Who was Chumee supposed to be?
Probably a Bulbasaur, since Crystal replaced Venu with it.
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Who was Chumee supposed to be?
Wow, you actually wrote it very well. A rarity on bulbapedia, most that I find are too enterkey-happy, are comma splices galore, or don't use any commas. It seemed more like a "weird" story than a scary one, though.
EDIT: Just checked the tumblr site again
Don't Look
http://nonparael.deviantart.com/#/d2zcvjuThis has always been a quiet town. As of late, it’s been quieter still. These days, people are reluctant to leave their homes.
It started off harmlessly enough. In fact, when it began, no-one would realise for quite some time that it even had. People began to suffer from increasingly severe headaches. Children were affected the most. My wife was one of the people affected, I myself did not notice any ill effect, and did not make the connection until much later.
I would guess that it was roughly a week after these headaches started, that anyone first noticed something was amiss. The first body found was a young boy, I couldn’t say for sure but I think he must have been only 12 years old at the most. Looked to be suicide.
That was just the start. From that point on, people started dropping like flies. Most fell into some manner of coma; some were suicides, as with the first case, while a small few seemed to have died outright, of no discernible cause.
What was more baffling still, was that there was little rhyme or reason to those affected, no common thread tying these people together.
Though concerned, of course, I had my own job to do, and thought I could do little else but leave the matter to those that were qualified to deal with it.
When I returned to my home not three days from the first death, however, I changed my mind.
- - -
I daresay whoever is reading this can guess at what awaited me. I would request your understanding that I do not wish to dwell long on this particular detail. Suffice to say, my wife was not waiting for my return, to greet me in our usual fashion, nor will be again.
I now had a personal stake in events, and understood all too clearly the terrible reality of the situation. With this, how could I possibly sit by and hope that someone else would resolve the situation? No, I had to do whatever I could.
The public, understandably, were quite reluctant to divulge any information to me. I cannot blame them for that. Slowly, I began to piece together the events of, by this stage, the last couple of months.
The first indication that something was wrong, I realised, was the headaches. These still persisted, and typically, when they were at their worst, someone would suffer in some fashion soon after.
However, those suffering from the headaches, and those that were dying or falling from consciousness, were two different groups. Sometimes overlapping, but it was still clear that one did not lead to the other. So rather than being the cause, I can only fathom that these headaches are a sign of the presence of whatever is doing this.
The second thing that caught my interest was the state of the victims. In almost every case, regardless of the eventual outcome, the victims show signs of self-inflicted injury. Even those patients that have survived, albeit remaining, still, unconscious, show signs of this.
The final piece of information that I have managed to gather, and the detail that has been by far the most difficult on which to persuade people to speak, is as follows.
Only 10 hours prior to the first death, erratic behavior was observed in a variety of electronic equipment. Key amongst these, in my opinion, are that through radio and other audio emitting devices, a heavy static and garbled noises have been experienced [Headaches seem to have been especially severe in those to have heard this.], and that there have been claims that a shadowy figure was seen crossing TV monitors, against a backdrop of static. Of the latter, I have only been able to gather second-hand accounts. Only a couple of months ago, I would have dismissed such fanciful tales, but with the town’s atmosphere as it is, with all those that have suffered, I find the idea that there is some connection to these events quite plausible.
It is only now, that I come to write this, that I realize that in the past few weeks, many of the people I have spoken to have left their TVS and radios switched off, unplugged, or seem not to own one at all.
- - -
I’ve seen it! The shadow they spoke of!
I was at the hospital, attempting to find out if they had observed any change in the comatose victims. My, I must profess, unsuccessful, attempts at interrogation were interrupted by a sudden, harsh burst of static. The nurse fled immediately, but I, instead, sought the source of the noise.
The screen that would normally display the patient’s vital signs was the culprit, now only a flurry of snow upon it. Against my better judgement, I did not avert my eyes, and so, continued to look on as I saw an indistinct, shadowy figure pass from one side of the screen to the other. Once it had passed, the noise subsided, and the original display slowly flickered back into view.
This is it, the cause of these events, I am sure of it. And now, having seen it. My fate. Is it, perhaps, the same?
You may be familiar with how, if you gaze upon a bright light, an image of its shape will remain once you close your eyes. That shadowy figure, in this manner, remains with me now, as I write this. It has not faded.
