Pokémon Creepypasta

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wahts on wwith this thread
ok i need to verify this ok someone quote the story hyper mode and put it on the thread watch what happens

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Both humans and other Pokemon have said that they wish they had pre- and postcognition such as I. They say this because they are ignorant of what a burden my abilities truly are.

A good example are the visions I see everyday when I wake up in the morning and view the sun. My left eye shows me the sun as it once was - nothing but glittering space dust in an endless sea of darkness. But then I see the dust begin to gather together and glow brightly - the sun is born, and the rest of the solar system is soon to follow. It is a brief (though I know that this process actually took eons), but beautiful scene.

But my right eye shows the opposite; it shows the sun as old and decrepit, hanging in the sky above a barren landscape. I see it suddenly turn as red as blood. Is see its redness fill the entire sky…and then I see the land burnt to nothingness by it. I then see it cast off its redness and become a tiny white speck before burning out forever.

This happens every morning - I am forced to see the birth and death of our sun as well as the end of our world. Unlike some disturbing visions I have had about the future, I know it to be inevitable. The sun and our world must die like everything else, and there is nothing you nor I may do about it.

It is not only the sun that triggers these visions. If I were to look at the ground, I would simultaneously see the birth of the planet from dust cast off from the new sun and its destruction that I described earlier. When I see the moon at night, I see it splitting off from the earth while at the same time meeting the same fate as our world. To my knowledge, there is no way for me to block these visions. It is in this way that my abilities are more of a curse.

Even moreso is that these visions I have described are not the worst ones I have. No, there are far worse things that I see that cause me to stand in place all day, paralyzed with fear - some of which I know to be inevitable.

…I guess it is best I do not describe the visions I have whenever I lay eyes on a human.

Xatu - Xatu stands rooted and still in one spot all day long. People believe that this Pokémon does so out of fear of the terrible things it has foreseen in the future. (Ruby)




As many of you know, the Pokémon Rotom is capable of entering in and possessing ordinary appliances. In order for this to work, the item must have a motor and be a type of motor-driven object that Rotom is familiar with and able to take on the form of.

Given Rotom’s popularity as a Pokémon, and the fact that so many people here love to discuss forme changes and possibilities, I guess it’s surprising that no one wants to talk about all of Rotom’s formes. I found it out on my own, too, so I guess it’s a personal discovery if you do find it.

Game Freak designed Rotom so that when it is caught, and only when it is caught, you can have it possess certain, specific “objects” in the game that are motor-driven. Just not computer ones, like the PC or Wii. There is, however, one exception to this, where Rotom can possess a circuitboard appliance.

A DS-Rotom is obtainable after you’ve captured Rotom in-game. This forme does nothing in-game and does not appear in-game, so it is essentially useless from the game’s perspective. It does have a few interesting traits, though. If you’ve ever caught or obtained a Rotom, you have this forme. You’ll never “see it”, per se, but it’s always there, creating mischief and havoc in your DS. If you no longer want this forme, to kill it, simply let your DS battery run out. It’s an interesting forme, but I can understand why no one talks about it.

 

[MasterSceptile]

Spoiler

Low Battery

“It’s morning! Time to get up!” said a cheerful voice from downstairs.

A young boy was standing in the center of his bedroom. He stood there with a blank stare and not a word on his lips. He stood there for hours, frozen and silent. Finally, the cheerful voice chimed back in.

“It’s getting late! Better get to bed!”

The boy did not move, still standing in the middle of room as the clock in his room continued to tick, beginning to move slower with every passing day.

The next morning, the same thing happened. The cheerful voice told him to wake up, he stood in the middle of his room, and the clock continued to slow down.

This cycle continued for 10 years.

Though 10 years had passed, the cycle never broke. The 10 year old boy never aged, never had a birthday, and never left his house, as if something needed to move his legs for him. However, something different happened one day that was not part of this daily cycle.

The boy noticed that the clock was giving him an alert.

Low battery

Years before, the boy would have been quick to fix it, however he couldn’t now. He couldn’t move at all.

The clock finally stopped. The battery was dead.

The boy only stood in his room, a tear dripping down his face.

Blackness consumed his entire world. All that he had achieved, collected, and seen, were all wiped from existence. And he could do nothing but except his inevitable fate.

…

…


































The internal battery has run dry.

The save file has been deleted.

 

[Hichigo Shirosaki]

I became a member just for this thread :3

i'm also writing 3 creepypastas...though i suspect only 1 will make it to here

 

[GlitchyRed]

Heh..
Same here. I'm working on something for the Creepypasta club on dA, but..
I'm not sure.
I'll probably show it to all of you when I'm done I guess.
It wouldn't be the best though.
Edit:
Tccch. I just noticed I spelt Glitchy wrong in my username. That's the second time I've screwed up while writing a username.

 

[Hichigo Shirosaki]

You have a dA?
me too,link plz :3

 

[GlitchyRed]

Eh.. Maybe not. I don't give out my dA at random, see. When I'm finished I'd be happy to show you the picture though.

And since I have no wish to be yelled at for going off-topic I bring a creepypasta from the blog.

Spoiler

I saw a Pikachu.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Hichigo Shirosaki]

i should submit my own then -o-
but the scariest one is only halfway done kashfksjdhfkjshsdh

 

[GlitchyRed]

Spoiler

The scent of spices comes from around its neck. Somehow, sniffing it makes you want to fight. -Gold, Leaf Green and Heart Gold Pokedex entry of Bayleef.

