniently for him, was built in an area where Ghost Pokémon were relatively plentiful. Over the years, he collected more and more of them, each one a new family member, and a new comfort to his slowly failing heart.

His last conscious heartbeats were quick and frantic. He was frightened. There had been noises coming from the living room – it sounded like someone had broken in. From his third floor bedroom, he dashed down the stairs as quickly as his aging legs would permit him to travel. As he turned the corner into the living room, he saw the barrel of a rifle and heard a thunderous sound as a hole was blown in his head. The shooter fled as the sounds of something awakening filled The House. When all of Roland's Pokémon arrived in the living room, they found their surrogate father lying in a pool of his own blood, the culprit having long since escaped. Angered and saddened, they slowly drifted back into sleep.

The police found his body a week later. The investigation and cleanup were rushed, especially in its final days. Some people swore they could hear movement in The House, and everybody wanted to leave. In his will, Roland had left The House to the city of Ecruteak. Almost immediately it was sold to a local real estate company. That company tried its best to sell The House for several years, continually lowering the price point. But due to its isolation and notoriety, nobody was willing to purchase it. When the Keeley family finally bought The House, they did so for $80,000 – a fraction of the property's estimated value.

Like Roland, the Keeleys had lived in Ecruteak. But now that the parents, Jan and David, had three playful children, they needed more space. The House, with its three floors and bedrooms, seemed like the perfect opportunity. The move was surprisingly quick, considering the size of the family. There were two bedrooms on the second floor – the first, larger bedroom belonged to Jan and David, while the second belonged to their two little boys, Randy and Jack, both aged 6. The last bedroom, on the third floor, belonged to Olivia, their 5-year-old daughter.

For the first few days, everything was fine. The Keeleys were a happy, young family living in their dream home. The long trips into town were occasionally exhausting, sure. But it was worth it, because they felt truly at home in The House. That feeling remained until the fifth day. That night was when Roland's children woke up.

Sensing a presence in their father's old bedroom, they began there. Olivia was asleep in bed, snug within the confines of her blankets. She did not awake as her covers were torn off, or even as the strange, purple, gaseous limbs lifted her from her bed. When she did open her eyes, she closed them almost immediately. It was bright – too bright. And so hot and dry. And she felt the force around her, lifting her against her will. Olivia was not in her bedroom anymore. Where she was now seemed to match every description of Hell she'd heard in her short life.

Randy was the second member of the Keeley family to wake up. He heard a muffled, high pitched sound coming from the floor below him. The sound paused for a moment, only to begin anew – although this time, it seemed more distant. In the corner of his eye, Randy saw his brother rising from bed. But he was not awake. Faint, dark, swirling forms surrounded him, heaving him upwards and too the side, carrying him away from his bed, and finally planting his feet on the floor at the center of his room. Disturbed in the midst of his dream, Jack took in a breath through his nose – and with it came one of the translucent forms, burrowing into his mind.

Jack's eyes opened with a start, and gazed around the room questioningly, as if whatever compelled them to move was seeing The House through human eyes for the first time. Jack turned and walked to the bedroom door, the high-pitched noise audible once again, this time coming from above. As Randy turned to follow his brother, the barely-visible forces in the room raised both beds off the floor queitly. Jack's face turned back to Randy, a bizarre grin plastered across it. The grin did not falter as both beds were slammed together, causing an ear-shattering boom and crushing Randy's head between them.

The sound was enough to make Jan and David bolt from their beds. Their bodies filled with adrenaline and their actions spurred on by parental instinct, the two ran to their door, violently yanked it open and stared into the hall. They saw their sweet little Jack standing in front of his closed bedroom door, a look of concern on his face.

Jan grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him directly in the eyes, too frenzied to percieve the fact that there was something odd about them. “What was that noise, Jack? Are you alright?” She had a vice-grip on the little boy that surely should have been painful, but Jack did not even wince.

“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I slammed the door. But where is Olivia? I can hear her. Can't you? Don't you want to know where Olivia is?”

The high-pitched noise resumed once again, sounding slightly clearer out in the hallway. Once again it seemed to come from below them, on the first floor... and it was now identifiable as Olivia's hysterical shrieking. Jan and David rushed down the stairs frantically, Jack following closely behind. As they turned the corner into the living room, they saw the fireplace, and heard the crackling of the raging fire that had been lit in it. Echoing down from the chimney, they heard Olivia's screams, weaker than before, interrupted by bouts of coughing.

Olivia was beginning to black out, choking on the noxious smoke being funneled up past her, losing blood from the cuts and abrasions she had received from being scraped against the hot bricks. Jan called out her name desperately, as if the sound of her voice could pull Olivia free of the clutches of whatever had her trapped.

Ducking between David's legs, Jack ran towards the fireplace. “Don't worry Olivia, I'm coming,” he said, entirely too calmly. “I'm coming to get you Olivia. We all are!” Jack took a step into the fireplace, his clothing and hair igniting, his skin being splotched by drops of Olivia's blood that dried and solidified as soon as they landed. “Mommy and Daddy are coming too.” He turned around, his already charred face and strangely dim, reddish eyes staring straight at Jan and David. “Aren't you coming? Won't you try to save your own children? Don't you care about them?”