Worse, it does not remain still. Since I first saw it, the figure has imitated the first few steps of the figure I saw in the monitor. But now, I know, it has become aware of me, and is slowly turning in my direction.
If I could keep my eyes open, perhaps I would be safe, but everyone needs to blink. My eyes may only close for a fraction of a second; too briefly for me to even see how much progress that figure has made but I know, all the same, that it’s progress is unstoppable now. Perhaps if I took a longer look, the figure may not, by now, be quite so indistinct. Perhaps, if I had the courage, I might be able to offer some insight as to the identity of this killer. But I dare not. I do not know how close it is to me now.
I don’t know how much time I have left, but I must tell all I can, in the hopes that someone may succeed where I have failed.
You may have figured it out by now, you, who are reading this, but the injuries sustained by the previous victims…In almost all cases, the injuries were to the eyes. Some died in the attempt, but those who now lie in comas are the ones that succeeded in destroying their sight. Many that died showed signs of trying, as well, but I can only imagine they were not quite fast enough.
I…do not have the will to attempt it, I can only hope what I write here will, in some way, help to end this.
Do not look upon ANY manner of screen.
No matter what happens.
Do NOT look.
It’s close!
It’s he
- - -
‘Kadabra, Pokédex entry: Leaf Green – It emits special alpha waves from its body that induce headaches just by being close.’
‘Kadabra, Pokédex entry: Diamond – If one is nearby, an eerie shadow appears on TV screens. Seeing the shadow is said to bring bad luck.’
After reading a creepypasta (AN EPIC ONE--better than everything here, even Lost Silver, Creepy Black, everything) about a haunted Zelda: Majora's Mask game, I'm inspired to think of something like that only with Pokemon of course. :'D
Here's one from the Tumblr, I don't think anyone's posted it yet:
Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear
I never imagined a person could actually complete a hack. I thought in time they’d get bored and scurry away to something else – another project that wouldn’t be finished. That’s how I was, so I figured everyone else was the same. That was until a friend and I discovered a hacked version of Gold. We were so mesmerized with it that we couldn’t stop playing until we were finished (which took about 9 hours with the speed button). We had just gotten into the ROM/hacking business and it was the first pokemon hack I had seen complete. The two of us looked at each other after the victory “…” message from Red and knew what the other was thinking.
We had to make one ourselves.
We had no idea where to go, though, and for awhile we were in a rut. We compiled everything we needed for hacking, and read every possible tutorial there was. It was exhausting, but it was fun.
For the first few months, all we did was goof around to get use to the programs. My partner wasn’t satisfied with the bullshit we were pulling, however, and wanted to get down to work. I couldn’t argue, I wanted to make a ROM that would circulate the web faster than fire would a forest. It was time to get started.
We played out the idea in our head. A pokemon game with the starter pokemon as the main character. It would start off with the pokemon’s story before it met the trainer, and continue playing even after the pokemon met the trainer. The game? Crystal. (It was both our favorites at the time) As complex as it sounded, we were both excited.
That was until both of us got the bad news. My friend was to move – not two or three blocks away, not even a few cities away, but rather across the country. From the great towers of New York city to the rainy state of Washington. It was hard on both of us, but with the promise to keep in touch, the only thing that seemed to shatter was the project.
I waited and waited and waited. It had been several months since my friend’s move, and there had been no contact. I gave up hope and deleted all the hacking programming from my database. I didn’t need it anymore, my friend had been the brain, and I had only been his creative lackey. Without him, I was a useless tool. Besides, I was starting my senior year in high school and didn’t need to bother with my summer dream anymore.
As I grew, I matured. Therefore, I found I wasn’t fit for an e-mail with the words cat and princess. I changed my internet address and soon, after I graduated, I changed my home address. I went into college that fall, computer programming as an ideal major – Who would have believed?
I started riffling through the internet world of hacking once again. I was vaguely intrigued by what I found, but a little more than depressed at the thought of what could have been. What had ever happened to our idea? Did my friend really go through with it? Had he ever even contacted me? Curiosity got the better of me and I flipped over to my old e-mail. After a few tries of guessing my password, I was allowed in and I cruised my inbox. On the bottom of the first page was an e-mail address I didn’t recognize. It was titled “Finished”. It had been sent a month before. I had to click on it, despite the fact my conscious was screaming, “Mal-ware attack off the port bow!”
