Pokemon Creepypasta- Abandonment HurtsPokemon Creepypasta- Abandonment Hurts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokémon Creepypasta Abandonment Hurts
I have always been a fan of the Pokémon series ever since I was 2 in 1998 when it came out. I didn't really know that it was a game at first so I just watched the TV. show. Then I played my first Pokémon licensed game: Pokémon Pinball at my doctor's office on his Gameboy colors in the waiting room but finally when I was 5 I would Finally get my own Pokémon game for my own Purple see-through Gameboy color that I had gotten for my 5th birthday along with Pokémon Crystal Version. I loved that thing to death I played it all the time even though I couldn't read some of it but I still loved it all the same.
I popped in the cartridge and watched as the Gameboy screen flickered on with a "Ding!" and watched my first Pokémon journey unfold as something rushed past in the grass and a Pichu and Wooper came up to see what it was. There it was: Suicune running through the fields.
Pokemon Creepypasta- KamiWell hello there fellow reader, are you looking for a story? You're in luck then because I have a great one that I think you might like. I never told anyone this story not even my closest friend or my family, so you'll be the first one to read this tale. Do you feel special? Lets get started shall we?Pokemon Creepypasta- Kami3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is about a lad named Daniel. He was about ten years old of age and overall he was pretty much a normal kid. Daniel, like a lot of kids in his class, fell in love with pokemon when it first came out. The very first game he owned was Pokemon Red since his favorite color was red. Daniel found the game to be slightly addicting and he always had a hard time putting it down. He always carried around his Gameboy color with him along with Pokemon Red game, even to school. Daniel was a good boy though so he would only play his game when it was recess, then he wouldn't get his precious game taken away. When he got home Daniel continued to play the game, his best friend Michael
ANGEL .:Pokemon Creepypasta:.At the age of 7, my friend showed me her copy of Pokemon Yellow. She was 8, and had a pretty good team. Her older brother, who was 13 at the time, taught her to obtain all the Kanto starters in Yellow, as well as her Pikachu, who she named after her mother, Cammy.ANGEL .:Pokemon Creepypasta:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember everything she told me about Pokemon. She told me you could get a starter, in her case a Pikachu, and catch a team, and they were your friends who fought for you.
Oh boy I loved Pokemon after that. I begged my mom to get me a copy of Pokemon Blue for my Gameboy Color. When she got me the game I was literally glued to the screen and controls. I had started with Bulbasaur because my young self knew nothing of stats and only caught Pokemon to their cuteness or "epicness". In this case I got Bulbasaur because of its cite look and cry. Nothing else. I caught a Rattata, Pidgey, Caterpie, Zubat, and a Gastly because I liked the way they looked. my entire team was a pretty weak team overall. So When I got frustrated at the
Italy x Reader - Spanish ClassesItaly x Reader - Spanish Classes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You groaned in annoyance, laying your head in your Italian friends lap. He giggled and stroked your hair.
"Come on, _______! It's your fault for taking Spanish! Finish the work, Ve!" Feliciano chimed, his eyes closed as usual. You sighed.
You only joined Spanish because Feliciano was taking it, and he was only taking it because Lovino and Antonio made him. It was such a difficult language in your book, your only familiar with Germanic languages.
"I should have taken German..." You signed, crossing your arms over your chest, tiredly.
Feliciano shook his head, his curl bouncing away, "You should have taken ITALIAN!" Feli grinned, waving his arms around. You laughed at his cuteness.
"We don't learn Italian at school, silly!".
Feli was brilliant at learning languages. He was originally from Italy but he spoke perfect fluent English. He also knew a bit of Spanish (more than you, anyway), German, Latin and Portuguese. And he also wants to take lessons for Greek and Japanese. His favourite le
Yes, Master? - Italy x Reader - Hetalia[Name] had moved to live with Italy for a week. They were doing renovations at her home and Feliciano had offered to take her at his home. After all, [Name] and Feliciano were very good friends. In one of her inspections of the house, [Name] found a room that had not yet explored. "I wonder what is this room." She went to the door and went inside. Inside was all dark, and [Name] had trouble turning on the light. Once lit, she had a broad view of what was inside. "A warehouse? There must be many interesting things here!, I hope he doesn't mind if I take a look." One box caught her eye. [Name] came and opened it. "Huh? What is this?"Yes, Master? - Italy x Reader - Hetalia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ve~, [Name], where were you? I was looking
Italy x Reader- Scary MovieItaly x Reader- Scary MovieItaly x Reader- Scary Movie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were just getting home from work that evening when your phone rang in your back pocket. You answered the call, and smiled when you heard the happy Italian's voice on the other line. "Hi Italy!" You said automatically. "Ve~ ciao bella!" Feliciano answered. "Hey bella, can you come over and make pasta with me?" He asked innocently. You blushed, twirling the hem of your skirt idly. Italy was your friend, but more recently you had started to have other feelings towards him.
