Arms of Crimson StainsThese walls... They crush against me a little more each day. All I can hear is the sounds of cracks running down my very spine. I feel trapped. I am trapped. I always will be trapped. Or will I? Each day that passes in the eternal darkness that is my hell grows a little more empty, yet I hear something. Dirt feels every nook and cranny of my body, and yet I hear the sounds of movement making it's way to me. Each day the sounds of wind can be heard echoing around inside of my head, each day I tell myself; I've waited long enough, yet I must wait longer still. My anger grows. Why must I put up with this torturous existence? It is when I'm about to curse everything that has ever existed that I hear the final crack... Wind gusts in my face... Air so stale that I almost wish dirt filled my mouth once more.
And there you are. You're a sickly looking man, eyes covered by glasses to conceal the look of greed upon your face. Yes, you see me, and yes you know what I am... Yet you do not know wha
The Hard Way OutDarkness.The Hard Way Out4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing I smelt when I came too, was the wretched stench of scorched metal. What the hell had happened? I could easily taste blood in my mouth. Energy hummed through the air as I tried to force my eyes to readjust to the darkness... Wait, hadn't this place been littered with sources of light? Only two things could be possible judging by this. One was a structural collapse, but due to the fact that I was perfectly able to stretch my four small legs and still walk around with ease. As my heart beat stabilized and adrenaline flowed out of my body, I realized that my face was in agonizing pain. My fears were confirmed... The explosion, whatever had caused it; had blinded me. I cried out "ANYONE!!!!" but all those empty halls echoed were the faint sound of my cry "IVYSAURRRR!!!!"
I struggled to remember what had happened. A vivid smell quite unlike the burnt surroundings flowed through my brain. The smell of toxic material.
I had been used as one of the Pokemon to sense su
SLASHER[The following groups of text were found inside of a small and abandoned home in a suburban area, underneath a purple Gameboy Advance, which is in the middle of the floor in a small bedroom, with the screen having six small scratch markings on it, a cracked frame, and a missing "B" button, along with a seemingly irremovable Pokémon Emerald cartridge left in it. The green light on the Gameboy is still on, though the screen is black. The stationary this was written on is crumbled and yellowed, while the edges seem to be ripped and cut.]SLASHER4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
July 2th, 2006
Words cannot express how happy I was to find it. Finally, something interesting in this place.
There is a small shop located in the far north of this neighborhood; my younger brother and I found it yesterday while browsing around our new home and introducing ourselves to everyone by mother's orders. I wasn't very keen on my family moving here; it's too quiet and sleepy. Nothing is here that was in our last neighborhood; no street light
Emerald Bellossom It was a normal day in Summertime, and I had recently learned how to clone Pokemon on my Emerald version, thanks to my cousin. I was probably the happiest nerd you would find for miles at that time. Within a few months, I had all the Pokemon cloned that I had needed. Eventually I stopped playing my game altogether, since I had gotten bored of it, because I bought it used. It came with several legendaries, and the Elite Four beat more times than I could count. Then Pokemon Diamond and Pearl had come out. My mom had pre-ordered them for me for my birthday, and I was just completely ecstatic. I pulled out the guidebook, my collector styluses, and then finally the games. Immediately I opened the Pearl case, took out the cartridge and placed it into my DS system.Emerald Bellossom4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I played that game all summer long, and hardly ever touched my Pokemon Diamond. I was at Cynthia's last Pokemon, which was her Milotic.
Haunter's Next VictimHaunter's Next Victim4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know we should have listened.
It started on one of those cold, foggy nights. You know, the ones that are perfect for telling scary stories. Me and my friend, we were little kids. My mom made us hot cocoa and we sat in a circle with my brothers in the basement. My oldest brother started to tell us a story about a ghost pokemon.
"It hides in dark places and waits for it's next victim. Nobody ever sees it coming. As the person blindly walks through the dark, it silently sneaks up behind them and saps the life out of them with its tongue!" My brother whispered eerily.
My friend and I huddled closer together. "W-what does it do with body? Does it eat them?" I asked.
My brother shook his head. "No, it floats over their bodies and watches in pleasure as they slowly die. If you get licked, you are paralyzed and fall to the ground. Your body keeps shaking and shaking and you suffer like that until you die!"
"How do you know all of this?" My friend tried to sound brave.