Surprisingly, no virus was attached. Only a short bio and a GBA file. The e-mail read as followed:
“Sorry it took so long. I had to add my own special mix to the game. You know how I am. I made this for you. Now that it’s done I can get you out of my system. I don’t want to talk to you again. You’ll understand why. Have fun with the game. Don’t try to contact me and don’t share this with anyone else. Is that clear?”
My heart pounded and I felt tears curl in my eyes. He had been my best friend and despite the fact we had been away for longer than a year now, I still missed his company. Too upset to look at the ROM at the moment, I set it aside and went out to ease my mind. It wasn’t until I came back several hours later that I realized my mistake.
My roommate, though she is a little angel, can be a real pig. She has no boundary lines and therefore finds everything to be hers. This included my laptop and what was on it.
I had left the e-mail open, and the ROM waiting to be played. My roommate had also wanted to go into video game programming, before she dropped out of course. She knew what a ROM was and knew exactly how to play it. She knew how to hack – better than I ever could, and was always looking for the next best thing. Unfortunately, she had found the opposite.
In the corner of our room, she laid quietly, tears running down her face. The laptop still sat on my bed, this time with the ROM open and running. It was blinking from red to black in quick succession. Wondering if this had caused a seizure, I zipped over to her, careful to not surprise her in any way. I asked what had happened, but all the left her mouth was several dramatic cries and screams.
I figured this had nothing to do with the game anymore. Her boyfriend had probably called her and broken up with her for the umpteenth time. With a sigh, I set up her ideal comfort zone. A couch lined with pillows and blankets, the remaining chocolate ice cream on the coffee table, and her favorite childhood movie – Fox and the Hound. She nestled in quite nicely, and quite quietly, leaving me to do as I pleased.
Seeing as how the ROM was already opened, I padded back to my room to play. The screen was no longer blinking, it just sat, black, with words slowly appearing and disappearing. With no desire to ruin the game play, I attempted to close the window. Exiting was not an option. The screen stopped what it was doing and flashed to white, a cute little totodile sliding into view. The totodile itself looked heartbroken. “Please don’t leave me,” the screen read. This was followed by a yes or no. Upon the attempt at hitting the no, it only went back to the first screen of “Please don’t leave me.”
I grimaced. I had to leave if I wanted to start a new game. I completed a hard shut down and reboot on my computer. Reopening the ROM, I was allowed to see the starting sequence for the first time. Having read about so many hacks before, I was keen to every detail intertwined within the game. The start-up was typically the same, except for the end. The unknown message spelt “Move Out” instead of “Pokemon” Clever, I thought to myself.
I was then led to the basic screen where it asked if I would like to continue or start a new game. Clicking on a new game led me to a similar introduction of the game. However, Professor Oak was replaced with a suicune. Suicune elaborated on how pokemon came into existence and how “we” were used as weapons by trainers. Not all trainers are bad, it reminded me.
From there I was asked if I was a boy or a girl. I claimed a girl and proceeded. It then wanted to determine what I was. This seemed to take the place of naming yourself in the original game. Instead of having the options of names, I was given a list of starter pokemon. “Chikorita; Cyndaquil; Totodile; More” Curious to see what more was, I clicked and was led to another list. “Bulbasaur, Charmander; Back” I guess he had never decided to program in Squirtle. Without empathy for the blue turtle, I went back and chose Cyndaquil, my favorite pokemon of all time. (I still wonder what would happen if I had chosen Bulbasaur or Charmander…)
The game immediately started you in New Bark town. My avatar was that of a beast pokemon, as custom out-of-the-ball avatars weren’t made until the Hoenn region. (And I’m guessing my friend was too lazy to design custom ones himself) But it moved well none the less.
When you pressed start you were only able to look at your “POKEMON” “SAVE” or go to “OPTIONS” I looked at myself. I was only a pathetic level 2. I needed to train. However, I wanted to explore first. My attempt came to a sad failure when I realized all the doors were locked. Humans could be stalkers, but pokemon can’t even peep through windows! (Speaking of peeping through windows, I noticed Silver wasn’t there) Hoping the rest of the game wouldn’t be this bad, I journeyed out into the grasslands.
Before I was allowed to enter, a sprite of a bird pokemon hoped over, asking me what the time was. I checked my watch and responded appropriately. “It’s that late already!” He shouted. “I overslept!” (Similar to what Gold/Crystal says in the beginning of the original games) His avatar then fluttered away on a gust of invisible wind.