Jan lunged for the fireplace, only for David to pull her back by the waist. She protested loudly, her shrieks blending in with the weakened cries of her daughter as she saw Jack's body disintegrating in flames through her hot, pouring tears. As the flesh on Jack's jaw began to slide off, making visible a glistening wet section of skull, he spoke for a final time.

“Of course not. You could never love them as much as we loved our father.” What scalded meat was left on Jack's face twisted into a demented smile, and the gaseous purple entity flowed out of his disfigured nose. Olivia's lifeless body crashed down onto Jack's burning corpse, causing it to collapse into the flames as the force that had possessed Jack charged into the two speechless parents, shoving them back a few inches - only for them to be caught by an unbelievably large swarm of swirling purple energy, which proceeded to tear them limb from limb at an agonizingly slow place.

They saved the heads for last. Once they had been severed from their lifeless torsos, the heads were tossed into the fireplace like two logs used for firewood. The flames they fed danced as the rightful residents of The House, the children of Roland, fell into slumber once more. The light from the fire illuminated the inscription on the mantle, casting it in an eerie glow.

“May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
 
@Reyairia
Is it also hotlinking if you made the image YOURSELF?
If so, I'll delete it...
 
Guys, end the discussion on hotlinking. This is not the place for it. And if you have a problem with another post, REPORT IT. Also, since the image in question here is being hosted ON THIS SITE, it's NOT hotlinking.
 
UFAlien said:
This thread is, more or less, the reason I joined the forum. I felt an obligation to write something, and so I did. Special thanks to Lalo Schifrin, whose chilling and haunting music served as great inspiration during the writing process.

Be warned: This is a long one, and an intense one. Enjoy, don't judge me solely based on what you read here... and pleasant nightmares.

The House

Several years ago, a man by the name of Roland DeFrei lived in a large, three-story green house about two miles outside of Ecruteak City. Roland had grown up in the city, but in his old age, had made the decision to move out on his own, removed from the distractions he felt were spoiling his golden years.

The House, as it was simply and efficiently named, had been built decades earlier; the builders had envisioned it as the start of a new town. They and their family lived there for 28 years, waiting for someone else to join them. When no one came, the owners moved to Olivine City. Before leaving, the father made a carving in the wooden mantle above the fireplace. He was not much for words, and as such the inscription was simple: “May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”

Roland was able to purchase The House for a modest sum of money. Although he had no real family, Roland did not live alone. He was a trainer of Ghost Pokémon, for they helped him imagine an existence after his inevitable passing. When he first moved into The House, it was just him and a single Gastly. The House, conveniently for him, was built in an area where Ghost Pokémon were relatively plentiful. Over the years, he collected more and more of them, each one a new family member, and a new comfort to his slowly failing heart.

His last conscious heartbeats were quick and frantic. He was frightened. There had been noises coming from the living room – it sounded like someone had broken in. From his third floor bedroom, he dashed down the stairs as quickly as his aging legs would permit him to travel. As he turned the corner into the living room, he saw the barrel of a rifle and heard a thunderous sound as a hole was blown in his head. The shooter fled as the sounds of something awakening filled The House. When all of Roland's Pokémon arrived in the living room, they found their surrogate father lying in a pool of his own blood, the culprit having long since escaped. Angered and saddened, they slowly drifted back into sleep.

The police found his body a week later. The investigation and cleanup were rushed, especially in its final days. Some people swore they could hear movement in The House, and everybody wanted to leave. In his will, Roland had left The House to the city of Ecruteak. Almost immediately it was sold to a local real estate company. That company tried its best to sell The House for several years, continually lowering the price point. But due to its isolation and notoriety, nobody was willing to purchase it. When the Keeley family finally bought The House, they did so for $80,000 – a fraction of the property's estimated value.

Like Roland, the Keeleys had lived in Ecruteak. But now that the parents, Jan and David, had three playful children, they needed more space. The House, with its three floors and bedrooms, seemed like the perfect opportunity. The move was surprisingly quick, considering the size of the family. There were two bedrooms on the second floor – the first, larger bedroom belonged to Jan and David, while the second belonged to their two little boys, Randy and Jack, both aged 6. The last bedroom, on the third floor, belonged to Olivia, their 5-year-old daughter.

For the first few days, everything was fine. The Keeleys were a happy, young family living in their dream home. The long trips into town were occasionally exhausting, sure. But it was worth it, because they felt truly at home in The House. That feeling remained until the fifth day. That night was when Roland's children woke up.

Sensing a presence in their father's old bedroom, they began there. Olivia was asleep in bed, snug within the confines of her blankets. She did not awake as her covers were torn off, or even as the strange, purple, gaseous limbs lifted her from her bed. When she did open her eyes, she closed them almost immediately. It was bright – too bright. And so hot and dry. And she felt the force around her, lifting her against her will. Olivia was not in her bedroom anymore. Where she was now seemed to match every description of Hell she'd heard in her short life.

