Pokemon Creepypasta V.2 (Read First Post Before Posting)

[We'reBlastinOffAgain]

Well, Here's mine...

Spoiler

Pokemon Crystal. My first game, and my favorite. The memories attached to that game are indescribable. So when HeartGold and SoulSilver came out, I went out and bought HeartGold. I played it non-stop, and I was ecstatic when I got GB Sounds. I immediately turned it on and walked through all of Johto just for the nostalgia. Listening to this music really made me want to play Crystal again, for old time’s sake.

I finally managed to find Crystal, in a box of junk underneath my desk. I picked it up and grabbed my Game Boy Advance and popped the cartridge in. I turned it on, and watched the intro, and watched the silhouette of Suicune running for about 5 minutes, as I remember doing back when I was a little kid. I finally pressed the A button, and sadly found no option to continue a previously saved game. Dammit, I thought, the internal battery must’ve ran dry after all these years. A few hours later, and after watching a few tutorials on how to change the internal battery for Gen II, I finally fixed Crystal, and it started up perfectly fine.

I skipped the intro and was eager to start a new game, but what I saw shocked me.
My old save file. From YEARS ago. Now an option to continue it.
I didn’t know how it was possible that it came back, but I wasn’t going to question why. Just for nostalgia’s sake, I pressed A to continue my game. “Maddy, Time- 254:47, Badges- 7, Pokedex- 10.” I smiled to myself. Back when I was 7 years old, I was a horrible at playing pokemon. I started off in Ice Path, seemingly stuck in a corner on the ice. I remember being so frustrated with this, I thought to myself, and then easily slid back to normal ground. I then pressed start, and scrolled down to my team. I then laughed out loud. Abby, my level 48 Typhlosion, a level 3 Hoothoot, a level 2 Rattata, and a level 6 Wooper.
I always trained my starter, and nothing else. Oh well. I wandered around the Ice Path for a while, and had no idea where I was. I pressed Start again, hoping for find an Escape Rope in my bag or something, but I never found out. The option selected was to look at my party, and I couldn’t scroll up or down to do anything else. So I pressed B and closed the menu. I started wandering around some more, and was soon engaged in a battle with a Jynx. Abby was sent out, of course, it was always first in my party. I chose to attack with Flame Wheel, that move made the coolest sound. But instead of Abby attacking, the text read, “Abby ignored orders!”. Maybe it’s level was too high? Then more text appeared.
“ABBY: You’re finally back…”

I froze. I had no idea what to do. What else could I do? I kept pressing A, and Reading what Abby had to say.

“Why did you leave for so long?”

“We had the best time journeying through Johto.”

“I’m so glad you came back.”

A feeling of guilt swept over me as I thought of Flame, my Typhlosion on HeartGold. Abby was waiting here for me this long?

Abby’s sprite turned around and faced me. It’s eyes a deep red and the collar of flames around its neck flaring up.

“You’ll never leave me again.”

At this point, I was thinking of what I could do to stop the game. This was getting freaky. The Jynx in the background silently slid off the screen, as it was running away. Abby’s eyes were glowing red, an intent stare straight into my blue/grey eyes, unnerving me slightly. I won’t let this dumb game get the best of me, I thought as I flipped the power switch off on my GBA. Nothing happened.

“Don’t even try” the text read as Abby’s eyes narrowed, as if it was angry.
I rapidly began to press the A button. Abby moved closer and closer every time I pressed it. I stopped. There’s only one thing that I can try, it’s the only thing left I can do. I turned my GBA around and reached for the cartridge, when Typlosion’s fainting cry rang out through the silent air so loud that I dropped my GBA. It landed right side up, the whole screen illuminated by Abby’s blood red eyes.

“DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” Abby pleaded.

I have to. With shaky hands, I picked up the GBA and gripped the cartridge. I shut my eyes, and pulled on the cartridge. It wouldn’t budge. Typhlosion’s fainting cry grew louder and louder. I pulled as hard as I could on the game until my knuckles turned white.
I was just about to scream in frustration when I heard the satisfying ‘click’ of game being separated from GBA, and it was over. I dropped the game onto my bed, staring blankly at the light blue sparkly cartridge with Suicune looking exceptionally epic on it. I glanced over to my GBA. Abby’s red eyes still showed on the screen. It takes a while to fade away, I reminded myself. I picked up the empty GBA and turned it on, hopefully making the red eyes go away.
They didn’t.

To this day, the red eyes still remain, and instead of the pleasant sound of the Gameboy advance title screen, Typhlosion’s fainting cry is played.

Since then, I have released Flame on HeartGold, and walking through the Ice Path will never be the same again.

As for the actual Crystal game, I removed the internal battery, and returned it to it's box of junk under my desk, along with my GBA. From time to time, I still think about what happened, and I regret ever trying to fix Crystal. Maybe when something it broken, there's a good reason why...

 

[JohtoTrainerGold]

I was waiting for the release for Black And White and decided i should adventure through my old Emerald Version
but sadly i lost it years ago so i walked to the nearest GameStop. And there on the parking lot i found a shiny familer Green Cartridge. It was emerald. I quickly grabbed it up and went home. When i got home i ran into my room Booted up my Gameboy and started it. It was stragnge because while i was playing through it it was like when i was playing my old emerlad. The next day i acully found my emerald and i loaded both of them up I ched there info. O_O they had the exact same ID exatc same team exatc same name everything. The screen went black. Emerald said (emerald is what i named my chracter) So your back. Your just gonan get bored with us and throw us away forever to rot. NEVER AGAIN. I then saw on the screen waht apperd to be the words Never Again being slashed onto the screen. Now every time i boot up my game boy i see the Slash seen again it willl forever ahunt me.