My brother leaned in cl
Prototype ZeroEven as I write this, I realize my time is shortPrototype Zero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Haraway. I am a scientist, or I was once upon a time.
For the longest time we have wondered, "What is a Pokémon?" in the same way that we have wondered, "What is man?" We began our research in a simple enough way, setting up programs to emulate basic Pokémon actions and reactions.
This was long before we were able to truly understand Pokémon, even before the first forms of the modern day Pokéball were developed. We knew that they were something to be feared and respected. Quite a few people had developed bonds with Pokémon but many of these were fleeting and offered no real potential for us to study said Pokémon.
The emulators fixed this, allowing us to take any information no matter how fleeting and study its possibilities. We were able to gather personality traits, possible origins, anything, and study them; this technology was invaluable and would eventually become the basis for the Pokéde
I Never ForgetI thought I had hidden myself good enough before the change.I Never Forget4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had stood still beneath the largest leaf.
I had covered myself with as many dead sticks as I could.
And yet I was still found.
The little children of Littleroot always found me. Then again I could never change my hiding spot... Mother told me I wasn't allowed to move when I was an tiny egg mixed in with hundreds of others just like me. That was before we evolved for the first time though.
Then again I was the only one who made it... It was right when we were hatching when a flock of Taillow found mothers nest. She tried to defend us. Her beautiful silky wings pushed them away time after time again, but they got her first. They tore her wings from her back, and they tore her apart, their beaks tearing into her body like a knife through butter.
And then they feasted upon my helpless siblings. I couldn't shiver in fear. The air was deathly silent. I realized that our vocals hadn't quite formed yet. We couldn't even scream for
It's All About FunI've been a Pokémon player for the longest time now. I think I started at blue, but my memories of that game are scarce. The farthest I could remember was Pokémon Crystal, which somehow still works even after all these years. But I digress.It's All About Fun4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have a Flygon. Game play wise it is not very remarkable, seeming to be your average Flygon with standard attacks and only at level 60; but it definitely my most prized Pokémon. I've had this Flygon since Pokémon Ruby, and it's been in every subsequent game I've had since then. Usually I've just had it in the Pc to keep with me, but sometimes I've used it to help out with the elite four. With the advent of the Second gen remake games, I've been taking it with me in my Pokewalker each day I've gone to school. Never the less, it's been with me for the longest time.
One day on Soul Silver, just because, I went to check on this Flygon's summary. It was all normal, had a regular
pokemon safear Pokemon Safearpokemon safear4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hissed in impatience as I threw the spare room's door open. I was bored out of my skull and needed something to do and as this was the room of crap, there was bound to be something in it. I rummaged about, feeling the top of the wardrobe until my hand brushed against a large box. I grinned as I pulled it down, in it were all the multi-coloured games of my past. I laughed and dug around in the box until I snagged a deep blue GBA cartridge, I smiled as I looked at the title "Pokemon: Sapphire".
I dug around the box a bit more until I found my sleek (horribly scratched) GBA. The black tribal markings were almost unrecognisable on the front of the worn game sys
Left AloneLeft Alone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tell me. Have you played Pokémon Red and Blue? Or maybe FireRed and LeafGreen? It doesn't really mater The same thing happens. Don't worry; I'm not about to tell you about any hacks, or any strange game occurrences This isn't any player, or even any human talking, really. Actually, it varies who you're talking to right now. I shall begin with this one question When you played these games, which Pokémon did you choose? Bulbasaur, Squirtle, or Charmander? Whatever. When you chose whatever Pokémon you chose, your rival, Blue, Green, or Gary or Gayface Whatever the hell you called him, chose the Pokémon that had a type advantage against yours. And you two left. You left me. Alone. On that old man's table. Yes I'm the remaining Pokémon left, whoever one of those three that may be. And I am alone, still, after ten years. I just wish that someone would notice me and pick me up from here... I'm so stupid; NO ONE can anymo
Don't Be BitterI hadn't had the best week.Don't Be Bitter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whether it had been due to a great amount of tests, or unpleasant weather, the notion stood that I wanted to unwind. Being a hardcore fan of basically anything expelled from Pokemon Inc, I knew what my time would be spent doing.
The week prior I had tried to fix my original Pokemon Emerald game, and to my surprise, I was actually able to make it turn on. My excitement was drained however, when I realized the game still would not save.