Randy was the second member of the Keeley family to wake up. He heard a muffled, high pitched sound coming from the floor below him. The sound paused for a moment, only to begin anew – although this time, it seemed more distant. In the corner of his eye, Randy saw his brother rising from bed. But he was not awake. Faint, dark, swirling forms surrounded him, heaving him upwards and too the side, carrying him away from his bed, and finally planting his feet on the floor at the center of his room. Disturbed in the midst of his dream, Jack took in a breath through his nose – and with it came one of the translucent forms, burrowing into his mind.

Jack's eyes opened with a start, and gazed around the room questioningly, as if whatever compelled them to move was seeing The House through human eyes for the first time. Jack turned and walked to the bedroom door, the high-pitched noise audible once again, this time coming from above. As Randy turned to follow his brother, the barely-visible forces in the room raised both beds off the floor queitly. Jack's face turned back to Randy, a bizarre grin plastered across it. The grin did not falter as both beds were slammed together, causing an ear-shattering boom and crushing Randy's head between them.

The sound was enough to make Jan and David bolt from their beds. Their bodies filled with adrenaline and their actions spurred on by parental instinct, the two ran to their door, violently yanked it open and stared into the hall. They saw their sweet little Jack standing in front of his closed bedroom door, a look of concern on his face.

Jan grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him directly in the eyes, too frenzied to percieve the fact that there was something odd about them. “What was that noise, Jack? Are you alright?” She had a vice-grip on the little boy that surely should have been painful, but Jack did not even wince.

“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I slammed the door. But where is Olivia? I can hear her. Can't you? Don't you want to know where Olivia is?”

The high-pitched noise resumed once again, sounding slightly clearer out in the hallway. Once again it seemed to come from below them, on the first floor... and it was now identifiable as Olivia's hysterical shrieking. Jan and David rushed down the stairs frantically, Jack following closely behind. As they turned the corner into the living room, they saw the fireplace, and heard the crackling of the raging fire that had been lit in it. Echoing down from the chimney, they heard Olivia's screams, weaker than before, interrupted by bouts of coughing.

Olivia was beginning to black out, choking on the noxious smoke being funneled up past her, losing blood from the cuts and abrasions she had received from being scraped against the hot bricks. Jan called out her name desperately, as if the sound of her voice could pull Olivia free of the clutches of whatever had her trapped.

Ducking between David's legs, Jack ran towards the fireplace. “Don't worry Olivia, I'm coming,” he said, entirely too calmly. “I'm coming to get you Olivia. We all are!” Jack took a step into the fireplace, his clothing and hair igniting, his skin being splotched by drops of Olivia's blood that dried and solidified as soon as they landed. “Mommy and Daddy are coming too.” He turned around, his already charred face and strangely dim, reddish eyes staring straight at Jan and David. “Aren't you coming? Won't you try to save your own children? Don't you care about them?”

Jan lunged for the fireplace, only for David to pull her back by the waist. She protested loudly, her shrieks blending in with the weakened cries of her daughter as she saw Jack's body disintegrating in flames through her hot, pouring tears. As the flesh on Jack's jaw began to slide off, making visible a glistening wet section of skull, he spoke for a final time.

“Of course not. You could never love them as much as we loved our father.” What scalded meat was left on Jack's face twisted into a demented smile, and the gaseous purple entity flowed out of his disfigured nose. Olivia's lifeless body crashed down onto Jack's burning corpse, causing it to collapse into the flames as the force that had possessed Jack charged into the two speechless parents, shoving them back a few inches - only for them to be caught by an unbelievably large swarm of swirling purple energy, which proceeded to tear them limb from limb at an agonizingly slow place.

They saved the heads for last. Once they had been severed from their lifeless torsos, the heads were tossed into the fireplace like two logs used for firewood. The flames they fed danced as the rightful residents of The House, the children of Roland, fell into slumber once more. The light from the fire illuminated the inscription on the mantle, casting it in an eerie glow.

“May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
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Whoa 0.o
 
UFAlien said:
This thread is, more or less, the reason I joined the forum. I felt an obligation to write something, and so I did. Special thanks to Lalo Schifrin, whose chilling and haunting music served as great inspiration during the writing process.

Be warned: This is a long one, and an intense one. Enjoy, don't judge me solely based on what you read here... and pleasant nightmares.

The House

Several years ago, a man by the name of Roland DeFrei lived in a large, three-story green house about two miles outside of Ecruteak City. Roland had grown up in the city, but in his old age, had made the decision to move out on his own, removed from the distractions he felt were spoiling his golden years.

The House, as it was simply and efficiently named, had been built decades earlier; the builders had envisioned it as the start of a new town. They and their family lived there for 28 years, waiting for someone else to join them. When no one came, the owners moved to Olivine City. Before leaving, the father made a carving in the wooden mantle above the fireplace. He was not much for words, and as such the inscription was simple: “May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”

Roland was able to purchase The House for a modest sum of money. Although he had no real family, Roland did not live alone. He was a trainer of Ghost Pokémon, for they helped him imagine an existence after his inevitable passing. When he first moved into The House, it was just him and a single Gastly. The House, conveniently for him, was built in an area where Ghost Pokémon were relatively plentiful. Over the years, he collected more and more of them, each one a new family member, and a new comfort to his slowly failing heart.