"Of course, Feliciano! I would love to!" You exclaimed happily. "Okay ______, see you at my house in ten minutes!" He said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. You rushed into your closet and changed into a simple (f/c) sundress and matching sandals. You brushed your teeth once again that day, and let your silky (h/c) hair hand down your back.
Lucky for you, Italy lived next door.
"Hi, ______!" Italy laughed, ushering you inside his house. You were brought straight into the kitchen, wh
ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!2 years ago in Settings More Like This
ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!
Only one thing could describe your kitchen. A disaster. There was all sorts of ingredients everywhere, on the floor, counters, stove, and even the walls. Guess who was in the middle of it all. "Feliciano Vargas!" you yelled in anger. Your yelling echoed throughout your whole house and Italy wasn't the only one who heard your yell.
"What the hell ragrazza quit yelling or-HOLY CRAPOLA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KITCHEN!" Romano yelled his mouth hanging open.
"What is going on?" Spain said popping out of nowhere. "Oh my," the Spaniard said while he gaped at the mess the kitchen was in.
"Waaah! I am-a so sorry I-a didn't mean to make-a so much mess! Please don't-a hurt me!" Italy cried as you stalk towards the Italian man. You looked up at him since you were two inches shorter then him. "__-______?" Italy said on the verge of tears. You raised your hand up in the air and Feli closed his eyes in fear. Suddenly you flicked his forehead with your finger.
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: Victor3 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
Pokemon Creepypasta: PrettyI'mma bit ova nuisance, I 'spose. 'Speon says that she don' like me 'cause I don' talk like a proper lady, but she wouldn't like me anyways. None ov 'em would. They're all the pretty ones, an' I'm... tarnished. There's six ov us. Audino, 'Speon, Gardevoir, Delcatty, Petilil. An' then there's me. Sneasel. If you think about it, you can kinda see why they don' like me. They're all pretty, I ain't. They're proper an' cultured an' fancy, I ain't. They're Psychic an' Normal an' one of 'em's a pretty Grass type. I ain't. Petilil was the only one ov 'em who ever had the decency to me nice to me. She thinks I'm pretty, but I dunno why. Not like it matters. I ain't gonna last long 'round here anyways.Pokemon Creepypasta: Pretty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petilil came over, lookin' lonely. I scooched over an' let 'er sit next to me in the shadows. I always liked the shadows, they're dark an' cool an' nobody comes to bother you. She looked at me, an' I looked at her, an' we smiled. We were always good company for each other.
N.Italy x Reader- Weird Little HabbitsN.Italy x Reader- Weird Little Habbits2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
N.Italy x Reader
Weird Little Habits
"Ve~ You're-a so cute when you-a do that, ______!"
I pout and looked away from the cute Italian, trying to hide my blush while struggling to keep it at bay. 'He's making fun of me. But I love it when he does that. UGH. Why am I so weird?'
"Hehe, I'm gonna do it again bella~"
"N-No! Don't it's embarassing Ital--"
I was cut off when I felt sand pour out from Italy's hands and onto my sensitive skin. I shuddered and closed my eyes.
Well, to tell the truth, I'm a girl with weird.. 'Habits'. If you're kind enough to call it a 'habit'. You might say that "NAW, I MUST BE WEIRDER THAN YEW~"
Think again. Here is a list of my weirdest 'habits'. I listed only 5 out of 50.
1) Everytime I spot someone yawning, I start biting my nails.
2) After eating, I always have an urge to curl my toes.
3) I always start my laughs with a snicker, and end it with a snort.
