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or do one on ditto
Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
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or do one on ditto
Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
What Reyairia said: Don't hotlink, second: this has been posted already, at least that image of those f*cked up mons.its not mine
*0* i know
victrebell :evil:
Said to live in huge colonies deep in jungles, although no one has ever returned from there.
Lures prey with the sweet aroma of honey. Swallowed whole, the prey is melted in a day, bones and all.
omg look at the paris line *shudders
What Reyairia said: Don't hotlink, second: this has been posted already, at least that image of those f*cked up mons.
What is hotlinking? << click. You're welcome.sorry i dont have time to go thrue 57 pages
idk wtf hotlinking is so il just delet it
Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
One day, I was at my local gamestop. It wasn’t a haunted one, the cashier acted normal, nothing strange. It had been a year after the release of the DS so I decided for the fun of it to get a Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald. They only had a used Sapphire for $20. I wanted a new one, but those types of games were pretty hard to come across with all the companies only making DS games. Anyway, I bought the game and headed home.
I’m the type that whenever I get a new game I play with it for around 3 hours. Anyway, I booted up the game, preparing to see what the Hoenn region was like. I never found the anime to be interesting, so I was practically clueless about the Pokemon there. The normal starting theme came up, I was already enchanted by the design of the new Pokemon.
I paused when I expected Pokemon Sapphire to come up, the screen went black. About 10 seconds later, the title said POKEAAAAAAA- After a few seconds the title said Mon. This got me even more excited because I had heard of these before. People modifying the normal Pokemon games, and making them their own! My heart was racing. I eagerly pressed the new game option. It started like this:
“La-la-la-de-do….Tell me what time it is~….”
The clock thing came up, and I entered the time. The text box came up again.
“Oh my! Already that time? I hope IT has not started already!”
I thought for a few seconds. What is it? And why was it in capital letters? I assumed it meant that I was late to pick my Pokemon. I found myself in the normal room. I remembered the potion that got stored in the PC. I found that there was only something called LOO. What a weird item… I thought. I exited out of that, and headed downstairs. I decided to talk to my game mom. She looked young and was wearing a plain blue dress, and pink hair. My character was a girl with brown straight hair,and wearing jeans. I had a plain Green t-shirt on. The character designs were plain. Anyway this is what she said
“DO YOU KNOW IT?”
A yes or no option came up, and I clicked “no”. Then another option came up, and it read if I wanted to use WOO. Curious of what it did, I said “yes”. Before her sprite dissapeared, it read
“Ah, my end came so soon…I wish you have a long good one Annmari….”
I named my character after myself, but there weren’t enough spaces. So I left the e off. Confused, I saw a lab, which appeared to be red. There was Professor Birch and my rival. Elm did his normal speech, and said
“So pitiful….My ending came so early in LIFE…Anyway, pick a starter…”
Then his sprite disappeared. There were three options to pick as starters, but strangely, my rival picked first. There was only Yellow and Blue left, because my rival picked Green. Since Blue is my favorite color I picked that. Then there was my full-screen character, and in a clear voice she said,
“Orange, your end is here.”
“Orange” was a Torchic. Another full screen appeared, and a tear ran down its face. This time the sprite did not fade, but when I tried to interact with it it said:
“You made my end come. YOU DID. Not your character. If you had picked me, this wouldn’t have happened. Not now, but later, I WILL GET REVENGE.”
The game progressed normally, except whenever I battled a trainer, my character came into full screen again and told the trainer or Pokemon that it was the “end”. Then, depending on the character, it would say something like
“You made me have the end. I wanted to catch more Pokemon you know. Everything is GONE. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. I WILL GET REVENGE. But not now.”
As I came closer to the elite four, they added “Very soon.” instead of not now. Soon, Pokemon centers refused to heal me, and I relied on items. I beat the elite four, and was lead into a huge room. All the trainers and Pokemon alike, crowded around me. My rival which I named Nameless, started a conversation with my character.
Nameless: You made us experience painful ends.
Annmari: I didn’t mean to! The GAME made me!
Nameless: When you made me have the END, you were smiling
Annmari: Ok, fine I enjoyed it. You are not the main one though.
Bug catcher: Why? We wanted this too. We’ll make you experience the hardest END possible
Annmari: Don’t make me laugh! What can you add-in characters do!
Nameless: We can try as hard as we can to alter the game.
