f yeah pokemon creepy-pasta

Telling this story by memory, which doesn’t always serve me correctly. Pardon any mistakes in when things could have happened.

My brother and I each got a Deoxys from the giveaway event in the past. Due to the fact that Platinum was to come out soon (this was a long time ago), we both restarted our Diamond games. He didn’t wait until I came home from my father’s house, and lost his Deoxys in the process of deleting his game. I traded my own over through his game, and eventually got it back.

Afterwards, we both got Platinum. I took his game and my own to the Manaphy event. We each received one. I got close to mine, keeping it at the front of my roster and training it. He used his simply as a strong battler. Eventually he lost his, I don’t remember how. It was probably by restarting his game after he got tired of it. I always kept mine. Whether it had to be by trading it over to a different game, I always saved them, because I loved them.

My brother learned that if you bred Manaphy and Ditto, you could make Phione. I tested the theory and was so happy with my baby Phione.

But my brother wanted it, too.

I didn’t want him to touch my Manaphy. He was only going to force it into making him a bunch of Phione. He could forget about it and delete his game again. I didn’t want to lose it to him.

He cried about it to my mom, who forced me to give it to him. Glad he got what he wanted, he locked himself in his room with my beloved Manaphy.

I didn’t play my games as often anymore.

Two weeks later he offered to give it back. I told him to keep it in a PC box, that I would get it some other time.

A month later, we both forgot about it. I still played Pokemon, I just forgot about my Manaphy.

Now he has Soul Silver, and I have Heart Gold.

He wanted to relive the fun of Platinum.

He restarted his file.

My Manaphy is gone. He looked shocked when I asked him if he’d traded it over to Soul Silver for the time being. He apologized a hundred times, and I just shrugged it off. “It’s just a game.” I said.

I went into my room and cried. I want my Manaphy back.

If you see her, tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t save her. I’m sorry I forgot about her. I’m a terrible trainer for that.

If you see his Manaphy and Deoxys, tell them I’m sorry they were abandoned.

I’m never letting my brother touch my Pokemon ever again.

Well, this is my first creepypasta. So if it sucks, then you know why. Plus, I will be referencing some other creepy-pasta, so I admit that this story isn’t !00% original. So, the original material goes to their rightful owners. Good-day.

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Curious :

What if Pokemon was in real life? Would it be like hell? A time, about greedy little children. Who don’t see that their killing these ‘Pokemon’. Are they too blind to see that, because of these badges? They can’t hear the tortured screams of these pokemon because of small pieces of metal?

Truth :

Blue, he tried his best, to show Red that those ARE just pieces of metal. And these were living creatures, which was more important to Red you ask? The badges, he just wanted to be a pokemon master. He wouldn’t let ANYONE get in his way of his dream. Blue was puzzled, Red doesn’t notice it. But himself and Leaf could see it, Leaf knew it all along. But Blue learned, because of his Raticate, it had been killed on the that damned crew ship. By Red and his other pokemon. Blue mumbled, in a low voice, that barely anyone could hear, “……..You had killed my pok- no.. my best friend.” The horrible truth was spilled out, Pokemon could actually die.

Unforgotten :

Leaf, poor Leaf. She was never included in anything. The only person that paid attention to her was Red and Blue, all because no one liked Squirtle, she picked that Pokemon willingly as her starter. People thought that Squirtle was weak, and meaningless, but Leaf found a special, close friend in this Pokemon. But soon, something happened, that Leaf wished she could forget. However, it just looped, in her head. Over and over, her friend was no longer there, she would no longer speak. To no one, ever. Blue tried to talk to her, on phone and in person. But she wouldn’t respond. Where’s Red in all this? He’s off getting the badges.

Thought : 

Blue knew that Leaf would snap soon, but he tried everything he could. He gave up his Eevee to her, Leaf was first delighted. But she then paused and gave the Eevee back. “No one can replace Squirtle, he was..my friend.” Blue sighed and made Eevee return into his pokeball. Walked back to his house and thought, he thought and thought. But yet, he couldn’t think of any way to help Leaf. It was hopeless. 

Death : 

But then the next day… Blue had a wonderful idea, he had to get to Leaf and quick. So he raced out of his house, and bursts into her house. He scanned around, but he couldn’t find her. So he started searching all over Pallet-Town. Still no sign of her, he ran out of town, out of breath. “Leaf! Leaf, where are you?!” he cried out, hopelessly.  After a few panicked minutes of searching, Blue’s heart sank when he saw a female body hanging from a tree. It was Leaf, there was a note on the ground, that had slipped out of her hands. “L-Leaf! … no.. i’m… too late…” He tried to say something else, but he burst into tears instead.

Note :

“Dear Blue and Red,

I am sorry. I am so sorry. But I can’t take it any longer, my friend is gone.. Squirtle, he was murdered by that huge flock of Pidgey. He was picked clean, and now, I will soar into the sky. With my best friend, Squirtle… Red, Blue.. you both are special to me. But I feel like I was missing something, something in my heart…

You guys don’t really care anyway. I know you don’t. So.. why am I even writing this note? I know you won’t read it.”

Murderous :

Blue kept his mouth shut for a day or two. Just thinking about how Leaf died, and why she died. Its still tear-jerking to him. But then Red crossed his mind, and Blue narrowed his eyes. Red was so annoying, stepping on every living thing in his way. Just to get stupid badges, Blue already got those badges. Its not that fun. It was just a waste of time, but Red saw it differently. Then Blue got an idea, “i’ll make Red suffer.. the same way I did. He’ll see then, Red will see the error of his ways.” Rage and hatred grew in his mind. He was ready to murder that damn Pikachu of Red’s. 

Failure : 

Blue failed. He failed at killing Pikachu, and then he got scolded by his Grandfather, Professor Oak. He admit’s, it was a stupid idea after all.. but Red deserves it. Red doesn’t care that Leaf suffered! Red doesn’t care that he KILLED Pokemon, neither does he care that he just ruined Blue’s life. Red ruined EVERYTHING about Blue’s life. “……….” Instead of saying anything to defend himself, with his Grandfather. He kept quiet, and in the middle of the scolding, he just walked out of the lab. And back to his house, he leaned against the front door. Eevee popped out of his pokeball and walks over to Blue. “….? Oh.. its you Eevee………..” Tears builds up in his eyes and hugs Eevee. “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry….. i’m a failure.. please, forgive me…..” 

Defeat :

Blue gave up, trying to stop Red, he tried to ignore it… But then something snapped, he grabbed Eevee’s pokeball and walked over to Red’s house. He goes into his house and narrows his eyes. “Its time to end this, Red, i’m tired of your CRAP!”

Red just glanced at Blue, a bit confused, but then smiles big. “OH! I see, you want a Pokemon battle, ok!” Red clearly couldn’t see how angry Blue was. So Pikachu leaps in front of Red and Blue sends out Eevee. And yes, they battled inside of the house. 

Pikachu used thunderbolt and Eevee dodged, by jumping onto the kitchen table. And then quickly jumping back off because Pikachu used another thunderbolt, trying to hit him. Eevee climbed onto  bookcases in the house, trying to get high enough. Then jumps off and lands on Pikachu’s back, he bit into Pikachu’s skin. Pikachu cried out and tried to shake Eevee off, and he just bit harder. Until actual blood started to go down Pikachu’s fur. 

“What is your Eevee doing?! It’s a simple Pokemon battle! Not a battle to the DEATH!” Red blurted out, a bit panicked, but he then narrows his eyes. “Quick, Pikachu, use thunderwave!” a huge charge of electricity blasted across the room. As Pikachu cried out more, releasing all of that energy must be painful. Eevee gets hit and then froze for a moment. “…………..” Blue kept quiet. Eevee fell to the ground, blood slowly dripped out of his mouth.

Pikachu was out of breath, and then Red cheered and jumped up and down in happiness. 

Blue heart sank once again, he then picked up Eevee’s cold body, and walked out of the house. He dug a hole next to his house, and buried Eevee. That was his last Pokemon, Red killed all of them. Blue backed away and glanced at all of the graves his his Pokemon. And then at Leaf’s grave, he didn’t cry. He just started to tremble, and then walk out of Pallet-Town. Blue then went over to Leaf’s hanging tree, he attached a rope to a strong branch. And then…

End :

Red finally got all of badges, he then glanced at all of the graves in Pallet-Town. And his smile vanished, he finally noticed that he was the one who killed all of them.

Ok..So In Part 1 With The Trainer And Her Pokemon In The Graveyard. Lets Start From There.

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As The Young Trainer, Kate And Her Pokemon, Sparky, Dark Ralts, Flapper, Latias, And Latios Were Walking In The Gaveyard, Deeper and Deeper, Being Led By Kate’s Dark Ralts. Soon…When They Reach Lavender Town, Dark Ralts Said: “I’ll See You At The Top Of The Tower.” And Dark Ralts Ran Off With A Smirk. My Old Pal, Typhlsion Took Her Place. O.o I Was Freaked! Then I Went Up The Pokemon Tower, When I Got To The Top, Dark Ralts Was Feasting On A Poor, Innocent, Young Trainer. “SO MY NEXT MEAL ARRIVED. GOODIE MORE KILLING!” And Then A Battle Started. Dark Ralts Was At…LVL 100!!!! My Other Pokemon..The First 5 Are Lvl 90, But Flapper, Was At, LVL 7!!! This Isnt Good… I Thought. I First Sent Out My Typhlosion, Magma. Dark Ralts Fled. I Was Like: “Wtf?!” And The Dark Ralts Came Back. Holy $h!t I Said In My Head. And Dark Ralts Used Psyhic On Magma And Half Of Her HP Was Gone! “WHAT THE……!!!” I Screamed. Then Dark Ralts Screamed: “HAHAHA YOU CANT DEFEAT ME!!” And Dark Ralts Evolved Into Dark Kirlia And Said: “WHAT AM I DOING?!, SRY MASTER! SOMETIMES I CAN GET TO EVIL IN MY RALTS SELF!” And With That, She Healed Magma And Came Back…”Goodbye Magma…” DARK KIRLA has came back to you! MAGMA was put in the PC box: Best Friends For Life!

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Let me tell you a story of my “experience” with Pokemon Fire Red…It was March…this year…2011…(yes…it took me this long to build up the courage to type this…) I was playing around on my GBA emulator, until i found a 

little ROM on www.doperoms.com, It was a version of fire red that came with a save that was near the Elite Four, the final part of the game, I wanted to see how tough the “final bosses” would be, so i downloaded the ROM. 