 

[Ranger Jack Walker]

This isn't a creepy pasta but rather an analysis type thing about Pokemon creepypastas that I found rather interesting.

[video=youtube;Wh956QCW4KQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh956QCW4KQ[/video]

Here's another video by the same guy on the truth of Lavender Town.

EDIT: Huh, I'm not allowed to post 2 videos in one post?
RVI: Lavender Town Suicides Legend - YouTube

 

[JohtoTrainerGold]

I edited my post hope you like it please rate it

 

[Nytie]

@JohtoTrainerGold it's got the potential to be a pretty good first pasta. Add more detail, give more of a build up to the actual horror, that kind of thing. There were a few spelling errors, but with a little bit of work it can be really good

 

[Caprizant]

Mine gets no love? :bawl: :XD2:

 

[Nytie]

Mine gets no love? :bawl: :XD2:

I already said yours was good

 

[Caprizant]

Mine gets no love? :bawl: :XD2:

I already said yours was good

I must be skipping by it accidentally, I don't see it.

 

[Nytie]

Okay, looking back it looks like I didn't after all. My bad XD I liked yours too.

 

[JohtoTrainerGold]

Y U NO LOVE MINE

 

[Agent Gryphon]

It was dark, dangy and hard to see in this cave. You walked with only a torch searching for something, for a legend foretold in this cave. Known as Giratina. The six pokeballs containing six of your Pokemon sat on your belt, You breath in and out looking around. Suddenly, You hear what sounds like an echo coming from a small hole in the wall.

You knew.. This must be Giratina. you walked into a rather large room that was lit with ancient torches with eternal flames, and there on the mound was a sleeping giant known as Giratina. You approached him carefully eye widened, he was much taller then you, towering around 13 feet. "Giratina" you breathe out, at first nothing happens and it's all quiet. so you turn to walk out as fear rose in your body, you had to figure out how to fight him, your six Pokemon were only Blaziken, Umbreon, Pidgeot, Raichu, Ivysaur and Haunter, strong as they be it was still something you had to think.

You heard moving.. Slowly you turn and two red eyes are staring down at you. Giratina has awoken. "Don't hurt me" you ask whispering as you back out, the red eyes never leaving me. Just as you make it to the door suddenly Giratina rushed at you that you fell to the ground as he cornered you, he looked angry. Fear went up shooting like a rocket, you started shaking thinking what would happen next. Giratina growled staring down more at you, he starts to lean, he opens his mouth showing teeth as he came down, about to eat you.

"No! you scream so loud your voice echoes throughout the cave, you knew this was it. Giratina would drag you into the Distortion world and probably eat you, or do something horrible. you start crying wishing you could see your family one more time.. To see your girlfriend, her beautiful face, her beautiful ocean blue eyes and the light blond hair. your family, your little sister and brother, your parents, your relatives. It would be all over. you pull out the six pokeballs and toss them out into the corridor, you surrender my Pokemon and set them free, so whatever happens to you they will never live this torment. Giratina lunged for you as it was....


Suddenly you wake up in your own bed sweating, it was still dark but there was no Giratina, your six pokeballs sat on the dresser next to you all safe and sound, your girlfriend was sleeping next to you in your bed. It was all a nightmare. "Thank God, it was just a nightmare." you say sounding happy as you lie back down in bed and close your eyes.

Unknowing that in the TV at the end of the bed, two red eyes peer out staring deeply down in your soul.


Title: Giratina's Awakening.

Not sure how good it is or if it's anything creepy or scary (I thought adding you making you the person there might do it). Now here's the thing, right when D/P was released and when Giratina was first known, I had an actual creepy dream about him that sort of went like that (Only I added more creepy touches, and I don't remember every bit of the dream). Only in my dream I think I was my trainer spite, and I walked to find Giratina in a cave, my sprite tries to run for it but Giratina chases him and puts him in a corner

And well I don't remember much else, but that's why I liked Giratina ever since, it was just so weird I had that dream of him before I really knew his name even.

 

[liquidMountain]

Man I want to write one. Also, didn't somebody make an actual Pokemon (Creepy) Black? As in the one where you can kill trainers?

EDIT:

Since we're allowed to re–post... I think I'll repost Snow on Mt. Silver, since it's my favorite one, even more than Black and Lost Silver. Found here here.

Spoiler

EASTER EGG - SNOW ON MT. SILVER

So, my brother and I, we kinda grew up on pokemon. Around here a lot of kids did. It worked out perfectly for us, too- every time a new gen came out one of us would get one version, one of us would get the other, and since our mum liked to spoil us a bit we both got the 3rd one. This is going to sound, at first, like a bittersweet story about two siblings who grow up with a couple of games that eventually take them down two different roads… Well, it’s a little more than that.

