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.
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.
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
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
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
Muted EmeraldMuted Emerald4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Too often, I wonder if my existence is just a way for some higher power to have fun and kill time. I certainly started to think so when I decided to replay my Pokemon Emerald again. I had played through it once before and got over 700 hours on it from so much EV training, breeding and fighting in the Battle Frontier until I finally decided to send all my valuable pokemon and items over to my SoulSilver game. I was getting bored of doing the same thing over and over and I had only played through Emerald once before this. I wanted to re-experience it.
Once my Emerald boxes were cleaned out of my items and pokemon, I reset the game and began playing. It was a great experience getting to replay my second favourite Pokemon game (Crystal will always be my favourite one). I began with Mudkip and I soon caught a Poochyena, an Aron and an Electrike. I really wanted a Seviper and a Shuppet as well and I debated between getting Anorith or Trapinch as my last member. Everything was going normally
Hiding.You never know..Hiding.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 14 2010. Today I'm getting Pokemon Soulsilver. I'm happy, I've been saving up alot of money for today, And I heard the game was supposed to be good. It's a remake of one of my favorite Game Boy Advance games. I sent my mom out to buy the game since I wanted to play my Pokemon Diamond for a little while before I forget about it when I get my newer game.
Eventually my mom came back with my SoulSilver DS Cartridge. It was in a silver box that was shining, and had an odd texture to it. On the cover was Lugia in an attack-like pose with "Pokemon SoulSilver" marked on the near-bottom of the box. It also came with a Pokewalker, Which from what I heard was supposed to help kids get out more to raise their Pokemon.
Pleeease.. I said to myself quietly. I'm probaly not even going to use the silly thing anyways. Ignoring that thought, I opened up the case from the side to see my SoulSilver game Cover and my Pokewalker wrapped in some sort of packaging plastic.
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.Arms of Crimson Stains4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
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
Creepypasta - Glitched TimeI probably shouldn't have messed with the game but I had to.Creepypasta - Glitched Time5 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
Pinball PanicI had been a Pokemon fan for years; thanks to my cousin. Whenever I went to his house, I would be playing games like 'Hey you, Pikachu!' or Pokemon Stadium. Eventually, I got my own systems, my own games, and he sold his to other people, even the one I loved, Pokemon Pinball. I found it difficult finding this classic, and therefor still didn't own it myself. I was a bit sad he hadn't sold it to me, but soon figured I'd continue to try and find it myself. I had other games, after all. FireRed, LeafGreen, Red, Blue, Emerald, Ruby... Just about all of them. I had enough to last a while.Pinball Panic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time passed, and I had gotten more games and beaten them as well, but still no Pinball. Soon, the urge came back, and I started going to Gamestop with dad to try and find the elusive game. Finally, I found my game one night, many days after I had first started my search.
After we had bought it, dad took me to a few other stores on his errands, before we finally went home. Excitedly, I sat down on the couch
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
WE WON'T LEAVEAugust 1, 2006WE WON'T LEAVE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My Haunter has been acting strange. It won't take anything, it won't eat. It just continues to destroy wild pokemon's dreams. Hypnosis, Dream Eater, Hypnosis, Dream Eater. Sometimes I hear a voice, when its just me and him. I hope it changes soon. Someone has offered to make a evo-trade to allow me to evolve it into Gengar.
August 3, 2006
It's evolved but it's worse than before. It disappears every couple of hours and returns with random eggs. They all hatch within an hour and it disappears again with the new-born. It returns with the baby's limp body. When I try to take it to a Pokemon Center, I always black out and wake up only 30 minutes later to find it missing. I'm starting to worry.
August 7, 2006
I'm no longer safe. In the middle of the woods where shadows are plentiful, it has the advantage. Last night, I was dragged off and it somehow entered my body. It bgan controlling me, making me steal newly hatched pokemon and killing them with my own hands. It released me
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 Flames5 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
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
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.
The shadow of LostlornThe shadow of Lostlorn4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The shadow of Lostlorn.
"Eh, I wouldn't go there if I were you."
A young girl with sandy blonde hair turned her head towards the voice that called out to her.
Approaching her was a young man with spiky black hair, and the girl noticed that he carried a huge backpack with him just like she did.
"Sorry if I scared you. My name is Stephen." He reached out his hand.
The girl smiled and shook it. "I'm Joanne. It's nice to meet a fellow backpacker."
"Uh-huh." He nodded before he continued talking. "I noticed you were about to go to Lostlorn forest. Am I right?"
Joanne smiled again. "Yup. I really love forests! The smell of fresh herbs, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the cheerful cries of wild Pokemon "
Stephen sighed. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I really don't think you should go there. It's probably just some paranoia of mine, but I always get the creeps when I visit that place. Not to mention that there's this suspicious woman there, living all by
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
I Was a Teenage Gothitelle I had just beaten the Elite Four and the Champion on White. And soon after, I found myself to be very, very bored. Figures. I decided to scroll through my Pokédex for no reason, and that's when I came upon it--Gothitelle. My god, THAT thing. I swear, I made the "I met Excalibur" face from Soul Eater when I saw it. Its cry is the freakiest thing in the game. But, I had nothing to do, and I happened to have a Gochimu that I received from my friend on deviantART, Jade. So I figured, why not evolve him and get my own Gothitelle?I Was a Teenage Gothitelle5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gochimu was named Goff as an inside joke when Jade and I were talking about Gothitelle and I misspelled "god" as "gof". Since it sounds like "goth", I joked about getting a male Gothitelle named Gof. So today was the day that this would finally be true! Well, she named him Goff, but anyway. I pulled out the Arceus she gave me since I'm wa
SINNER.exe- Cinnabar Island Incident Log - By Dr. BlaineSINNER.exe4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What happens when we play the role of the creator?