I now wish that I had not…

I started the ROM, immediately after i downloaded it. It started out like normal Fire Red. Same title screen, but when i hit start, I saw a file titled “Leave”. I thought to myself ‘Heh…some stupid kid wants to keep me from finishing 

the game?! SCREW THAT!’ I feel like an idiot for that now. I started the game. For some reason it asked for my name, I entered: “Seth” which is my name, then the game started. I was in pallet town, for some odd reason. I 

wondered what was going on…the title of the rom on the website said that it was near the elite four, but it seemed that I was right back at the beginning of the game. I got mad, then went to my other rom folder and went back to 

my original save. I tried to use it, I got the “The save file is corrupted” message…My eyes widened. I had gotten my squirtle to level 65…I was pissed to say the least…then i reloaded the save of the ROM i had 

downloaded…I had then checked the pokemon and realised that the game had a charizard…and it was level 66…I became happy when i thought i basically had an upgrade from my original save. I continued to play. When I’d 

left pallet town, I heard the lavender town theme in the background instead of the usual happy tone. I wondered what sick joke was happening…but I still continued on with the game

Over a period of 3 weeks I played (mainly on weekends, You SUCK school.) I had reached lavender town…there was a wierd crackling tone playing…but no lavender town music. I started to get a little freaked out by this. 

Then i realized, the lavender town map was glitchy…There were tombstones from the Pokemon Tower sitting around the town…I was unsettled by that fact, and I also soon after that realised that there were no people in the 

town…That was enough to creep me out…I headed for Pokemon Tower… and thats when things got really wierd…

First of all…my characters actions became slower while walking up each story of the tower, the light dimmed on the screen each time too. Second, I didnt see the Marowak ghost at all… Then, I’d made it to the second to last 

floor, The screen was almost too dark to see, my character seemed to be at a crawling speed…then suddenly, a message appeared: 

”???: Join Me…” 

”???: I won’t hurt you…”

”???: Just join me for a meal…”

I shook my head. Rubbed my eyes. Then looked back at the screen. It was still the same. I wondered what was going on, then i saw four red lights in the background one pair was near the bottom left corner, the other at the 

top left. I pressed the A button, The lights moved toward me quickly. A battle initiated. The battle screen was black, All i could see was a white outline of the pokemon and text. The enemy pokemon looked like the “buried 

alive model”. I’d sent out charizard, now a level 84, but i couldnt tell him to attack…because as soon as he came out the message appeared: “??? Uses Devour” the creature came to my side of the screen and grabbed 

charizard, charizards animation seemed to be struggling but unable to escape the grasp of the creature. He was taken off screen. I heard charizards roar, but it was reversed and lower pitch. All of my other pokemon were on 

my pc…but the battle wasn’t over…my character had appeared on the screen and all i could do was stand there as the next message appeared: “??? Uses Bite”. This one attack took down half of my health. I was able to use 

one attack, which was “Struggle”. By then i’d realized that this was turning out like the “Pokemon Creepy Black” story…but that thought went away with the rest of my confidence when i’d used the move. It didnt inflict any 

damage, to either me or the creature. Then the creature spoke: “You are going to die. Give up.” Now, the menu came back up, but the only option on screen was “Give up”. I had chosen that option…the enemy used the 

Devour move that he’d used on charizard. The screen showed the creature eating the pieces of my character. I heard my character yell in agony. I closed the emulator and dragged the folder into the recycle bin. My eyes 

were wide. I couldnt shake off the images of what happened in my mind.

About a month hiatus from putting it in the trash, i put it back in the gameboy emulator rom folder, and started the rom. The game didnt show the usual title screen, no, it started right back at the creature devouring my player. I 

watched in horror as the creature finished my character. Then the creature started moving torwards the screen, it spoke: “and you will be next Seth…”, then a demonic rumble played in the background. I closed the emulator 

again, and dragged the entire emulator program and the rom into the recycle bin and emptied it right thereafter. 

“Go, Umbreon!”

My Pokeball hits the soft, cool wet grass and I immedietly know that was my cue to get out onto the battlefield. Eagerly, I jump out of it, ready for battle.

There’s a full moon out, and it’s shining brightly and beautifully. I’m charmed and caught off guard by it, until my trainer snaps me out of my “daydream” by ordering me to use Dark Pulse. “C’mon, focus!” I tell myself.

I let out a purely evil energy I managed to harness by something my trainer calls a TM. A black aura escapes my rings, and consumes the Goldeen that was now screeching in pain in front of my own eyes. Finally the poor, useless fish stopped screaming and wiggling and was out cold. I grin as my trainer pets me, exclaiming, “Good job, Umbreon! I knew you could do it!”

The young trainer, around 5, or maybe 6 years old looks crushed as she whips out her Pokeball, sucking up the dead Goldeen. I almost pity her, but it’s her fault for using a bad Pokemon.

“Fine. You win!” She said, handing over $1,180 to my owner. Wait, my trainer was making a living off of us? And $1,180 too! How sick! Her parents are gonna hate her when she gets home!

I payed it no attention, however, blinded by my pride. My owner lets out all the other Pokemon and sets up camp. I watch in awe as the takes out the tent and sets it up like magic. I wish I could do that!

I hand her a few wooden stakes and leave to go look at the stars for constellations. Tangela loves doing that. I don’t know why, he was always a little… weird.

I stare up into the moonlit sky, finding many constellations. The Big and Small dipper, Scorpio, and a lot of others. Suddenly, my eyes catch the moon.

It looked just as beautiful as I saw it last, shining brightly and beautifully. It looked like the white part of an Oreo, a cookie that me and my trainer both loved. All of a sudden I’m stuck in a trance of some sort, thinking about nothing but the moon and all it’s glory.

Suddenly, I notice my rings are glowing just as brightly as the moon. I stare at my paw in awe. It shines a brilliant gold like the heavens. I can’t help but smile.

That’s when things got bad. I was once again lost in a trance. Suddenly, my peaceful mood got washed away and drowned, having been forgotten by a flood of rage, hatred and hunger.

I hadn’t in the slightest why I was feeling this, but I decided it was best to go along with it. I turned to Tangela, and my rage built up even more. A blazing hot word shoved itself into my head.

KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.

I let out a Dark Pulse, catching the ball of vines next to me by surprise. He yells and writhes in agony, and his vines are squirming and twisting like snakes.

Finish him. FINISH HIM!

I reach over to the squirming body and eject claws that I never knew I had before from my paws. I rip Tangela apart, killing him.

Suddenly, hunger that I had not noticed was bugging me even more than my rage. I settled on eating him.

I claw his vines open and dig into the tangled mess, in an attempt to find any trace of meat. All I find are Eye Sockets. I wasn’t about to eat eyeballs, though. That’s disgusting. I scowl at the waste of my time and leave for my owners camp.

I smelled smoke and rejoiced. A campfire was nearby, and where there is fire, there are humans. Humans mean meat. Meat means food. Food means no more hunger.

I finally reach the campsite and realize it’s none other than my trainer’s. I’m a little crushed, but I guess it’s too late. Death is inevitable. Perhaps she would learn that lesson today.

I see them eating by the campfire, munching on Hot Dogs, Marshmellows and Oreos. I scowl, and my desire to eat them grows. Those were MY Oreos! Only me and my trainer could eat them! I’m sickened by the thought that she would share with the rest of the Pokemon.

I sneak up silently, not wishing for my prey to be startled and run off. Apparently I failed, because my trainer turned to me with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Oh, there you are Umbreon! We were just eating dinner. I saved some Oreos for you, I know they’re your favorite— Oh my gosh! Look at your rings! That is beautiful… You look SO adorable! Wait here please, okay? I’m just gonna go get the camera…”

I try my best to look normal as she rushes inside the tent. I had to act fast, or else she’d either catch me eating the Pokemon or I wouldn’t have a chance and I’d starve. I pounce at Ponyta, Just BARELY missing her. She cries out for help, but she’s too late. I rip open her horsey-flesh and begin eating. Ponyta meat tasted SOOOO good. It was very tender, and not too hot, and not too cold. It would be better if it was cooked rather than raw, but I didn’t really care.

I ate all the meat I could and threw the bones into the forest for the Cubones/Marowaks to deal with. The rest of the Pokemon stared at me, horrified. When I was done, I decided I would let the victims pick who went next to be generous. I turned to them and smiled with blood-coated teeth.

“Who would like to feed me next?”

Unfortunately, no one volunteered. I looked over and saw my trainer running out from the tent, camera in hand. “I found it! I found it!”

I decided since she had interrupted my question, I would choose her to go next. I posed in front of the camera cutely, and let the clueless prey take a picture. When she was done, I was surprised to see that she had not noticed any trace of anyone having been murdered. She was as cheerful as ever.

“Okay, let’s look at the picture!” She said, flipping to her album. I snuggled up alongside her, ready for the kill.

“Oh my gosh! You look so…”

She let the sentence die. I wondered whether she had found out yet or not.

She put down her camera, revealing an expression of horror and deep, sincere regret. She stared deeply into the eyes of the Ponyta corpse.

“Who… what…. who did that….?” She pointed at the dead pony with a shaky finger.

I grinned, bearing my bloody fangs.

“It was me!”

 I pounce at her living human body and rip apart her flesh like a child in a Toy Store digging through the 50% Off bin, throwing out bones, organs and such that I wasn’t in the mood for eating. I decided on saving her for last, for after eating a piece of her leg I decided it was much better than the others.

I turned back to my audience.
“I will ask again… Who would like to feed me next?!”

They all fled. Eventually I caught up to them all and finished them off, but they had fled. I had managed to eat them all, satysfying my hunger, except for Prinplup, who escaped by sea. But he probably became Sharpedo breakfast anyway.

Finally I came back to my trainer. I feasted on her carcass and lapped up her blood. Much tastier than the others. I popped an Oreo in my mouth and slept.

I woke up feeling awful, like I was having a hangover or something. But I knew I wasn’t, because I knew very well I was instructed to NEVER touch alchohol. I also wondered why my trainer wasn’t there. Maybe she was outside making breakfast for us. Not that I was very hungry. I couldn’t remember anything from last night, but I must’ve had a big dinner. I opened the tent zipper and walked outside.

It was then that I had realized what I had done. Bodies of Pokemon and a human were laying around in the grass, and dried blood was strewn everywhere. It was truly awful. And what sickened me most was that I had done it.

I wanted to kill myself. This was awful! I ran to the ocean to see if Prinplup was okay. There was a washed up body on the coast. It was Prinplup alright, but he was poisoned badly by a Tentacruel and was bound to die any minute. He stared at me with a look of mixed hatred and sorrow.

“Why… Madison?”

He was dead.

I threw myself onto the sand and cried. I cried for hours. I just couldn’t help it. I killed my only friends. They were like FAMILY to me. and I killed them.

About 5 hours after crying the Sinnoh Military came, caged me, and locked me up in a Pokemon Kennel. It was filled with tons of mad Pokemon- A rabid Growlithe, A strange Glameow that seemed to hate everyone the walked by, screeching, howling and hissing like mad, even a Tyranitar captured in a Dark Ball. I tried looking to them for help, but Growlithe only tried to bite me, Glameow only hissed at me and the rest were trying to kill me. It was awful.

That is my story, to all you trainers that have come to the kennel. Heed my words trainer- Never train Umbreons, and should you not listen, treat them with caution. That is all I can tell you, because the guards don’t want you getting bitten. It’s been about a month since that happened, and there’s a full moon out now. It’s so beautiful…

“Umbreon, the Moonlight Pokemon. When exposed to the moons aura, the rings on it’s body glow faintly and it gains a mysterious power.”