Now with the time set, I strolled into the grass. The first pokemon I ran into was a sentret. My options were “FIGHT; TALK; SWITCH; RUN” The talk took over in place of the bag. Intrigued by the talk command, I hit it. My character said nothing, at least, nothing I could see. The sentret’s response was “Get out of my territory.”
It then proceeded to use tackle on me which dropped me by three quarters of my health. Fearing the worst and having no idea on how to heal myself, I ran from battle and went back to town. At the water’s edge (near Crystal’s house) was a beast avatar which I assumed was Suicune. I talked to it and its response was “It’s okay little one. I’ll take care of you.” It flashed white and played the healing music. I was healed.
Travelling back into the grass I managed to reach level 5. I was unable to gain experience after this. Disappointed, I headed off to Cherrygrove, wondering what the heck I had to do. Before I could reach the border, professor elm came running up and initiated a battle. (Similar to Gold vs Silver battle) Professor elm sent out a totodile (Of course) and shot me down to the red. He then threw a pokeball at me. My avatar screamed “NO!” and a high pitched piercing noise left the computer. The screen went black.
White words slowly appeared on the black screen. “My family… My friends… I’ll never be able to see them again…” The words faded and were replaced with a yes or no option. Yes or no what? I clicked yes.
To my astonishment, the screen proceeded to flash black and white and a piercing yelp tore through the room. As the scream finished, I was left with my cyndaquil on a white background. It shook its head and faded into the background. The sprite was then replaced with Silver – the redheaded character who is always staring into the window of the lab. Words appeared on the screen. “Family is useless. Let’s go.”
I suddenly had a longing to call my mother.
The screen faded out to Silver on Route 29. I was now able to move his sprite instead of my cyndaquil’s. (I suppose the yes or no decided if you received Silver or Gold as a trainer) I checked my pack. I had everything a trainer would have, including a pokegear. I had two phone numbers in there. 911 (Am I going to need a hospital?) and PSA. Having no idea what either one of them would do, I dialed up 911 first. The screen blinked white and the healing music played. Automatic healing center? Win!
Then came PSA. I dialed it and for a few seconds there was nothing. The game was mute. As soon as I started to settle in the silence however, an alarming high-pitched static blared through and I mashed the b button to end the call. I guess it was a “We’ll call you, you don’t call us” kind of number.
There weren’t many differences for awhile after that. When I went into pokemon battles there was never a RUN option anymore. This time, Run was replaced with Talk. However, talking usually got me nowhere. The pokemon would either respond with “…” “Intruder!” “Die…” or “Please don’t hurt me…”
When I received pokemon later, and switched during battle, I discovered that the screen would glitch again (it’d have a red screen for a moment) and switch out to the next pokemon. The TALK command would disappear, and in its place, a normal RUN command was configured.
After every attack Cyndaquil did, whether it damaged the opponent or not, Cyndaquil would go, “I’m sorry!!!” It was only with Cyndaquil that this happened. I was allowed to catch other pokemon and gained a caterpie (evolved to a butterfree), mareep (evolved to an ampharos), wooper (used as a surf slave) lapras (I was never asked the day, so is it always Friday in this world?) eevee (evolved to an umbreon) and stantler through my travels. Seeing as how I was unable to name Cyndaquil or its evolutions (The name rater seemed to think it already had a nice name) I decided not to nickname anyone else either.
As Cyndaquil matured it grew colder. Upon evolving to Quilava it would no longer apologize after ever move, only after the battle, if I hadn’t captured the pokemon. Quilava would talk to no one so the response I received after the “TALK” command was always “…”. The evolution to Typhlosion was most frightening however.
The first thing I noticed was its avatar. The large typhlosion had scarlet, pupil-less eyes. Had I created a monster unintentionally? Quickly after this realization I initiated a battle against a stantler. I went to the talk command and my typhlosion finally had a conversation with it. “All pokemon will perish.” To which the stantler replies (in format; WILD POKEMON STANTLER: or TYPHLOSION “Kill me and you will never find out where your mother is.”
I was shocked. We hadn’t discussed my starter’s family since the very beginning of the game! (The fact that the pokemon could talk was something I had long since established and was no longer mystified by the feature)
In that battle, I was unable to trigger any “FIGHT” commands with Typhlosion (He must have been in shock, poor thing) so I swapped out with my Butterfree and ran.