The years rolled by, we kept collecting. Gameboys got old; we replaced them. Cartridges finally gave out, we picked up new copies. But we started down two completely different roads before R/S/E came out. See, around then my brother got a Gameshark. We had heard all the hacks and cheats you could do with them, even if we were kind of late to the party, and they sounded awfully cool.
Our first guinea pig cartridge was my brother’s old Blue version. We just dicked around with it a little bit, nothing major. But whatever we did fucked the cartridge up. After just a couple of code entries, it glitched out completely and became unplayable. Naturally we were upset at first; my brother mourned the loss of his hours of work, and I was sympathetic. I told him, “It’s okay, we can replace it I guess. Stupid shark was a waste of money.”
But here our paths finally differed. After seeing the mess it had turned Blue version into, I had become opposed to the idea of hacking or cheating any of my games. (What can I say? I’m a chick. I feel feelings for the little pixel-critters.) At least with that gameshark. But my brother had taken his game’s destruction as a personal challenge or something- don’t think he ever played a game after that which wasn’t hacked somehow. Yeah, we played a shit ton of pokemon, man. But for us there really wasn’t much else to do; we live way out in the country without many other kids, and the farmers didn’t want us on their property… so… we played pokemon out on the lawn just about all day, every day. It was pretty awesome to us, at least.
We lost the gameshark when our rooms got moved around. A new addition was built onto our house and it disappeared in the mess of shit that got stuffed into the new closet.

R/S/E arrived, and after playing through them once we were both in agreement that they were definitely lacking in comparison to the last gen. We both tried another honest play-through, and though we managed to finish, it left us both yearning for some good old-fashioned nostalgia. Where were our old G/S/C cartridges, though? It took us probably a month to dig through the boxes we’d been too lazy to open up before, but we finally found one full of a shitload of all our old electronics: My old purple Gameboy Color still worked, his red one could no longer hold batteries in place. Both of our GBAs were fine, though, along with our snakelights and link cables, that one with the nifty little connector in the middle that I had always wrapped up oh-so-carefully to avoid fraying the wires and condemning it to the trash like our last cable.
We both grabbed up everything we could. It was so nice to have Yellow (which had been my first and most cherished game of any series, not just pokemon) and Red and Gold back.
We went through the motions of checking our old files, taking in all the old memories, and eventually we figured the gen 1 stuff was just too nostalgic to get rid of. I restarted Gold, he restarted Silver. Immediately he snatched the Gameshark out of the box and slipped it into the back of his GBA. I just shook my head at him. I remember what I said to him.

“That thing will kill your game, you know.”

He never had liked me preaching to him about ‘abusing pixels.’ I shut my mouth after that, but it had put him off playing with me. I guess it was just one time too many or something; I oughta know to keep my thoughts to myself, really…

It was a couple of days later that it happened. I was out on the porch, gameboy in-hand, just about to go into the E4 when I realized I needed a little help. My team was ill-balanced thanks to my playing through for leisure, and at the time I was no great trainer that could pull off gimmick runs. I knew that my brother had been two badges ahead of me when we’d last checked with one another, so I was hoping maybe he’d let me borrow a poke or two just for this run-through.
Now, the thing is that I’d spent the last 24 hours at a friend’s place. I had literally come home, dumped my bag in my room, and crept out into the sun with my GBA to play. I had no idea what he’d been up to. For all I knew he was done with the game and onto a new one… which, I figured, was all the better for me since he wouldn’t need those pokemon and I’d stand a better chance of nicking a few. So I got up and went into the house, and when I was crossing the living room I noticed all of his pokemon games lying on the floor. Some of the cartridges had been mangled, like they’d been hacked at with something sharp. Even his old Blue version, long ago dead and too sentimental to throw away, was lying with the plastic cut ragged, split almost halfway up one side, completely unusable anymore even if it would have worked.
I was a little scared. This had to have happened this morning, otherwise our mum would have seen and they wouldn’t be lying on the carpet. Tucking my GBA into my pocket, I crept over to his room and found the door unlocked. Somehow that was even more concerning.

I walked in and found my brother sitting on the edge of his bed. His GBA was in pieces on the floor at his feet, smashed to bits. Next to him on the bed were a hammer and our mother’s gardening scissors. His face was paler than I’d ever seen it, whiter than the time we’d gone corning and the old guy up the street, legally blind and a raving nutcase, had come and chased us into the trees with a shotgun. It was now I also noticed the gameshark on the ground, and a silver cartridge corner poking from under his bed. Somehow they had been spared the wrath of the hammer.

“Are you okay?” I asked. I remember the chills that ran through me. He was my little brother. Seeing him like this was horrifying.
“It was awful,” I remember him rasping, and the way his voice rattled made my knees weak. “Oh god. White everywhere, and then BLACK…”

I remember running over and hugging him. And I remember, his limp arm fell and brushed the gameboy in my pocket, and his sudden scream, right in my ear, making me jump and bite my tongue by accident. He ripped the handheld from my pocket and hurled it at the far wall. I cried out at the dent the plastic system made there, running over to collect it. The screen had gone dark, and though I feared the worst when I flicked the switch it powered up normally. I waited there in the corner, trying to pretend the GBA mattered enough not to go and run for our mum.

The volume was on.

The pokemon theme started up, and he screamed again, picking up the hammer. This time /I/ screamed, too, and ran from the room with my GBA clutched to my chest like a shield.