Annmari: The GAME is the most powerful one. If t had not been for it, you never would exist. Anyways, if you alter it, you will die.
Nameless: Because of you, I don’t have even a name! Dying would be much better then being trapped in the END
Annmari: You cannot alter the GAME. It chose ME. Not you…Because of the GAME I am the best. The GAME allowed me to win
Nameless: SILENCE! We’ll alter it! We will make you have the most painful END and die!
The screen went into a battle. It had no sprite, and said, All the ENDINGS want to battle. It sent my character into battle, and I selected items since I had no moves. I found no items so I used struggle. It only did damage to myself. The endings used ALTER END. My cry was like a human scream. I found myself on a bicycle. I tried to get off after a while, and a message appeared
Nameless: This is your END….for now
Annmari: How? Why? ANNMARI….Help me….
Nameless: She can’t help you. She is not the GAME. She can only pitifully watch.
Annmari: Huff….Getting tired….But I feel no pain at the same time….Why?
Nameless: You’re in the END there is no way out now. Dislike your ending? I can change it.
A snapping noise came, and my character was bobbing in lava.
Nameless: You feel the pain? My pain was to battle you over and over….Because that was my END. The END. ANNMARI, can you stand to see your character like this? Just turn it off…Then it will be all over
Annmari: NO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!
I was temted to see what would happen. I reset the game, and the starting theme came up. It showed my character lying there, lifeless. A text box came up when it ended
“The trainer was the main character…She could not have an END or it was thought. Ending all the add-in characters, she had a journey…Behind her back, the ENDs planned to modify the GAME…So that it was possible for her to have the most painful END…She was known…Now no more….Her pain will never end…NEVER…Forever…Would you like to kill her and end it all?”
A yes or no option appeared. This was a hard choice, so I randomly picked “yes”. Before the game crashed, she said
Annmari: You betrayed me! I will get revenge…But not now. You’re END will come. And the END will come to everyone who reads this…EVERYONES END WILL COME!
The screen went black, and I never wanted to buy a hacked game ever again.
Note: This game is real~
This thread is, more or less, the reason I joined the forum. I felt an obligation to write something, and so I did. Special thanks to Lalo Schifrin, whose chilling and haunting music served as great inspiration during the writing process.
Be warned: This is a long one, and an intense one. Enjoy, don't judge me solely based on what you read here... and pleasant nightmares.
The House
Several years ago, a man by the name of Roland DeFrei lived in a large, three-story green house about two miles outside of Ecruteak City. Roland had grown up in the city, but in his old age, had made the decision to move out on his own, removed from the distractions he felt were spoiling his golden years.
The House, as it was simply and efficiently named, had been built decades earlier; the builders had envisioned it as the start of a new town. They and their family lived there for 28 years, waiting for someone else to join them. When no one came, the owners moved to Olivine City. Before leaving, the father made a carving in the wooden mantle above the fireplace. He was not much for words, and as such the inscription was simple: “May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
Roland was able to purchase The House for a modest sum of money. Although he had no real family, Roland did not live alone. He was a trainer of Ghost Pokémon, for they helped him imagine an existence after his inevitable passing. When he first moved into The House, it was just him and a single Gastly. The House, conveniently for him, was built in an area where Ghost Pokémon were relatively plentiful. Over the years, he collected more and more of them, each one a new family member, and a new comfort to his slowly failing heart.
His last conscious heartbeats were quick and frantic. He was frightened. There had been noises coming from the living room – it sounded like someone had broken in. From his third floor bedroom, he dashed down the stairs as quickly as his aging legs would permit him to travel. As he turned the corner into the living room, he saw the barrel of a rifle and heard a thunderous sound as a hole was blown in his head. The shooter fled as the sounds of something awakening filled The House. When all of Roland's Pokémon arrived in the living room, they found their surrogate father lying in a pool of his own blood, the culprit having long since escaped. Angered and saddened, they slowly drifted back into sleep.
The police found his body a week later. The investigation and cleanup were rushed, especially in its final days. Some people swore they could hear movement in The House, and everybody wanted to leave. In his will, Roland had left The House to the city of Ecruteak. Almost immediately it was sold to a local real estate company. That company tried its best to sell The House for several years, continually lowering the price point. But due to its isolation and notoriety, nobody was willing to purchase it. When the Keeley family finally bought The House, they did so for $80,000 – a fraction of the property's estimated value.