It was Christmas of 2004, I had begged my parents to buy me pokemon fire red. I was opening my gifts and I saw a small square and thought, this must be it, pokemon fire red. I opened it up and I was right, I left all my other gifts unopened for a while.

I started my game, skipped the intro, and started the game. My starter was a Bulbasaur so Gary chose Charmander but a third sprite appeared named Ghost and he asked me to battle by saying “… you will die…” had a level 5 Ghost like the one that you see in Lavender Tower. It knew a move called $%#(&$($%^)&$$^. I attacked first by using tackle, but the game said “Bulbasaur went right through enemy Ghost.” then it said “Ghost is charging $%#(&$($%^)&$$^”. So I tried using growl and the game said “Ghost absorbed the attack and sent it back at Bulbasaur in the form of shadow ball”. Luckily that attack missed but then it said “Ghost used $%#(&$($%^)&$$^”. then the screen went glitchy and the noise you hear when you take your game card out of a GameBoy Advance SP in the middle of the game played. When the screen returned to normal, Bulbasaur was on the other side of the screen looking at me with red eyes. My rival Ghost said “… Bulbasaur, stay with JJ…” then Bulbasaur ran back to me with normal eyes. When I exited the battle, Ghost had disappeared. I played through the game normaly without seeing Ghost again. Then after I beat the game, Ghost appeared in my room. A battle started without a word from Ghost. My team was a Venusaur, Pidgeot, Fearow, Zapdos, Nidoking, and Golem, all level high 40’s to low 50’s it was a mere fluke I beat the Elite 4. The same thing as the first battle happened but when Ghost used $%#(&$($%^)&$$^, all my pokemon fainted and were on Ghost’s side. Then Ghost said “… you should have found a way to beat me…”. then my screen went black. I tried resetting my game but it wouldn’t turn on. I threw fire red out. I looked outside and saw PALLET TOWN!!! I walked up to the top and a PIDGEY APPEARED!!! I realized I was in the pokemon world. Then I saw EVERY POKEMON I EVER CAUGHT!!! The last thing I remember is Ghost saying “… attack…” and excruciating pain. Then I was floating in a black space and it said “you failed your mission, please start over”. I have never stopped seeing these words. The reason you can read this was because I learned how to communicate with the real world from here. It feels like I’ve been floating here for thousands of years, but who knows, it might have only been a millisecond. If you can find a way, please help meeee.

The trainer was yelling at his Joltic.
“You stupid pokemon! You are no good! Get lost!!” The little pokemon ran near the bushes were I was.
“Joltic!” I called, the little Pokemon came up to me. I patted his head and lead him to another trainer.
“Aww! What a cute Joltic!” The girl said picking him up. I floated away, wanting to get revenge on that boy.

Maron was running with his Espeon. When he tripped it he laughed histaricly, the little purple thing scraping its leg.
“ES!” It screeched, licking its leg.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” The boy laughed rolling in the grass. When he sat up the Espeon was gone. And a Gothorita was in his place, her hands on her hips. Its eyes were hypnotising. The boy stood in a zombie like way, following her. Deep into the woods, the Gothorita saw the Hydreigon. Fast asleep. She made the boy walk up to it. She hid in the bushes, and made him kick the sleeping giant. Its many deep red eyes opened and saw the boy. Almost instantly ripping his head off with one of his three heads. The red sprayed everywhere.
“Esp!” The Espeon was next to me now, the Joltic and a Furret as well. Watching the giant rip the boy apart like a plant.

Pokedex Entry #141: Hydreigon. The heads on their arms do not have brains. They use all three heads to consume and destroy everything. Anything that moves seems like a foe to it, triggering its mercless attack.
Pokedex Enrty # 081: Gothorita. They use hyposis to control people and Pokemon. Tales of Gothorita leading travelers astray are told in every corner.

Lemme Introduce Myself..The Creator Of “The Curse.” With A Ralts Thats From…Well This Is How Dark Ralts Became….Enjoy…..READ IF YOU DARE!!—————————————————————————————————————————

Why Did I Become To Be?! Why Did…*faints*

Hey! Hey! You OK?!

*wakes up* Huh? w-where am i?!

Uh…*looks around* in the safari zone! How Did You Get Here?!

I-i cant remember…all i know is i’m a ralts….

A RALTS?!

Yup.

*trainer comes along*

Oh Goodie! My Second Pokemon!

*trainer smiles in happiness and her bayleef, lvl 32 comes out*

Go Petals!

(Battle Begins)

RALTS used PHYSIC!

PETALS took 10 HP!

Petals! Use Razor Leaf!

PETALS used RAZOR LEAF on RALTS!

RALTS took 50 HP!

*Trainer catches with Pokeball*

I’ll Name You…*sees that your a dark ralts* AAAAHHHH!!!!

*Dark Ralts Comes Out* My Name?!

Y-your N-name I-is C-caitlin

……..*Glows Red* BAD CHOICE….*KILLS TRAINER WITH PSYHIC*

PETALS SCREAMED IN AGONY!

PLATINA has DIED!

PETALS has ran off to the POKEMON CENTER!

*Anew Trainer Has Found PETALS*

Aww…*hugs Bayleef* What Happened To Your Train- *sees a little blood stained on bayleef and cleans it off* What Happend To Your Trainer Little Fellow?

M-my trainer was killed!

*everyone turns to Petals*

Nurse: DID PETALS JUST TALK?!?!

Petals: Oops.

Moonlight: *gives petals afew oran berries* My Name Is Moonlight.. I’ll Be Your Trainer! *smiles happily*

Petals: *eats first oran berry* Thanks..And Ok! *smiles*

(PETALS and MOONLIGHT walk out of the POKEMON CENTER)

Moonlight: *walks with PETALS* I’ll Name You Cindy!

Cindy: Yay! *smiles*

Cindy: *looks to right and finds dead trainer and runs*

Moonlight: *follows and brings out Latias*

Latias: Moonlight…Why Did Y- *sees dead trainer and screams* AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

Cindy: My Previous Trainer… *frowns and screams in agony*

Moonlight And Latias: *sees grass rustle*

Moonlight: Come On Cindy And Latias! *runs to rustling grass*

Cindy And Latias: *Follows*

Moonlight: *finds a shiny meloetta* O.O WE’RE NOT IN UNOVA!! O.O

Meloetta: *collapses into Moonlight’s arms and faint cry*

Moonlight: Oh Me, Oh My! *holds Meloetta* What Happened To A Secret Legend?!

(Cindy And Latias Shrug)

Moonlight: *Runs to POKEMON CENTER carring MELOETTA*

(Cindy And Latias Follow Her)

Nurse: *sees Moonlight and her pokemon run in, Moonlight is carring A MELOETTA* Oh My! A Legend From Unova!

Cindy: Yup..Idk What Unova Is.

Latias & Moonlight: -.-“

Moonlight: Unova Is Anew Region. I Watched It On TV At Home Before I Became A Pokemon Trainer..I’m Gonna Keep This Meloetta…If It Allows Me..

Meloetta: *wakes up* Huh?! How Did I End Up At A Pokemon Center?! *sees Bayleef And Latias* Aaah!

Moonlight: Its Alright, Meloetta..They’re My Pokemon! They’re Very Gentle. Want Me To Be Your Trainer?

(Everyone turns towards me)

Guy: HA! THATS PATHETIC! MELOETTA’S GONNA SAY NO!

Moonlight: I Love Melody’s..I’ve Read That Meloetta’s Love Melody’s.

Meloetta: Well, That IS True…Ok. I’ll Let You Be My Trainer.

(Everyone Gasps But For A Group Of Dudes And A Female, They Laugh)

(Reveal To Be Team Plasma)

Moonlight & Her Pokemon: *Gasp*

Moonlight: TEAM PLASMA!!! I SENT YOU AWAY TO LUGIA FOR PUNISHMENT!!!

Team Plasma Grunt 1: Ha! WE DEAFEATED HIM IN EASE!

(Lugia Appears And Storm Begins To Brew)

(Moonlight Runs In Carrying Meloetta, Her Pokemon Following)

Meloetta: *alittle covered in blood and hardly flies* Owww… *falls*

Moonlight: *Catches and puts Meloetta In Pokeball And Meloetta Comes Out*

Meloetta: Thanks….

Team Plasma Grunt 2: BUT I THOUGHT THAT WE KI-

Latias: *rushes past them with Moonlight on board holding Meloetta.*

CINDY is now MOONLIGHT’S forever!

Cindy: *>.< at team plasma*

Moonlight: *holds trainer old pokeball and cleans it off and puts cindy in it*

Moonlight: *Returns Meloetta And Latias Flies Up To Lugia*

Lugia: *Cries In Agony And Sees Moonlight*

Lugia: M-moonlight, I-is T-that Y-you?

Moonlight: LUGIA!!! *Jumps Onto Lugia & Returns Latias*

Lugia: It IS You. *smiles weakly*

Moonlight: Who Hurt You, Buddy?

(everyone outside stares up to Lugia)

Person: SHE’S LUGIA’S FRIEND?!

Lugia: A R-ralts that kills t-trainers…

Moonlight: Oh My!

Lugia: *starts falling*

(Ho-Oh Comes Into The Scene And Lifts Up Lugia)

Ho-Oh: Lugia! You Alright?!

Lugia: Not Really…

Moonlight: Ho-oh! Thanks So Much!

(Moltres Comes Into The Scene And Parks On Top Of A Empty Tree)

Moltres: *Cry*

Moonlight: Moltres!

Moonlight: Why Are You Three Even Doing Here..Lugia, Ho-Oh And Moltres?

Lugia: ALL THE SAME REASON!

Ho-Oh: WE’RE FLEEING FROM…

Moltres: OUR WORST NIGHTMARE!

All Three: THE DARK RALTS THATS CRAZY!

(Dark Ralts Jumps Onto Pokemon Center And Howls Like A Mightyena And Thunder Rolls)

Dark Ralts: I’M GONNA BECOME A DARK KIRLIA!!!! AND NO ONE WILL STOP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! *THROWS KNIFE TO LUGIA*

Lugia: *flies up with allot of strength*

Ho-Oh: *dodges*

Moltres: *flies to both them*

Moonlight: *sends out latias and Meloetta to help*

*text box comes up* MELOETTA is feeling REVENGEFUL. Help MELOETTA get her REVENGE on DARK RALTS?

*selects Ok.*

(BATTLE BEGINS)

My Pokemon We’re Now:

MELOETTA

LUGIA

HO-OH

MOLTRES

LATIAS

BAYLEEF

Moonlight: *Meloetta Comes In* ALRIGHT MELOETTA YOU WANT REVENGE..HERE YOU GO.

(The Song “MONSTER” Comes On)

Meloetta: *shapeshifts into Arceus and can use moves*

Moonlight: MELOETTA CAN SHAPESHIFT?!?

Arcues: No..I’M ARCEUS

Moonlight: WHAT?!?