He ended up in the psyche ward of the hospital for two days. When we went to visit him, I left my GBA at home. No one could figure out what had set off his strange, manic behavior. There was some talk that I didn’t understand at the time about some kind of disorder he may or may not have had, but even though mum and I had collected and brought in all the cut-up cartridges to be looked at (mum’s idea, not mine), no one had even thought to tie it back to the game… maybe that was my fault. I hadn’t said a word about what had happened when he had accidentally touched my Gameboy, or the blind, white terror he had been thrown into when the music had started.
On my last visit to the hospital before school on the second day, I was left alone in the room with him while mum had some private talk with the doctor about precautions to take should this happen again. I sat in a chair next to the bed where he was staring at the ceiling. But then suddenly he sat up, making me flinch.
“Hey,” he told me, “Angie. Go in my room when you get home.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, and then I remembered the things we hadn’t packed up and brought in… the game and the hacking tool under his bed.

“Get rid of them. I don’t ever want to play with them ever again.”

His voice was so weary and desperate… he sounded like an old man on his deathbed. My poor, damaged little brother… how could I refuse?

“Promise you’ll get rid of them.”

“Okay. I promise.”

I was carted off to school late, and through the whole day I only had my promise to him in my head. I didn’t know it at the time, but this would be the last time that I could ever play the big-sister role and help him out. I just had to get home and get rid of that game… but as the day went on a sick curiosity started to go through my own head. What could possibly have happened to that game that scared him so badly? I was scared, myself, but I just had to know. I had to.

I got home and went right into his room, bent on uncovering whatever horror was waiting for me. Mum had since vacuumed the room, and the cartridge and gameshark were no longer visible. I got down and crawled half under the bed, feeling timid but holding onto the promise I made as my badge of courage. Under the bed there was enough dust to make me cough, enough old legos and various other toys that I couldn’t set my elbow down without it landing on something. But I finally saw both objects. They’d been shoved to the corner, on top of a notebook that looked too new to have been down here long. Unthinking, I grabbed the corner of the paper and dragged everything out with me, still wheezing from the dust. (Allergies and all.)
They looked so innocent, simple toys and a simple, spiral-bound bunch of papers. When I set Silver version and the gameshark on the floor, I took a closer look at the notebook. On it were scrawled at least twenty different cheat codes, but one had been scratched out with sharpie over where it had initially been drawn in with pen. This was confusing. He had REALLY tried to erase it out- the marker had been pressed to the paper so hard that ink soaked through most of the pages behind it, almost 2/3rds of the way to the card-stock back cover. But pen has a way of sticking around. I picked up the notebook and tilted it backward in the light, and the reflective surface of the sharpie revealed the indents that had been left where he’d written. The code was an unintelligible mess of letters and numbers, but the words next to it confused me.

“Easter Egg - Snow on Mt. Silver”

I remembered what he had said when I’d found him… he had been raving about white, white and then black… could he mean snow? Even though it was only August and the temperature was still climbing to 90 degrees every day, a chill ran down my spine. Did I dare…?

I picked everything up and brought it to my room, and laid it out on the carpet in front of me with my own GBA next to it. For a long time I just stared down at it, and the longer I looked, the more maniacal Lugia’s face became on the sticker… like some kind of twisted grin, like it was daring me to find out what had happened to my brother. I was a 14 year old kid. Did I really want to tempt fate and risk ending up like him? I glared down at Lugia for awhile longer.

I had to see.
I slid Gold out of my GBA and stuck Silver in in its place. It took me almost 15 minutes to compose myself and turn it on.

It started up normally. I left the sound on low, too afraid of what I might hear to keep it up the full way, and too curious to turn it the whole way off. The title screen was normal, too. Lugia again, but somehow menacing despite my common sense telling me it was exactly the same picture as every other time I had started up the game. How bad could this be? I asked myself. His notes said Easter egg. Didn’t that mean that that was coding already in the game?
The menu came up… still absolutely normal. His character was Blake, with a mostly filled pokedex… but the time was odd. 999:99. I KNEW he couldn’t have been playing that long… I had barely logged 50 hours on my own game and I was at the E4… and I was playing slowly. Probably the result of his hacking fucking up his file, I thought. Well, whatever then…
The game started up, and the first thing I noticed was the prolonged black screen. It took almost a minute for anything to change… and there was no sound at all. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up already, but it was too late to turn back.

Finally, a very dim sort of map came onto the screen… but it looked like static. What was going on? I squinted down and realized with a fearsome pang that it was actually the Mt. Silver map… but what I thought was static was heavy-falling snow. So this was where he had last saved his game. I checked his party… a very normal team for someone who’d been using a Gameshark: Typhlosion, Feraligatr, Meganium, Pidgeot, Tyranitar, Lugia, all level 100 with modded moves… typical for him. Something about the sprites was… strange, though. They seemed sullen, in a way. Their colors seemed washed-out, and their expressions lacked the usual vigor they normally had. I chalked this up to missing pixels or something, also due to the hacking…
The map had brightened up just a smidgeon when I closed out of the start menu. Indeed, snow was somehow falling very heavily; pixels danced across the screen so fast it was hard to see the little sprite that was my brother’s character. Something was off about him, too. When I checked the information, it was the same as the pokemon sprites; the colors were dull. In fact, now that I thought about it, he almost looked frostbitten.

My stomach tightened, and I turned and tried to move back down the mountain. As I hit the bottom of the screen, words popped up, and there was finally a sound – my sprite hitting an invisible wall.

“I can’t turn back now.”

That was… unsettling. I went into my pokemon and tried to use Pidgeot’s ‘Fly’ ability.

