CreepyPasta- The HackI've always been a fan of the Pokemon games. I remember getting into the cards as a kid, and from there I went to the show, and finally, the games. And even though I got rid of my cards long ago, and I haven't watched the show in years, when the new games come out, I'm always excited to try them out and spend days playing them. And every once in a while, I go back to my old games for a nostalgia trip. Call me childish, but something about those old games keeps calling me back for more, no matter how many times I play through them.CreepyPasta- The Hack4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The problem is that my Pokemon blue version can't save anymore. Whether it's a dead internal battery or just a worn out cartridge after literal weeks of solid playtime, the game just couldn't take it anymore and gave out. My red version still works, but for some reason I always preferred blue. Maybe it's because of the color scheme, or because I got Blue version first, but I always liked Blue version better. I never had yellow, so playing that was out of the
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.You Said You Loved Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Strangled RedThere are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don't these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.Strangled Red4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage truck backed into my neighbor's dumpster. I noticed the game and asked the trash man if I could take it, and he didn't seem to mind. It was thrown away after all. I of coarse checked with my neighbor to confirm if they actually didn't want it, though they seemed perplexed, as if they'd never seen it in their life. Their son made a grab for it, a little
CreepyPasta - Te veoCreepyPasta - Te veo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vailly Evans era una joven de 15 años, responsable, estudiosa, y agradable con los demás. Una chica con ganas de vivir una vida larga y con muchos sueños que cumplir. Era muy hermosa, tenía un pelo oscuro muy largo y ondulado que le llegaba por toda la espalda y una piel blanca de porcelana…pero lo que más llamaba la atención en su aspecto eran sus ojos. Tenía heterocromía, y sus ojos eran cada uno de distinto color. Su ojo derecho era de un marrón muy oscuro, casi negro, mientras que el izquierdo era de un azul muy claro, este cuando era de día y el sol le daba en la cara parecía diamante. Todos las personas que la conocían por primera vez les era inevitable quedarse sorprendidos o embobados por tales ojos.
Como cada día, Vailly se despertó con ganas de empezar un nuevo día. Se puso su uniforme escolar, desayunó sus tostadas con mermelada con
CupcakesCupcakes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was
Creepypasta: Laughing JackLAUGHING JACKCreepypasta: Laughing Jack2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out t
Liu"Liu"Liu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since Jeff the Killer had left his home many years ago, no one had dared go near his old house. Not even the police. Therefore, the bodies of his parents and his brother, Liu, had been untouched, decomposing, rotting away in the house that was once so happy. Now it reminded the town of nothing but what had happened all those years ago.
Jeff was 19 years old when he happened upon the house again. He had been killing people nationwide, and travelled wherever the flow of blood would take him. Today it lured him back to the neighborhood. He saw the house he once lived in. "Well well WELL!" he said, somewhat surprised. "If it isn't my old home!" He ran to the door and opened it, and called into the house, "Hi mommy! Hi daddy! I'm home!" He laughed, knowing no living human being was still in the house. All of his old electronics and drawings were still scattered on the floor. His homework assignments from when he was in the hospital were on the dining room table collecting dust. W
My Missingno StoryMy Missingno Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Missingno Story
The following story is completely true. This experience forever changed my way of viewing inanimate objects.
I was just your average 10 year old when I first got my copy of Pokemon Red. And like any other kid at the time, Pokemon was the BOMB, the best thing out there.
As surprising as it was, everyone in my class had the game. We all took our gameboys to school and would play the game together on recess. Helping each other out if we ever had trouble, trading high leveled pokémon in order to clear the gyms, or just guide each other through the game.
They were wonderful times, and I made memories that I will cherish forever.
One day a friend of mine got the game, and my group decided to help him out by lending him our most powerful pokémon. So he could quickly clear the game, and catch any pokémon he wanted.
And so I said goodbye to my first pokémon Chacha.
Haha, yes laught it up. I know you're snickering and I know you're gues
We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm going to die.
No, I'm going to change into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless just one undead among thousands.
Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse backdrop. Now, I'm not so sure. It flickers constantly, illuminating the gyrating bodies of the dead like some twisted disco party. This hovel will be my resting place, or my stomping ground, depending on how you view the situation.
If you find this letter, watch out. It won't be me this letter is me, or what's left of me, Ryan. Mor
2p!Italy x Reader - Text Messages2p!Italy x Reader - Text Messages2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING! CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SWEARING AND MAYBE BLOOD AND STICKY STUFF.
I'M WARNING YOU, THIS FANFIC WILL MAKE YOU PARANOID.
When I was sixteen years old, I got my first cell phone. It was a normal flip phone, one that blinked red when I had a new text message. The first time I got one of the messages, I didn't think much of it.
