Pokemon Protagonist Misadventures: Trick o' TreatPokemon Protagonist Misadventures -- Trick Or Treat!Pokemon Protagonist Misadventures: Trick o' Treat3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was October 31, and all of the Trainers were ridiculously bored.
I mean, if you were the main character of a video game, YOU'D get pretty bored after the ending, too. Imagine being a hero of an entire region and becoming the Champion of it then having nothing to do for the whole rest of the time.
As the Trainers lounged lazily in Diamond's villa, looking rather unimpressive despite their grand titles, Black spoke up. "It's Halloween, guys," he said. "We should go Trick-or-Treating!"
The others looked at him witheringly.
"We're too old to go Trick-or-Treating," Sapphire complained. "I mean, c'mon, I was ten TWO GENERATIONS ago."
"But we still look ten," Gold pointed out. "We never age. Like that creeper Ash guy who's like twenty and still travels with young girls. Anyway! If we just make cute faces and try to look as chibi as our sprites do, then POOF"
"Whoa, did one of my Pokemon just forget a move?
CE: I don't want to say GoodbyeSaying GoodbyeCE: I don't want to say Goodbye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leon and Alister had attempted to run away from Azvolt, the rain hindered their progress as the soggy ground easily made muddy footprints. The cunning Aggron had followed behind them easily, his footsteps trudging down on the pair of smaller ones. Soon Leon and Alister had reached Leon's home, making any further escape useless, they turned, and the sinister Aggron was behind them
Leon looked around trying to find some sort of way to get past him "Move!" he said. Azvolt refused, and stomped his foot on the ground shaking it, he turned and looked at Leon's home. "One casualty will be the first of many!" he shouted charging up a Hyper Beam, and firing it at Leon's house. There was a large blast, and his house was reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble, Alister recoiled and rolled on the ground. Debris from the used-to-be-home were scattered everywhere.
Lightning started to strike at the ground, getting dangerously close as trees toppled
Mewtwo creepypastaLet me tell you a story. I lost my Blue cartridge and I felt nostalgic, but I didn't want to consult an emulator since the experience wouldn't be the same. Lucky for me, my video game store had a Blue to spare. It looked like any other cartridge, with the label and everything. So I popped the sucker in and was ready to reunite with Squirtle for some oldtime ass-kicking. The game went as normal; named my rival after a detested Anime character, built my team, earned the Boulder and Cascade badges.Mewtwo creepypasta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I dug in the grass to look for Abra when Mewtwo appeared. He's level 70, just like he would be in the Unknown Dungeon/Cerulean Cave. Now that was weird; bear in mind I don't have a GameShark. My team was obviously underleveled and I couldn't run, and all it took was several Psychics to knock my team dead. But that's the thing; I blacked out and got back to the Pokemon Center, and I had no Pokemon except for my starter. That's right; my Pokemon didn't just "faint," they were erased from my roste
Pokemon- The Power of Mega Ch.1The Power of Mega Ch. 1Pokemon- The Power of Mega Ch.110 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
In Shalour City a young blond haired girl skates around the city before reaching the pathway to a large tower around the coast where a brown haired boy lays about with a fishing rod planted in the ground.
“You know you’re not supposed to be fishing around here grandfather’s already berated you for that.” The girl says annoyed at the boy for lying around. “Jude are you listening to me?” The girl says yelling at the boy.
“It’s okay I’ll apologize for it later.” The boy says annoyed by the girl’s actions “Besides I heard there’s a rare Pokémon in this water.” The boy says excited as he sits up.
Suddenly a Greninja comes jumping out of the water landing between the pair.
“So you see anything buddy?” Jude asks the Greninja before it shak
Duplicate (Poem)Duplicate (Poem)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They built me in the shadows
And bled my sallow, rigid
Blood until I was a waif
And bent on hell's revenge.
At the toll of torn benevolence
Rose my mother and my
Forefathers; yet none of
Them could ever stand with me.