I know it's not the best but I tried. The Natu and Cleffa are fighting to the death because of Bayleef's spices, in case you can't tell.

Also I edited my username.

 

[redblue]

youarenotsafe

Ever wonder why Shandera’s flames glow so brightly? They’re such a lovely shade of purple, casting a faint glow around their surroundings.

They also have those bright, yellow eyes. Eyes that follow trainers, ducking into caves or old shacks for cover from the weather. Dimly lit Shandera usually linger behind them as well.

Why? They’re hungry, of course. After all, it needs a source of sustenance.

There was one particular Shandera who remained in an old warehouse. Its flames were vibrant lavender, eyes the brightest of yellows. Trainers see the light, thinking warmth, and more importantly, shelter for the night. It may be a bit old, but it beats fighting the forces of nature.

A lone trainer had slipped inside one night, shivering and cold from the storm outside. Lightning flashed outside, casting eerie and odd shadows among the wooden floors.

Oh well, it was safer inside, right? She set her bags down, sighing. How to make this place comfortable…

The Shandera smiled; it had been a while since one had dropped by. And it was so, so hungry…

It floated over to the trainer, whose eyes lit up instantly. Looks like she hadn’t seen this Pokemon before.

How fortunate.

“Oh, I wonder what this is…” She reached for her Pokedex. Before she got a chance, Shandera’s flame grazed her arm. Her Pokedex clattered to the ground, opening.

If something is wrapped in Shandera’s flame, its soul is sucked out and immolated. Only the cast off body remains.

Its soul is sucked out? In a panic, she tried to put the flame out. It snaked onto her other hand, traveling up her arm.

She let out a shriek in pain, the purple flames slowly engulfing her. Trying to escape was futile; she could hardly move. The small curls on the end of Shandera’s body unfurled. One took a tight grab on her neck, tightening its grip. She sputtered, only inhaling more flames.

It was feeding time.

The other curl snaked down her neck, scraping against her throat. Gagging, choking even more, saliva dribbling down her chin. The flames grew stronger, causing the smell of burnt hair and flesh to fill the room. The fuel Shandera needed was finally found, and it grabbed onto it.

Shandera drew back, her soul hovering above its “hands”. With a final sputter, saliva and blood spattered across the floor, the shell landing on the floor with a loud ‘thump’ as the burnt soul was devoured.

The flames turned brighter, the walls of the room cast with a soft, purple glow.

In the corner, a phrase was carved into the walls, previous victims trying to leave a warning.

YOU ARE NOT SAFE


firstly i think we could make a thread for funny pokemon stories/comics
secondly how do you make a spoiler?

 

[Kamex]

youarenotsafe

Ever wonder why Shandera’s flames glow so brightly? They’re such a lovely shade of purple, casting a faint glow around their surroundings.

They also have those bright, yellow eyes. Eyes that follow trainers, ducking into caves or old shacks for cover from the weather. Dimly lit Shandera usually linger behind them as well.

Why? They’re hungry, of course. After all, it needs a source of sustenance.

There was one particular Shandera who remained in an old warehouse. Its flames were vibrant lavender, eyes the brightest of yellows. Trainers see the light, thinking warmth, and more importantly, shelter for the night. It may be a bit old, but it beats fighting the forces of nature.

A lone trainer had slipped inside one night, shivering and cold from the storm outside. Lightning flashed outside, casting eerie and odd shadows among the wooden floors.

Oh well, it was safer inside, right? She set her bags down, sighing. How to make this place comfortable…

The Shandera smiled; it had been a while since one had dropped by. And it was so, so hungry…

It floated over to the trainer, whose eyes lit up instantly. Looks like she hadn’t seen this Pokemon before.

How fortunate.

“Oh, I wonder what this is…” She reached for her Pokedex. Before she got a chance, Shandera’s flame grazed her arm. Her Pokedex clattered to the ground, opening.

If something is wrapped in Shandera’s flame, its soul is sucked out and immolated. Only the cast off body remains.

Its soul is sucked out? In a panic, she tried to put the flame out. It snaked onto her other hand, traveling up her arm.

She let out a shriek in pain, the purple flames slowly engulfing her. Trying to escape was futile; she could hardly move. The small curls on the end of Shandera’s body unfurled. One took a tight grab on her neck, tightening its grip. She sputtered, only inhaling more flames.

It was feeding time.

The other curl snaked down her neck, scraping against her throat. Gagging, choking even more, saliva dribbling down her chin. The flames grew stronger, causing the smell of burnt hair and flesh to fill the room. The fuel Shandera needed was finally found, and it grabbed onto it.

Shandera drew back, her soul hovering above its “hands”. With a final sputter, saliva and blood spattered across the floor, the shell landing on the floor with a loud ‘thump’ as the burnt soul was devoured.

The flames turned brighter, the walls of the room cast with a soft, purple glow.

In the corner, a phrase was carved into the walls, previous victims trying to leave a warning.

YOU ARE NOT SAFE


firstly i think we could make a thread for funny pokemon stories/comics
secondly how do you make a spoiler?

This was a brilliant creepypasta.

To put something in a spoiler, mark the text and click on the icon with the question mark when posting.

 

[sailorpallas]

I finally finished!

my first pokemon creepy pasta drifloon!

i have a clefable newmoon one almost done roghdraft as well as a ditto and porygon one in the works

anywho i hope you enjoy this first


Come little children

Spoiler

No one knew how it had started. Why it had started. Few even knew when it had started. Only one thing was for sure: it had become a sign of terror.