As the battle faded Typhlosion’s sprite appeared on the screen (it looked close to a typhlosion anyway – It wasn’t a beast sprite) White words the black background appeared. “She is really alive… Let me go see mother. Let us go see mother!” I was desperately hoping a yes or no option box would appear, but to my disappointment (and probably Typhlosion’s) the screen only faded back to the route I was on.
Typhlosion refused to fight in anymore wild battles, however, when I challenged Morty the Ekrutek gym leader, my butterfree was first in my party, but Typhlosion appeared. I still couldn’t fight with it, so I tried switching out. Also negative. My only options left were bag or talk. I proceeded to converse.
TYPHLOSION: Where is my mother?
GASTLY: …
TYPHLOSION: You know where she is. Tell me.
GASTLY: …
The conversation abruptly ended and Gastly used curse. Typhlosion’s response was “!!!”
Again, I tried to switch out. This time I was allowed and quickly sent out my Umbreon to finish the battle. At the end, I was awarded a badge, a TM and prize money – the regular winnings. However, as I tried to walk away, typhlosion’s sprite appeared before Morty.
TYPHLOSION: GIVE ME MY MOTHER.
Typhlosion then proceeded to tackle the leader. Upon contact, the leader disappeared. Had… I killed him? The screen began flashing red and a siren played. Ghost sprites began to appear around me. I ran out only to get a call from PSA. Something I had been waiting for since the beginning of the game.
“You deceived us. You acted before a call. You shall meet your execution.”
My heart thumped as the screen flashed red and black. A scream echoed from down the hall and made me jump. For a moment, tears threatened to explode. I eventually calmed down and told myself my roommate had put on a scary movie after calming down with her Disney classics. It wasn’t her scream, I knew that one well. With a deep breath, I looked back at the flashing red and black screen. This is probably where my roommate had lost it.
I tried to close to see if it would mimic what it had done before. (I had saved before the Gym, I wasn’t that scared of losing a few minutes of data) A cyndaquil appeared on the screen. However, instead of asking me not to leave he commands me to “Find Mother.” I press A and I’m brought back to Ekrutek City, right outside the Gym. Nothing out of the usual. I went to the pokemon center and healed my pokemon and then out towards Olivine City.
Before I made it to the City, or even the MooMoo Milk House, I was confronted by a crap load of team rocket grunts. They stood in three rows, blocking my way from continuing. There were too many to battle! What was I suppose to do?
I ducked out and headed towards Mahogany. Maybe it’d be different. Not different at all. More Grunts. I decided to talk to one of them. Maybe they didn’t want to battle.
Maybe rattatas could fly.
There were no words. I was automatically sent into battle, and was horrified at what I saw. The grunt sent out a tyranitar at level 99. The sprite had eyes like my Typhlosion.
It was simple to understand that I lost the battle. Very quickly I might add. The screen was a regular white-out screen. “Silver is out of usable pokemon. Silver whited out!” Instead of being sent back to the pokemon center though, the screen fades black and Typhlosion appears.
“I am going to find mother,” He says. And then fades.
I can’t control anything for a few seconds. It’s just a delayed black screen. Some fail programming on my ex-friend’s fault I guess. When it comes back though, my sprite is of a beast sprite. I check my pokemon. Nothing except typhlosion in my pack.
There are still grunts on both sides of ekrutek, but as a typhlosion, they don’t bother me. Of course, without surf, I can’t go much farther. I back track and think.
A battle initiates as I begin walking back to Goldenrod. I still can’t fight, and the run option isn’t there. I had a feeling this was going to be the end of the game. I couldn’t go anywhere right? Wrong. I tried the talk option.
TYPHLOSION: Show me my mother.
PIDGEY: Come back when you’re nicer.
TYPHLOSION: SHOW ME MY MOTHER.
I am not allowed to use the talk option anymore, but fight is once again open for business. I burn the bird to a crisp and walk out. I have to come back when I’m nicer? How do I become nice?
I thought of the haircutters in Goldenrod. Hoping it was worth a shot, I traveled back, happy that I had the ability to kill wild pokemon again.
Back in Goldenrod, I get a quick touch up to my fur. With a clean pelt, and a happy salesman (I enjoyed the fact he didn’t question a typhlosion paying him) I padded back into the grass. A battle initiated with a ditto. Of course, I talked to it. Typhlosion lacked any words, so I assumed it was done yelling. Ditto told me to return home quickly. I figured he meant New Bark Town so I headed back quickly.