Like Roland, the Keeleys had lived in Ecruteak. But now that the parents, Jan and David, had three playful children, they needed more space. The House, with its three floors and bedrooms, seemed like the perfect opportunity. The move was surprisingly quick, considering the size of the family. There were two bedrooms on the second floor – the first, larger bedroom belonged to Jan and David, while the second belonged to their two little boys, Randy and Jack, both aged 6. The last bedroom, on the third floor, belonged to Olivia, their 5-year-old daughter.
For the first few days, everything was fine. The Keeleys were a happy, young family living in their dream home. The long trips into town were occasionally exhausting, sure. But it was worth it, because they felt truly at home in The House. That feeling remained until the fifth day. That night was when Roland's children woke up.
Sensing a presence in their father's old bedroom, they began there. Olivia was asleep in bed, snug within the confines of her blankets. She did not awake as her covers were torn off, or even as the strange, purple, gaseous limbs lifted her from her bed. When she did open her eyes, she closed them almost immediately. It was bright – too bright. And so hot and dry. And she felt the force around her, lifting her against her will. Olivia was not in her bedroom anymore. Where she was now seemed to match every description of Hell she'd heard in her short life.
Randy was the second member of the Keeley family to wake up. He heard a muffled, high pitched sound coming from the floor below him. The sound paused for a moment, only to begin anew – although this time, it seemed more distant. In the corner of his eye, Randy saw his brother rising from bed. But he was not awake. Faint, dark, swirling forms surrounded him, heaving him upwards and too the side, carrying him away from his bed, and finally planting his feet on the floor at the center of his room. Disturbed in the midst of his dream, Jack took in a breath through his nose – and with it came one of the translucent forms, burrowing into his mind.
Jack's eyes opened with a start, and gazed around the room questioningly, as if whatever compelled them to move was seeing The House through human eyes for the first time. Jack turned and walked to the bedroom door, the high-pitched noise audible once again, this time coming from above. As Randy turned to follow his brother, the barely-visible forces in the room raised both beds off the floor queitly. Jack's face turned back to Randy, a bizarre grin plastered across it. The grin did not falter as both beds were slammed together, causing an ear-shattering boom and crushing Randy's head between them.
The sound was enough to make Jan and David bolt from their beds. Their bodies filled with adrenaline and their actions spurred on by parental instinct, the two ran to their door, violently yanked it open and stared into the hall. They saw their sweet little Jack standing in front of his closed bedroom door, a look of concern on his face.
Jan grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him directly in the eyes, too frenzied to percieve the fact that there was something odd about them. “What was that noise, Jack? Are you alright?” She had a vice-grip on the little boy that surely should have been painful, but Jack did not even wince.
“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I slammed the door. But where is Olivia? I can hear her. Can't you? Don't you want to know where Olivia is?”
The high-pitched noise resumed once again, sounding slightly clearer out in the hallway. Once again it seemed to come from below them, on the first floor... and it was now identifiable as Olivia's hysterical shrieking. Jan and David rushed down the stairs frantically, Jack following closely behind. As they turned the corner into the living room, they saw the fireplace, and heard the crackling of the raging fire that had been lit in it. Echoing down from the chimney, they heard Olivia's screams, weaker than before, interrupted by bouts of coughing.
Olivia was beginning to black out, choking on the noxious smoke being funneled up past her, losing blood from the cuts and abrasions she had received from being scraped against the hot bricks. Jan called out her name desperately, as if the sound of her voice could pull Olivia free of the clutches of whatever had her trapped.
Ducking between David's legs, Jack ran towards the fireplace. “Don't worry Olivia, I'm coming,” he said, entirely too calmly. “I'm coming to get you Olivia. We all are!” Jack took a step into the fireplace, his clothing and hair igniting, his skin being splotched by drops of Olivia's blood that dried and solidified as soon as they landed. “Mommy and Daddy are coming too.” He turned around, his already charred face and strangely dim, reddish eyes staring straight at Jan and David. “Aren't you coming? Won't you try to save your own children? Don't you care about them?”
Jan lunged for the fireplace, only for David to pull her back by the waist. She protested loudly, her shrieks blending in with the weakened cries of her daughter as she saw Jack's body disintegrating in flames through her hot, pouring tears. As the flesh on Jack's jaw began to slide off, making visible a glistening wet section of skull, he spoke for a final time.