4) When someone tickles me, I chirp. YES, chirp.
5) When someone pours sand over my legs and feet,
Sorry...*CREEPYPASTA*It was like every other stupid weekday. I lay on my side on the bed, toying around with my DSi, thinking about nothing in particular. It was a balmy nintey-five degrees outiside, natural for a mid-spring day in southern California, and I broke out in a sweat everytime the oscelating fan turned away from me for a second.Sorry...*CREEPYPASTA*2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Pokemon Black. My latest addition to my growing Pokemon collection. It had currently become my "main" game, where I store all of my best Pokemon. If only I knew where my Heartgold, I could start shipping my guys there onto here. Someday...
Suddenly as I cycled through Undella Town ingame, I had the strangest urge to break out my old Gameboy and play one of my older Pokemon games. I quickly saved my Black and tucked the DSi safely under my pillow like the paranoid little bugger I am, and reached for the ancient system in the drawer next to my bed.
I went ahead and took out the Hamtaro game that inside it already and browsed over which game I should play. Emerald, Sapphir
North ItalyXYandere!Reader Wake Up Call I didn't hear what you were saying.North ItalyXYandere!Reader Wake Up Call2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live on raw emotion, baby.
I answer questions, never maybe.
And I'm not kind if you betray me.
So who the hell are you to say "we"?
I never would've made it, baby.
Their relationship had been going swimmingly, (Name) had no idea what happened. Just that Feli wanted to break it off one day.
"Ve, (Name)?" he said to her, "I...I think I want to break up. I love someone else now." He looked away, avoiding eye contact with the (h/c) haired girl.
"Sorry," (Name) said, putting her book down, "What did you say, Feli?" Her eyes started to slowly lighten.
"I-I want to break up with you. I'm sorry, (Name)," he said trembling. (Name) wondered why. All she was doing was smiling at him.
"No," she said, her eyes void of colour and turning a light grey.
"N-No?" Feliciano started backing up into the wall. (Name) followed him.
"No. You can't break up with me, Feli. I love you," she said, smiling swe
Pokemon Creepypasta- DittoDitto:Pokemon Creepypasta- Ditto3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ditto is a strange little Pokemon, isn't it?
All it can do is copy other Pokemon. The thing is almost useless is normal gameplay. I mean, the ability to copy an opponent's Pokemon is interesting, but then you've just got two of the same things fighting each other. If you start with Ditto, they get a free attack before you transform, and god forbid you put it in on a switch. Even with its Dream World ability, which copies their stats, if you don't have a super-effective move, you're screwed.
And yet Ditto is one of the most sought after Pokemon for competitive gamers. This has nothing to do with its stats, of course. It all has to do with its ability to breed with other Pokemon. We've all been in a situation where we catch a Pokemon we always loved in the past games, but it has the worst nature possible, making it fine for the campaign but worthless against people with real teams. Unless you want to go out and catch dozens of the damn thing, which can be a pain if the Pokemon is
Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind"So, who will be your starter?"Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young trainer grinned as I showed him the three Pokemon. Snivy, the Grass Snake grass type; Tepig, the Fire Pig fire type; and Oshawott, the Sea Otter water type. He examined them carefully, looking them over, noting every little detail about their appearance. He giggled at Snivy, her head held high and mighty. When Oshawott demonstrated his flexibility and promptly fell over, he clapped and laughed. Tepig's shyness and almost panicked look caused the boy to frown, stroking the Pokémon's head comfortingly and whispering kind words. Eventually he looked up at me, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement as he pointed towards Snivy.
"So you want Snivy?" I asked, holding out the young Pokémon's Pokeball. The trainer nodded fervently, his eagerness clear even without words. Laughing, I sent him on his way, supplying him with a Pokedex as well.
"Thank you, Professor!" he chirped, waving goodbye wildly with his new partner swaying on his shou
Creepypasta: DeadeonKylie walked down the path slowly. She was nervous about being anywhere near tall grass, because recent TV reports had mentioned a dangerous pokemon running wild through all of Sinnoh. Kylie only had five pokemon: Turtwig, Bidoof, Starly, Shinx, and Zubat.Creepypasta: Deadeon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kylie froze. "Hello?" she called tentatively. "Is someone there?" She peered into the bushes, looking carefully for signs of a trainer.