So my ready-made solution?
Saturday morning I stopped by, hair blown wildly by the wind. The store had two or three people there excluding the cash register.
The counter, made of glass, contained easily about forty different games, about ten of which were from the Pokemon company.
Fire Red, Leaf Green, Ruby, Ruby, Fire Red, Leaf Green, but no Emerald in sight.
I frowned and strolled to the other side of the counter.
"There we go."
It's paper was torn along the edges, but kneeling down to take a closer look allowed me
Death All Over Again? My home I recognized every inch of it. It has been a long time, and I knew the Pokémon Tower from top to bottom. No one notices me. I am simply a departed soul, resting among the other spirits that had safely come to the tower.Death All Over Again?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch the ghost Pokémon causing mischief among frightened and saddened Trainers. However, I cannot help but feel a pit of amusement for the Pokémon and anger for the Trainers. These Trainers cause these poor Pokémon's' death. They battle and fight to the death until one is the victor. Vicious teams of poachers force legendary Pokémon to battle for them. They capture and torture other Pokémon, and though Trainers are distraught and enraged by the others' ruthless actions, they don't have to feel it.
We feel the pain of being shocked continuously and mindlessly, of being sque
Creepypasta: Shattered Dreams-Human view-Creepypasta: Shattered Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It must have been the most joyous day in my life, I mean seriously! Who knew getting older was actually a good? Resting in my arms was my first pokemon, a present from my mother and father after they finally decided that I was strong enough to take on the challenge of raising pokemon to become a trainer. You see, I'm fifteen, about 7 years have been wasted in the hospital where I cling desperately to life. I was born with some condition but now I'm okay, healthy and strong.
The furball in my arms snuggled closer to me, letting out a excited sequel, oh how this thing was so cute with his large curved triangular ears with a wild creaming mane with brown fur coated with a unusual long tail. This eevee was my first ever pokemon! Tears slid down my checks and dropped onto his coat. Sensing me cry he looked at me "Vee?" He said, tilting his to the side, his brown eyes were clouded with worry. I smiled and buried my head deep into his coat, I hugged him more tightly, surprisingly
R_E_B_O_R_NR_E_B_O_R_N4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the day. I rushed downstairs, though I hadn't fully awakened, and turned into the living room. How surprising! My father had just arrived with the mail. With a delighted squeal, I searched around in the mail for my new Pokémon Silver game. When I discovered the little package, I snatched it up without a word and raced upstairs to begin my ancient, pixilated journey in Johto.
I'd heard about the new and improved Pokémon games, SoulSilver and HeartGold, but I preferred the old, classic Gameboy versions, and I had chosen Silver.
I ripped the package open and lifted the large, gray cartridge into the light of my window. I grinned excitedly, for I had never had one of the old Pokémon games in my possession. I reached down for my red GBA and pulled it onto my bed. I slipped the cartridge into the slot, switched the power on, and settled into a comfortable position.
Ashes, AshesAshes, AshesAshes, Ashes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you think we'll do great things?"
He asked me that a day before. At the time, I couldn't answer him. The ambition never really occurred to me.
"Maybe," I had simply replied.
His eyes still sparkled. "Why else would the executives assign us to guard this shop? We're no lowly grunts they're forced to watch that stupid basement-base."
"Shh, that's supposed to be a secret."
"I know. I'm just being optimistic, I guess. Can't blame me, can ya?"
A day ago, two of us were selected to watch the "Poke Mart" of sorts in Mahogany Town. Why? Simple Team Rocket was using the basement of the shop as a, erm, base.
Needless to say, I was one of those chosen. No, I am not a Grunt those guys don't get an identity, a decent Pokemon team, a funeral...basically, they're just tools. But I was different. And so was he.
The first morning, we set up. It was the first time I had ever talked to him, and yet we conversed as if we were best friends. It
Cold as FlamesHe said that we'd always be together. He said that we'd be the greatest team in the whole world. He promised me that he'd never let me down. I did the same for him. But he was a liar from the start. Oh, how he lied.Cold as Flames4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can remember the first time we ever met. I was released from my poke ball in that laboratory. The boy smiled at me and loved me. He even gave me a name. He called me Icefire. I wasn't sure why, because ice and fire are complete opposites, but I gladly accepted the name. That was they day that our adventure started.
