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 Hack5 years ago in Short Stories
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
Creepypasta: Laughing JackLAUGHING JACKCreepypasta: Laughing Jack3 years ago in Short Stories
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"Liu4 years ago in Short Stories
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
2p!Italy x Reader - Text Messages2p!Italy x Reader - Text Messages2 years ago in Short Stories
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
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 Red5 years ago in Short Stories
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
MLP is Not What I Expected it to BeMLP is Not What I Expected it to Be2 years ago in Short Stories
So, I’m sure everyone is familiar with, or at least has heard of, the popular show titled ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’ right? Well, I myself don’t know much about it, but my best friend is a big fan.
He wanted me to become a fan of the show as well, because he said that the show has good morals and is pretty funny; despite its original intended audience being little girls. While I don’t enjoy it people trying to make me like something, he’s my best friend, so I thought I’d take his word for it.
This all happened when I was walking home from school with him though, so of course while we were walking he couldn’t exactly send me a link. He said that he would send me a link when he got home. After we parted ways, it was only a short walk home for me.
When I got home, I checked my computer to see if he had sent me a link; his house was a bit farther than mine, and he hadn’t sent me the link because he hadn’t gotten home ye
Zero - CreepypastaZero - Creepypasta2 years ago in Short Stories
A young girl with carmel colored hair and green eyes sits in her front lawn, the warm summer sun beating down on her pale skin covered in bruises. To think, this sweet young girl was being violently hit by her peers just hours before. Alice was her name, she was a kind and intelligent girl but didn't seem to have many friends, so she often spent time alone creating her own friends, imaginary friends if you will. She had so many of these friends, in fact, she had to name them all numbers just to keep track. Out of them all there was one that stood out in particular, her name was Zero. She was the very first of Alice's imaginary friends, created to protect Alice from all of her bullies. Whenever they would tease or physically beat her, Zero was there to take care of them. They were best friends and spent everyday together, telling her stories, jokes and even make fun of Alice's neighbor who was in charge of watching her when her parents had to go out on business. Life wasn't so lo
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little Princess5 years ago in Short Stories
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
Good Doctor LocklearThere was nothing but groggy swirls of illusionistic euphoria. The drugs they had administered to him were too powerful for anything else. His senses were obstructed, and he was alone with the cackling voices inside his head. They grew louder and louder until he could no longer bear it. He tried desperately to claw at his face, to do anything to hush the dull roar. But it was in vain, as his arms were strapped securely to his chest by the straight jacket that subdued him.Good Doctor Locklear3 years ago in Short Stories
He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had long since lost track of time, yet he did not care.
Those damn fools. Who the hell did they think they were? Locking him up. HIM. A man of science. A bringer of societal advances, and hero to mankind. They would regret this. All of them. If they would not have him as their savior, they would have him as their end maker.
His brow twitched for a momen
PC Box 'Nothing.'...Never again.....PC Box 'Nothing.'5 years ago in Short Stories
It was Christmas not too long ago. I had asked for alot (heh..greedy me..) And I got the majority of the things I wanted. I got a black Nintendo Wii, An inflatiable Mario Kart for my Wii, I got my Three Days Grace CD, Clothes (of course).
And 2 DS Games.
One of the games was Pokemon SoulSilver Version,
And the other one was a used Pokemon Platinum Version.
That made me really happy, Because they were both on the top of my Christmas list~ So I immediately got my DS after opening the games. I put in Platinum first because it was a used one, and I was eager to find out what was saved on this mini DS cartridge.
The saved file had the name of a male trainer named "PLATINUM", As I expected. I started out at Solaceon Town. I guessed the gamer was breeding ..or something of the sort. I opened up the pokemon party, And there was all high level Pokemon. There was a level 100 male Torterra, a level 94 Spritomb, a level 97 female Staraptor, a level 99 Manaphy, a leve
CupcakesCupcakes4 years ago in Short Stories
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
Eclipse, a Laughing Jack x Reader Story!Eclipse, a Laughing Jack x Reader Story!2 years ago in Short Stories
Hello! Sooooooooooooooooo, I have read Laughing Jack x Reader fanfiction on here and I thought, ‘I should make my own!’ So, after a couple days of pondering and deciding, here is my story, Eclipse! Enjoy!