His last conscious heartbeats were quick and frantic. He was frightened. There had been noises coming from the living room – it sounded like someone had broken in. From his third floor bedroom, he dashed down the stairs as quickly as his aging legs would permit him to travel. As he turned the corner into the living room, he saw the barrel of a rifle and heard a thunderous sound as a hole was blown in his head. The shooter fled as the sounds of something awakening filled The House. When all of Roland's Pokémon arrived in the living room, they found their surrogate father lying in a pool of his own blood, the culprit having long since escaped. Angered and saddened, they slowly drifted back into sleep.

The police found his body a week later. The investigation and cleanup were rushed, especially in its final days. Some people swore they could hear movement in The House, and everybody wanted to leave. In his will, Roland had left The House to the city of Ecruteak. Almost immediately it was sold to a local real estate company. That company tried its best to sell The House for several years, continually lowering the price point. But due to its isolation and notoriety, nobody was willing to purchase it. When the Keeley family finally bought The House, they did so for $80,000 – a fraction of the property's estimated value.

Like Roland, the Keeleys had lived in Ecruteak. But now that the parents, Jan and David, had three playful children, they needed more space. The House, with its three floors and bedrooms, seemed like the perfect opportunity. The move was surprisingly quick, considering the size of the family. There were two bedrooms on the second floor – the first, larger bedroom belonged to Jan and David, while the second belonged to their two little boys, Randy and Jack, both aged 6. The last bedroom, on the third floor, belonged to Olivia, their 5-year-old daughter.

For the first few days, everything was fine. The Keeleys were a happy, young family living in their dream home. The long trips into town were occasionally exhausting, sure. But it was worth it, because they felt truly at home in The House. That feeling remained until the fifth day. That night was when Roland's children woke up.

Sensing a presence in their father's old bedroom, they began there. Olivia was asleep in bed, snug within the confines of her blankets. She did not awake as her covers were torn off, or even as the strange, purple, gaseous limbs lifted her from her bed. When she did open her eyes, she closed them almost immediately. It was bright – too bright. And so hot and dry. And she felt the force around her, lifting her against her will. Olivia was not in her bedroom anymore. Where she was now seemed to match every description of Hell she'd heard in her short life.

Randy was the second member of the Keeley family to wake up. He heard a muffled, high pitched sound coming from the floor below him. The sound paused for a moment, only to begin anew – although this time, it seemed more distant. In the corner of his eye, Randy saw his brother rising from bed. But he was not awake. Faint, dark, swirling forms surrounded him, heaving him upwards and too the side, carrying him away from his bed, and finally planting his feet on the floor at the center of his room. Disturbed in the midst of his dream, Jack took in a breath through his nose – and with it came one of the translucent forms, burrowing into his mind.

Jack's eyes opened with a start, and gazed around the room questioningly, as if whatever compelled them to move was seeing The House through human eyes for the first time. Jack turned and walked to the bedroom door, the high-pitched noise audible once again, this time coming from above. As Randy turned to follow his brother, the barely-visible forces in the room raised both beds off the floor queitly. Jack's face turned back to Randy, a bizarre grin plastered across it. The grin did not falter as both beds were slammed together, causing an ear-shattering boom and crushing Randy's head between them.

The sound was enough to make Jan and David bolt from their beds. Their bodies filled with adrenaline and their actions spurred on by parental instinct, the two ran to their door, violently yanked it open and stared into the hall. They saw their sweet little Jack standing in front of his closed bedroom door, a look of concern on his face.

Jan grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him directly in the eyes, too frenzied to percieve the fact that there was something odd about them. “What was that noise, Jack? Are you alright?” She had a vice-grip on the little boy that surely should have been painful, but Jack did not even wince.

“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I slammed the door. But where is Olivia? I can hear her. Can't you? Don't you want to know where Olivia is?”

The high-pitched noise resumed once again, sounding slightly clearer out in the hallway. Once again it seemed to come from below them, on the first floor... and it was now identifiable as Olivia's hysterical shrieking. Jan and David rushed down the stairs frantically, Jack following closely behind. As they turned the corner into the living room, they saw the fireplace, and heard the crackling of the raging fire that had been lit in it. Echoing down from the chimney, they heard Olivia's screams, weaker than before, interrupted by bouts of coughing.

Olivia was beginning to black out, choking on the noxious smoke being funneled up past her, losing blood from the cuts and abrasions she had received from being scraped against the hot bricks. Jan called out her name desperately, as if the sound of her voice could pull Olivia free of the clutches of whatever had her trapped.

Ducking between David's legs, Jack ran towards the fireplace. “Don't worry Olivia, I'm coming,” he said, entirely too calmly. “I'm coming to get you Olivia. We all are!” Jack took a step into the fireplace, his clothing and hair igniting, his skin being splotched by drops of Olivia's blood that dried and solidified as soon as they landed. “Mommy and Daddy are coming too.” He turned around, his already charred face and strangely dim, reddish eyes staring straight at Jan and David. “Aren't you coming? Won't you try to save your own children? Don't you care about them?”