He caught many pokemon, but I was always his favorite. His party pokemon changed often, but I was never switched out. I was there for every gym battle, every trainer battle, heck, I was hardly ever inside of my pokeball. There was never a battle that we lost, not once did I faint during a fight. I loved him, and he loved me. I had evolved from a Charmander to a Charmeleon within no time. By the time he recieved his fifth gym badge I was a Charizard. I was sure
NoneNone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're here. I was waiting for you. There are some things I'd like to discuss with you about something I found, or more so, given. It began this afternoon, right before the sun went down and night fell. I was lonely, for I heard no word of anyone; not you, not my partner, no one. This soon ended when there were multiple knocks on my front door. The knocking was very gentle and weak, unlike how it usually was, and then a small voice said softly;
"Hello ? Her ?"
I got up, and opened the door, to be met with a young boy, seemingly about ten years of age, with an expressionless, dazed look on his face. He just stood there for a few seconds, and then asked me, "Are you her?" I responded, "Her who?" He said, "The one who looks up hacked games?" I answered, "Yes, I am " Suddenly, I heard shouting.
"Oh Oh, THERE you are!"
My partner came running
It Never Stops Raining"Go, Poliwrath!" The opposing trainer sent out his hulking mass of tadpole boxer to start the battle.It Never Stops Raining4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he sent out his only Pokemon, I sent out mine, "Charmeleon!" but he was the only one I needed. Charmeleon and I have been together ever since I was could remember. He has always protected me, and I suppose he is level 42 at least.
"Gigigiarou!" Charmeleon said: our sign that he was going to wipe the floor with his opponent.
"Charmeleon! Use Skull Bash!" This was Charmeleon's starter move, as to woozy the opponent.
"Agility" the other trainer said, and right before Charmeleon made contact, rotated ninety degrees around me in a blinding flash.
"Okay Charmeleon, you can do this! Try using Slash!" Charmeleon lunged at Poliwrath, claws extended.
Poliwrath hit Charmeleon on the head, "Bodunk!"
"Errggh! Use Dig!"
Charmeleon jumped head first, spinning, towards the ground, creating a hole.
"Poliwrath, use Hydro Pump." The other trainer was calm, cool and collected, unlike me, who was
Creepypasta - Glitched TimeI probably shouldn't have messed with the game but I had to.Creepypasta - Glitched Time4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I mean, who hasn't tried out one of the three 'Mew Glitch' methods out at some point? I know I had tried the first two methods before with no issues, and I wanted to give 'Method #3' aka the Ditto Method a shot.
I was playing through Yellow anyway after all, a Nuzlocke challenge that I had already beaten, and
my team wasn't doing much else anyway
I decided today would be the day I finally caught a glitch Pokemon, after all, I wanted to see what kind of damage this one could do in battle- I heard it was relatively safe to capture, and it wouldn't destroy my save data.
So, I went online and looked up how to do 'the Ditto method'. I knew that in order to catch Mew with this method, you had to have a Pokemon with a Special stat of 21, but as I was hunting for a glitch Pokemon, I had to have a Special stat high up in the 150 and over range.
As I was looking on Bulbapedia to see which glitch Pokemon were available
Rotom is Watching You ...WARNING:Rotom is Watching You ...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm afraid that the same thing that happened to my dear friend, Michaela, will happen to me and you. Remember, Rotom is always watching you ...
Okay; you may call her a weirdo. Michaela mostly kept to herself. Even in the summer, she was never seen outside, but rather playing her Pokémon games in her room. She was the typical kid who got bored over summer vacation, so she restarted her Diamond game. Over and over she'd reset it, and she'd complete the entire game. She only ever forgot one part - that mansion in Eterna Forest. She may love Pokémon, but she was petrified to death of ghosts and scary movies - she never even dared to set foot in Eterna Forest again after she went through it the first time. Towards the end of summer, she got bored playing it over and over. She wanted something new. HeartGold and SoulSlver wouldn't be out until March, though, and the only other Pokémon game she had was Ruby. She didn't much like playing the GBA Games, so she instead d
Too Far GoneI was grinning happily while I held my old game in my hands. It was old; I hadn't played it for a while.Too Far Gone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I opened up Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Red - told you it was old - and looked to see what my team was. My mom had brought it for me a while ago, even though she was more into pokemon than I was, but she said she thought I'd have liked it. And I did; she was the one that got me into pokemon, actually.