“Of course not. You could never love them as much as we loved our father.” What scalded meat was left on Jack's face twisted into a demented smile, and the gaseous purple entity flowed out of his disfigured nose. Olivia's lifeless body crashed down onto Jack's burning corpse, causing it to collapse into the flames as the force that had possessed Jack charged into the two speechless parents, shoving them back a few inches - only for them to be caught by an unbelievably large swarm of swirling purple energy, which proceeded to tear them limb from limb at an agonizingly slow place.
They saved the heads for last. Once they had been severed from their lifeless torsos, the heads were tossed into the fireplace like two logs used for firewood. The flames they fed danced as the rightful residents of The House, the children of Roland, fell into slumber once more. The light from the fire illuminated the inscription on the mantle, casting it in an eerie glow.
“May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
Here's why you should NEVER put a Ditto with a Gardevoir at the Day Care ANYMORE:
Curse the Quagmire images for all having lousy quality D:<
This thread is, more or less, the reason I joined the forum. I felt an obligation to write something, and so I did. Special thanks to Lalo Schifrin, whose chilling and haunting music served as great inspiration during the writing process.
Be warned: This is a long one, and an intense one. Enjoy, don't judge me solely based on what you read here... and pleasant nightmares.
The House
Several years ago, a man by the name of Roland DeFrei lived in a large, three-story green house about two miles outside of Ecruteak City. Roland had grown up in the city, but in his old age, had made the decision to move out on his own, removed from the distractions he felt were spoiling his golden years.
The House, as it was simply and efficiently named, had been built decades earlier; the builders had envisioned it as the start of a new town. They and their family lived there for 28 years, waiting for someone else to join them. When no one came, the owners moved to Olivine City. Before leaving, the father made a carving in the wooden mantle above the fireplace. He was not much for words, and as such the inscription was simple: “May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
Roland was able to purchase The House for a modest sum of money. Although he had no real family, Roland did not live alone. He was a trainer of Ghost Pokémon, for they helped him imagine an existence after his inevitable passing. When he first moved into The House, it was just him and a single Gastly. The House, conveniently for him, was built in an area where Ghost Pokémon were relatively plentiful. Over the years, he collected more and more of them, each one a new family member, and a new comfort to his slowly failing heart.
His last conscious heartbeats were quick and frantic. He was frightened. There had been noises coming from the living room – it sounded like someone had broken in. From his third floor bedroom, he dashed down the stairs as quickly as his aging legs would permit him to travel. As he turned the corner into the living room, he saw the barrel of a rifle and heard a thunderous sound as a hole was blown in his head. The shooter fled as the sounds of something awakening filled The House. When all of Roland's Pokémon arrived in the living room, they found their surrogate father lying in a pool of his own blood, the culprit having long since escaped. Angered and saddened, they slowly drifted back into sleep.
The police found his body a week later. The investigation and cleanup were rushed, especially in its final days. Some people swore they could hear movement in The House, and everybody wanted to leave. In his will, Roland had left The House to the city of Ecruteak. Almost immediately it was sold to a local real estate company. That company tried its best to sell The House for several years, continually lowering the price point. But due to its isolation and notoriety, nobody was willing to purchase it. When the Keeley family finally bought The House, they did so for $80,000 – a fraction of the property's estimated value.
Like Roland, the Keeleys had lived in Ecruteak. But now that the parents, Jan and David, had three playful children, they needed more space. The House, with its three floors and bedrooms, seemed like the perfect opportunity. The move was surprisingly quick, considering the size of the family. There were two bedrooms on the second floor – the first, larger bedroom belonged to Jan and David, while the second belonged to their two little boys, Randy and Jack, both aged 6. The last bedroom, on the third floor, belonged to Olivia, their 5-year-old daughter.
For the first few days, everything was fine. The Keeleys were a happy, young family living in their dream home. The long trips into town were occasionally exhausting, sure. But it was worth it, because they felt truly at home in The House. That feeling remained until the fifth day. That night was when Roland's children woke up.
Sensing a presence in their father's old bedroom, they began there. Olivia was asleep in bed, snug within the confines of her blankets. She did not awake as her covers were torn off, or even as the strange, purple, gaseous limbs lifted her from her bed. When she did open her eyes, she closed them almost immediately. It was bright – too bright. And so hot and dry. And she felt the force around her, lifting her against her will. Olivia was not in her bedroom anymore. Where she was now seemed to match every description of Hell she'd heard in her short life.