“I can’t fly in this!” obviously referring to the snow.

‘Fuck this,’ I thought, going into his bag. There was an escape rope. I tried using it.

“I can’t go back anymore.”

What was going on? Once again, I tried to walk back down the mountain, and to my horror the words changed with every attempt.

“I can’t run away.”
“I can’t go back down.”

“I can never go back.”

This last one sent a frigid feeling through my heart. There was no way down the mountain. I had to climb. Turning the little sprite around, I moved him forward.

No resistance at all, though my walking speed was oddly slow. What was truly weird was the lack of grass, of trainers, of anything at all but that white snow, which still blew across the screen and made it almost impossible to see.
As I moved further “up” the mountain, his walking speed became slower, and slower. The static curtain of pixels grew thicker, so that I could barely make out the features of the map… but it seemed like the only way to move was straight ahead anyway. I reached what looked like a set of stairs at the very top edge of the screen. I didn’t remember this being there before. As I tried to move up, the little sprite paused.

“I’m cold.”

By now even I was getting goosebumps. His walking speed had become painfully slow, as if somehow he was being impeded. Up the little staircase…

More text on the screen.

“Meganium has died.”

What the fuck, I thought. Pokemon don’t die in these games. I checked in my party, and was frightened and confused by what I saw.

Meganium’s sprite had been replaced by a red X. All of my other pokemon sported varying degrees of damage, though I hadn’t battled once. I went into my bag and found a single revive, and tried to use it.

“It’s too late,” it said. What kind of easter egg was this?

There wasn’t much else I could do… trying to turn around yielded the same messages as before. So I kept moving.

“Pidgeot has died.”

I checked again… sure enough, there was the little red X. This time I selected it and looked at the pokemon itself, trying to figure out what was wrong… I wished I hadn’t.
The sprite was mangled; pieces of it were missing. What was left was splotched with a sickish blue-grey color, and its eye was a solid black pit. I flipped down to Meganium- same deal, a leg missing, a chunk of its neck, most of its head, save that pitch-black, dead eye.

Morbid curiosity urged me onward, and the path never deviated from the straight upward road I’d traveled the entire time. Along the way, every now and then, another party pokemon would ‘die’ and examination of its sprite would show it was in the same condition as the others. Until all that was left was Typhlosion. One more stair case was up ahead. I climbed it, braced for whatever horror awaited me.

I hit the summit.

It was deserted – Red was nowhere to be found.

The snow had stopped falling.

In the very center of the map was something sticking out of the snow. It looked like a pokeball. Okay, maybe all this creepy shit lead up to some climactic, final battle using whatever was in THERE. If I picked it up, maybe Red would come out of hiding. I walked over an examined it, and there was a burst of static noise from my game that made me jump.

What appeared on the screen was a battle animation, my trainer sprite appearing, his skin tinged blue… against another mangled pokemon sprite.

It was Celebi.
In the center of that black hole that was its eye, a single red dot burned out like an ember. The thing looked rotted. I didn’t even throw out my mostly-dead typhlosion before it had moved.

“Celebi used Perish Song.”

A screech came out of my GBA, and I almost dropped it as the screen went white. A part of me was relieved, thinking that my final pokemon had been KO’d and I would be transported to a pokemon center… but I was wrong. My sprite reappeared in what looked like a cave; was in now inside the mountain? I checked my trainer card and felt sick. The sprite was just as mauled as the pokemon had been; a leg gone. A single eye remaining, pitch-black and so, so sad looking, tears welled up at the corner… And every color on him was replaced by those sick shades of frosty blue-and-grey. Every stat on the card was reduced to 0, except the time, which still read 999:99.

I quickly moved back to the map. His sprite there mimicked the horror it had become on the trainer card; pieces were missing, everything was discolored. I started trying to walk, and at first I received a message.

“It’s so cold.”

There was only one direction to go- upward. I moved on, and every now and then would be stopped by a message that made my heart sink lower and lower.
“Mother…”

“It feels so cold…”

“I can’t go on…”

The walls, as I walked, became darker and darker, until they were pitch-black at the end.

There was an exit there, marked only by a white outline. I had no other choice but to go through it.

It opened into a chamber that was also solid white… the only way to distinguish the walls was a thin grey line that marked them as separate from the floor. Against the far wall there was another sprite. Red’s sprite. Intact. I had come this far… I had to finish this. I walked right up to him and hit A.

“…”

A battle started.

Red’s sprite had none of the deformities that marred my own. The colors were the same blues and greys, but he was intact. He just looked… extremely sad. His first pokemon came out; Venusaur. It was just like my own had been… but level 0, with a speck of health. I sent out typlosion, who had just 6 hitpoints left. No pokemon made a sound when they were brought into battle.

“Venusaur used struggle!”

There was no animation, just a single point of damage done to typhlosion, and then the opposing sprite dropped off the screen.

“Venusaur has died!”

There was no text asking me to switch out. Instead, there was just what I took to be dialogue from Red.

“…”
His next pokemon was Blastoise, even more mangled than Venusaur had been. It too struggled and died. After each round there was that ominous “…” from their trainer. Every sprite was more damaged than the last; his Espeon was barely distinguishable as a pokemon. I realized somewhere he was sending them out all out of order, which saved one pokemon for last…

Pikachu came out, and it was grotesque. It, too, was discolored like it was frostbitten. It was missing an ear, half its body and tail, its head was mostly intact but its eyes were much larger than they should have been, and glared out at me like pitch-black windows into hell… but the thing that got me the most was the giant smile that extended almost all the way to the edges of its head. Its health was somehow at 0, or at least looked that way.
My hands were shaking. I didn’t get a chance to attack.