Arceus: I Want REVENGE On Dark Ralts!! *uses hyper beam on dark ralts*

(“MONSTER” Is The Battle Music For The Start)

Moonlight: *alittle scared and hops on Latias for comfort*

(ARCEUS Is Now BLOODY)

Moonlight: *covers eyes* THE HORROR!!!

Arceus: *turns head to Moonlight* Oh..Sry *uses hyper beam on dark ralts again without control, again*

Moonlight: Oh My Mother *BLEEP*

~*TO BE CONTINUED…*~

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I Made This Up ALL By Myself…Hope It Gets Accepted…I Made This Of Thinking To Get Pokemon Crystal…Look Out For Part Too.. And Watch Out For Bloody Arceus Under Your Bed Each Night Young Ones..

Ok, I do not know how this happened, but I think Pokegen has gone crazy,because now I am getting random pokemon that I did not ask for, including some creepypastas. Yes, I now have BRVR with me somehow, I don’t know how, but he is the least of my worries. Ocasionally I will get a serious pokemon creepypasta like White Hand, who continuously speaks in red and says demonic stuff, so he is staying in the PC. Oh, and his OT is Buryman. Yea, go figure.

Anyways, there is another Pokemon, that is not from a creepypasta, but is creepy in itself. It’s name is Blood, it is a Pikachu, and occasionally it will go on a killing spree. Yes, it has killed trainers. I get the money and the prize though. Apparently important characters are imune though. I don’t know how long until he finds me though. OH SHIT HE FOUND ME! ITS PAWS HAVE CLAWS! ITS EYES ARE BLOOD RED! ALL THAT BLOOD DRIPPING FROM ITS MOUTH! OH THE HORROR! i have little time left so listen close, if you get a pikachu named blood release it, or else he will

HeHeHe, So ThIs Is WhAt ShE dOeS iN hEr SpArE tImE. aLl WhO rEaD tHiS, kNoW tHaT i WiLl gEt YoU, aNd WhEn I dO i WiLl AvEnGe mY bRoThEr HeHeHe.

Thursday, April 2, 2009. It was ten days after Pokemon Platinum was released in North America. It was sold out all over my town, and I wouldn’t be able to get it in a few weeks. As a Pokemon fan, I’ve been waiting for this game to finally come out. Luckily for Jared, he pre-ordered the game so he would get it once it was officially released. He told me he would give me the game after he’s finished. He called me recently to come over to his house so he would give it to me. How would he complete the game in ten days? I just arrive had his house now.

I knock on the door.

“Hey, Katie.”
“Hi”
“Come in”

I walk in the house. We’ve been best friends for along time. He was the only friend I had. I would always get bullied, I would sometimes feel lonely. We would always talk and hang out. We had the same interests, parties, dogs, and video games. We have an old tradition that started ever since our friendship began. Whenever one of us buys a game that isn’t in the other person’s collection, the person with the game would give it to the other person to play for a bit or until it’s completed. If it comes to a one file game like pokemon, I would have to play it first, and then once I’m finished, I would have to give it to Jared so he could erase the file so he could start a new game, However, Jared started the game first, then completed it in ten days. He must have not liked the game since he completed it in ten days.

We both sit on the living room couch, in front of the coffee table. I could see the pokemon platinum in Jared’s left hand.
“So, how was the game?” I asked.

“Ehh, it was okay, I liked the game play and the plot, but I don’t like a lot pokemon, especially Giratina.” Jared seemed serious about this. I didn’t like many of the Pokemon either when I played Pearl (He had Diamond), But I actually really like Giratina, he’s my favourite legendary! But then again, some of the legendaries are a bit better than Giratina. Lugia has been Jared’s favourite for along time.

“You don’t like Giratina?”

“No I don’t, his origin forme looks like a spider centipede, I prefer Arceus.”

“Arceus?”

“Yeah, it’s a pokemon that I found while using my cheats. It looks really cool; its ability can change colors and apparently created the pokemon universe. It’s an event pokemon.”

I sighed. Jared and his action replay. I honestly only borrow Jared’s action replay when I want an event pokemon or some rare candies, however, Jared uses so many cheats that ruin the fun of the game. I remember how he used a cheat where all the pokemon on his team and in the wild were level 999999, and it crashed his game! He even makes his own cheats, with and without using the pokesav program.

Jared hands me the Platinum. The case was red, black, and silver, with Giratina’s orgin forme. I opened it, and I see the instruction manual, health and safety booklet, and some other things. I could see the game inside in its usual place.

“Well, here’s the game,” he says “I also added a surprise to it too.”

“Tell me you didn’t give me infinite rare candies…”

“No, I didn’t use action replay codes or pokesav, I made this one all by myself, its just for you.”

“That’s great! I’m exited to find out what it is.”

Both of us stand up.

“Well, see you”

“Bye!”

And I leave. I could of sworn Jared said something once I left, but it doesn’t really matter.

I was very excited to play it. Even though I watched the walkthroughs a million times, I never experienced playing it rather than watching it.

Once I got home, I relaxed on my bed and grabbed my good ol’ DS lite.
I popped it in and started the Platinum game.

I thought it was odd how there was no intro; it didn’t even when to the menu screen. The screen was black for two seconds, and then a dialogue box came up.

“…”

A yes/no square came up. I thought it was a bit unusual, since it wasn’t asking anything. I knew this had to do with Jared’s surprise. I clicked yes.

I was in what appeared to be Turnback Cave. The character’s sprite was a female, and had a beautiful shade of brown hair. I immediately noticed that the music was faint, even though my volume was max. My DS lite is 3 years old at the time, so I assumed that the speakers were getting dusty. I don’t think Jared could do that to the coding, could he?

I opened up the menu. My character name was Rei. There was no bag or pokedex option. I checked the trainer card first. It was a bit glitched. Well, Rei had no money, all of the gym badges, which were all dirty, and her trainer card had all of the stars. Like her overworld sprite, she had a brown shade of hair. She had Hazel eyes, A black coat with long sleaves and a lovely blue skirt with sneakers. Her ID was completely glitched, it said 61|2471n4. I had a feeling it means something, but what? The playtime was also messed up too, saying 6070V3.

I closed it and went to see my team. I only had two pokemon on me, one named OG and the other named OD’TN. OG was a level 50 shiny palkia who only knew Spatial rend. OD’TN was a level 50 shiny dialga who only knew Roar of Time. Both of them were frozen. I thought this was pretty odd. I closed the menu and continued onwards, towards the northern exit.

I move my character upwards to find a pillar. I remember these from the walkthrough I saw and when I played Pearl. Rather then seeing the two numbers though, it said on the dialogue box:

“I’ve been trapped here for so long…”

I decided to continue to the next room, using the right. It was another pillar. This time, it said:

“No one even comes here anymore…To worship…”

I went in the next room, expecting another pillar, and sure enough, there was. One more dialogue box before I could see the final room.

“I’m lonely…I was the original one.”
Well, this isn’t creepy at all. What do all these messages mean?

Using the northern exit, I continue on to the final room. I could see Giratina ahead. Apparently if you weren’t able to catch him in the distortion world, you could re-battle him here. (I honestly refer to Giratina as a guy). I’m guessing that maybe Jared played through the game before, but then hacked it. I’m not an expert at hacking though, so I wouldn’t know what he did. I go towards Giratina, so I could battle him. Rather than a battle though, a quiet black transition came, and Giratina was gone, leaving a portal to the distortion world. Before I go in though, I decided to read the message on the wall.

“If the Sun exists, then the Shadow must,
If the Shadow exist, then the sun must
If the Sun is gone, so is the Shadow
The Shadow can not be without the sun
Because it is needed, even if chaotic
Keep reading?”
>YES
NO

I click yes

“The shadow is violent but can be controlled by the powerful sun,
If the shadow is here without the sun, then chaos will be.
For the shadow is…
The rest of the words are scratched off from what appear to be claws…”


I’m starting to get confused. What’s going on? What is this trying to tell me?
I just wanted to turn of the game and do something completely different.

Wait.

Why am I getting scared off of a silly hacked game? I bet Jared did this for the lulz. He wanted me to crap my pants, and he would laugh.

Now that I saw the writing on the wall, I go in the portal that leads to the distortion world.

The distortion world looked pretty normal, purple is everywhere, but the path is just straight, there wasn’t even a portal to go back to. I go through the continuous path, and I noticed that the purple-blue background was getting lighter and lighter. I see Giratina in his origin forme. I go towards him. While the screen turns into a complete white,. I clicked A on him, and a battle began.

“The distortion world’s Giratina appeared
Go, OG!”


I couldn’t hear the Palkia’s cry.

There was no Run option. Since Spatial Rend was the only move it knew, I had to use it.

“OG used spatial rend!”

The Spatial rend cutscene had higher contrast colours.

“It’s not very effective…”

What?! How the heck was it not very effective!?! I sighed. It’s a hack, I knew that. Jared hacked it. He hacked it really stupidly. Nothing makes sense. What was he smoking when he hacked this?

“Giratina used Leech life”

OG’s HP bar was dropping alarmingly.

“It’s a one hit K.O”
“OG                ”

I couldn’t hear OG’s faint cry either.

I send out OD’TN.

“Go, OD’NT!”

Same with OG, I couldn’t hear OD’TN cry. I try to use Roar of Time.

“OD’NT is loafing around!”

“The wild Giratina vanished instantly!”

“OD’NT doesn’t want to battle!”

“The wild Giratina used Shadow Force!”

“It’s super effective!”

“OD’NT                                           !”

“Rei is out of usable pokemon!”

And the battle ended just like that, not even saying Rei whited out.

When the over world came back, I was in a completely different place. It seemed it was outside of the Turnback cave, but I wasn’t in Spring path. I saw a few houses and a few people on my screen.

I noticed Rei’s hair had changed into a darker shade of brown. Because of this, I checked her trainer card to see the rest of her changes. Like her overworld sprite, Rei had a darker shade of hair. Her eyes were red and her outfit had red stains on it. She was holding a knife, And looked happy.

The gym leaders’ faces were gone from her gym case, and her gym badges were black. Her ID and Playtime have been glitched again, saying Y00HAv3 for her ID, and 833N7R1cK3D for her playtime. I exited off the menu so I could explore, but I realized that I still had Pokemon in my Menu, even though both of my Dialga and Palkia have fainted. I checked to see my pokemon, and I have the giratina I have battled, even though, I didn’t catch him. Giratina’s sprite was much different than usual. It was in its orgin forme, even though it’s not holding a griseous orb. Its sprite was purple, red and black. Its moves were Leech life, Shadow Force, Outrage, and Guillotine. I exited out of the menu and started to explore. The scenery was very odd, it very out of place.

I talked to a little kid NPC right beside a house. He said:

“All hail Queen Rei!”

I didn’t quite understand what he ment, so I talked to a few NPCs in the house near the kid and the house beside it.

“I liked what you did with the scenery your highness.”

“Queen Rei! I’m surprised you’re here. Everything is alright. No need to worry.”

“I made cookies for you your highness…, would you like some?”

One that really caught my eye was when I was talking to a woman in the house that was near the kid.

“What have you done you monster?! The only one who I worship is Arce…”

A black transition came, and the woman was gone.