Once in newbark town, I had to gasp in surprise. The regular houses, including Gold’s home, had completely disappeared. The only thing to remain was a lab, which had poorly animated fire blazing on top of it. With nowhere else to go, I courageously go and explore the burning lab.
The aids seemed to have escaped, but professor elm was running back and forth at the top stupidly. I entered his path, and pressed A to talk to him when he ran into me. He declared, “All hope is lost! Kill me now!”
I knew my ex-friend enjoyed gore and violence, but this was just going over the top. It was no longer about a poor cyndaquil’s search for a home; it was now about death and destruction. If this is what he meant but his own little touch, he was sick.
I didn’t get an option of yes or no and once I got out of his path he continued running like a maniac.
I remembered how in the beginning, Suicune was at the lake to heal me. Maybe if I confronted the blue dog again, it’d help stop the rambunctious fire. I scurried out. At the lake, there was no Suicune in sight. There was, however, a swirling black whirlpool.
Since I wasn’t a water pokemon, I couldn’t surf out to it. Puzzled, I just walked around the town to see if anything else had changed. As I began to leave the town the lab’s fire caused an explosion which was followed by another ear shattering noise. It left the screen white.
With ringing ears, I looked around. Silence. Pure white silence. I jammed on the keys to make something happen.
The screen finally faded back to an overworld shot. It consisted of a blank landscape (concrete ground) and a single grave in the middle. Typhlosion was there, but I couldn’t control his sprite. He sat for awhile and finally ventured over to the grave site. A small ghost faded into the picture, in front of the grave.
Typhlosion’s last words are “Mother, I’m home.”
The mother drifts over to her son and replies “We’ll have more joining us soon.”
I shiver as the screen fades black for the last time. I thought that was the end of the game, so I begin to click [x]. Before I complete the action however, small white letters in unknown coding appear.
“We have taken another one.”
My roommate came in just then, pale, and tears running down her face. There was a phone in her hand and she was shaking. “Casey, can you drive me to the hospital? My mom was in a car accident this afternoon and I want to make sure she’s okay.”
My face went pale. I’ve been writing this shortly after my return. My roommate’s mother had died. Rest in peace Mother Sarah.
It was a story that needed to be told. (Though it was several hours after the initial play time. Not all dialogue may be exactly correct, but I believe I’ve gotten close to what it was) I’ve been trying to force myself to believe several things, but none seem to be working. I’m filing under crazy and locking the door – just in case.
The final thing to do is to delete the e-mail. My hands hit the keys but my fingers are frozen.
“Sorry it took so long. I had to add my own special mix to the game. You know how I am. I made this for you. Now that it’s done I can get you out of my system. I don’t want to talk to you again. You’ll understand why. Don’t try to contact me and don’t share this with anyone else. Is that clear?”
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and type a response. “Crystal.”
~Mañana
Here's one from the Tumblr, I don't think anyone's posted it yet:
Crystal Clear
Why is Shanderaa in the Purgatory story, though?
Anyone gotta creepy pasta that happens in the pokemon world itself?
Here's one from the DA group:
Fifty Below Zero
She wasn't sure how it happened. One minute, her ski group had been just one step ahead of her and the next minute, they had gone so far ahead and she could no longer see them among the white glare. She stood alone with her ski poles and the skis still strapped to her boots, cursing her luck. Of course, she HAD to get distracted by an adorable herd of Piplup, Prinplup and Empoleon. She HAD to stop and stare at the magnificence of the leader Empoleon's long horns and sleek appearance. Her momentary distraction had separated her from the group, who had no idea she wasn't paying attention.
But she wasn't worried. Not much. Sure it was very cold. And sure there were reports that a blizzard would blow in within a few hours. But her group wouldn't forget about her, right? Once they noticed she was missing, they would send out a search team. A sleigh would be towed by a fine team of Arcanines who braved the cold with their fires and used their keen sense of smell to find lost people and bring them back to a safe shelter. Once she was rescued, she would be back by the fire and joking about it with her friends. She was sure they would tease her about her wandering attention and say she had the attention span of a Skitty. The incident would be forgotten and they would be off on another ski trip tomorrow.
So really, there was nothing to worry about.
Right?