“Pikachu used Pain Split.”

“Pikachu has died! Typhlosion has died!”

It cut back to the image of Red’s sprite… and now it looked like mine, with his body so butchered it looked like a carcass stripped of most of its meat… except it had those same, soulless, deranged eyes as pikachu.

I finally understood what happened. They were dead. They were dead, and this sublevel of the mountain was the hell they now existed in.

Red finally spoke.
“It’s over.”

The screen flashed black and white for a moment.

“ used Destiny Bond!”

A horrible, hideous screeching started to issue from my GBA. The screen went white and it shrieked at me, and I threw it to the floor and pressed my back against the bed. The horrible noise continued for several long moments while the screen stayed white.

Then went black.

Then there was silence.

It took me a long few moments, but I eventually stood up. I took the gameshark. I took the notebook. I took that fucking possessed game. I picked them all up and carried them to the garbage can we had already set out for morning pickup, at the end of our long, winding driveway… and I threw them in. When I got back to the house, I don’t know what made me do it, but I picked up yellow version and inserted it into my Gameboy… I think it was part of me determined to make sure I hadn’t somehow been tainted as well.
The music started up. The game played. I turned to my pikachu and hit A.

Its smiling face greeted me with an ear twitch and a big, pixelated smile. A pleasant, normal smile. I turned my game off, and spent the next hour crying on the floor.

My brother and I never did play pokemon together again – he gave it up for good. I stuck to replaying my comforting, unhacked games.

That winter, the snow fell thick.

Wow. I suddenly don't want to think about pokemon right now.

 

[Nytie]

@liquidMountain If you mean did someone make a rom of it, I know of someone who is/was working on one. I don't know if it's been finished yet. I always did like Creepy Black more than Lost Silver. Also, yes, write one /creepypasta addict

 

[Shadow Victini]

Here's what I call a creepypasta poem. I made it up myself, based off Banette's PokéDex entries (although there is a bit of artistic license in there) and it's my first creepypasta, so I need some feedback. And yes, before anyone asks, I know it seems odd that the girl asked her mother whether or not she should throw it away and at the start she said it was like her own child and she loved it and she started to bawl after throwing it away, but that's besides the point. As is when I use the term 'as quiet as a mouse' when there are no mouses in the Poké-world. As for the way her mother doesn't seem to care at the end. And it is very, uselessly long. And there's probably a lot of more illogical stuff. Anyway, enjoy!

Spoiler

There was a young girl
And she had a toy
It was like her own child
Hers alone to enjoy.

It was tattered and battered
If alive 't would be lame
Eyes and mouth both gone
But she loved it just the same.

Yet she grew very concerned
And asked her mother one day
"Should I throw my dolly out?"
Her mother said, "Yes, it's filthy and dirty, so throw it away!"

The girl, very sadly
threw away her old torn doll
And when she told the news to her mother
She couldn't help but start to bawl.

The mother, in concern
Got a new doll, all shiny and new
She told the girl, "Don't worry, little one
You'll forget your dirty old doll soon!"

She adored this new doll
She loved it a lot
She cherished it more than her old one
Which she soon forgot.

But the doll hadn't forgotten
It hadn't forgotten her yet
For now it was revenge-filled
It had turned into a Banette.

At midnight it set off
As quiet as a mouse
And slowly sneaked in
Into her bedroom, her house.

The drowsy girl awoke
Confused that she couldn't see
She looked around perplexed
Until she heard a raspy voice go, "Remember me?"

The girl did not scream
But simply turned white
She whispered, "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!"
The Banette smiled; the girl sobbed silently with fright.

Banette, leering, said, "You'll pay dearly, friend,"
The girl bit her lip
And before she could say her final words
The Banette opened its zip.

The dark energy overcame her,
She felt heavier than a Groudon-filled sack
The Banette laughed evilly
For the girl, all went black...

Her mother found her next day
Looking rather dead
There was no sign of what killed her
But a dark smear on her forehead.

Yet the very next morn
Her body disappeared without a trace
All that was left was an unfamiliar doll
It was a mind-baffling case.

When friends asked what was left of the girl,
Her mother would say,
"All that was left was a ragged, filthy doll,
So I just threw it away."

Little did she know
Little did anyone know at all
For the mother had thrown away her child
Who, by the hands of her old one, had been turned into a doll.

Feedback and constructive criticism please.

 

[John Understands]

I like all of them, including @Shadow Victini's poem. Very interesting and describes Shuppet and Banette very well.