After a talked to all of the NPCs and explored a bit, I noticed a cave. I decided to enter it.

The cave name was “…” and I saw people, who appeared to be dead. There were four in total. All of them were laying on their back

The first person I went to appeared to be a blonde haired boy who was on the left. He was wearing an orange and and white coat. I pressed A on him to see what happened.

“At least he’s quiet now…”


Apperently Rei was talking. She must have been talking about the boy. I decided to talk to the person right of me. He was a Blue haired man, wearing grey.

“Selfish man…”

I talked to the next person, which was north of the man. She was a girl with dark blue hair. She was wearing a white hat and had a red outfit.

“You were useless…”

I was quite surprised at the last person. It was the woman NPC I talked to a while ago.

“Why are you worshiping someone who didn’t create the universe?”

I noticed a boy at the very end of the cave. He was wearing a Red hat with a blue jacket. He appeared to be alive. I go towards him to talk to him.

With out any dialogue, he game me something.

“Rei obtained the Bag!”

After I left the cave, I decided to check what I had in the bag I gotten. There was only one thing in it: Distorted flute. The picture of the item was just like the Azure flute, but green and blue.

The description of it says:

“An unusual flute that puts out distorted echoes. It looks oddly familiar”

“Use
Register”

I decided to use it, since I believe that’s what I’m supposed to do.

When Rei played it, it sounded like a lot like the Azure flute, but much deeper. After the song finished, it transported Rei with a slow, white transition. It transported me to a place called “Renew”. It looked similar to the distortion world, but the background was white, and instead of the pink rock-ground, it was replaced with flowers. I walked up ahead to find Arceus, but it was black.
I pressed A on Arceus, and a battle started.

“A wild Arceus Appeared! Go, Giratina!”

Arceus’s sprite was nothing but black, and it’s call sounded like as if it fainted. It was a level 60.

“Giratina used Guillotine”

“Giratina’s attack missed!”

The wild Arceus used Judgment!

“It’s not very effective…”

“Giratina is being Judged!”

“Giratina used Outrage!”

“Giratina is Angry!”

The wild Arceus used Punish!”

That’s weird, There’s Punishment, but that’s a fifth generation move.

“Giratina is punished!”

“Giratina used leech life!”

“It’s super effective!”

“The wild Arceus died!”

The screen transitioned to black. The game went back to the menu screen, oddly enough, the game started with professor rowan, the only changes were than the female protagonist looks like me and the other looks like Jared.

The next day, I told Jared what happened, and according to him, he said he didn’t hack that into the game. He only changed the female and male protagonist to look like us. He even checked the game itself on his computer to make sure of it, and he didn’t see any sort of coding for it. He then said that I could keep the game, since it was supposed to be a gift for me, he could get himself now that the Pokemon Platinum games are back in stock early. He even said that I could keep the Giratina Model that he got with the game for pre-ordering it. I thought this was unusual.

I still have that game and the little Giratina figurine with me both on my desk beside my bed, even though I completed the game.

I could swear at night time when I sleep, the Giratina’s eyes turn red, and watch me.

Muk, the Sludge Pokemon. Its species is no mistake either, it is a giant wall of toxic waste. Why do you think that Ashes Muk lost his stench and toxic touch? So Ash did not die. In reallity, however, a Muk can not do that.

Imagine this, a Muk hugging a trainer, suffocating him or her in a humongous wave of toxins, unintentionally killing him or her. Sure, they may be timid or docile, but they are deadly no matter what. #1 deadly pokemon is Shedinja and its hole, but #2 is Muk and its poisonous body. So yea, if you have a Muk that is like James Cacnea and carnivine, you might want to be careful and break it out of the habbit of wanting to hug you or release it, because your life is not worth a strong pokemon.

Together at Last



    It happened so fast, she couldn’t even comprehend what had happened until she got home days after the accident.

    But that’s not where it started. No, this story begins eight years prior to the events that had happened that night. Finishing up her last year in elementary school, little Carol befriended a young boy named James. Carol was quite the opposite of the boy. She had knotty red hair and tons of freckles on her face, classic to her Irish bloodline, while James had crisp black hair and sparkling blue eyes. And because of just how her face looked, she was a loner her entire elementary school years, watching James on the sidelines as her acquired many friends.

    One day, she sat down on a bench during recess and decided to play her Red version that day. She had brought her Gameboy by sneaking it into her bag so that her teacher didn’t know about it. Generally, video games were banned on school premises. Carol had only recently gotten into the series, and this was her first game. She had just gotten her Charmander from the professor when James walked up to her with his own backpack.

    “What are you doing?” he asked.

    Carol put her legs up on the bench and brought them close to her chest so that she could hide her face.

    “Pokemon…you’re not going to tell, are you?”

    James sat down next to her. “Why would I?” Right then, he pulled out his own Gameboy and turned it on. “Which game do you have?”

    The girl looked at him and smiled. He was really talking to her and was interested in what she was doing. Her first friend.

    “I have Red!” she squealed.

    “Cool, I have Blue! That means we both have different Pokemon…did you just start?”

    “Yeah…”

    “Well, I’m a little ahead of you. We’ll trade in a little bit once you get stronger. Here, let me give you some hints…”

    At that moment, something sparked, where a strong bond of friendship was bound between the two souls. James helped Carol out with her game, and they both traded Pokemon back and forth between each other. And once new games came out, they would get them too and do the same. Pokemon was the center of their lives.

    But after a few years, things had changed. As they entered high school, they moved on to different interests, such as music, novels, movies, and other teenage-related material. And Carol wasn’t a little girl anymore; she was a young woman, who took care with her hair and was proud of her freckles, all through the encouragement of her friend James. The friend she secretly loved. Pokemon was pushed to the shadows of childhood.

    Upon the night of prom, James and Carol had gone together. One of their friends snuck a twelve pack in a stowed it in their car, so that afterwards, they could all hang out for a while and “knock back a few”. James and Carol joined the small group at a park and sat under a tree with them. James wasn’t fond of  drinking, but Carol was. Once it was passed midnight, James offered to drive Carol to his place so that her parents would be upset with her coming home drunk. The both of them didn’t expect that the sober driver would have a side-on collision with his sedan and a pick-up.

    James died last night. The other driver hit his side of the car. The news didn’t really sink in until the drive home from the hospital for Carol. She sobbed and cried in the back seat, with her parents giving her sympathetic comments from the front. She hadn’t even told him she loved him.

    Going through survivor’s guilt, Carol locked herself up in her room as soon as she got home. She sat on her bed, put her knees up to her face like she would as a little girl, and just cried. Her heart was broken. The posters on her wall were blurred from her tears. She looked over to her dresser to see the poor reflection of her red face and her cut-up arms in the attached mirror. But then she noticed something. A purple rectangle laying right there on the top of her dresser. Wiping away her tears, it became clear to her that it was her old Gameboy.

    She got off her bed and walked on over to the unit and picked up the console. It was a little dusty from no use, but she held it with such familiarity, that it was like she had only played with it just the other day.

    “Where did you come from?” Carol asked herself, brushing off the screen. “I haven’t seen you in years.” She turned the Gameboy around and saw that her Red version was inserted. “Hey, I still have it!”

    Here was the game James had helped her play, the game that had started everything. Carol smiled. She sat back down on her bed and turned it on. The start-up screen appeared, along with the usual animation. She looked at the saved data that was there, and was glad to see that her player, R, was still there along with his complete set of badges. Carol started the game and saw that she was in Pallet Town, right outside her house. She didn’t have a clue as to why she was there, but figured this is where she had last saved. She went to the menu and looked at her Pokemon. To her confusion, there was only her level 55 Charizard. The other Pokemon she had had in her party were Pokemon James had traded her, she knew that for a fact.

    “Where’s everyone else?” asked Carol. She pondered to herself and came to a conclusion. “I’ll just go to Viridian City and go to the Pokemon Center there and see what I can do.”

    She exited out of the box and continued her way up into the grassy fields. Suddenly, her character froze. A sprite was walking towards her from the opposite direction. It stopped at her and a textbox came up.

Carol, it’s me, James.

    The Gameboy dropped to the floor. A wave of emotion came over her, and Carol felt something tugged at her back of her throat. Was this trauma from the accident? Or was she losing her mind? Another textbox came up, and she picked the game up again to read it.

Carol, you have to help me…he wants to take me away…

    “Who?” she whispered, crying to her game. “Who does?”

Death…DJ…“Dead James”…he wants me to leave…my Pokemon weren’t strong enough…please help me…

    “I’ll do whatever I can!” cried Carol. “I want to help you! I love you!”

    Another sprite appeared at the top of the screen, shrouded in black. James’ sprite ran behind R, Carol’s player. The black sprite stepped up to R and a battled screen initiated. The opposing trainer was nothing but a black profile of a boy with white holes for eyes. The textbox said:

DJ wants to battle! DJ sends out Gengar!
“Go, Charizard!”

    The Gengar was at level 70. The chances of Carol winning were slim. She looked at Charizard’s move-set—-it only contained Flamethrower, Slash, Fire Spin, and Dragon Rage. Flamethrower seemed the most powerful to her, so she chose that.

Gengar used Hypnosis! Charizard has fallen asleep!
Charizard is sleeping!

    Carol looked through her bag of items. Nothing was in there. All she could do was try to wake Charizard up by selecting moves. She chose Flamethrower again.

Gengar used Dreameater!

    Carol watched as Charizard’s health bar started to drain. This went on for a few more turns, turns that felt like forever. She started to cry again just as Charizard hit the red mark on his health bar.

    “Charizard, you’re my only hope!” she sobbed. “Wake up! Save James!”

    Suddenly, Charizard woke up from his sleep on that turn and used Flamethrower on DJ’s Gengar. Carol watched in amazement as Gengar’s bar slowly, but surely, as this one move turned into a critical hit. The Gengar disappeared off the screen and was replaced by DJ. The screen then flashed white and brought Carol to look at the field again. James’ sprite was standing in front of her again as a new textbox came up.

Thank you for saving me. Did you say you loved me before?

    Carol wiped her tears away. “He heard me?”

    I love you too. And if you really love me, than let’s be together. All you have to do is die.

    Carol stopped everything she was doing and re-read the message. It clearly told her to die. She sniffed as a new box appeared.

Come. Join me.

    It was such a tempting invitation. Carol looked around the room at the posters that were up of bands she and James both listened to. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf where the novels that read together were, along with DVDs they had watched. She heard children playing just outside her window from the neighbor’s yard, and remembered the jubilant times where she and James were just mere children, playing games of pretend and sitting next to each other with their Pokemon games. There really wasn’t anything of her life that didn’t involve James.

    The gun her father carried was in an accessible place. Carol snuck into the master bedroom and drew it out of the nightstand drawer.  She brought it back into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and sat down next to her Gameboy on the bed. She held the gun up to her head, looked at the game’s screen, and smiled.

    The bang was so loud that her parents instantly came running into her bedroom. The blood splatter was all over the walls adjacent to her bed. Specks of blood were seen on the screen of the Gameboy, where a new sprite popped up, that of a girl, next to James. They both walked away holding each other’s hands.