Jan lunged for the fireplace, only for David to pull her back by the waist. She protested loudly, her shrieks blending in with the weakened cries of her daughter as she saw Jack's body disintegrating in flames through her hot, pouring tears. As the flesh on Jack's jaw began to slide off, making visible a glistening wet section of skull, he spoke for a final time.

“Of course not. You could never love them as much as we loved our father.” What scalded meat was left on Jack's face twisted into a demented smile, and the gaseous purple entity flowed out of his disfigured nose. Olivia's lifeless body crashed down onto Jack's burning corpse, causing it to collapse into the flames as the force that had possessed Jack charged into the two speechless parents, shoving them back a few inches - only for them to be caught by an unbelievably large swarm of swirling purple energy, which proceeded to tear them limb from limb at an agonizingly slow place.

They saved the heads for last. Once they had been severed from their lifeless torsos, the heads were tossed into the fireplace like two logs used for firewood. The flames they fed danced as the rightful residents of The House, the children of Roland, fell into slumber once more. The light from the fire illuminated the inscription on the mantle, casting it in an eerie glow.

“May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
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That was ... brilliant. Wow. o_O
 
Wow. just woah. that was an awesome story UFalien...
 
Another one from the tumblr site.

Lonely Pikachu

When Pokemon Yellow version came out, I was about ten, I think? I remember it really well, because the game actually came out really close to my birthday, so I managed to get a hold of it before most of my friends did. By the time everyone in our admittedly small circle had managed to get the game too, I was about six gyms deep with around 60 species caught. The fact that you get all three starters in one game was so exciting to me, plus the new sprites looked so much better than the ones in Red and Blue, and I was determined to see every single one in my ‘Dex. I must’ve wasted half of my childhood almost getting there, too…

But of course, the best part of Yellow version was the Pikachu that followed you around. Speaking of wasting my childhood. I spent so much time trying to get that thing’s happiness up – it felt like it stayed just under the maximum happiness for ages. It was totally worth it, though, because when I finally beat the elite four, my team was something like Pikachu, all three starters, Snorlax and Alakazam. I was pretty proud of myself. I think the only ones I was missing when I restarted my game was Chansey, Tauros, Electabuzz and of course Mew, since I was fiercely anti-Game Shark. Of course, I had a really good reason for restarting my game. Well, no. It was a really stupid reason, but it seemed like a good one at the time.

The reason was Pikablu. I don’t even know where all those stupid stories about Pikablu came from when I was a kid. I heard at least ten different versions about how you could get it. Some I believed more than others, but I would’ve never admitted I believed any of them at all. I was too smart for that. I probably wouldn’t have bothered if it wasn’t my best friend Jeff that told me about this one method he’d found out. Me and Jeff, we were tight. He’d always told me about all kinds of new things I’d never heard of before, Pokemon-related or otherwise, and he always seemed to make sense. I knew he wouldn’t lie to me. It was tough, having to restart my game. Jeff had insisted that it took two brand-new Pikachus – we had to trade each of ours to each other’s Yellow versions, beat the elite four with just our Pikachu, and then use a water stone on it. Or something like that. Jeff had to convince me for a while to get me to restart my game – yeah, sure, it was easy for him, he hadn’t caught every starter and legendary – but my desire for the two of us to be the only kids we knew to both have a Pikablu won out in the end. I started a new game, named my character ASH like I always did, went through Oak’s whole spiel and got my Pikachu. I skipped over most of the dialogue, but I could’ve sworn that there were some slight differences this time around. Wasn’t really paying much attention though, I’d gone through the Pokemon opening dialogue like a million times.

Anyway, Jeff was way ahead of me by this point, he had his Pikachu and was already fighting wild Rattatas with it and talking a mile a minute about what we’d do with it once he evolved it. While he was doing this, though, I noticed another difference about the game. At the point in the dialogue when Oak gives you the Pikachu and you look at it for the first time, its face popping up in a window at the center of the screen, I realized that it didn’t have its back indifferently turned to me like it should - its happiness was already maxed out.

“Hey, Jeff, look at this!!”

“What? I hafta get my Pikachu to level 100…”

“My Pikachu already loves me and I just got it!”

“What? No it doesn’t.”
”Look!”

“…OH MY GOD! How did you do that?”

“I dunno!! Maybe it has to do with Pikablu!!”
We both giggled and screamed and chattered, and were generally obnoxious as we played through our games to get to the point where we could trade with each other. I kept turning around to talk to my Pikachu every few steps just to double check that it still loved me – Every time it was there to greet me with a huge smile and a heart above its head. I didn’t think to question why this would happen – I was too excited! I couldn’t believe it! I was going to get a PIKABLU! Finally, we were both at a Pokemon center, ready to trade our Pikachus with each other. We hurriedly got our link cable hooked up, both of our Gameboy Colors connected to each other.

I talked to the Link Cable lady, mashed B, blowing past all of the game’s messages beforehand, but stopped short again when I noticed a message I’d never seen before. Right after I said YES to the little dialog box asking me if I wanted to save before trading my Pikachu, the box at the bottom of the screen where text usually went stayed blank for just a few moments, and another message popped up.