They seemed innocent enough. Like gentle balloons floating on the breeze, they all just appeared one Friday and soon became the Pokémon of choice for children. Many of them would stay with a child without any Pokéball, seeming to like just being around others. The adults largely disliked them having blank eyes that seemed to pull the mind in and constantly humming a tune to which the children sang along with.

A heavy fog began to roll gently into the valley; the town took no notice of it as it was not uncommon for the area. Life was calm and peaceful; until the first child disappeared.

It happened so suddenly that people didn’t know what to think. He seemed to have just vanished into the night. No one noticed that there was one more Drifloon playing with the children. The fog never lifted from the town and the amount of visitors seem to reduce, but it was a small town and very few people tended to notice any outsiders in the first place. In fact, the town almost considered the fog a blessing, bringing forth a peace from people who wished to do them harm.

It was a dark Friday when the children disappeared - three this time, all of them gone without a trace, almost as if they had never existed; just faded into the fog. A few people noted that the number of Drifloon seemed to have increased, though they could not be sure.

Parents were becoming afraid to let their children out; they brought in Drifloon to act as friends and kept them inside as much as they could. During the night they would take turns keeping watch to try and dissuade whoever was luring the children away. Many blamed Hypnos. A few blamed foreigners. No one blamed the culprit.

It was three weeks later that it happened again: another two children were gone. The guard was found on the ground, wracked with spasms, eyes wide open, speaking in gibberish.

“Away, they went. Play in shadows my garden NO. Co...Come with the eyes, help they, why! I’ll be good I promise... I promise...”

He passed away that same day.

Some families took this as the last straw. They tried to move away, but the fog was too thick and they always found themselves back where they had started, swearing that they would leave as soon as the fog let up. The village became only more vigilant in their guards, sending two or three people out at once.

One man, however, had started to think something was odd. No matter what, he stayed in on Fridays guarding his only child, a daughter. They only had each other, as his son had been the first to be taken away. They were happy in their own way and she was safe, having moved her bed into his room. They stuck together.

One Friday though he felt drowsy extremely early, as though sleep was being forced upon him. He saw out of the corner of his eyes his daughter skipping out of the house hand in hand with a Drifloon while chanting:

“Come little Children
I’ll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment”

He bolted after her, still feeling the effects of that odd sleep and the edge of a headache. As he got closer the headache grew worse; he was just about to grab her when the throbbing forced him onto his knees. He pushed himself up and continued after his daughter - that’s when he heard it. Dozens of children, all of the children in the village it seemed, each singing the same tune in perfect unison:

“Come little Children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows”

Each one was led by a Drifloon, all floating in a world of pure white mist. And that’s when he blacked out. He dreamt of things he never wanted to think about. He watched as the children sang the last notes of their song

“Rest now my Children
For soon we’ll away
Into the calm and the quiet”

They all started to scream in anguish, their bodies being pulled apart by the Drifloon, but there was no blood, they were hollow like cocoons. The only thing inside was a new Drifloon which floated out of what used to be a child.

He woke up screaming and ran outside; the village was completely covered in fog deeper than it had ever been before. He ran to the mayor’s house whose daughter he had seen.

“Mayor your daughter she...” he started

“Right here,” the mayor said as he waved his hand over towards a nearby Drifloon. “Come say hello, dear.” It gently floated over humming that same haunting tune that it taught the children. “Oh honey, you do so love that song, don’t you?” The mayor looked up and his eyes were blank; no emotion. No mind. Nothing behind them.

The woodcutter backed up, falling over his own feet, when he heard a voice coming from behind him.

“Weep not poor Children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and Passions”

It was his son and daughter singing that... Singing that lovely song they seemed to love.

Some people say that when you walk towards Celestic town you can sometimes hear a gentle song coming from deep within the fog. If you follow the song then you will find a lost town frozen in time inhabited only by Drifloon. Floating. Humming. Waiting.

P.S.

Spoiler

the poem is come little children by edgar alan poe for the tune try hocus pocus

 

[Lardofdoom]

I've been lurking here for a couple weeks, and I must say a lot of these are pretty good.

Here's one I found on FFnet, written by ZuluBlacky:

Hide and Seek

Spoiler

One, two, three, four, five…

The loathing I hold for you in my heart is more powerful than a thousand suns exploding into dust.

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…

Did you ever stop and think what the doll though when you dumped him into a pile of metal and filth?

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…

We were best friends once. We went everywhere together, you and I.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…

Your parents thought it was silly, they ordered you to put me down, but you never did.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…

Then they got you that foul little canine, and I was locked in a closet for what seemed like eternity.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty…

Eventually you opened up that musty box and I was hopeful, but it wasn't to be.

Thirty-one, thirty-thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…

That filthy little hole you brought me to gave me one great gift, though: the ability to move.

Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…

Worms in my head bred thoughts of revenge, and I knew just where to find you.

Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five…

I gathered some ghastly little allies to help me, stupid little ghosts. But they all know that you were mine.

Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!

Ready or not, here I come.

 

[Zekurom]

Hide and Seek

Spoiler

One, two, three, four, five…

The loathing I hold for you in my heart is more powerful than a thousand suns exploding into dust.

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…

Did you ever stop and think what the doll though when you dumped him into a pile of metal and filth?

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…

We were best friends once. We went everywhere together, you and I.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…

Your parents thought it was silly, they ordered you to put me down, but you never did.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…

Then they got you that foul little canine, and I was locked in a closet for what seemed like eternity.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty…

Eventually you opened up that musty box and I was hopeful, but it wasn't to be.