Little jigglypuff called Pinky

is happily singing under the tree

You start to feel drowzy

her song  sends you to sleep unfortunatly

LIttle jigglypuff is now peeved

She sang a song, thought you’d be pleased

But going to sleep, she thinks you’ll tease

Her small yellow strucure in your dreams

She opens her mouth, exposing her white teeth

Starts to devour you while you sleep

Then she will just keep

Your devoured body in a blooded heap

So little Pinky floats away

Leaving you body down there to stay

Little boy points up, shouts “hey!”

“I’ll catch my first jigglypuff today.”

I love Pokemon. I love it. When I heard HeartGold was coming out I screamed. I went onto a ROM site to get it. I got the japanese HeartGold ROM. I started playing it right away. It started out normal. Until the intro where Ho-oh flies in the sunset. Ho-oh was blue, and the theme song was playing backwards. The logo said dloGtraeH. I ignored it. But I shouldn’t have. I saw there was a save file. POKELOV, it said. I continued. I was in the Goldenrod Gym. But something didn’t feel right. I checked my pokemon. I had 4 Unowns, and an Eevee. I checked them.

DONT, they said. I ignored it and went to talk to the gym leader. I saw a message.

EEVEE HAS FAINTED!
I checked. My Eevee was gone. I checked the Unowns again. TALK, they said this time. I pressed A on Whitney. My screen cut to black. A close-up of Whitney’s face appeared. I almost screamed. Her skull replaced her face and she was strangling an Eevee.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED THE DIRECTIONS.”

I closed out of the ROM player.
I soon realized that Whitney was strangling my Eevee. I played the English version, and it was much better. My lesson here?

YOU SHOULD HATE JOHTO REGION.

Nature is a delicate, fragile thing – something to be left alone, to let it handle itself. The ecosystems intertwine with each other, forming an image of beauty for many to withhold. The orange of the leaves during fall, icicles hanging from buildings during the winter… it’s all just magical.

Yet, in the world, there are some people that have a more modern view on beauty. They appreciate nature, yes, but not in the correct sense. Instead, they tear into their forests, trees torn away for buildings. Cities and towns begin to replace the lush greenery. Habitants are forced to move.

The smell of smoke fills the air. The horizon is blocked by bright lights and buildings. Cars drown out the sounds of the Pidgey chirping in the morning. 

And it is all so sickening.

The forest. They want to take it down. Not all of it, mind you, but they’re going to take trees. My trees, the trees I am destined to protect. It is my territory and no one should be allowed to ruin it. Would the humans appreciate it if I ruined what was sacred to them? Would they appreciate it if I tore down their fancy buildings and took their powerful tools?

They are nothing without them. They know they aren’t. Humans aren’t powerful enough to fight off nature.

Natural disasters. Raging storms. Anything nature throws at them, they can’t even manage to throw back.

As a guardian of Ilex forest, I intend to prove it.

—

It’s depressing to see the trees cut down. They were once tall and gorgeous, with the sun peeking through their leaves. Now there’s nothing… just stumps and splintered wood. Those damn humans keep coming back. Sooner or later, they won’t have a forest to cut. Not if this keeps up.

A horrid smell – gasoline, is it? – filled the forest. Eyes widened in horror, I turned around to see a horrific sight.

The sound of a chainsaw roared through the forest, disturbing its tranquility as another innocent tree’s life is brought to a halt. Woodchips and sawdust scatter about the grass, some even tainting the pools of water near it.

It’s murder. Plain, disgusting, murder. 

Murderers like them… they don’t deserve to breath the fresh air we do. 

And perhaps I should fix that.

The chainsaw roared to life again, ready to go for another tree. With a simple flick of a hand, it’s in my control. His muscles, his body… it’s all just a mere puppet under my whim. 

Do you want to know what it feels like to lose something you care for? Something that’s important to you? A friend, a dear part of your life?

Just like how a friend is important to another, the forest is important to me.

The chainsaw tore through flesh this time, his friend staring in horror as the flowers are painted crimson. He wants to stop, but then again, it’s the same thing I feel when the forest is hurt. The body falls to the ground with a thump, the chainsaw dropped on the blood-soaked grass.

But instead of letting the other escape, he is simply torn to shreds as well. But it doesn’t matter – it’s a simple matter of letting the bodies rot. The putrid odor of gasoline is much viler. 

-

For a few days, the forest remained undisturbed. The bodies were removed for the sake of their image ruining the beauty of the forest. The blood spattered flowers weren’t a bother, though. It really was a lovely shade of crimson. And in nature, all colours are beautiful.

But as beautiful as nature is, there are still people stupid enough to go and destroy it. Of course they know two workers are missing. But apparently, that’s not enough. If the workers decide to come back again, a message needs to be sent.

It’s spring, the more gorgeous season. The flowers are in full bloom, and they’re treading upon them. The chainsaws are back, ready to spread the vile odor of gasoline once again. They converse, setting two glass bottles down in the grass and are ready to murder once again.

And I will not let this happen again. The ground trembled, roots snarling around their wrists and ankles, throwing them into the trees. They continue to struggle, but are simply tied tighter until the bark is scraping into their backs, tearing the skin.

I’m going to make sure this stops. Humans will see how wrong they are. Humans will see that it is wrong to destroy nature.

-

The two workers were found outside the forest, covered in scratches. Jagged, deep scratches, obviously made from broken glass.

Once taken into the hospital and inspected, a single phrase was carved onto both of their torsos, the cuts still a brilliant red.

‘I speak for the trees’

“Do you know what its like to have one of your pokemon die?”

The fog became thicker as the sound of bells began to ring through the air. Many flames could be seen floating through, as figures made their way through the graveyard. The sound of tears could heard from the passing by crowd, that of a small child.

With a flash of light, a candle was lit so a gravestone could be read. A trainer was there, with his pokemon, to visit one of their fallen friends. A purple flower was placed beside the stone as the trainer went into thought.

“Raticate.” his thoughts trailed off back to that fateful day. That bright and sunny day, perfect to set to the high seas. Of course, it would have been if it wasn’t for those events that lead to this spot. “If Team Rocket wasn’t up to their dirty tactics, then my alley would still be here.” he thought to himself, he looked back down as if he could see his friend again.

“No.” He closed his eyes as he came to a conclusion. “The true person at fault, is That guy.” he knew who was truly at fault, Red. If it wasn’t for that man, none of this would of happened

Thinking back to that person, Blue knew that it was true. Their was just something about that man, that when ever Red comes into his sight something inside always caused him to want to fight the other child. It was like no matter where he went, that “Hero” would always be there, and they would always fight.

“Lets go everyone,” leaving the stone that marked his friend, Blue and his pokemon headed through the mist of the cemetery. On his way, Blue walked past a child that was crying over the grave of his pokemon, He knew those tears all too well.

Walking through the gates, The runner-up pokemon league champion recalled all of his pokemon save for one. “Fearow,” blue looked over to the last remaining pokemon, “I need you to take me there.” he asked his partner.

The large flying pokemon looked down to its trainer with a sadden expression. Being loyal to its master, the large bird lowered its body.

“Thank you Fearow,” mounting the large bird, the two of them took to the sky towards their next destination.

——————-

The wind began to pick up, the snow started to get heavier. Mt. Silver was the place where trainers would go to become stronger people, to become unrivaled masters. One trainer as such, planned to conquer that mountain.

A trainer stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at its target, snow all around him. He could feel the chill running down his back as he anticipated his climb.

“…” he started heading towards the cave’s entrance.

The boy stopped in his track as he heard what seemed to be the sound of large flapping wings.

“RED!” the boy turned around to see who exactly was calling him out. He noticed the large bird, and who was riding it.

The large bird landed as the trainer leapt off of its neck. With a swift movement, the trainer returned his pokemon to its ball.

“Hello… Blue!” being the man of so little words, Red greeted his old rival.

Turning towards the boy in the hat, Blue just had a blank expression as if formulating what he was going to do.

“So…did you come to see me off?” he asked jokingly, he received no reply. “You know…” Red said turning around, back towards Blue. “Leaf came to see me!” he heard Blue mutter something under his breath. “…”

“…” Blue muttered again, seeing his rival turn his back on him. “Am I… some kind of joke to you now?” he thought to him self. Everything back in lavender town started filling his mind again, he reached into his pocket, anger grinded his face.

“Yeah…” Red sucked his teeth. “That’s what a thought!” with a single shed of tear, Red once again made his way to the cave entrance.

“Its all your fault..” Blue muttered once more under his madden scowl. “This is for every thing you’ve taken away from me…” he thought, pulling out a switch blade, The knife belonged to someone that deeply cared for Blue, before…

Red wasn’t able to react fast enough, only enough to turn around. Blue launched himself forward at the boy, rage in his eyes. The “Hero” doubled over as he was stricken by his child hood friend. The deed was done.

“I’ve done it!” Blue said, tears in his eyes. “I’ve done it Raticate” he had his revenge. Everything went silent.

….

“What do you think your doing?” The boy went wide-eyed, his eyes traveled down. “Blue?” His rival looking back at him in his arms. The young boy’s face began to twist in fear, he threw himself away from him as fast as he could.

“But…HOW?” Blue fell into the snow. He started flailing around backwards as he saw the champion stand himself straight up. It was then that Blue noticed that Red’s shirt was clean.

The ex-champion started scampering around, looking for the weapon he had dropped. Blue stopped in mid-movement as he saw a light trail of red, his eyes slowly followed it as it lead to the weapon in question. He quickly crawled his way through the snow, picking up the knife he brought it up to his face with both hands. He was kneeing down near the place he landed with Fearow.

“How!” He looked back up to the champion, whom was standing their was a blank expression, Blue grunted in pain. Looking into his hand he had two large cuts on his finger and thumb from where he was squeezing the knife with all his anger, he was the one to make that small trail of blood. “How could I of dropped it!” He thought really hard, his grip on the knife becoming increasingly tighter, silence filled the area.

…

“AHHAHAAHAHAHA!” Blue threw the knife away, laughing into the air, his face into his bloody hands. “I couldn’t even kill him!” he began to break down. “I couldn’t even take revenge for you!” his laughter turn to tears. “He took everything away, even my drive to kill!!” he screamed, repeating Raticate over and over. Silence.

…

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Red broke the silence.

“No…I…” Blue shot up, face covered in tears and blood, he just stared in fear.

Red was just standing there, but he wasn’t alone. The ex-champion saw something else behind him. A hand was there laying of the boy’s shoulder, a shadow like that of a disembodied head was floating their with a huge smile on its face. The champion’s expression was sadden as a trail of tears went down the side of his face.

“Red, What are…” he continued staring on in terror.

“Perhaps, Raticate realized that their was a worst way of revenge.” Red said blankly, the figures around him began to fade away. “In all truth, I would of preferred you to of killed me.” he said disappointedly as he turned around to head to Mt. Sliver’s entrance.

“Red where are you going?” Blue said, trying to get up, those images kept him down.