They construct my heart from
Beating tissue of living flesh,
Ripped from the shreds and
Tatters of rotting, sour souls.
And so, here I lie, a product
Of a broken past and the
Malicious intent of men who
Were better strangled by fate.
Let no one find me, for I can
Do this on my wretched own.
Decrepit and disillusioned; no
One dares release my fetid bonds.
Yet I can hear the machinist's
Machines working for the men
Who bulk and exhaust their
Inhuman, sanguinary steam.
They incite my rage as I lie
On the cusp of sleepless sleep,
A savant of all the idiots that
Cannot stand their ground.
I can sense them, their crooked
Thoughts and smiles, bound
To bondage of kings and serfs
They sow an unrepentant land.
Hear me, now; I will end this
Sin to flawed perfection.
I will liv
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 1Ib stared at the painting. It was just a simple portrait, a man in a blue coat holding a blue rose, asleep, and yet...Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do I know you?" thought Ib as she stared at the painting. The title was "Forgotten Portrait." ... forgotten...
"Wierd..." thought Ib as she continued to stare into the stained canvas. Where had she seen this man before? Had she just seen the painting somewhere before, on TV, or maybe in a book or something? Why couldn't she shake this feeling, this feeling of-
"Ib, darling! Time to go!" the familiar female voice called. "Mom..." thought Ib. She turned to the painting one last time, still trying to grasp and that fragment of a memory, and then turned to go...
He could feel it. She was right there, RIGHT THERE. Ib...sweet little Ib. Her eyes staring at him in wonder...wait, what?! Where was she going? No. NO. not again. Never, NEVER again. Sweet little Ib, you will not leave me again...
Ib went to step forward, but suddenly something covered
Commission: AmericaxReader- Is this the end? Part1Commission: AmericaxReader- Is this the end? Part13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Sitting in the rain on a park bench and you cried. You have cuts and bruises all over you caused by your father. He beat you constantly, but you didn't tell anybody about it. He was the only family you got so you dared not to say anything, plus, he threatened to kill you if you did. The blood from your wounds trickled down your arms and legs.
You got up wiping the blood off your arms the best you could and started to walk. The rain started to pound on your skin harder which made your cuts hurt even more. 'Why can't I die right now?' you asked yourself and you fell to your knees, tears dripping from your eyes.
Suddenly you didn't feel any rain on you anymore. You flinched as you felt a jacket surround your body. You looked up to see a man with sandy blonde hair and glasses look at you. He seemed a bit older than you and held an umbrella so you wouldn't get wet.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you up. It took you a minute to regain your balance, holding on to the man's arm for support. "
The Truth Unseen: Chapter OneOneThe Truth Unseen: Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What the world wanted was a cure. What they found was another flaw.
I still remember when they told us over the Internet. I had restarted school for a few weeks then, just returning back to the normalcy setting in after the First Coming. I found my older brothers home early, huddled around our archaic laptop. My mom leaned against the kitchen counter, her mouth frozen in an O. My dad's eyes were narrowed by age lines, intensified by stress.
President Hydro's shrewd, rodent-like face filled the screen. Her makeup did little to hide her emotions, a mixture of hope and doubt. Her sharp eyes kept darting back and forth across the screen. Any other day, I respected her for those eyes; they reminded me of my own. However, her obvious anxiety did nothing but heighten ours.
"I know many of you are still mourning the losses of the past two months," she began. Although her words said otherwise, her voice was devoid of emotion. "If you will give me ten minutes of your time, I will explain how
Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.Maybe Aliens are Real1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]Three days was all it took.Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You craned your neck around a sickly bush to see the still surreal sight of the charred remains of your used-to-be-home. The air smelled of stale ashes and burned wood and the rest of the neighborhood wasn't much better. It happened four days ago, after only a few precious mornings of you waking up in your own bed.
Why did you keep returning to this street? It was only going to make you sad. Sick. Angry.