Thirty-one, thirty-thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…

That filthy little hole you brought me to gave me one great gift, though: the ability to move.

Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…

Worms in my head bred thoughts of revenge, and I knew just where to find you.

Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five…

I gathered some ghastly little allies to help me, stupid little ghosts. But they all know that you were mine.

Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!

Ready or not, here I come.

That's not so much creepy as it is dark and angsty.

If I'm to give it a "level of creepiness" rating such as I rate fanfics, I'd have to give this one a 3/10.

 

[InsomniaticSpriter]

My first creepypasta (based off of a real event)

Inferno

Spoiler

The most recent pokemon game I own is Platinum; and I love Platinum very much.

I had completed the game once, though not very seriously, and had recently restarted it, intending on playing the game super seriously this time; I was going to complete the dex to the best of my ability without wifi (which meant not more than 300 or so but it was something to look forward to).

Finally, I defeated the Elite Four and completed my National dex and had access to the battle frontier and everything else.

I had never been very good at the frontier battles, and I didn't want to go to the resort, so I went up the path that led to the survival area, because I wanted to met Buck again and do the Stark Mountain thing.

By the time I reached Stark Mountain, my Empoleon was level 88 and I had 100 of every repel, so I knew I'd get through it quickly.

I scaled the mountain, battled Mars and Jupiter, and got to the part where Buck teams up with you when I looked up at my clock and realized it was three in the morning.

I let out an aggravated hiss; I had to be up at 7 to drive 40+ miles to my dad's to babysit my step-nieces.

I saved the game, shut it off, and plugged it up to it's charger so the battery would be full for tomorrow.

I tossed and turned for what felt like forever but when I looked at the clock, it still said three o'clock.

I thought this strange, as surely even a minute must have passed with all my turning, but dismissed it and picked up my game again, deciding that I could play for a little while longer, at least until I was settled enough to sleep.

When I turned it on, I was in the same spot, just a few steps past where Buck teams up with you but... Something was off.

After walking around in Stark mountain for a moment, I realized what it was; there were no trainers.
Then I looked closer.
Everywhere that there was supposed to be a trainer, there was just a slightly dark spot that I could walk over, and would leave three dark foot prints that would faded afterwards, like when walking in sand.

I bit my lip, worried. I had never used any cheats or codes, so why was my game glitched?

I dismissed it however, and continued on. Maybe it was only trainers inside Stark mountain that were affected; I had battled people outside, and Mars and Jupiter at the beginning.

I finally reached the inner cave where Charon and Looker were... only they weren't there.

A question mark appeared above Buck's head, and he turned to me. "Isn't this where they were heading?" He asked. Then the screen violently moved back and forth, indicating that in the game the ground was shaking.
After it stopped, Buck told me to stay there and darted to the back of the cave and dissappeared.
I disobeyed his order and followed him, and found the entrance to another cave; something that had most definately never been there before.

Reluctantly, I went through.

The first thing I noticed where two dark spots, on either side of me, then I noticed Buck and Charon just at the edge.

They seemed to be talking, but my sprite couldn't hear them. Then... Charon's sprite blinked once, and then was just... gone... replaced by a dark spot...

I felt my stomach bottom out as I finally realized what those dark spots were... they were blood...
Buck noticed me, an exclamation point appearing above his head, and he rushed over to me.
He started to say something but instead of text my game started making this annoying, grating sound repeatedly that sounded like... my alarm clock?

I jerked awake, sitting up and looked around dazedly.

My game was still sitting innocently on it's charger.

Still slightly confused, I got up and turned off my alarm clock and fixed myself breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, curiousity got the better of me and I picked up my game.
The normal intro was displayed, but... Giratina didn't give it's cry, and it looked like it was crying.

I went on ahead anyway, and I was right where I saved but... Where was Buck?
I took a step forward and my sprite stopped... Buck appeared from nowhere and approached me.
"You understand why I did this, right? They were all defiling the mountain."
Then a yes or no box appeared.
I selected no.
Buck made the same impatient movement Barry does.
"Are you going to tell the police?"
Yes/no?
Yes.

The impatient movement again.
"How can you not understand? Do you not know what it's like to... No, nevermind. I'll show you."
I frowned at that.
Show me? Show me what?
All of a sudden my cell phone rang.

It was my step-mom.
I glanced at my clock. I wasn't late, so why was she calling?
I answered, and she was sobbing. She told me that while my step-sister had been driving over to the house, she had been hit by a drunk driver, and that she and my step-nieces had died in the fire caused when the engine exploded.

My heart skipped a beat, and my face paled.
I looked back at my game screen and noticed that was text.
I dropped my cell phone.
"See? How does it feel? Are you going to tell police?"
Yes/No?
No.

"Good. I'm glad you see things my way. There are still a few more grunts to take care of; you should leave." And he walked away.
My sprite left and Stark mountain was forever inaccessible to me; even after I restarted the game again...

 

[Shiny Staraptor]

Should I write one? Also the above made my stomach flip O_O
This thread is nearly at 1000 posts!

 

[sailorpallas]

My first creepypasta (based off of a real event)

Inferno

Spoiler

The most recent pokemon game I own is Platinum; and I love Platinum very much.

I had completed the game once, though not very seriously, and had recently restarted it, intending on playing the game super seriously this time; I was going to complete the dex to the best of my ability without wifi (which meant not more than 300 or so but it was something to look forward to).

Finally, I defeated the Elite Four and completed my National dex and had access to the battle frontier and everything else.