Randy was the second member of the Keeley family to wake up. He heard a muffled, high pitched sound coming from the floor below him. The sound paused for a moment, only to begin anew – although this time, it seemed more distant. In the corner of his eye, Randy saw his brother rising from bed. But he was not awake. Faint, dark, swirling forms surrounded him, heaving him upwards and too the side, carrying him away from his bed, and finally planting his feet on the floor at the center of his room. Disturbed in the midst of his dream, Jack took in a breath through his nose – and with it came one of the translucent forms, burrowing into his mind.
Jack's eyes opened with a start, and gazed around the room questioningly, as if whatever compelled them to move was seeing The House through human eyes for the first time. Jack turned and walked to the bedroom door, the high-pitched noise audible once again, this time coming from above. As Randy turned to follow his brother, the barely-visible forces in the room raised both beds off the floor queitly. Jack's face turned back to Randy, a bizarre grin plastered across it. The grin did not falter as both beds were slammed together, causing an ear-shattering boom and crushing Randy's head between them.
The sound was enough to make Jan and David bolt from their beds. Their bodies filled with adrenaline and their actions spurred on by parental instinct, the two ran to their door, violently yanked it open and stared into the hall. They saw their sweet little Jack standing in front of his closed bedroom door, a look of concern on his face.
Jan grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him directly in the eyes, too frenzied to percieve the fact that there was something odd about them. “What was that noise, Jack? Are you alright?” She had a vice-grip on the little boy that surely should have been painful, but Jack did not even wince.
“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I slammed the door. But where is Olivia? I can hear her. Can't you? Don't you want to know where Olivia is?”
The high-pitched noise resumed once again, sounding slightly clearer out in the hallway. Once again it seemed to come from below them, on the first floor... and it was now identifiable as Olivia's hysterical shrieking. Jan and David rushed down the stairs frantically, Jack following closely behind. As they turned the corner into the living room, they saw the fireplace, and heard the crackling of the raging fire that had been lit in it. Echoing down from the chimney, they heard Olivia's screams, weaker than before, interrupted by bouts of coughing.
Olivia was beginning to black out, choking on the noxious smoke being funneled up past her, losing blood from the cuts and abrasions she had received from being scraped against the hot bricks. Jan called out her name desperately, as if the sound of her voice could pull Olivia free of the clutches of whatever had her trapped.
Ducking between David's legs, Jack ran towards the fireplace. “Don't worry Olivia, I'm coming,” he said, entirely too calmly. “I'm coming to get you Olivia. We all are!” Jack took a step into the fireplace, his clothing and hair igniting, his skin being splotched by drops of Olivia's blood that dried and solidified as soon as they landed. “Mommy and Daddy are coming too.” He turned around, his already charred face and strangely dim, reddish eyes staring straight at Jan and David. “Aren't you coming? Won't you try to save your own children? Don't you care about them?”
Jan lunged for the fireplace, only for David to pull her back by the waist. She protested loudly, her shrieks blending in with the weakened cries of her daughter as she saw Jack's body disintegrating in flames through her hot, pouring tears. As the flesh on Jack's jaw began to slide off, making visible a glistening wet section of skull, he spoke for a final time.
“Of course not. You could never love them as much as we loved our father.” What scalded meat was left on Jack's face twisted into a demented smile, and the gaseous purple entity flowed out of his disfigured nose. Olivia's lifeless body crashed down onto Jack's burning corpse, causing it to collapse into the flames as the force that had possessed Jack charged into the two speechless parents, shoving them back a few inches - only for them to be caught by an unbelievably large swarm of swirling purple energy, which proceeded to tear them limb from limb at an agonizingly slow place.
They saved the heads for last. Once they had been severed from their lifeless torsos, the heads were tossed into the fireplace like two logs used for firewood. The flames they fed danced as the rightful residents of The House, the children of Roland, fell into slumber once more. The light from the fire illuminated the inscription on the mantle, casting it in an eerie glow.
“May the memories of all who lived within The House glow forever in this hearth.”
Wow. just woah. that was an awesome story UFalien...
I seem to be getting a lot of "Woah" XD
Thanks, though! One day maybe I'll do a sequel...