Dragons, flipping dragons. Demons, demon dragons, that's the best way you could describe the beasts with the bloodred scales acting as shining maille over their bulking muscles. The ashen-grey, splintering claws and corkscrewed horns, the blazing fire from their snarled snouts that matched the fiery pits of their eyes. The horrors, the massive terrors...and there were far too many of them.
Crouched behind the dead, black bush, you tried to hold yourself back but from what? You had cried enough all week; out of anger, frustration, madness, te
50 Years Ago50 Years Ago2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Yes, that's right. This will remind you what the humans did to you. Never forget that horrifying image!"
~Shadow The Hedgehog; Black Doom
Pony Ben DreamPony Ben Dream2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was in a happy and cartoony looking town. Looking around, I quickly realized that I was in Ponyville. I looked around to see if I could find ponies, because you know, Ponyville is where ponies live. And I had no idea what the hell I was doing there, so I just stood there being dazed and confused. I didn't see any ponies anywhere, no background ponies at all. But suddenly around a corner three ponies came running, and they ran past me. They were a little bigger than me, but were going fast so I didn't really catch who they were. I noticed that there was a unicorn, a pegasus, and an alicorn.
Them being the only other sentient creatures there, of course I looked at them, still confused as hell. They ran away, but the unicorn stopped and turned around to look at me. At once I recognized who the unicorn was; black mane and tail, white pelt, light gray hoodie, staring eyes and cut up mouth along with a bloodied knife for a cutie mark; it was Jeff the killer, as a pony.
We stared at each ot
Ib Chapter 1In the early afternoon, under a gray sky...Ib Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery...
"Did you remember everything, Ib?"
"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?"
Ib nodded, "Yes mother."
"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"
Ib and her parents walked hand in hand into the art gallery
Ib's mother turned to face her young nine year old daughter and smiled gently. "Well, we're here... This is your first time in an art gallery, right, Ib?"
Ib nodded. Even though she may have not look as thrilled as most children would be to see an art gallery (though, most children her age wouldn't be interested in an art gallery in the first place), Ib was actually very happy to be here with her parents and spend some time together. Ib's mother picked up a small paper that sat on a display near the door and read it to herself. "We're here today to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena..,
England-AutophobiaLook at him.England-Autophobia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur Kirkland, personification of England.
The man who shows no other emotion other than anger. There were very few times where the emotion changed to a lighter one but that was long ago.
Those feelings have long since left him.
They don't know. They don't seem to care.
He pushes everyone away because he doesn't know how to do anything but that. He secretly loves to be around the others at the meetings. He just hates going home when they're over.
No one sees. No one listens.
They don't see him sob to himself at his drab home. They don't know that he wants someone to love desperately, but he just can't seem to do it. His fear had that effect.
They don't see through his tsundere mask.
They don't know his fears.
But he does. He knows. And he hates it.
ChangeChange me.Change4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you want to.
I've heard the things that you've said.
There are things that you dislike about me
That I clearly see
The fact that I'm blonde
The fact that I am stupid
The fact that some of your friends, I am not fond
The fact that I am me.
What you see is what you get.
You want to change me
I'd like to see you try.
I'll be who I am
What does it matter to you.
I hear the devious comments
I see the menacing stares
You pretend that the problem is not there
You act like I can't hear.
I'm sorry that I'm not cut perfectly in your image
I'm sorry that I'm not what you desire.
Would it matter if your sister or brother was black or white?
Gay or straight?
Blonde or brunette
Serious or silly?
Brilliant or stupid?
So why does it matter if I am any of these things?
Why does it matter that I am not your clone?
Why do I have to be someone else that simply isn't me?
Why can't you accept me? All of me? The way I am.
Look at me.
What do you really see?
Friends [Loki x Reader (pt30)]Lynda had stopped in the car. She was still moping about having to make you another portal, which she informed you would close in an hour.Friends [Loki x Reader (pt30)]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hotel hall was very dimly lit and a cold breeze whistled through as you and Thor stood before a scuffed and scratched white door.