I had never been very good at the frontier battles, and I didn't want to go to the resort, so I went up the path that led to the survival area, because I wanted to met Buck again and do the Stark Mountain thing.

By the time I reached Stark Mountain, my Empoleon was level 88 and I had 100 of every repel, so I knew I'd get through it quickly.

I scaled the mountain, battled Mars and Jupiter, and got to the part where Buck teams up with you when I looked up at my clock and realized it was three in the morning.

I let out an aggravated hiss; I had to be up at 7 to drive 40+ miles to my dad's to babysit my step-nieces.

I saved the game, shut it off, and plugged it up to it's charger so the battery would be full for tomorrow.

I tossed and turned for what felt like forever but when I looked at the clock, it still said three o'clock.

I thought this strange, as surely even a minute must have passed with all my turning, but dismissed it and picked up my game again, deciding that I could play for a little while longer, at least until I was settled enough to sleep.

When I turned it on, I was in the same spot, just a few steps past where Buck teams up with you but... Something was off.

After walking around in Stark mountain for a moment, I realized what it was; there were no trainers.
Then I looked closer.
Everywhere that there was supposed to be a trainer, there was just a slightly dark spot that I could walk over, and would leave three dark foot prints that would faded afterwards, like when walking in sand.

I bit my lip, worried. I had never used any cheats or codes, so why was my game glitched?

I dismissed it however, and continued on. Maybe it was only trainers inside Stark mountain that were affected; I had battled people outside, and Mars and Jupiter at the beginning.

I finally reached the inner cave where Charon and Looker were... only they weren't there.

A question mark appeared above Buck's head, and he turned to me. "Isn't this where they were heading?" He asked. Then the screen violently moved back and forth, indicating that in the game the ground was shaking.
After it stopped, Buck told me to stay there and darted to the back of the cave and dissappeared.
I disobeyed his order and followed him, and found the entrance to another cave; something that had most definately never been there before.

Reluctantly, I went through.

The first thing I noticed where two dark spots, on either side of me, then I noticed Buck and Charon just at the edge.

They seemed to be talking, but my sprite couldn't hear them. Then... Charon's sprite blinked once, and then was just... gone... replaced by a dark spot...

I felt my stomach bottom out as I finally realized what those dark spots were... they were blood...
Buck noticed me, an exclamation point appearing above his head, and he rushed over to me.
He started to say something but instead of text my game started making this annoying, grating sound repeatedly that sounded like... my alarm clock?

I jerked awake, sitting up and looked around dazedly.

My game was still sitting innocently on it's charger.

Still slightly confused, I got up and turned off my alarm clock and fixed myself breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, curiousity got the better of me and I picked up my game.
The normal intro was displayed, but... Giratina didn't give it's cry, and it looked like it was crying.

I went on ahead anyway, and I was right where I saved but... Where was Buck?
I took a step forward and my sprite stopped... Buck appeared from nowhere and approached me.
"You understand why I did this, right? They were all defiling the mountain."
Then a yes or no box appeared.
I selected no.
Buck made the same impatient movement Barry does.
"Are you going to tell the police?"
Yes/no?
Yes.

The impatient movement again.
"How can you not understand? Do you not know what it's like to... No, nevermind. I'll show you."
I frowned at that.
Show me? Show me what?
All of a sudden my cell phone rang.

It was my step-mom.
I glanced at my clock. I wasn't late, so why was she calling?
I answered, and she was sobbing. She told me that while my step-sister had been driving over to the house, she had been hit by a drunk driver, and that she and my step-nieces had died in the fire caused when the engine exploded.

My heart skipped a beat, and my face paled.
I looked back at my game screen and noticed that was text.
I dropped my cell phone.
"See? How does it feel? Are you going to tell police?"
Yes/No?
No.

"Good. I'm glad you see things my way. There are still a few more grunts to take care of; you should leave." And he walked away.
My sprite left and Stark mountain was forever inaccessible to me; even after I restarted the game again...

not bad i really like how it came from a game you already owned instead of. "i found X at a Y"

 

[LordOfNightmares]

As with many other former lurkers this thread finally convinced me to make an account. I am also writing my own creepypasta which should be done on Halloween.

 

[MrC]

A lot of new creepypastas popped up on the tumblr since the last time I was there.


Raticate/Nidoran Theory

Spoiler

Has anyone ever bothered to check the resemblance of a Raticate and a Nidoran? Not even once? Well, for one, look at the ears. The ears are roughly the same shape as each other, with a few differances. Nidoran has little tips to it’s ears, whilst a Raticate has fur as a substitute. Other then that, it’s roughly the same shape and size. Secondly, the teeth. Both Nidoran and Raticate have pointy, squared teeth. However, Raticate’s teeth make it look much more vicious, and are longer. Whereas, if you look at a Nidoran’s teeth, they look much more… innocent, and shorter. The eyes are almost the same shape - Raticate’s eyes are wider and much more alerting, but Nidoran has smaller, cuter eyes. What conclusion do I have, you may ask? Well…

Raticate is a diseased Nidoran.

A mutant, maybe. Or maybe it just got saddened an left it’s herd, growing more independant and fierce. If, god forbid, my theory is correct, a Nidoran shed/lost it’s armor, would it grow fur? And what of the tail? A parasite, maybe, in it’s bloodstream, or some sort of disease. And where does Rattata fit in? Well, if you look, before evolution, it’s fur is purple. I don’t know how this is meant to fit in with the females, but Rattata is the same colour as a male Nidoran. This could be a Nidoran/Raticate cross, evolving to become a Raticate. However, the world may never know. But I know that now, I will never look at those pokemon the same ever again.