The tall grass shook harder. Kylie remembered something her father had once told her. "Remember, Kylie, if the undergrowth rustles, it means a rare pokemon is hiding there. So always look for rustling grass!"
As always, thinking about her dad upset Kylie, since he had been killed by a rabid Ursaring two years ago. But if the grass was rustling, didn't it mean there was a rare pokemon there?
I've got to find out, Kylie decided. Nervously, she took a step into the tall grass where it rustled. Instantly the young trainer was accosted by a w
Mirror, Mirror - N.ItalyXReader"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" You mumbled, gently running your fingertips down the front of your mirror. "Certainly not me.." And with a sigh, you turned away from the mirror and paced about, trying to think of what you needed to do for the day.Mirror, Mirror - N.ItalyXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For whatever reason, you'd been distracted and down right upset lately. Maybe it was the work-load, maybe some stress, maybe how Italy was just so adorable and oblivious-- no! You shook your head rapidly from side to side, enough to give a person whip lash. "That can't be it.. It's not his fault, after all... And besides, it's not like I like him or anything...." You mumbled as you rake your fingers through your ______ colored hair. With another long sigh, you grab your bag and head out the door to face another long day.
"Alright... So this go here, and that belongs over here..." You say softly, trying to sort out the
Hot: Obssessive!ReaderxItaly¨Oh Italy...¨ you cooed as you walked through the house. You checked every room for Italy but you couldn´t find him. Then you got an idea. ´The closet!´ You opened every closet in the house until you found him. ¨I found you!¨ you said and hugged him tightly.Hot: Obssessive!ReaderxItaly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¨Don´t kill me!¨ he cried. You chuckled.¨
¨I would never hurt you... now let´s go have some fun...¨ you said suggestively. His auburn eyes widen and began to shook his head.
¨No! Please no!¨ he cried and struggled against you.
- Timeskip because I feel like it.-
¨Stay away!¨ Italy yelled as he ran into the corner. He hit the wall and slid down. You were coming closer and closer.
¨But Ita-chan... I want to kiss you.¨ you pouted.
¨But you always bite my lip when you kiss me!¨ he whined. Tears began to fall from his beautiful eyes. You got closer to him and embraced him.
¨Then I promise not to...¨ you said softly.
Pokemon Creepypasta: NicknamePokemon Creepypasta: Nickname3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My name is Kimberly, and I love Pokemon. But with my growing love for other Anime and video games, I hadn't played the Pokemon games in a long time. So I decided to again. I looked through my DS bag to find all my games. I found them, except for Platinum. Carefully placing the others on my bed, I look over them again to make sure I wasn't just missing it. I looked on the ground to see if I had dropped it, and saw my dog staring at me with that guilty look in her eye. Raising an eyebrow, I turned and looked under the table I had gotten my DS bag off of. I found Platinum chewed to pieces. I let out a cry of disappointment. I had JUST defeated the Elite Four, and was planning to again! Luckily I convinced my mom to let me buy a new game.
Unfortunately, all the new Platinums had been sold out. I had to resort to a used one. No big deal, I could just start a new game. Used ones were cheaper anyway. The case was in pretty good condition, too. It had been tough working all the way to th
North ItalyXReader Colour Blind What would you do if there were no colors in the whole world?North ItalyXReader Colour Blind2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just another day in this cold, bland universe. By bland, I mean everything looks exactly the same; no color, no light, no dark, no shadow. I sigh and put on my plain, grey shirt and plain, grey shorts, over my plain, grey body. That's right. I am grey, all grey, except for my hair. My hair was neat, long, and (black/white depending on your hair color now); town regulations. I grabbed my grey book bag, walked down the smooth, grey hallway, and headed out the door, shouting a quick "Good-bye, Mother." over my shoulder. But instead of turning right towards the school bus stop, I turn left. The whole trip, I kept my head down, and a straight face. We weren't allowed to show emotion in public. I kept my paces neat and even on the right side of the sidewalk. Finally, I reached my destination, Feli's house. I opened the door without knocking, breaking yet another rule, and silently climbing
Do not leave me2p!ItalyxReaderDo not leave me2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
¨Italy! We´re never going to make it! ¨ ___ screamed. My hold on her hand tightened. We were running from the monster that lived in the house. I wanted the loops to end but to do that all of us had to escape with our lives. She had forgotten her book in the sanctuary that Germany had built and wanted to get it back. I was the only one to volunteer to go with her and unfortunately the monster caught up with us.