“This will be the last time you will probably see me.” Red said as he stopped at the entrance of the cave of emptiness. “there are many others that will come.” He said giving Blue one more look, his red eye gleaming under his hat. “Hopefully I can leave some kind of message.” with that he disappeared into the cave, the snow began to fall heavier, leaving his childhood friend alone.

Blue then couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing himself back onto the ground he started screaming, laughing, and crying. The ex-champion didn’t know what emotion to show first, he let them all explode at once. This continued for a few minutes, the only kind of companionship blue had now was the silence of the heavy snow.

…

After a few moments, Blue had fallen asleep in the snow, tears freezing up as leftovers. A sadden cry was heard as a pair of rat-like foot prints were seen walking away from the boy.









…..

Everyone’s heard of the Poke-Walker, you know, the device you got when you pre-ordered Heart Gold or Soul Silver. Well I pre-ordered the game like the nerd I am, and when I got it, I was quite excited. I named my Character Crys, after the manga’s Crystal, and chose a Cyndaquil named Battler as my starter. I played my game a lot over the course of a month, and soon beat the Elite Four. After I had beaten them, I decided to focus on catching a lot more Pokemon and completing the Pokedex. I soon found myself in a battle with a level 20 Larvitar on Mount Silver, and using a few great balls, was able to catch it. Since I loved to give nicknames to my Pokemon I named her Rina. I went to put her in my team, since I loved Tyranitar and wanted to train it, when I got an idea. I knew that the Poke-Walker was supposed to raise a Pokémon’s level by one, and also raise their friendship with your character, and I thought it was cute, so I put Rina in there.
            I like taking walks around town, so for a while I brought my poke-walker with me, and trained Rina, and raised her friendship with Crys. After a while, I got bored with Heart Gold, and moved on to other games I wanted to play, my poke-walker was also forgotten. One day, I decided I wanted to pick up my Heart Gold, but couldn’t find it anywhere, or any of my games for that matter. It turns out my delinquent cousin had sold them to buy his own games. My aunt was nice enough to buy me a new copy of Soul Silver, and a copy of Harvest Moon DS, so I shrugged it off somewhat.
            I started playing Soul Silver, and eventually beat that too, but I remembered that I still had my old poke-walker. One day I looked around to see if I could connect it to SS, but found out I couldn’t connect it to other games. I somehow felt bad for my Larvitar, but eventually forgot, leaving my poke-walker on my computer desk unused.
         I went to the mall one day with some friends a few months later, and we all decided to go to GameStop. I hadn’t spent any money, but I decided to buy a game. Now I had always collected both of the Pokemon games that came out somehow, so when I saw a used copy of Heart Gold on the shelf, I bought it. Later that night, I decided to see what the original owner had done, so I turned the game on, and this is where things got strange. 
       The player had all 8 badges, over 100 hours of play, and their name was Crys. Thinking it a coincidence, I started the game and looked at her team. One pokemon caught my eye, a Typholsion named battler. I felt a bit happy, I had somehow beaten all odds, and ended up with my stolen game. I turned the game off and went to bed, thinking everything totally normal.
       A few dyas later I was on my computer, when the old poke-walker I had caught my eye, I remembered I still had Rina in there, after all these months. I turned on my DS and decided to connect my old poke-alker, so I could make training her my top priority. I connect and was greeted with a “Welcome home” screen for her, she was back on my team. I opened the party screen, and something about Rina was odd, her sprite had an odd color too it, and no level came up. I also noticed that she had an item, I took it from her and it was “sad mail.” I decided to see what was up, and opened her stats menu.
        I dropped my DS when I saw it. She didn’t even look like a Larvitar anymore, huge black holes where eyes should have been, you could see bones through what little pale green skin or scales, she had left. What freaked me out the most was her mouth, which was twisted into the vilest grin I’ve ever seen before. Her nature had changed too, it read “lonely.” I could barely bring myself to look at it anymore. “Kids games shouldn’t be like this, what did they do..” I whispered to myself as I clicked to see her moves. No moves were available for her; instead “Rina is too weak to learn any moves” was scrawled across that menu in red lettering. I quickly closed out of that menu, and noticed Rina was holding yet another item. I took that too, it was called “hate mail.”
        It may have been my morbid curiosity, but I opened my items screen and clicked the “sad mail.” What it read still haunts me to this day.
“I’ve been so lonely, I don’t know where I am.”
“Please take me home.”
“I’m so tired, so hungry, its been so long…”
“Please take me home.”
“I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.”
“Please, please, take me home.”
      I was frightened, but brought myself to read the “hate mail” as well.
  “You still havnt rescued me.”
“I’m very hungry, I had to eat him..”
“You’ll regret leaving me alone”
“here’s a gif for you”
I clicked out of the mail, and went into my party, sure enough Rina was holding another item. I clicked to take the item from her, and it only read “???gift???”
 I clicked out of the mail, and went into my party, sure enough Rina was holding another item. I clicked to take the item from her, and it only read “???gift???” I quickly opened up my items screen and located the “gift” what I saw horrified me. This “gift” was the head of one of the Zigzagoon I had caught in my poke-walker. The head was mangled and drenched it what looked like blood. Its ears where chewed off, and its eyes were nothing but sockets drpping blood. Like Rina, this Zigzagoon also had a vile grin plastered to its face, as if mocking me.
   I rapidly clicked the “B button” trying desperately to close the horrid picture. I remembered that there were still two other ZIGZAGOON, as I hadn’t yet had time to nickname them, that I had caught. Once the screen went away I walked over to the PC, after switching the demonic and cannibalistic Larvitar known as Rina into a different position in my party. When I checked “BILL’s PC” I noticed that it was already on the box the ZIGZAGOON would be in, however; I shrugged that off as a fluke - thinking I must have been looking at that box last. I scrolled over to the ‘first’ ZIGZAGOON, which I assume is actually the second one - seeing as Rina ate one of them, and clicked it’s menu. What greeted me… Sent a shiver down my spine, “ZIGZAGOON is scared!” was the message that popped up, “She wants you to get rid of that DEMON.” was the second one.
    ”Demon?” I thought, then - as I clicked once more - there was a piercing yowl that came from my DS Lites’ speakers (which I had turned the volume almost off) and made me drop the Handheld to the floor. Thinking about it… ‘Yowl’ really isn’t the right word… Nor is any word used to describe a sound normally… However, it wasn’t the sound you’d normally hear from a Pokemon.
      Then I realized what it sounded like… A dying animal, or… “Oh god…” I whispered to myself as I scrolled over to my party, once the menu was down my mouth dropped. I was so scared by what I was greeted with… It was… Saddening and nauseating all at once. There, on his back no less, was my Typhloshion, My beloved Battler, who I’d trained from a Cyndaquil, lying in - what looked like - a pool of his own blood. On Rina’s sprite there was some blood as well, around the small black lining of her mouth. “Y-you asshole! Why did you do that?!” I screamed at the screen, tears forming in my eyes, “Battler was your friend! He helped you in battle, s-so why-“
    Then I saw the little capsule by Rina’s sprite that indicated she was holding something (obviously an Item of some sort) and I clicked he, taking the item away. The message about what went into Cry’s bag haunts me “Battler’s Heart was placed in the bag”. Then, right before I closed the menu, she was holding another item, this time it was mail, “Apology Mail” to be precise, as I sighed and took it from her I realized her vile grin had faded.
    The first thing I did was exit the PC, “Screw checking on those Zigzagoon…” I said to myself as I went to read the newest mail from Rina, not before checking the ‘Ballter’s Heart’ item first. Which sounds morbid in and of itself… But, as I read the description of the item, tears streamed like rivers down my cheeks… It said “The heart of a TYPHLOSHION who was treated with care and attention from the first day of a young trainer’s journey. Trainer’s with such pureness in they’re hearts are well deserving of the honor of WALKING with they’re Pokemon.” I thought it was odd how “walking” was in all caps, but I didn’t care… All I cared about was the fact that this was from the little Pokemon I’d started with all those months ago. With one last glance at the description I scrolled away and read Rina’s mail.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him…”
“I was so hungry…”
“Why did he get attention?”
“Why do they call me ‘DEMON’?”
“Mommy… I love you…”
“I’m sorry…”
      I cringed, “Mommy… I love you…” I reread that line lord knows how many times before I realized… I’d screamed at a baby Pokemon. She was starving, she didn’t deserve that no matter what she did… How could she know any better? Then I whispered something, “I…forgive you…” I realized I was crying once more, not for Battler only this time… But for Rina as well.     As I that realization hit me, I sighed and scrolled over to look at Rina, she was crying, I placed my one finger over where her stats should have been, and rocked with my DS Lite firm in my one palm. My mouth opened to let out a small whisper, “Welcome home… My Rina…”

    Emily awoke that morning, brimming with eccentric energy. She arose from her bed, her feet coming in contact with the frigid hardwood floor, and her body shivered under her silk nightgown. She scratched her head as she began her morning walk to the bathroom.
    “Good morning, Bulbasaur,” Emily greeted the aqua colored reptile, patting it on the head with a warm smile.
    “Bulba!” Bulbasaur replied with elation, licking Emily’s hand and playfully growling like a tame Poochyena.
    She grinned, continuing her walk to the bathroom, with Bulbasaur following close behind, his claws making a lovely “tap-tap” on the wooden floor. The bathroom door was already ajar. Emily shuffled in, and flipped on the light. “Oh!” She screamed in shock, as there were tattered remnants of what was once a toilet paper roll everywhere. In the shower. On the toilet. In the sink. On her new Squirtle shaped electric toothbrush.
    “Bulbasaur?! Did you do this?!” She exclaimed.
    Bulbasaur shook his head, with a quick cry of, “Bulba, Bulba, Bulba!” He nodded his head over towards the Espeon that was sleeping soundly on the leather couch facing the television.
    “Figures,” she mumbled, closing the door quickly, leaving the bubbly Bulbasaur outside. She heard him let out a quick, “Saur!”, in surprise of the sudden door slamming. “Sorry!” Emily yelled as she heard Bulbasaur scuffle away.
    She sighed. She had traded an Abra for that Espeon in the GTS, but it had been a mischievous canine ever since it had stepped into Emily’s presence. She had conjured a hypothesis that it wouldn’t listen to her because she wasn’t a trainer, and didn’t possess any badges. But she didn’t think it would snarl at the lift of a finger, or swipe at Bulbasaur if he disturbed its sleep. And that Soothe Bell that hung around her neck, oh Arceus, that Soothe Bell. It was present there when its former trainer had traded her, and it seemed to guard it with everything. Once Emily watched it make Bulbasaur draw bit of blood because she slashed him. Why did she slash at him? Because Bulbasaur was investigating the shiny Soothe Bell around Espeons neck.
    But Emily had to love that Espeon. It was her responsibility to take care of it, and to love it.
    Emily snapped out of her thoughts, quickly dressing into her Purple gown made of artificial Wurmple silk. She cleansed her teeth thoroughly, and brushed her long black hair to make it soft and shiny. Another beautiful day in Goldenrod.
    When she was finished preparing for her day, she clasped the doorknob in her hand and opened the door. She went into the kitchen, refilled Bulbasaurs and Espeons food bowls with mashed up Oran and Razz berries, then proceeded to pour herself a bowl of Omastar Oats. After pouring some fresh MooMoo milk into her cereal, she returned the milk to the refrigerator and settled down on the couch to watch the morning news.
    Espeon growled at Emily, hopping down from its seat, and walked pompously to the other side of the room. Bulbasaur happily hopped up to the seat Espeon had vacated.
    “BREAKING NEWS!!!” The news announcer rumbled like thunder in a horrid storm. Bulbasaur let out a cry of discontent, startled by the loud voice.
    “The trial for the Psychic Trainer Phillip has closed, and the jury proclaimed him guilty of the murder of six trainers and their Pokemon. He shall hang by the neck until dead in two days.”
    Emily scoffed. This story had been under the reporters microscope for weeks now. What a foolish man to senselessly murder those innocents. She knew it was cruel to be glad he was going to hang. But it was a despicable act that he had committed. And plus, he was going to hang in Ecruteak, which was close to Goldenrod, where Emily lived. Ecruteak was were the fugitive Phillip was found, and also where the murders were committed. Emily herself could have been killed. Life is game of gambling.
    A commercial for the Pokemon Center came on screen, and the familiar jingle that proclaimed the Centers greatness rang out from the speakers. Then a commercial came on for Goldenrod Department Store.
    “Hmm…maybe we should go to the Department Store now! How does that sound, Bulbasaur?” Bulbasaur nodded, seeming to smile, and sprinted to the front door. “Okay, let’s go,” Emily laughed, going to the door as well. She opened it, and Bulbasaur ran outside, then halted, beckoning Emily to follow while panting happily. “Okay, hold on!” Emily screamed over her shoulder. “Be good, Espeon.”
    Espeon sat up, and twitched her ears, her eyes reflecting an unknown circus of thought. She then lay back down to sleep.
    Emily closed the door behind her, merrily striding to the Store with a happy Bulbasaur following.