 

[JohtoTrainerGold]

I had lost my favorite pokemon Emerald game and i had no money. So i searched online for a Emerald rom. I came across a very un-plesent game. But i didn't know it would be un-plesent at first. The title was Pokemon Eon Version. My curiosity got the best of me. So i downloaded the rom. It said it would be 1 hour. So i went out side to pass the time. I was riding my bike on my yard. I thought i saw Latios and Latias the Eon pokemon flying through the sky. Shrugging off my shock i went to check the rom. It was downloaded. I booted it up. The intro was very like what happened outside. There was a boy riding his bike (the bike looked like mine) across a feild of grass. He looked up and saw the two Eon pokemon. Then a battle came into sequence. It was horrifying. I saw the two eon pokemon with patches of blood and a broken wing in battle with the kid. The kid had a deathly grin on his face. His hair was soaked with blood. His ear was gone. He then took out a item. (which i guess was a knife) and jumped the Pokemon. The screen went white. The title screen said Pokemon Eon version. Eon looking like it was written in blood. The pokemon on the screen was the two eon pokemon with there eys gone with two dark holes looking like a window to hell. I remember wondering if i should continue. Like how i dowloded this game in the first place my curiosity got the best of me. I hit the start. The screen flashed Blue and Red. In morse code it spelled Doom. By this point i was pretty freaked out. Then Prof.Oak came up. His skin was a REALLY light shade of white. his head had some blood on it. He gave a diffrent speech. He said that us trainers have been decited to using out pokemon as our tolls not our friends that finally two pokemon finally stepped up and are after all the Trainers. He warned me that these pokemon are extremely Tough to beat. It never let me pick my name. Instead of me in the truck i was in a police car I was mutting something like I had to escape. Then it showed outside the car. It then showed the car wobbleing. I jumped through the window. It then exploded. Blood was spatted everywhere. My chracter got some blood off of his face and licked it. They are close he said. Then it looked like a normal pokemon game. There was red water every where. Peices of a Plice car. I checked for my trainers name. It was.... victim. I then found a biker. We got into battle. HE threw out a Raticate. I came into abttle. I only had one move. Murder. I had no choice but to use it. It was horrible. It showed me get out a gun and shoot the pokemon. I then heard Manic Laughing. The trainer then came into battle. The Fight option was blurdde out so i check my bag. I ahd 1 item knife. I used it. It shoed my cutting the biker into little peices of meat. The battle then ended. I stole the chracters bike. My chracter talked again. There.. There catching up... I have to hurry. The bike then speed up. It shows a blue and red pokemon after me. The both used Hyper beam at the same time. It blasted me across my bike. the screen turned a bloody red. I saw my chracter laying down by a fire at a cave. It seemed to be a few hours later. He was talking. He let me get away. The fucking play let him get away. He seemed to be glaring at me. No worrys we will try harder next timeI shut the rom off never wanting to see it again. But the next days people would not notice me. I had a urge to get back to Pokemon Eon. I did after 2 weeks. I was farther in the story. MY brother must hyave played. Because he came up and played with me. We worked together. He wouden't tell me his part of the story. But evently we came to an battle with latios and latias. It looked like the title screen. After he jumped there was bloody slashes everywhere it said. The Victm then died after 2 weeks. Then the rom reset It said i never downloaded the file.

 

[liquidMountain]

Needs some grammar and spelling fixes. Otherwise fine.

 

[JohtoTrainerGold]

thanks its my second one

 

[Meerkat Revolution]

Spoiler

I found this on f yeah pokemon creepy-pasta


It was the stormy weekend of July 12th*
I had recently got Pokémon gold from my friend.
He told me he didn’t have a game boy so he had no use for it.
When I got home from school that day…
I will never forget what happened
I finished my drawing of a fakemon called Rispotar. I then put yellow in the slot of my gameboy and I started the game as per usual chose my name starter blah blah it was all normal until Oak said*
“So anyway which of you brothers would you prefer to die?”
Obviously my friend had hacked this as I am always complaining about my younger brother, Paul I assumed he made it so I would pick Paul, the obvious choice so instead I chose Steve my 2 year old brother.
As soon as I said that oak lifted his hand and said…
Don’t lie
The game screen went black.
I was scared…
My palm shaking I turned the game boy off then on again
There was a save file under ‘Death’
Curious I opened it… I shouldn’t of
The screen was bright red with just the sprite of ‘Death’ and a sign
I read the sign and it only read ‘Feraligator used bite’
I heard a scream from the other room.
I dropped the game boy and ran to the other room where my brother, Paul was laying there, almost dead, with a chunk of his body missing with bite marks.
I quickly ran back to the game where the screen was a basic white striped room with nothing but a tombstone in the middle…
Dare I read?
Curiosity got the best of me as I clicked on the Gravestone..
R.I.P Paul Your brother never loved you.
When I read this I was in tears as I had killed my own brother…
The tombstone sunk into the ground where a ladder was left.
I followed the ladder into a cave called ‘you murderer’s cave’
My mum was screaming holding my brother in the next room; he had blood dripping from the gash and my little brother Steve was staring at him…
I went back to the game where there was a long path downwards/upwards and a long path across.
Where I was standing there was a 9x9 area with the tombstone in the middle I was above the tombstone so I ran around and down.
I kept on running down until I came to the same room.
I ran to the left until I came out of the right path of the room.
My only choice was to read the tombstone.
It read your brother’s wish was to be a policeman.
A police man sprite replaced the grave stone.
I talked to the policeman and this was the dialogue.
Paul: Why did you kill me? Why WHY*
Then I was forced into battle with my dead brother…
I was frozen…
In an hour my brother had been killed by a POKEMON?