I yawned and slowly fluttered my tired (e/c) eyes open, a few strands of my (h/c) hair covering my right eye. I stretched out, releasing the tension in my muscles. A smile appeared on my face as I slowly saw up, grabbing my (f/c) teddy bear that Jack gave me yesterday as a birthday present. Yep, yesterday was my seventh birthday!
Heh, maybe I should introduce Jack. Jack is my best friend in the whole wide world! He is always laughing, hinting his name, Laughing Jack. I like to call him Jack, though, not Laughing Jack or LJ.
Jack is really my ONLY friend, to tell you the truth.
Let’s see, what else can I tell you? Oh yeah! Jack and I have known each other for about four years yesterday. He told me four years ago that it made him sad t
CreepyPasta - Te veoCreepyPasta - Te veo2 years ago in Short Stories
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
You're Mine 2P!AmericaXReaderThe blond American walked quickly to the world meeting, a smile plastered to his face. He'd been waiting forever for the world meeting to come, for one reason and one reason only. You.You're Mine 2P!AmericaXReader3 years ago in Short Stories
You see, the American had a huge crush on you, but then again, why wouldn't he? You were super fricken' cool! You loved to play video games and eat hamburgers, and you were really nice and really cute and the list just went on and on.
He then spotted you and his heart rate and pace quickened. He ran at you, hugging you with such ferocity that the two of you fell to the ground, America on top. "Hey, dude!" He exclaimed cheerfully, flashing you his trademark idiotic grin.
You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm; he really was something else. "Hey, America."
The blond got off you and helped you to your feet, grinning broadly. "Hey, we'd better get to the world meeting!" Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and ran to the world meeting room.
You chuckled softly to yours
Creepypasta - ParalyzedPokemon Diamond. My most beloved game ever, the one I had beaten within days of getting it. I was well on my way to catching every Pokemon, only a few left. Whenever I was bored, I'd whip out my old DS and have a wander around with the Poke Radar, looking for the ones that had escaped my attention. It was taking a really long time, but I refused to cheat, and I didn't want to trade for it either. That just left the old fashioned way - good old man power.Creepypasta - Paralyzed5 years ago in Short Stories
It was roughly 1am. I have quite severe insomnia, making it impossible for me to sleep some nights. It was times like these that I would play Diamond to tire out my brain, and half the time it managed to induce sleep in me. Maybe it would work tonight.
Yawning softly, I booted up the game and went to try for 100 straight battles in the Battle Tower. I was at 48, but then lost to the Battle Tycoon. Damn him. I didn't have enough will power to try again, so I decided to instead go looking for Pokemon with the Poke Radar. I had never sear
My Missingno StoryMy Missingno Story4 years ago in Short Stories
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
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 Favorite1 year ago in Short Stories
I'll Protect You... Yandere!Kankri x Female!ReaderI'll Protect You... Yandere!Kankri x Female!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories
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.
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
~~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
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]A Note on Drowning3 years ago in Short Stories
[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]
In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.
I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted my many steps and Mother’s few. When I stretched my legs, I could make it so my path went over only her footprints.
The sand was soft where she had stepped. Elsewhere was gritty, and unclean.
I was young for all of Mother’s stories. Here I will write the relevant one as best I remember.
“A sailor was on a ship. This ship was far of
Homicidal!Liu x Reader-Just like brother..." "=Speaking out loudHomicidal!Liu x Reader-Just like brother...2 years ago in Short Stories
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
Event Gone WrongWhen I found out there was a new event for HG/SS that allowed players to get a Mew, I was excited to say the very least. I had never in any of my Pokémon games come to own a Mew, given the Nintendo events for them had since past and I wasn't about to risk screwing up a game with the Mew glitch. I was at my sister's when I found out and was unfortunately without my DS at the time, so I had to wait until I was back at my dad's to receive my Mew. Just about the moment I got back in the house, I immediately went off to get my new Pokémon; despite not being that big of a Pokémon fan anymore, the anticipation of receiving this rare and special bunch of data brought back some of the excitement I used to feel when I first started playing the games.Event Gone Wrong5 years ago in Short Stories
However the Mew would have to wait to be used, since I had a strict training regiment in place for my present team at the time I got the legendary. All my Pokémon needed to be at level 20 before I could start training my Mew, des
We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones4 years ago in Short Stories
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
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel6 years ago in Short Stories
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co