“Are you sure? YES/NO”

I hesitated for a few seconds. Jeff looked up at me, more annoyed than confused.

“What are you WAITING for?”

“…Sorry, I just… my game’s just being slow.”

I hit yes. The trade started. I stared at my little Pikachu sprite before it disappeared. I heard its cry – it still amazed me that the programmers had put Pikachu’s actual voice into the game – and then it was gone.

A few minutes later, we’d traded our Pikachus to each other, and I had unfortunately discovered what happens when you trade your Pokemon Yellow Pikachu out of your party.

“What? My Pikachu won’t follow me! It’s gone!!”

“You didn’t know that happened?”

“NO! Why didn’t you tell me you butt?”

“I thought you knew! That’s how you use a stone on it!”

“I want mine back! It had max happiness already!!”

“Awww…”

“Come on!!”

And so began the long, tedious process of hooking up our gameboys to each other once again and preparing and saving our games in order to trade our Pikachus back. When we were finally ready, though, Jeff paused.

“It won’t let me.”

“Huh? Is the cable loose?”

“No, Pikachu says no.”

“What? Why?”

“Look!”

Jeff showed me his screen. At the bottom, the message just said

“PIKACHU refuses!”

We tried it again. It still didn’t work. Jeff was looking a little uneasy now – he showed me his screen again.

“PIKACHU refuses to return to ASH!”

“What the heck? Is it not supposed to come back?”
”No, I mean, I’ve traded my Pikachu out of Yellow version before, it let me bring it back.”
”Maybe it likes you too much? It loved me, so maybe it loves you too, and like, you can’t trade it if it likes you too much.”

“It’s not following me, though!”

“Ugggh! I want it back!”

“Well… why don’t we trade it to your Blue version?”

That seemed like a good idea. I booted up my Blue version, which I hadn’t played in a while – not since Yellow came out. God, the sprites were so much uglier in this version, I’d completely forgotten. While we hooked our Gameboys up again, Jeff looked at my Pikachu’s stat screen.

“Does the sprite look… different to you?”

“What?”

He showed me his screen again. Pikachu’s sprite was in the corner, its stats at the bottom. I wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t said anything, but it did look a little bit different than it did in my cartridge – the difference was slight, but its expression almost seemed sadder. Or were we just seeing things?

Anyway, we both got ready to trade and this time everything went totally smoothly. I gave Jeff a Butterfree, his favorite Pokemon, in exchange for my Pikachu, no weird extra question screens or anything. The only weird thing I noticed this time was that when the Pikachu arrived into my Blue game, its sprite was still a little… well, sadder, kind of. It was hard to notice, especially on that ugly Blue Version sprite… in fact, maybe I was just projecting what I’d seen before on to it and just imagining things, but… I don’t know. As it popped into my screen, the message at the bottom signaling the trade was over said

“Take good care of ASH’S PIKACHU!”

“I thought your name in the game was Jeff.”

“My name is Jeff.”
”No, in your game.”
”Oh. Well yeah, I always name my character Jeff.”

“This says take good care of Ash’s Pikachu.”

“Lemme see.”

“Look.”

“…I don’t get it.”

“Me neither. Is it because it’s a Yellow version Pikachu?”

“No, I told you, I’ve traded my Yellow version Pikachu before. It was just like a normal Pikachu.”

“Maybe we should try trading again.”

“Do we have to? I’m tired of trading over and over… why don’t we battle or something?”

“I want my Pikachu back!!”

“I don’t think it wants to GO back!”

We were silent for a few moments. Could that really be what the problem was? If Jeff was telling the truth, Pikachu wasn’t supposed to do that… It made me a little uneasy, but I shook it off quickly. These games were pretty famously glitchy, after all, everyone knew about that Rare Candy Missingno cheat and all that. So I tucked the sad-looking (was it?) Pikachu away in the PC and challenged Jeff to a battle with my Blue version team against his Red version team.

~

We never tried to get Pikablu again after that – I barely picked up my Yellow version again, I was too annoyed at having lost my almost-full Pokedex. In fact, the next time I traded Pokemon with Jeff was when Gold and Silver versions came out, a couple of years later. By then we were both in middle school, clearly much older and wiser and beyond such myths. Friends had come and gone for both of us even in that short a time, but we stuck together, and we were both still Pokemon playing fiends. Once again, I was determined to complete my Pokedex, and in order to do so, we had to trade from the original games with the Time Capsule. Jeff would come over after school almost every day and we’d spend hours catching the Pokemon and legendaries we’d missed in Red and Blue and transferring entire PC boxes full of the original 150 Pokemon over to his Gold version and my Silver one.

One late afternoon, while we were going through the process of searching our PC boxes, I came across the Pikachu I’d traded from my Yellow version what felt like ages ago, but was really just a few years. I took a look at its sprite – it still looked kind of sad to me. In fact, its sadness seemed more noticeable to me now. Its tail seemed to droop, and it looked like it was… pouting, almost. But that was probably just the memory of it clouding my judgement.

“Hey, Jeff, boot up my Silver version, I wanna move my old Pikachu into it.”