???: Ti amo.
Me: I think you have the wrong number...Sorry.
???: No, ti amo.
Me: Really? Well...Who are you?
???: Your true love.
I showed the message to my friend, Elizaveta. She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. I didn't reply to the mysterious man's text and promptly forgot all about it. I figured the poor guy had probably been trying to date some girl and she gave him a wrong number to get rid of him.
My next birthday I was seventeen years old, I got a new blackberry phone, which still had the red blinking light for new messages. I also got my first boyfriend. His name is Alfred.
One day, in the middle of class, I noticed the red light blink
Newest Obsession Male!BelarusXReader 3The sound of light, yet powerful, footsteps echoed throughout the large home as Russia paced, her mouth drawn into a light line as concerning thoughts ran threw her head.Newest Obsession Male!BelarusXReader 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been several days since little brother Belarus's abrut departure from her house and the Russian was beginning to get a bit suspicious. Usually, if the Belarusian had business outside of her house, he would get it done in less than a day so he could return quickly and proceed to badger her with the usual demands of marrige and becoming one.
But, come to think about it, little brother Belarus hasn't asked her that in a while. In fact, he seemed rather interested in you.........Almost obsessed.........
Russia's eyes widened in horror as it all seemed to click. Lunging for the phone, she hurridly punched in America's phone number and silently prayed that he would pick up. "Yo!"
"America!" Russia cried out in relief. "Thank god! Listen, is ____ still there?" She stood there, anxiously waiting
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little Princess4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sister's Little Princess
I had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?
I was a boy.
Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.
A mystery, until today.
After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
[OLD] I just wanted an Ampharos...So I wanted to get a second Ampharos to breed with my current one, named Duncan. I searched all through the GTS, and found only one. I traded it for a little Mareep that I recently bred. I knew it was suspicious when I saw her name...[OLD] I just wanted an Ampharos...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DRAINED. Her name was DRAINED. So here's how the story went after I got her...
DRAINED was strangely underleveled. She was only level 10, compared to level 100 for Duncan. I knew I would have to get out my AR for the level 100 cheat, to get it done quickly. So I went to my menu and saved, then shut it off. I switched Soulsilver with Action Replay, and clicked it on. I switched AR with Soulsilver when it was on the AR menu, and selected the cheat. Later, I had her at level 100 quickly. Or... so I thought. I nearly dropped my DS when I saw her level. It was at 666. So she was hacked for her max level to be that.
Great. "Looks like I'll have to get rid of her somehow... this looks REAL bad."
I put her into the PC, and noticed Release was gone. Only Move was
.: Dark!America x Reader :. Don't Touch Her.A/N: HELLO FRIENDS. This is my first time writing a Reader Insert.. o.o Do not judge! ..Please? Also, sorry for any OOCness or errors in here! *is prepared to read millions of times over*.: Dark!America x Reader :. Don't Touch Her.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Comments are appreciated~
(( Warning: Blood is included, also a bit of language. That is all. ))
Alfred burst through your front door. "YO! I'm here _____! Let's watch some horror movies I-..." The wide grin on his face disappeared on his face disappeared when he heard soft sobs coming from your living room. "_-____?"
Alfred walked quietly into your living room, what he saw broke his heart, he frowned, for he saw his best friend (that being you), sitting on your couch slightly shaking, hands on face, crying. "D-Dudette, _____?" Alfred asked, worried and unsure, he took a step forward, seeing you scramble a bit away and face your back to him. "O-Oh! Alfred! You're h-here! ...I didn't hear you... Ahah..." Something sounded off.
Alfred sat on the couch next to you. "_____, look at me, what happen
Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only way to get Loppuny is evolving Buneary. And before you ask, I never trade for a Pokemon if it is available in game - That seems like cheating to me. Plus, I'll get more satisfaction from catching it myself the natural way.
It had been ages since my last try at catching one, so I thought I'd have another shot at it. I took my DS and copy of Pearl, gra
I'll Protect You... Yandere!Kankri x Female!ReaderI'll Protect You... Yandere!Kankri x Female!Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’ll protect you… (Yandere!Kankri x Female!Reader)
Breathing heavily as you ran through the all-encompassing darkness, you turned another corner in your attempt to make an escape. Barely able to see in the pitch black living quarters-turned maze with your lack of ability to make out much in the dark thanks to your human eyesight, you were doing the best you could not to trip and fall on your face after having nearly tripped and falling over various inanimate obstacles that barred your path to freedom by a few seconds each.
If you could just make it to the door, if you could just see the outside world again and make a break for the nearest location you could somewhat deem as safe. Those thoughts rushed through your head as you did your best to keep yourself going, already starting to run out of breath from your speedy escape from a basement you had been trapped in for so long.