¨Yes, we will.¨ I responded. I was desperate to leave this unholy house and its horrors forever. We finally reached to where the exit was located. It was a hole in the ground above us. I saw America waiting there for us. ¨America, grab ___! ¨ I exclaimed and lifted ___ up. America grabbed her arms. When she was up, America reached for me hands but before I could grab his hand, I was pulled away from exit into the dark abyss. ___´s screams filled the room. I´m sorry, I thought, I messed th
Creepypasta: Blood-RedCreepypasta: Blood-Red3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to love Absol. I've been a pokemon breeder for 3 years of my life, but never have I bred such a creature as Absol.
One day when I was returning another trainer's pokemon and egg, he offered to sell me an Absol for breeding. I already had one, and I bred it with Ditto sometimes when people needed Absols, but the only chance of breeding a shiny is only possible with two of the same species.
"What gender is it?" I asked suspiciously. I already had a male Absol.
"Female," the trainer replied with a grin. "C'mon, Jean, I know you have a male. My friend isn't training Absols anymore, so she offered to give me one. You know I've got one already, but I took it for you. You can have it - at a moderate price, of course."
"How much?" I demanded, fishing in my pocket for some money.
"Well, it's purebred and rare and all that, so I'd have to say... $10,000?"
I withdrew my hands from my pockets. "No deal. You find me a shiny one, maybe, but for a regular Absol, the highest price I can pay is
Kidnapping Sexy Men: North Italy Part 1Kidnapping Sexy Men: North Italy Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey squirt, I thought you would be "fangirling out" on the plane and everything. Aren't you a "fangirl" of Italy?" You father asked you as the two of you spruced up your house. You wee finally here in North Italy and you were barely moving in. But you haven't fangirled one bit. Oh and why was this? Were you going mental? No...
Because you were holding it in. Which was bad. Little did you know that the second you found Italy would be when this fangirlism would release, and...god knows how Italy will react to it all. You just hoped that it wouls be a positive reaction.
You started to slightly swoon, you sat down on the neatly placed couch. You had to be careful. This fangirlism may come out at any time if you weren't aware of your surroundings.
Now...just a few more days to get settled in then you could go find your...oh goodness here is comes. "ITA-CHAN!" Yeah, just one scream is alright every now and then.
|~Three Days Later~|
Where to find Italy in the city of Florence? German
Pokemon Creepypasta - FroslassRemember when you left that mePokemon Creepypasta - Froslass3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
under the stars that night? How
you left and laughed, and how I
was shaken with fright?
Remember that shadow you saw on
the wall, creeping around and
making you stall? Remember that flash
of pale white skin, Purple eyes and a
body quite thin?
Remember that chill that you felt on
your back, lights flashing off and
making you crack? Remember the colour
of my snowy claws, two blue spikes and
Remember that sound of a ghastly tear,
last thing you saw was my icy stare.
Remember my laugh as I saw you die,
I think I saw blood stream from your eye!
Pokemon Creepypasta- BluestarPokemon Creepypasta- Bluestar1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bluestar used Flamethrower!
It was super-effective!
Foe Fearow fainted!
I cheered silently and a smile spread across my face when the words appeared on the screen. The battle faded, and my overworld sprite was facing my shiny Ninetails, whom I named Bluestar. She is everything I wanted in a Pokemon. She is my absolute favorite. I fed her only the best berries, gave her the best Apricorn Juice, and gave her haircuts whenever I could. And she, in return, gave me happiness.
"Good job." I whispered quietly, but happily.
I pressed the A button.
Bluestar blew out a plume of fire and looks eager!
I chuckled quietly. I believe that my Pokemon can hear me whenever I speak to them. Some people would say otherwise, but I could care less. I gave Bluestar some more Apricorn Juice, and I took her to get a haircut. I was so happy. And Bluestar was, too. She won almost every battle we went against. I couldn't have asked for a better partner.
But things changed.
I was playing