Typically, it's the same results as playing with fire.
Sometimes a life is created that shouldn't exist.
And as with the law of playing with fire, you'll end up burned.
It all began with a single test.
Slowly, pixels took to living.
Eventually, a form arose out of the programs.
A life was spawned before our very eyes.
Shapes of hard linear perspective taking to existence.
We dubbed it Porygon ---- Cinnabar Island Log.
And then all the effort put into it was wasted, the data disks containing this breakthrough in science was stolen from us. We tried to bring the island into lock-down, but it was to no avail. The Pokemon was long gone... -- Testimony
- Incident log: The following are recorded technical fai
NoneNone5 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
rlly scery crepy pastaok so like 3 or 4 years ago I got dis game. it was pokemon channel. but like my mom said that she got it fr only 70 cents bcuz it was a yoosed game. so I was rlly happy bcuz I never played pokemon before. but when I tryed 2 pley the game the sound started to getting rlly lowd and high piched and it rlly hert my ears. I started to yell at the game evn tho it cant heer me cuz its a game. so then the sound got normal but then the scren sed Pokemon Channel of Deth. it wasnt the rite title so I got scered nd freked out.rlly scery crepy pasta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
then suddnly pikachu apprd and 8 the words and he was all covered in blod and the screen got al red n blody and it made me rlly rlly rlly scered. but I was curius and wnted 2 kep playing. so then I started but it made me go into a alredy savd game. so I decide to c wat it was like. so pikachu was in the room with me nd he lookd rlly mad and scery and then a words apprd tht sed "DEATH hates u" it was rlly crepy bcuz his name was calld DEATH. I lookd closer at him and he was h
Love and VengeanceLove and Vengeance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fire engulfed my body, sending me to the ground. A Fire-Type Pokemon...curses. Despite my constitution, I cried out. She came to be before I even hit the ground. "STOP! STOP IT!"
I thrashed about on the ground, dousing the flames, but leaving my body charred. I was dirtied, hideous..
She cradled me in her arms, like she had done when I was a Snivy..my head resting against her shoulders.
"Stop..Stop! No more! Stop hurting my Pokemon!!" I looked over, seeing her Gothorita, her Cubchoo, her Gurdurr, her Leavanny and her Victini, all battered and bruised. My lower coils moved and rustled, showing my obvious annoyance.
She called for it to stop...She had called many times, begging for it to stop.
"NO!! NONONO!!" She shrieked. "It's okay, Naja...it's okay..I'm sorry, Naja. I should never have let this happen..it's all my fault." Her green eyes watered, and tears poured down her little cheeks, staining her breast.
I was enraged. How dare anyone make her cry...and over me!
"Serr." I comforted,
ReturnI was in my egg, born from a Yanmega; a little brother possessed me, but then he'd traded me to his sister. His sister was so shy, I felt sorry for her, even before I was born...Return5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her brother was pretty mean, but he had been nice in giving me, in an egg, to her--and in return, she gave him a Wailord that was... level 89. I was worth that much?
I meant that much to her?
I was so excited that, when I finally burst of my egg, I didn't give my usual cry. Instead, I just beat my wings hard and waved my tail; she looked surprised behind her glasses, but I could tell she was excited.
Eventually, it was time for her to put me down, but not before she taught me Return. I promised myself that I would make my Return as strong as possible; I had to mean everything to her, and she meant everything to me...
Instead of turning off the game I was in, she instead left it on, plugging in the charger--I understood, though. She looked somewhat scared as she turned off the lamp that was on the table I was o
Rotom is Watching You ...WARNING:Rotom is Watching You ...5 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
Stay Out of the Tall GrassStay Out of the Tall Grass4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Damn it all" I mutter under my breath. "I knew I should have brought my Abra"
I slowed my pace, constantly checking my sides. Grass to my left, and grass to my right. Once more I cursed the darkness. I look behind me, my majestic Mightyena I had been training for years look formidable and fearless.
"Toran" I said lowly "How you holding up back there?"
The fearless Pokemon looked up at me and let out a confirming growl.
"Of course" I thought. "When is he ever scared"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Facing the grass to my right. Toran approached my side, crouching low, the fur on his back furled and he barred his fangs. The tall grass rustled slightly and stopped. The wind howled in my ear and I chuckled.
"Its just the wind." but as I finished my sentence Toran growled lower and arced his back even more. "Something wrong?"
As I spoke he bolted, dashing head on into the grass. Calling out to him, I followed. I could see the slight path his slender body made but no clear visage of Tor