How long? You didn’t even know by now.
Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap MomMom's Favorite3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Secret StashThe Secret Stash4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
James was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.
He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!
As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
Jeff the Killer X Dead!Reader- Sweet DreamsI looked down at her cold body, holding her closely against my chest. My hand slid over her once shining e/c closing them forever. My sharp knife stuck out of her perfect chest, the dark red blood stained the fabric of her shirt. She was asleep and at peace. I brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, my heart still raced.'Why?' I thought staring down at her, she looked as pretty the day I first saw her.Jeff the Killer X Dead!Reader- Sweet Dreams2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~~A few days earlier~~
I watched out my bedroom window, my brother was just taken from me, and it was all Randy's fault he was gone. Just as he crossed my mind a girl with h/l h/c with gleaming e/c walked past the front of my house, my eye couldn't help but followed her. Then HE came riding up next to her, his wrist in a cast.
He swung that arm around her and smile giving her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed, I got that itching feeling in my mind. My mind darkened with all the thoughts of how I wanted to hurt him. He glanced up at me, a shit eating smirk on his face. She must hav
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.It's Always the Quiet Ones5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
Pokemon CreepyPasta: VictorIt was a Friday. I had just got home from school, exhausted. Bored out of my mind from a day of learning, I got out my Nintendo DS and placed my Pokémon Black game inside. For quite some time, I had been trying to get a second Victini. It was for my boyfriend. He said he wanted one but couldn't get his own copy of the game until his birthday, which by then, the Victini Wi-Fi event would have ended. So I had promised I would get one for him and trade it to him when he had his own copy of the game.Pokemon CreepyPasta: Victor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned on my game and started up Black. Loading my saved data, I entered a Pokémon Centre and entered the Global Trade. Searching 'Victini', I skimmed though the possible trade partners, talking to myself as I did so.
"Victini for Zekrom? No way! Victini for Reshiram? Screw that! Victini for Victini? That's just dumb! Victini for level 1 Zekrom?!? Is that even possible?!" I growled with frustration. Why were all the people on Global Trade so stupid? "Oh, hello
Homicidal!Liu x Reader-Just like brother..." "=Speaking out loudHomicidal!Liu x Reader-Just like brother...11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A large yawn bubbled from your throat as you stretched your tired, achy muscles. You had a rough day at school, and your teachers just HAD to pile a crap-load of homework on you students just before winter break.
'Such nice teachers...' You thought sarcastically. Lifting yourself out of your desk chair, you dragged yourself to your Insert fav color here bed. Flopping yourself onto the warmth of your covers, not caring to change into PJ's, you made yourself comfortable and let out another large yawn, drifting off into your dreams.
You woke with a start at the sound of glass shattering followed by a male voice cursing. You fell off your bed, landing on the [Carpet/rug/hard floor] with a thud. You quickly scrambled up, checking the glowing red numbers on your digital clock, reading
1:45 AM. You snatched the pocket knife out of your pocket, seeing it wasn't there. Soft footsteps were co
Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer He moved silently, gliding above the ground as the long arms that protruded from his back pulled him through the dark pines. Slowly, he melted into the branches of a large fir and surveyed a campsite below him. Echoes of laughter and the crackling of a fire mixed with the scent of s'mores and bug repellent. Someone shouted angrily, something about a mosquito. Slender Man laughed, or did something comparable; mosquitos don't go near him.Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lowered himself further down the trunk until he could make out a few more details through the wispy smoke and hissing embers. A large green tent, the fire circle, and a family of four seated around it. They loudly stuffed themselves with marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He gave a tiny shudder of pleasure. They were so puny, so unknowing, so out of place --
Slender Man looked up. In the distance, perhaps a few hundred ya
Mind Your MommaMind Your Momma2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mind Your Momma
Ever since I was a child I've had an affinity for adventure. Nothing fills me with the same sense of overwhelming joy and adrenaline than running through the forest at dusk, and exploring forgotten ruins of old buildings left to rot away. This same passion of mine has always filled my mother with great disapproval.
Every time I would prepare to embark on a new journey, she'd give me the same old spiel about how foolish and dangerous such behaviors were, and how I really should listen when she told me not to go.
Despite her warnings, I never ran into trouble. Sure, I'd gotten my fare share of bumps and bruises from rough spills while hiking, but I wore them like battle scars. I knew the woods behind my house like the back of my hand. So well, in fact, that I began to grow bored with them.
However, to my delight, a few weeks ago my mother informed me that we would be moving to a new town to be closer to my Uncle. I won't list the name of said town because I don't trust y