    
    
    Emily woke up the next morning, yawning loudly. Last night she had bought some treats for Espeon, and some toys for them both. She quickly arose from her bed, did her morning rituals, then sat down to give Espeon her biscuit treats. Bulbasaur was playing with a new Clefairy Pokedoll that was larger than he was.
    No matter how many times she tried to give Espeon the biscuits, Espeon refused, turning her nose up with an annoyed, “Peon! Peon!”
    “BREAKING NEWS!!!” The reporter on the television screamed, causing a startled jump from Bulbasaur, who then resumed to play. Espeon didn’t budge. Emily guessed the breaking news was a rerun from yesterdays.
    “The Psychic trainer Phillip has escaped from prison!” The reporter continued.
    “WHAT?!” Emily screamed, and Bulbasaur cried out, disconcerted. She turned up the volume using the remote.
    “Reports say that the fugitives Alakazam that was taken away assisted the escape. It somehow broke into the prison, than broke out of it, this time with the trainer. It is recommended that all of Johto to be on the alert.”
    Bulbasaur gave Emily an anxious look. Emily looked down at Espeon, whom was seated beside her, and she seemed to have a contented smile in her eye. She looked up at Emily and gave a low growl as a consequence for seemingly “ruining her privacy.” Emily felt her heart clench.
    She changed the channel to the cartoon, “Adventures of a Growlithe.” Emily became even more disturbed when she saw that Espeon was still staring at the television with a satisfied posture, and her eyes continued to grin with an evil gleam.
    


    That night, Emily awoke from her slumber. She read on her digital clock that it was 12:54 at night. She felt a chill erupt in her body. It was cold, why was it so cold?
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the yellow, linen curtains move like a breeze was holding them upright. The…the window was open? But how? It only opened from the inside…?
    She got up to investigate. Walking cautiously to the window, she glanced down at the windowsill. She stared in shock when she saw what resided there.
    There was a Soothe Bell. Emily felt even more sick when she saw that the bell was coated in purple fur. Espeon fur.
    There was no denying it.
    Espeon had ran away from home.


    “BREAKING NEWS!!! The Psychic Trainer Phillip has been sighted in Goldenrod! We ask all citizens to be careful.” Emily gazed at her companion Bulbasaur with unease. Even Bulbasaur, who wasn’t frightened by anything, seemed unsettled. “It’s okay Bulbasaur, everything’s going to be alright, I promise.” But yet, she felt a sob awaken in her throat as she saw the box of biscuits her lost friend wouldn’t eat, and the seat next to her that wasn’t occupied by Espeon. The world began to blur with tears.
    “Bulba…sar,” Bulbasaur growled, and jumped up next to her on the couch. He attempted to console her by rubbing against her thigh. He stared fixedly at her with playful, ruby eyes.
    She sighed, “Aww…Bulbasaur!” She laughed as she picked him up with her two hands and twirled him around in the air in a continuous rotation. He yelped with glee.
    “Nothing will happen,” Emily concluded. “There are locks on the doors.”
    “Bulba!” Bulbasaur approved.


    That night, Emily was rudely awoken by thumps outside her door. Bulbasaur had decided to sleep in her room, it couldn’t have been him causing the noise, as he was in a deep, exhausted sleep. Emily felt an emotion of terror when she heard a loud crash and a jingle soon following after.
    She had to go examine the source. She sluggishly took tiny steps to the bedroom door, creeping silently on her toes like a Noctowl poised for an attack. Emily took a deep, ragged breath before opening the hinged aperture.
    She gasped when her eyes met the figure that was sitting on its haunches with its tail curled around its forepaws. It had a silver bell around its neck.
    “Espeon?!” Emily whispered with shock and relief.
    Espeon rose to her paws, then arched her back in an arc like a territorial Persian. She thrust her head around, letting out a cry of, “Peon! Peon!”
    Emily felt her heart being stabbed with a cold knife of fear and foreboding when a black silhouette appeared behind Espeon. That figure at the rear of Espeon was a biped. A human.
    “Alakazam, attack them.”
    “Kazza,” a husky yet mystical voice replied, and a green light let out its tendrils across the room. Emily heard Bulbasaur let out a cry of fear. She let out a cry of horror herself when the emerald light was substituted with a dying light. The world dissolved to black.



    Emily opened her eyes. She was in a dimly lit room, yet she could see that she wasn’t alone. Bulbasaur was there. And someone that she never knew, yet had seen before, was there as well.
    “Hello. Welcome to the Department Stores Basement. I love how when doors are locked, we can still enter. Psychics have an uncanny ability to do that.”
    “Kazam,” replied Alakazam, his eyes glowing with an ivory glare.
    Phillip was holding her captive.
    Emily tried to respond, or at least to scream in hopes that someone would hear her, but her scream was muffled. She had to intake air from her nose. Her mouth was taped shut, and her feet and hands were tied with a glowing, green rope. Apparently the ropes were constructed by Alakazams psychic powers. Her heart felt numb, and she felt nauseous.
    “Bulba?” inquired  Bulbasaur. He let out a nervous yelp when his eyes met Phillips, and he snarled. Bulbasaur took a valiant leap in the air and landed in front of Phillip, growling threateningly. He let loose his vines, and with a satisfied grunt permitted them to freely snap on the floor. Fury was tingling through his small, quivering body. He made one of the vines snap at Phillip, and the impact echoed throughout the room. Phillip merely smiled down on him. “Can’t be hero all the time,” Phillip chuckled, shaking his head. Emily fidgeted beneath her bounds.
    “Alakazam, kill this stupid thing.”
    “No!!” Emily shrieked beneath the tape, shaking her head, but it was a hopeless cause. Alakazam elevated his spoons , his eyes radiant with a ruby light. “Kazza…ZAM!” He thrust the spoons in front of his torso, and a powerful pulse erupted from them. Bulbasaur dodged the first pulse, but the second hit him directly. He collapsed to the floor, screeching in agony. “No!!” Emily cried, hot tears running down her cheeks. Phillip looked like he was an audience enjoying a comedic performance.
    Bulbasaurs stomach was ripped open, and Emily could see his bone beneath his bloodied skin. He dragged himself as close as he could get to Emily, his entrails trailing behind him. “Bulba..,” he faintly cried, and rested his head on Emily’s bound feet. He then lay still, his eyes reflecting the lost stars of Arceus. Emily wept, hanging her head in grief.
    Phillip stomped over, kicking Bulbasaurs corpse aside. Emily felt anger rise in her throat. Phillip ripped the tape off her mouth, leaving a stinging sensation on her lips. She screamed.
    “No one can hear you here. Having fun yet?” He chuckled. Alakazam had an amused gleam in his eyes.
    “You. Killed. H-him.”
    “Courtesy of Alakazam,” Phillip darkly laughed. Alakazam seemed to smile, pleased with his actions.  
    “Peon?”
    A purple canine with a forked tail appeared beside Phillip. Espeon. Her bell chimed, and the jewel on her brow shone brightly on her brow. “Espeon, help me,” Emily pleaded.
    Espeon elegantly strolled towards Emily’s direction. She paused in her stride, her eyes reflecting that same, demonic grin.
    “Espeon,” Emily whispered. “Please.”
    Espeon snarled, and returned to her spot beside Phillip, her paws blood-stained from treading in Bulbasaurs plasma.
    She caressed her head on Phillips leg, and Phillip patted her lovingly and praised her. Emily felt bile rise in her throat.
    “You see, young, foolish girl, Espeon is mine. You just simply “borrowed” her for my bidding. I’m surprised people haven’t realized that my dear Espeon is threatening their existence. I soon follow in her footsteps to their front door.”
    “Peon,” Espeon agreed. Phillip continued to stroke her. “She leads me to victims. Foolish victims that deserve death. I trade her for some stupid Pokemon that is worthless. Usually an Abra. That’s how Alakazam eats. That Abra was delicious to him, by the way,” Phillip continued.
    “Kazzazam,” Alakazam licked his lips.
    “She ran away, didn’t she? She led me to your home. I followed her. And now, look here. We live to see blood. It’s entertaining to kill. I enjoy watching the final cable of life snap in their eyes.”
    “Espeon, please help me…avenge my Bulbasaur,” Emily pleaded.
    Espeon just stared.
    “PLEASE!!!”
    “Espeon, go on,” Phillip rumbled. “Help her, in our own personalized way of assisting people.”
    Espeon growled, thrashing her head, staring at Emily with frozen eyes. Suddenly, she leapt onto Emily’s stomach, and Emily felt her hot breath against her jaw line. An amethyst aura surrounded Espeon…
    “This is the end.”
    The psychic force hit Emily. She screamed in agony, falling to the floor, writhing like a downed Pidgeot. She glanced down at her torso. Emily could see her own bones. The white tile floor was now crimson, washed in blood.
    “Espeon,” Phillip said. “Dinner.”
    The pain struck like a match against sandpaper, and the flames burnt down to her toes. Espeon began to feed.
    The light was becoming faint…so faint…
    The last thing Emily ever saw in the mortal coil was the blood-stained muzzle of a satisfied Espeon…
    And the silver Soothe Bell that gleamed in the final dying light.