“Oh man, I remember that thing! You never put it back into your Yellow game?”

“No, I never tried again. But I never caught a Pikachu in Silver.”

“You know, you never gave me mine back, either. I had to totally restart my Yellow version again.”

“Yeah, well. Fly to the nearest Pokemon center, okay?”
”Sure, I’ll make sure your party’s all old ones, too. Does it still look kind of depressed to you?”

I paused for a moment at his question, then showed him my Gameboy.

“It totally does. That’s… that’s really creepy…”

“It’s not just me, then?”

“No, it… it looks sadder.”

Unable to decide what to make of this, we were both silent as we prepared the trade.

“Maybe it really will evolve into a Pikablu,” I joked after a while, trying to lighten the mood. Jeff laughed.

“I have like twelve Marills. I don’t even like Marill. You ready?”

“Yeah, I’m sending it over.”

We lolled around watching the trading animation for a little while, discussing our mutual distaste for Marill and Azumarill, when suddenly Jeff jumped up from the corner of my living room floor he was sitting on.

“Holy CRAP! It’s SHINY!! Your Pikachu is shiny like the Red Gyarados!”

“REALLY?!”

I practically bowled Jeff over trying to get to see my screen, snatching the gameboy color with my Silver cartridge in it. He was right – there was the little star icon on its stats screen, and its body was a very different shade of yellow than it should be. It was the first Shiny Pokemon I’d ever seen besides the red Gyarados from the Lake of Rage. I was completely overjoyed, so much so that I barely noticed how unhappy the sprite also looked, and my mood carried through the entire rest of the evening, after Jeff had gotten picked up by his mom, after I’d eaten dinner with my family, and that night, as I lay in bed under the covers, playing Silver version with a light attached to my link cable port.

I was leveling up my Pikachu, waiting for it to evolve so I could finally own a shiny Raichu. But it never happened. Level 30… nothing. 35… nothing… and I was starting to get sleepy. Then I remembered – Pikachu evolved with a Thunderstone, not by leveling up… duh. And I’d just gotten one from a trainer I’d beaten! I flipped through my inventory screen as fast as I could until I found it near the bottom of the Items list, selected USE and then my Pikachu.

“ASH’S PIKACHU refuses!”

…What? I tried it again.

“ASH’S PIKACHU refuses!”

It… it didn’t want to evolve? Didn’t that only happen in Yellow version? Could it not evolve at a certain level or something? And it was still using the name Ash from that old version… I checked my Pikachu’s stats screen just in case, and with a creeping shudder, realized that I hadn’t been imagining things before – its sprite in this version of the game looked depressed as well. In fact, it was a lot more visible now – pretty much beyond a doubt, that sprite wasn’t normal. It was definitely frowning, and looking slightly down. I quickly closed out of the stats screen, and desperately tried one last time to use the Thunderstone on it.

“ASH’S PIKACHU refuses!”

I groaned a little, half out of exasperation and half out of nerves. Why was my game doing this? Why this one Pikachu? All I wanted was a shiny Raichu!! I put my Gameboy down quietly, not wanting to alert my parents that I was still awake at this hour, and took a deep breath. So there was some kind of glitch or corrupt data around this one particular Pokemon or something. Fine. That’s not weird at all. The original games were really glitchy.

…Maybe I could breed another shiny Pikachu and evolve that?

Without a second thought, I Flew on my Crobat to Goldenrod, grabbed a Jigglypuff out of my PC to breed my Pikachu with, and biked over to the Day Care. I was almost glad to get that Pikachu out of my party and into the little pen outside the Day Care – it felt like a dark cloud had been lifted from over me. I stepped outside – the two sprites sat idling behind the white picket fence of the Day Care, just like they normally would. Hopefully they were compatible. Oh wait, I could check that, couldn’t I? Heading back inside, I talked to the old man I’d given Pikachu to.

“Your PIKACHU and JIGGLYPUFF are doing just fine! The two don’t seem to like each other very much.”

Crap. So much for that. Maybe I could find a Snubbull or something to breed with it instead. As I contemplated this, however, another line of dialogue popped up on screen.

“Your PIKACHU seems too homesick to play with other Pokemon.”

I whimpered. I’d never seen that happen before. My strategy guide definitely never mentioned that happening, either. What was going on?

“Your PIKACHU doesn’t seem to want to level up. Would you like it back?”

Doesn’t it normally cost money, even for five seconds of Day-Care? Doesn’t want to level up? What?! I took it back and frantically checked its stats screen again. Its sprite had changed once again. Was… was it crying? I flipped through the each of the three screens – I don’t even know what I was looking for at this point, I just needed some kind of a sign that I was just imagining this whole thing, I suppose – and on the third one, under the “OT” section I saw the word “ASH”. Below that, just barely fitting on the screen, was a three word phrase.

