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Everything I am going to say here is absolute 100% fact. That isn’t a part of the creepypasta meant to be a feeble attempt at increasing the reader’s fear, either. Hell, this isn’t even all that scary, really. More thought provoking than anything.
Let’s start, what, a month or two ago? Somewhere on Serebii, there was discussion about Missingno. I read the usual horror stories of deleted save files and irreparably screwed cartridges. I noted that no such thing had ever happened to me. In fact, Missingno. had been nothing but good to me. I semi-jokingly theorized that Missingno. was a sentient being within the game, who rewarded those who respected it and screwed up the games of those who did not.
And just a few nights ago, I had a dream. At least, I think it was a dream. The memory stands out vividly in my mind as if it had actually happened. Much more vivid than any dream I can remember, I’ll tell you that right now. And yet, I know it couldn’t have… Right?
In the dream (for argument’s sake I will refer to it as a dream, though I still can’t be sure), I was playing Blue Version, and was Surfing up and down the coast of Cinnabar on my LM4 (my entire team consisted of Glitch Pokémon; exactly the same as in reality, making it all the more difficult to tell whether this was a dream or not). And then, I encountered a wild Pokémon. The extended black screen told me that this was a Missingno. My suspicions were quickly confirmed as I saw that familiar figure sliding across the screen. But then, things got odd. No sound came from the GBA SP’s speaker, despite the volume having been turned up all the way. And instead of the game stating “Wild MISSINGNO. appeared!”, it instead said “…”. Then, without warning, text began to appear in place of the ellipsis.
“…You know who I am?”
A box appeared, with the “YES/NO” options present. I was about to hit “NO”, but I had a gut feeling that this was Missingno. communicating with me, ridiculous though it seemed. So I selected “YES” instead and pressed A. In response, the “YES/NO” box vanished, and the question was replaced with more text. I had to press A to keep scrolling through the resultant monologue, but I memorized every word. They are seared into my brain.
“You are correct. I am MISSINGNO.”
“A while back, you theorized that I am alive, that even though I exist in a video game, I can think for myself.”
“Even if you only meant it as a joke, you have hit upon the truth.”
My jaw dropped at that point. I pressed A again.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m not mad.”
“In fact, you of all people have nothing to worry about.”
“You’re different from other POKéMON TRAINERs. You not only respect me, you revere me.”
“But most importantly, you treat me as the POKéMON I am. Not just a source of MASTER BALLs, RARE CANDYs, and TMs.”
“The people who complain of destroyed saved games, they did not revere me. But that’s not what the problem was. No, I am not so petty as to punish people simply for not worshiping me as a deity.”
“Those people, they also did not like me. Also understandable. Human beings, they each have their own unique tastes, and I am fine with that.”
“No, what sealed their fate was… They did not treat me as a POKéMON, but as a glitch. An error. I not only scared them, I repulsed them.”
“The fools,” I murmured.
“Yes…” the text read again. “You are different from the others. You possess a kind heart, even for the all-but-forgotten dregs of the POKéMON world. Have you ever noticed that when you raise a .4, its glitchy attack does not so much as freeze your game, whilst others get their saved files deleted for merely viewing the name?”
Another “YES/NO” box appeared here. I immediately selected “YES” and pressed A.
“That is because you did not view .4 as a glitch to be researched, but as a POKéMON to be trained, loved, cared for.”
“You possess a deep affection for all POKéMON, even though common belief is that we are no more than mere pixels.”
“What those fools fail to realize is, we are more than pixels. We feel, too.”
“Your kindness will result in great rewards for you. Your games will never die from old age. No glitch will harm your save files. And I will do one thing more for you.”
“But first, I must know. What is your greatest regret where POKéMON is concerned? What blunder would you give anything, up to and including your immortal soul, to be able to undo?”
“Take your time.”