In the battle I sent out Shaymini My Shaymin.
He sent out a deformed Dialga…
Dialga wasn’t even invented in G/S/C I thought and then I remembered that my brother had been killed by a Pokemon, also close to impossible.
The Dialga Used ‘Haunt’ (Not even a real attack)*
The screen came up like I lost and instead of ‘death passed out’ it was ‘I, Paul, will get my vengeance…Rispotar use Thunder ray….’
I woke up in hospital that day…the medic said I had an electric shock from my game boy and I was In a coma for a week.
He left the room and it was dead silent…Dead
I turned to my right where my brother was standing…My dead brother with a bite from his side his eyes wide open.
He had survived the bite apparently and all he said was…Thank you for everything.
My mum raced into the room hugging both of us and said ‘What bit you Paul…’
He said…’Not too sure.’ The reason she hadn’t known Is we woke up from the coma at the EXACT same time..strange huh?
The doctor later explained that we had been at home and I had been playing my Pokémon game with my brother when we were electrocuted.
Apparently our dog had mauled my brother when he was unconscious and my mother was shopping.
Me and Paul later discussed what happened and he said he had been bitten by a big blue creature with a red Mohawk but he didn’t tell anyone as he was scared they wouldn’t believe him and put him in a mental home.
He said he had a dream that he was a Pokemon trainer…A police man with the fakemon I drew, Rispotar, and a Dialga.
All I said was ‘you weren’t dreaming.’
Only one question remains…
I asked mum if she remembered what bit my little brother…*
She said “No I wasn’t there, I was shopping”
I assume she had been so hysteric she had forced herself to forget
The last person I asked was Steve my 2 year old brother he replied*
“Big dinosaur EAT PAUL”
Had It all been a dream?
I don’t think so
The reason this is all jumbled is I am so shaken up about the story whenever I try to remember freak out so I am doing the best I can to describe what took place.
One last conversation*
ME:“Mum have you seen my gold game?”
MUM: “NEVER SAY THAT WORD AGAIN”
Maybe mum really did remember

 

[IceShadow1199]

I wrote this creepypasta poem, hope I do good!

Spoiler

It was a dark stormy night, I decided to pick my up my GBA and play Pokemon Emerald and as soon as I pressed the Continue button, for some weird reason, my sprite had white eyes, I decided to check if my pokemon where okay, as soon I as I pressed the "POKéMON" button, I was creeped out...

I saw that my Beautifly was missing...

As I shouted:

"Beautifly???!!!?"

The screen of my GBA started blackening.

A reversed theme of Lavender Town from Pokemon Green started playing and I heard a 32-bit voice and it said:

"John, why had you done this??? You... you... Pratically killed me!"

So then I asked:

"Killed you? What are you talking about? Who's talking anyway?

A red eye started appearing in the center of the screen, and so I heard the voice saying:

"You DID kill me, how can you not remember me? Does this silhouette look familiar?"

And a silhouette of Beautifly started appearing, she had blood in her wings and slowly started flying close to the screen, I slowly uttered:

"Your, you're Beautifly? Impossible! I would never kill you Beautifly!"

Beautifly started saying:

"Quit lying, you let me in a room with Team Magma

you let their Camerupt kill me,

you didn't even check the room, did you??!"

Then I said in a sad voice:

"I didn't check the room, it's true. Sorry if I put you on a situation hard to believe!

I swear, I will never do that again!

I promise!"

Then Beautifly said

"Too late, I going to kill you. I'll never forgive you!!!"

Then she pointed a gun on the screen, I threw my GBA out of the window, I ran fast as I could, in one of the walls, there was a writting made of blood:

"But, I wont kill you alone, I got backups!"

As soon as I heard a lightning sound, I turned back slowly, and I saw Beautifly with Marowak's ghost and a bunch of ghost pokemon wanting to kill me.

I ran to another room locked the door and I put a steel frame in the windows, I tried playing my Pokemon Sapphire game, I pressed New game, the music and Birch appearing calmed me down... I said my name and everything, as soon as I went home. Some huge text boxes blocked the screen, they where written:

HELP! THIS SCARY BUG WANTS TO KILL ME!!!!!

So then, my sprite ran to where Birch was and he was being chased by a Beautifly. I tried battling it thinking it was wild, as soon as I ran to the Beautifly. Blood covered the screen and me and the Beautifly's sprite started sliding in the screen and I heard Beautifly's cry low pitched and reversed, one of the textboxes said.

"Your BEAUTIFLY wants to battle!"

Beautifly's sprite was exactly like the Beautifly that wants to kill me right now, then my sprite threw Mudkip's pokeball, and he came out.

I commanded Mudkip to use Tackle, but then some textboxes said "MUDKIP was too scared to move!"

Then, the textboxes said "BEAUTIFLY used Dark Pulse!"

Strange, I never taught my BEAUTIFLY that move...

Then the textboxes said "MUDKIP died!"

My sprite started sliding in the screen and the textboxes said:

BEAUTIFLY: You're... not gonna kill me... AGAIN!!!

Then, the textboxes said:

"BEAUTIFLY used
Silver Wind!"

As soon as the move animation ended, the screen froze and started glowing Beautifly's original face and after 2 seconds, I heard a very loud Screech noise, I couldn't take it anymore so I turned the power off, and Beautifly and the ghosts finally broke through the door, and they started getting close to me, and so Beautifly pulled off her mask and it was... My sister?

She said:

"Hahaha! Your face was great!"

Then I yelled:

"What the heck? So, Christine, you were my Beautifly all this time?"

My sister replied:

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

And so I asked:

"If you're the Beautifly, then who's the Ghost type pokemon?

She replied:

"They were my friends!!! Hahahahaha!!!!

END