Gold

Spoiler

There are gouges in my arms.

Well, perhaps I’m jumping ahead a little too far. You may need some backstory to truly appreciate what I have become. What I was made into.

I have a hobby: I like to look for old Pokemon games at flea markets and the like. I’ve been doing it since I was little. I’ve always hoped to find some creepy hack, like Pokemon Black. I don’t care for being scared, but I figured the bragging rights alone would be worth it. That being said, I found a copy of the original Gold version at a flea market last week. It didn’t have a price tag on it, so I went looking for the seller. The table was a little away from the others, so I had to look around for someone to buy the game from. I never found anyone. I looked for about 20 minutes, then talked myself into just taking the game. No one would miss it anyway. I pocketed it and went on my way.

I went home, eager to pop it in and play. I crossed my fingers for a hack and powered it up… and was greeted by the normal startup screen.Slightly disappointed, I played anyway. I made my way past Cherrygrove, fought a few Spinarak and some Sentrets, and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up late. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I just couldn’t bring myself to wake up. The grogginess felt nice. Blinking and taking in my surroundings, I felt an odd, gooey-wet sensation in my hand, which was clenched into a fist. I opened it to reveal a brown-and-green smear: apparently some sort of insect had crawled into my hand in the night and I crushed it. Judging by the legs left over, I guessed it was a spider. Poor little guy. I wiped my hand on my comforter and went about my day.

That night, I played more Gold. I didn’t play very much; I got to Falkner, beat him, and explored south (on the road to Rock Tunnel, I think?). I fought a Mareep and a few Bellsprouts to train and called it a night.

I slept heavily again that night and woke up to rain. I snuggled under the covers and was confused by an odd smell… I couldn’t place it. After a while, I settled on wet wool. It was a sour smell, and it appeared to be coming from my pajamas. There were also traces of mud on the bottom of my pajama pant legs. I figured I had been sleepwalking (I had done it a lot as a child and had never totally grown out of it). I went through my day more or less normally, barely paying attention to anything other than the prospect of getting home and playing Gold. I got home earlier than normal (teacher conferences had us out a whole period earlier) and heard my mother talking on the phone to a friend. Apparently there had been some trouble on a nearby farm: some sort of animal had gotten in and mauled the smaller livestock. Mostly sheep.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued to my room and did my homework, thinking only of playing Gold that night. Again, I only played for a little while, finding myself drowsy after fighting Whitney’s Miltank. I fell asleep.

I woke up to find my hands covered in blood. There was mud tracked into my room, all over my bed and my feet. I couldn’t ignore this. Something was seriously wrong. I cleaned up the mud as best I could and went to wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I saw blood all over my face. There was too much for it to be a cut; besides, my face appeared fine. I started to panic. I cleaned myself off completely and went downstairs for breakfast. Everything proceeded normally… until…

There was a knock on the door. The neighbors had come to give us a flyer: the farming couple down the road wanted us to be on watch. Apparently, the same animal had gotten into their farm last night and had attacked their prize cows. They were offering a reward for info. They guessed from the bite marks that it was a largish carnivore: the throats of both the cows and the sheep had been ripped out and eaten. My thoughts raced. Was that me? Did I do that? Surely I would remember it…

Mom thanked the neighbors and sent them on their way. I went through my day paranoid, the image of my own face covered in blood burned into my mind.

I came home late: we had theatre practice and I was tired out and stressed. I turned on Pokemon Gold to let off some steam. My eyelids started to droop after beating a trainer using a Furret, and I fell asleep before I knew it.

My dreams were terrifying.

A Spinarak popped into my mind’s eye, slowly morphing and changing into a normal house spider. It was hunted down, pried off the wall by my fingers, mashed in my palm. I heard it scream. A tinny, high scream that pierced my heart.

A Mareep came next, morphing and twisting until it was a common sheep. I tore its throat out. I lapped the blood from my lips, let the cool muscles of its esophagus glide down mine, fighting my own gag reflex. I wiped my bloody face on its corpse.

Whitney’s Miltank forced its way into my brain, once again twisting into the shape of a normal cow. I kicked its legs until they broke. It sunk forward until its head rested against the ground, its eyes pleading, wet, vacant. I aimed a kick at its skull, caving in one of those sweet, docile eyes. I pushed my weight against its body, flipping it over. I rested my knees across its broad neck and plunged my face forward, taking out a chunk of its delicate throat. Again and again I tore. Blood splattered my face and arms, but I did not care. This dream version of me had no mercy. It ate and it ate, laughing.

The Furret I had just fought faded in view over the carnage. It morphed and changed into a regular ferret, the kind one would keep as a pet.

I woke up.

Dried blood and fur was crusted under my fingernails.

My shirt and pants were splattered with blood.

A metallic taste rang in my mouth, and I could hear from my slightly open window the boy next door wailing. He was looking for his lost pet. He taped a sign to my mailbox:

“MISSING FERRET.”

I covered everything up the best I could. No one suspects me of anything. I tried to break the Gold cartridge, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Its pull was irresistible. I had to keep playing. I had to continue.

I fought a Pidgeotto tonight.

I woke up this morning with gouges in my arms.

Tears in my shirt.

Feathers on the floor.

Blood in my eyes from a gaping wound across my temple.

My sister keeps parakeets.

She kept parakeets.