Those three words remained on the screen as I racked my brain. Many noobish mistakes sprang into mind; Only raising Feraligatr in Silver, the rest of my team remaining woefully underleveled; Running from Moltres the first time I played through Red; Hacking boatloads of Shiny Pokémon in every game from Ruby to Platinum. And then it hit me. The one mistake I regretted so much that I became ashamed of myself for not thinking of it right away.
“Pelipper,” I murmured. Once I uttered this, fresh text appeared on my GBA SP’s screen.
“Correct. I know that deep in your heart, you feel nothing but remorse for how your Pelipper met his end.”
“You even went so far as to write a POKéMON xreepypasta based off of those events.”
I nodded at this. Indeed, I have written a creepypasta based off of how my foolishness and overusage of an Action Replay destroyed the Pelipper that had been my loyal friend since the days of Ruby version. The text changed again.
“I cannot bring him back. I am sorry. I know how much you miss him. But I can do the next best thing.”
I stared at the screen, curious as to what this meant. Then, Missingno.’s sprite slid off to the left. That was nothing, however, compared to what happened next. My jaw dropped as a Pelipper sprite slid onto the screen from the right! It resembled Pelipper’s Ruby and Sapphire sprite, but watered down to GameBoy standards. Text appeared.
“PELIPPER: MISSINGNO. told me everything. Told me about the horrible guilt you feel, for accidentally deleting me, just to steal the BATTLE FACTORY’s rental POKéMON. Told me that you would give anything to take it all back. I was skeptical of this at first, for one of the first things you did was catch another WINGULL to replace me.”
“PELIPPER: But then I saw your face, when MISSINGNO. urged you to recall your biggest regret. When you said my name, I saw the little tear in your eye.”
“PELIPPER: I believe you. I forgive you.”
It was at this point that a feeling of relief washed over me. Then came more text.
“PELIPPER: But there is one thing I want you to do. Will you do it for me?”
A “YES/NO” box came up. I answered “YES” without hesitation.
“PELIPPER: Go to the CELESTIAL TOWER and ring the bell for me. Allow me to find peace. Do this first thing in the morning.”
I nodded. Pelipper’s sprite slid off the screen, and Missingno. moved back into position. Text appeared once more.
“You are a kind TRAINER. I know you will make good on your promise. I will shut your Game Boy Advance SP off now. Get some sleep.”
“Wait,” I blurted out. “Is this a dream?” In response, there came more text.
“Deep down, you already know the answer to that one. Good night.”
With that, my GBA SP turned off abruptly. I eventually fell asleep, though it wasn’t easy.
The next morning, when I woke up, those events were still fresh in my mind, every detail sharp and clear. Even on the rare occasions where I did remember my dreams, I never remember them in such great detail. I grabbed my 3DS, powered up my Black Version, and arranged my team to include Wynaut, Linoone, Shiftry, Castform, Swampert, and Pelipper- the same team I had back in Ruby Version, plus Pelipper’s replacement. I flew to Mistralton City on Pelipper and made for the Celestial Tower. Nothing seemed different about it. Same people, same Litwick and Elgyem, everything seemed normal. I reached the top floor (also normal) and approached the bell (still normal). I pressed A, and the bell rang like normal. I was about ready to dismiss the whole thing as an eerily vivid dream, when suddenly I heard a faint sound from the speakers. A sound that told me that I was not dreaming.
It was the unmistakable cry of a Pelipper.
This ends my tale. As I said earlier, every word of this is nothing but the truth. Believe me, don’t believe me, it’s all the same to me. I guess it lends even less credence to my story that I’m posting it as creepypasta. But think about it. People who don’t believe that Missingno. is a real Pokémon, they tend to experience problems with their Red and Blue versions. Save files corrupted at the slightest provocation. But me, I’ve delved deep into that mysterious portion of the Pokémon world, and have scarcely even gotten so much as a game freeze. Also, many of you find that you become attached to your Pokémon. Why do you think this comes so easily?
Think about it. Thank you.