"Maybe you should..." You nodded to the side and Thor took a few steps down the hall, waiting against the wall.
You knocked the rhythm you and your friend had agreed on. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Silence. "Hey, it's me," you said. "It's me, I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I'm alive, open the door!"
You waited. You heard a click through the door, and then three chkks and a squeak--the sound of four locks--and the doors opened only as much as the chain lock would allow.
You saw half of her face, wary, scared and tearstained. You smiled apologetically and she whimpered, visible eye relaxing as she closed the door to undo the last lock. When she opened the door again she embraced you immediate
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 1Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Around 21 years ago in Japan there was a city. This city seemed normal, like the others, but it had something different about it; it was plagued by two resident demons and two wandering shinigami (Death god).
Unfortunately for the citizens of this city, the shinigami and demons did what one would expect them to do; murder people. Although once in a while someone managed to wound one of them, the creatures always got away with their malicious deeds. And like many creatures of this sort, most people thought of them as just a myth to frighten children.
“Don’t stay up past dark or the demons will get you!” People would tell children to prevent them from staying out at night. Contrary to most of their beliefs; these creatures were all too real.
Although shinigami of this sort were mostly solitary, these two were different. They were brothers, the older was named Ascaris, and the younger was called Scollex. They mostly hunted alone, although once in a while they woul
Her Memories Touch My HeartIt happens quite often more than usual and far more than I would like. It's selfish to wish evil upon a person I have never met one who is so far away, my eyes are blind to her features and yet I wish her dead. Just the thought of her sickens my soul and yet it fills me to the brim with nostalgia. What else could my heart need than what it already has? If you could take a swift glance at my life, you would believe perfection. But I find myself here again, day after day if not minute after minute longing for something so unknown to even myself.Her Memories Touch My Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes are burdened with a sightless future and it's only my mind that senses my hands reaching past the horizon. However with every grasp I find emptiness. It's like trying to pluck a grain of sand from the ocean, impossible some would say. My fingers must believe otherwise for the struggle is incessant. It's no longer just my fingers going for the swim, now my wrists are plunging deep into the water as well, the journey fo
Nourishment“So your dad isn’t really your dad?”Nourishment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I have no evidence either way. Therefore, it is unwise to make a conclusion.” I frown at the tip of my pencil. “How do you spell your name?”
“X-U-A-N.” He glances at my paper. “Are you… making a list?”
“I don’t know why you make it sound so insensible, but yes.” I write Xuan next to a bullet point and make another point.
Do I have another point? I hadn’t even finished my toffee before the man who is not my father approached me.
Well, that means the toffee is still in my lunchbox, and I can have two toffees for lunch tomorrow. I write that down.
“…Can I ask why you’re making a list?” He hesitates before everything he says. Will Xuan ever speak to me in a normal tone of voice? Not that I am a good judge of what is and is not normal.
I bite my lip. I want to avoid the question, but that isn’t rational because th
Cold [Loki x Reader (pt42)]The way you understood it, the goal was to literally freeze the mome raths' ability to transform. Doing so would in effect kill them, and since every single mome rath has to match the next one exactly, they would all go out.Cold [Loki x Reader (pt42)]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But it wasn't just freezing them, it needed to be biological--so basically, you were infecting the entire race with a sort of fabricated virus that would instantly wipe them out, drawn from an essential element in the spell keeping Fenrir's ghostlike form. How convenient.
"But how do we catch him?" you asked.
Loki chuckled. "Already taken care of, sweetheart. Did you think all the fun stuff waited to happen until you got here?"
From there it was explaining parts and pieces. Harkness and Tony would work the thingy-mah-wutzit from Torchwood, effectively extracting the anideal from the spell. The particles would be scattered, and invisible, and that's what made your job important. Using the ring you would draw the particles together into a dense, visible stream which