“PLEASE COME BACK”

That proved it… something was wrong with that Pikachu. Maybe it was a glitch? Maybe I really should put it back into my old Yellow version? But I’d lost my the cartridge months ago…

Finally, I decided I’d just get rid of it. Clearly, the thing was glitched up. I didn’t want it messing up my game. Faster than was probably necessary, I walked to the nearest PC, selected the Pikachu and then selected RELEASE. I noticed that I felt somewhat relieved again as I read the “Bye-bye, PIKACHU!” text – probably because that thing was pretty creepy. I saved my game as soon as it was gone, turned my gameboy off and finally curled up under the covers, closing my eyes. For some reason, it took a long time for me to fall asleep, and when I did, I was plagued by nightmares of running away from a crying Pokemon.

~

It’s been a long time since then – I’m in college now. I’ve kept up my Pokemon obsession, but that’s probably the one thing that’s remained constant in my life. None of my old friends went to the same school as me once we graduated high school. Jeff was probably the one I stayed friends with the longest, but even he left eventually, too, and not on particularly good terms. He wasn’t too happy when I got my first boyfriend – I guess our friendship wasn’t worth as much as I thought it was. I’ve got new friends at school now – and hey, they play Pokemon, too. It was kind of a relief to find out I wasn’t the only one. The games have definitely changed a lot since I was a little kid, too, but I still love them – I think Gen III and IV got a lot of unfair flack because nothing could ever live up to our exaggerated childhood memories. Got to admit, though, HeartGold and SoulSilver were probably my favorite games out of the newer ones. They were the perfect mix of old and new features – I still play them a lot now, want to see if I can fill up my Pokedex before Black and White come out. I love the fact that your party leader follows you around, too, as an old shout-out to Yellow version.

Only thing is, it reminds me of that fucking Pikachu.

It happened a few days ago. I had some time to kill between classes, and I was rooting in the grass outside of Goldenrod city trying to find Dittos to breed with when I got jumped by a wild Pokemon. What was weird was that the battle music never played – the screen just flashed and transitioned into battle mode without a sound. I felt my stomach drop as, sliding from the left side of the screen as the battle started, a shiny Pikachu appeared in front of me.

By now, I’d caught two or three shiny Pokemon by sheer luck, so the little sparkle animation that occurred wasn’t a huge shock to me. What was was the fact that the Pikachu’s sprite didn’t look anything like it should. It was completely dejected – bags under its eyes, tail on the ground, its normally bright red cheeks dull, almost brown. It didn’t emit a cry, or strike a battle pose like normal wild Pokemon would, and there was no music playing in the background at all. It just stood there, looking like the weight of the world was on its shoulders.

“ASH’S PIKACHU appeared!”

I didn’t even think. I immediately tapped the “Bag” button with my stylus, selected a basic Poke Ball, and watched as my trainer’s sprite threw it at the poor Pikachu. Somehow, even with its health bar completely full, the Poke Ball tilted once, twice, three times, then turned gray, and I caught the Pikachu on the first try.

There wasn’t any nickname screen. The game went straight back to the overworld screen, but one thing had changed – instead of going to my PC, the Pikachu I had just caught was following me. The game was eerily silent. Breathing more frantically now, I checked my party screen. My Pokemon party hadn’t changed – it was the same lineup with an Ampharos in the lead, but when I returned back to the overworld screen, the Pikachu was still right there behind me, staring at me. Hesitating slightly at first, I tapped the “Talk” button with my stylus.

Finally, I heard its cry – the one from Yellow Version, but slowed down, almost as if it was in pain.

“PIKACHU wants to go home…”

Did it mean what I think it meant? I tapped the button again.

“PIKACHU is staring at you with blank eyes…”

I thought I knew what it wanted now, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to move yet. I tapped the button again.

“PIKACHU is looking at the horizon…”

Suddenly, the background music began starting up again, but the song had changed. It was quiet at first, but steadily grew louder and louder until it was at a more recognizable volume and I realized what song it was.

The theme from Pallet Town.

I knew what I had to do. I went to my party screen, tapped on my Pidgeot and selected Fly, stopping at Indigo Plateau first before heading to Pallet Town.

When we arrived, the music had gone dead once again – I was staring at a silent screen. Pallet Town was completely empty; normally there are two or three NPCs milling about, but no one was there this time. Slowly, I began to walk towards Professor Oak’s lab, the Pikachu following behind me. I didn’t realize it at first, but it was actually much slower than a normal Pokemon should be – it stayed a step behind me the entire time. Before heading into the Lab, I turned around one last time and talked to the Pikachu.

“PIKACHU looks hopeless…”

I gulped despite myself and walked inside. No lab assistants were there, but Professor Oak was, at the back of the lab as usual. My character walked up the screen without my pressing anything, and I realized that the Pikachu was no longer behind me – for some reason, it had stayed outside. A dialog box popped up and Professor Oak began to speak, not his usual spiel about filling up your Pokedex, but a single sentence, “Where is your Pokemon?”

I talked to him again. Same message. Not entirely wanting to know the answer, I walked back outside.

Sitting outside, one pace in front of Oak’s Lab was a Lavender Town gravestone. Without a second thought, I walked up to and tapped my stylus to read the inscription.

“Here lies PIKACHU

Abandoned by ASH twelve years ago

Died of loneliness.”
 
That was fast!

This doesn't mean I have to marry you though, right? I mean... we just met.

Btw, which story did you right?
 
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