Oh, that's funny, my team was... a Psyduck and a Pikachu. The Pikachu was named Bullet and the Psyduck - me - was... Foggy. Eh, I would restart and get a Chikorita; I liked Chikoritas so much more anyway.
Shrugging, I headed to my mother's bedroom so I could play while she was working on bills, to help keep her cheerful.
Then I realized. She was gone, away on a meeting; and as it would end late tonight, she was going to stay at a hotel and likely wouldn't be home until late tomorrow evening.
I sighed. I would be alone tonight - and that was kind of fun, albeit somewhat lonely. Shrugging,
RaticateYou all know the rumor about Blue's Raticate, I'm sure. And if you haven't, well, here it is. Supposedly, when Red encountered Blue on the S.S Anne, Red's Pokemon delivered fatal blows to Blue's Raticate. After losing the battle, Blue apparently tried to leave the ship quickly to reach a Pokemon Center, but he couldn't get through quick enough because of all the hustle and bustle of the party, and Raticate succumb to its wounds and died.Raticate4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Next time you see Blue, it's in that all-too-famous Lavender Town. Or, its tower, more specifically. Blue is just standing there, most likely waiting for you. He makes a remark about how your Pokemon are not dead, and he can at least 'make them faint'. In this battle, as many people had noticed, his Raticate is missing, leading many people to believe that Red had, indeed, killed his Pokemon.
I myself don't believe the rumors. Blue carries many Pokemon with him, as he remarked back in Cerulean City, in which he tells you that he had already cau
ImageImage4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moment my preordered copy of Pokemon Black fell into my hands, I was already playing it. Like many other fans I'd been waiting eagerly for days prior to its release, as I had for every new Pokemon game ever since Crystal; and despite the years my passion has by no means dulled. Perhaps ordering a Japanese copy of White ruined the experience slightly, but once the English version was switched on I couldn't put it down.
My starter and I quickly progressed, defeating the first Gym leader fairly easily. After trading opened I started up White on my other DS and quickly traded over a Zorua egg, bred from my Wi-Fi event Zoroark.
By the time I had earned the Icirrus City badge, my team had grown to five, picking up a Gothitelle, Minccino, and the event Victini along the way. Aside from Minccino, all were fully evolved, but I had one problem; nothing on my team could learn Fly, which I needed for the constant travelling in the next part of the game. I headed into the grass north of the cit
Glitch Diary - NOIGlitch Diary - NOI4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What defines a glitch to us? Is it a faulty error in programming? Is it a convenient tool that just screams "GLITCHED!!!" in amusement to our advantage?
The answer is both of those, but in this particular situation, there is one glitch that still confuses me, even though it's more recent, it left me with quite a few fears, and I've shared it's story with friends who have also feared what this glitch has done.
A few weeks ago I decided to replay Red version on an emulator, but I wanted to do something fun. I used Gameshark to obtain MissingNo from the beginning, however... I ended up getting 'M.
But Hey! I was aiming to make this party nifty and use only glitch Pokemon, so getting 'M was inevitable. I caught a few Pokemon, level grinded enough so I could go face Brock, yep, definitely was able to work with this. With my 'M named Noi, we were ready to go to town and curb-stomp this game.
I decided to save my game, take a break, eat dinner, then return to playing a bit later.
BLUE - I have a NameBLUE - I have a Name4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After spending a lot of my day reading some Pokemon Creepy-Pasta, I thought it would be nostalgic to start over my Red version.
I miss the old days, lots of fun, naming my rival a bunch of asshole names...
I always did that, it was the highlight of every laugh I've had in the Pokemon games!
Now what I'm about to say, is completely real, unlike a few pastas out there, but I now believe in quite a few of them because of this experience..
I played expecting nothing creepy to happen, so it was all good, nothing to really scare me at all. For some reason, my gameboy wouldn't load the game up, so I turned on good ol' Pokemon Stadium and put the cartridge in. Afterwards I transferred over some of my Pokemon to the storage on Stadium.
I then began my new game.
Intro went normally, names went okay, I decided to be un-clever and name my rival Douche, just like others have.
So my game begins, I access my PC, grab my potion, and save just to be clear.
For some reason, there was a wall of letters o