Quack Quack

Spoiler

One day, I was at a thrift store, looking for Pokemon games. Suddenly, I found one: Pokemon Yellow. I used to have a copy I lost, so I dug up our old Game Boy and popped the game in. I noticed there was a funny little mod in place: Oak’s eyes were weirdly circular and dotty, looking kinda derpy. I chuckled and continued playing, and that’s when I noticed the first difference. instead of Pikachu as your starter, it was Psyduck. I accepted him, ready for the new challenge.

Just like in Yellow, if you pressed A, you’d get a little window showing Psyduck and how he felt about you. The only problem with this mod was some shading: the tips of Psyduck’s fingers and beak were darker, oddly. The shading problem didn’t stop there, as I noticed in a corner, there was a little black pixel mess. Nothing big. I even saw one scientist over near it, trying to clean the mess, looking nervously at me. Just a cute rookie mistake. As usual, the scientist walked over to hand me some Pokeballs. I quickly mashed B, skipping through the annoying talk. As he gave me the Pokeballs, I noticed the last message seemed a bit weird. “Hopefully, with these, you can save yourself.” he must have meant whether or not a Zubat or something got too close, and I could use it to hold him off.

I walked out, delivering the package I had to deliver for Oak like usual. He told me not to rush it. When I came back, I saw something creepy: everyone in town was by the small patch of grass. I saw Oak’s body, on his back. One of the townsfolk told me that something had killed Oak while I was gone. He gave me the Pokedex, and looked back at the body. Strangely, there was one guy in the corner, staring into the forest. Weirdly, all he said was that “I caught my first Pokemon today!”. His sprite was grinning and asked to fight. Weirdly, like Oak, I saw his sprite had the same derpy eye sprite. I sent out Psyduck, and he sent one out too. I didn’t know they could be caught in this area, but he was just laughing and even imitated what his Pokemon said: Quack!

The battle then ended, and suddenly the trainer was gone. All that was there was a dark panel, likely from bad spriting. I noticed I had another Psyduck following me, and when I pressed A on him, he released a quack that didn’t sound tinny. For some reason, he got bad shading too. After this, I continued playing through the game as normal, but I guess to make the game harder, I couldn’t catch any Pokemon besides Psyduck, so instead one Psyduck would gain a level each Pokemon I caught, and delete it. Every trainer with a Psyduck, which seemed to be a lot of them, would randomy disappear and I’d gain a new Psyduck.

Eventually, as I was nearing the E4, less and less NPCs seemed to be appearing, and occasionally I’d see a sprite dashing. The game had some interesting AI, because even though I was far past the 6 pokemon mark, I had a huge box of Psyduck behind. They even made their own quacks through the speakers! When I finally reached the E4, the rooms were empty, so I could proceed freely. But when I walked against the doors, they’d be locked. But when the Psyduck got near, the door instantly clicked open and I could move on. Finally, I made it to the final room of the room. What surprised me was that every E4 and sprite who ran was here, bunched! It was then I made the sickening realization: the cute, derpy, quacking Psyduck… the fact the screen turned black as they entered speaks for itself. The sprites disappeared, and then the screen went black once again.

I was back at my Mom’s house. All I could hear from the speakers was a chorus of quacking. When I went downstairs, no one was there but a few Psyducks, quacking. I checked my Pokedex, and only one number was there- Psyduck. I began to walk around the world, my Pokemon gone, but nothing would attack me. But the sound was bad all it’s own. It was simply a louder and louder quack, but the worst part was the occasionally tinny Pokemon yell or high-pitched note. After a while, there were only hundreds of Psyducks and me. I can’t fight them, but if I turn it off, they’ll multiply more

I’ve been trying and trying to stop, but the quacks get louder and louder. I just can’t bring myself to pullm the piowerI can barely even fcsu on typing thsi, they just keoep quakcing and multiplyjng abd i can;t do anything to stoop itBut if I don’t stop, they’ll just keep coming and cominhg and then things’;; i cant talk theres more here to sotp

I’ve been nice, but they din’t seem interested. THeyhd wannta to talk to me

they dont want to see me anymore, cqute little psydcusk dont wanna see little astral anymorke, they just leavce me here

astral wants to be friends with these cute little duckies

we can all be friends together, together, together foreveeer

We dont ahve many more of those pesky hymans anymroee, jujst me and my little duckies, all sitting in a line, looking

It wasnt a geaphics mistake, they just got angry. but we made them do a little fighting, noqwt they do a little fghtng back

ivwe never felt better

my eyes are even starting to look like my widtle duckies, im so haooy

the screen went greeny today and i cant see my little duckies today. i dont like talking to people much, just my duckies

But evne though i helped with all those humans no there, theres tstill a ton out here

Soon, we’ll all be friiiiiiends, just me and the duckies, together with not anyone to taake us apart

i used to be scared of darker colors

quack

Lavender

Spoiler

Childhood innocence.
Sometimes childhood can be a little too innocent.
Innocent to the point of gullible.
I would know, I was there.
I had a Charmander, in my FireRed.
Lavender.
She was the strongest, fastest, and most loyal Charmander ever.
If I thought I was gonna lose a battle, Lavender would allways pull through and win.
She was the greatest.
That is, until I heard about “Lavender Town Syndrome”
Childhood rumors, of course.
My friend told me about it.
He told me, that if I had my starter in my party and went into Lavender town, that my starter would get sadder and sadder every day,
and would eventually die,
and I’d have to start my game all over again.
I believed it, too.
Several days later, I did just that, without even realizing it.
I took Lavender into Lavender Town, my favorite town of all.
After about a half hour in Pokemon Tower, I realized what I had done.
With horror, I dropped my game and called my friend up, telling him what I had done.
I asked him if I could turn my game off to fix it.
He sighed, and told me that nothing could fix it.
I was devastated by this.
I couldn’t do anything to save Lavender.
I hung the phone up and went back to the game, picking it up.
I exited Pokemon Tower and
listened to the sad, lullaby tune of Lavender Town.
Eventually, my finger found it’s way to the power switch.
I wasn’t gonna let Lavender die.
I was just gonna erase her right then.