&-&-&-&
The wind was really beginning to pick up. There was no way she could get a fire going to keep her warm or to make a signal. It would just blow out right away. The snowflakes pelted her face and she wished she had something to cover her face up with. At the rate the wind was blowing, it would take longer for the search team to find her. Scents usually remained in the snow and Arcanines weren't so easily tricked. But if the snow was blown in another direction, they might follow the wind and miss her completely.
The blizzard was definitely starting.
But she remained optimistic. If she could find the direction her group was headed, maybe she could make it easier for the Arcanines to find her. She had been in the same place she was before so her group could retrace their steps and find where they had lost her. But staying in the same spot wasn't working. Now she had to get moving. She was starting to get very cold, even though she had bundled up properly before heading out. The temperatures were dropping rapidly now and movement might be her only possible way of keeping warm.
So she grabbed her ski poles and began walking.
&-&-&-&
Which way was the lodge? The blizzard had begun to blow so hard and limiting her visibility. She had been walking for two hours and she still hadn't gotten anywhere. There was also no sign of the search team or any rescue pokemon.
She shivered. It was way too cold now. This was the kind of weather where spit would freeze before hitting the ground. It was also getting dark, which added to her fears. Search teams would brave blizzards in the day to help people but they never pursued a search in darkness.
She didn't know what to do.
If only there was some sort of shelter somewhere...like a cave or a bunch of trees that could shield her from the wind. She could spend the night huddled up and try and sleep a bit. The blizzard would pass and she would have more visibility to try and find her way down. As it was, she couldn't see two feet in front of her face.
It was so cold.
Defeated by the elements, she settled down near some trees and hoped someone would find her soon. She crossed her arms in front of her, pulled her hat down as far as she could and closed her eyes.
The blistering cold would make sure she would never open them again.
&-&-&-&
It was late in the afternoon when they found her. Her features were caked with frost and her skin was blue. She was frozen to the touch and any efforts to rouse her were futile. She was dead.
A terrible accident, they said. A woman lost in the mountains had frozen to death in the plunging cold. The rescue team was sorry they couldn't find her in time and nothing could soften the blow to her friends and family.
They had no idea the woman would have her revenge.
You were too late.
Three months after the woman had died, the rescue team were out in the snow to train some new Growlithes and Arcanines. The lodge was closed to visitors since the woman's death (skiers had started looking into safer places to ski and hardly anyone trusted the people who ran the lodge anymore). The lodge owner had publicly blamed his emergency search team and called their Arcanines 'worthless mutts'. Now the search team was forced to train new dogs all over again.
"Mush!"
"Sniff!"
"Find!"
"Howl!"
"Halt!"
They had passed the same spot where the dead woman was found. Many of the searchers shuddered and felt a deep sadness whenever they saw that one particular tree (now hosting a cross to pay tribute to the dead woman). The dogs had a different reaction. They suddenly came to a stop and started barking at something.
"Hey, what's going on? What's up, fellas?" the musher said. He tried to get the dogs to move but they stayed frozen to the spot. The lead ones were growling and backing up, their hairs on their back standing straight up.
You were too late. I depended on you. You let me down and left me to die.
A gust of wind blew some snowflakes in (odd, considering it was a clear day) and the air suddenly got colder. The dogs' barking got louder and louder and a figure appeared in the middle of the blowing wind. From where the musher stood, it seemed to be a creature that resembled a woman wearing a kimono. What scared him was she seemed to be floating instead of walking and she was headed right for him.
A blast of cold air washed over his team of dogs and they stopped barking. Another blast was all it took to freeze them solid. The musher stood still, paralyzed with fear. He tried to urge his dogs to move, hoping their inner fires would thaw the frost, but he got no response.
The creature was much closer to him now. He could see her clearly. Her eyes were ablaze with hatred and evil. She opened her mouth and one more blast of cold air left her body. The musher had no time to scream before he was frozen solid.
&-&-&-&
No one dares to go near that haunted spot anymore. Not only did a woman die up there but people say that the team that was training and had disappeared are still up there, frozen in time and rooted to the spot.
They say that, if you do venture up there, you can hear a woman laughing in a mocking way. She will invite you to come closer to see her lovely display.
It's beautiful. So beautiful.
Won't you come and see...
...my lovely prey?
http://triforcemythholder.deviantart.com/art/Fifty-Below-Zero-180495129
Wow. Just wow. Now that was some good creepypasta, especially the last line, very chilling. Not one I'll soon foget.
but its not a pokemon one
the only pokemon i can think of is frolass