Gochiruzeru's Cry

Spoiler

Ever heard a Gochirzeru’s cry? If not then maybe this warning has come just in time to warn you about it. If one comes across a Gochiruzeru make sure there is only one present for if you hear it’s cry more then once and repeatedly it will drive you mad.
There are many stories of young inexperienced trainers falling victim to this Pokemon so read with intent to learn or you might be in trouble.
Trainers are warned of such cry but it is so faint many do not realize the true meaning of the warning and these tragedies continue to occur. One such tragedy happened to two new trainers who were the best of friends, one boy and one girl. After they where finally old enough to get their first Pokemon they started their journey unaware of what really lurked in the tall grass.
They quickly made their way to Route 9 laughing and talking about the new pokemon they had captured when suddenly an all black Pokemon with white bows going up the front of it along with eight fin like structures sticking out of it’s head, appeared before the trainers staring at them curiously.
“Oh wow what an awesome Pokemon!” cried the boy approaching it but the boy startled the pokemon and it stepped back a few paces.
“Wait you scared it!” started the girl, “Here lemme find it in my Pokedex.”
“Gochiruzeru, a pyshic type Pokemon. Easily startled but in a large group they can become aggressive, use caution in large groups…” warned the Pokedex but the boy wasn’t listening, instead he was pulling out a Pokeball to capture the lone Gochiruzeru.
Seeing the ball in the boy’s hand the Pokemon fled in fear.
“Hey wait come back!” yelled the boy as he chased after it, the girl quickly following.
The two trainers soon followed the Gochiruzeru deep into the forest and then finally into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees.
“Where did that Pokemon go?” asked the boy looking around the clearing.
“I think maybe we should head back, it’s getting late…” whimpered the girl.
“Not until I get that Pokemon!” he yelled again.
That yell brought fourth dozens of eyes from the darkness surrounding the trainers so there was no means of escape.
“Use caution in large groups…” echoed the Pokedex’s warning.
The boy took a fearful step backwards snapping a twig and with that it began. The horrible cry of a hundred Gochiruzeru’s, the sounds of a horror movie, growing louder and louder all around the two trainers, their screams being drowned out. The two then collapsed to the ground huddled into matching fedle positions whimpering as the cries finally died away, the eyes around them gone.
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The Trainers were found a couple of days later but all was not well for they were found completely out of their minds because they did not head the warning of their Pokedex.
Now will you follow the warning or will you suffer the same fate as these two trainers lost before their time?
The choice is yours and yours alone…

Gligar

Spoiler

Two young pokemon breeders were about to gather their donphan herd into the stables, since it was getting late. The donphan were acting rather strange this evening. Since they were more distant to the stables than usual. A few even seem to have wandered away from the herd. One of the breeders set out to Route 45 to fetch back the ones that had left.

The other stayed behind near the stables, then decided to go inside to see what was causing the bizarre behavior. He lit his lanturn as he entered the building. No donphan or phanphy in sight. It was so silent that he could hear his heart thumping. Something didn’t feel right. He didn’t like it one bit. Soon he spotted some sort of silhouette up on the rafters. He crept closer to take a good look at it. It looked rather small…like a hoot hoot. Which he’s seen sneaking a nap in the stable before.

All of a sudden it turned it head. Two huge bright menacing eyes were looking down upon him. In a matter of seconds the creature swooped down and was clamped on to his face.He could only do a muffled yell. The tail made the fatal blow assoon as he started struggling. He grew pale and felt an intense burn near his neck which grew numb second after. Not only that he could not move. He couldn’t even make facial expressions anymore. The venom slowly ate away his life painfully.

Hours later his buddy had returned from guiding back the lost donphan. She gave a shout from her arrival. There came no answer. She just shrugged and figured that he probably took a trip to the Pokemart. She soon made her way to the stables with her flashlight. A screech was heard as she found her partner.

Why Didn't He Listen?

Spoiler

Why didn’t he listen? I told him not to go near it, but he did anyway, now I lost him.

We were sitting by the beach one day, it was getting late. The sun was just setting. That’s when we saw it.

It was a Pokemon, but none like we have seen before. It was pink, and looked like it came out of the ocean. The Pokemon was just sitting there, not moving. That’s when he said he was going to go look at it. I told him not to, but he kept telling me that it was probably harmless. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

He walked over to it, it still wasn’t moving. “I think it’s dead,” he called to me, “I’ll see if..” That’s when it happened.

The Pokemon acted and stung him. He screamed in shock and then fell to the floor. I called out for him but he wasn’t responding. The Pokemon then grabbed onto him with thin veil-like arms, and dragged him into the ocean. I began to run towards them, but it was too late. They were already gone.

Why didn’t he listen?

Pururiru - It paralyzes its prey with poison, then drags it to its den in the ocean’s depths, 8000 meters below the surface (White)

 

[Tripleton]

What is "pokemon creepypasta"?

 

[-Gray-]

Is it wrong that I find the psyduck one funny?