Loss of control :Creepypasta:Loss of control :Creepypasta: in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid Rattata..." I murmured as I finished it with Scratch. That was the 7th Rattata in this dungeon, and I was starting to get irritated. "I WANT TO BATTLE OTHER POKÉMONS! NOT RATTATAS!" I yelled in frustration. My partner, Squirtle, turned around to face me. He had a confused look on his face.
"Meowth! Just calm down, we will battle other Pokémon, you'll see, just try to be more patient." Squirtle was a good friend to have. He is always there for me, no matter what. But right in that moment I wasn't thinking about that and just gave him a hateful gaze and slowly started to walk home.
"Come on, let's go home." Squirtle only shrugged and followed. We walked through the big deep-green forest and on to the road that would take us home. No one said anything. It felt good with the silence anyways. It helps me concentrate. After 10 minutes of walking, we finally arrived, Squirtle said good bye to me. I ignored him, was still upset about everything in the dungeon. Squirtle sighed
Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind"So, who will be your starter?"Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind 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
Haunter's Next VictimHaunter's Next Victim 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
iNsAnEWhen I was young, about 7 years old, my family went on a vacation. It was just around my birthday, and I can remember being upset because I wanted to have a party with my friends. On the morning that we were going to leave, my parents gave me a present. It was a hot pink gameboy color, with a game called "Pokemon Crystal Version". Now, I didn't know much about pokemon, only that my brothers loved to watch the show. I knew Pikachu, Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander but that was about it. I had no idea that Pokemon was also a game.iNsAnE in Fan Fiction More Like This
Regardless of that, I was overjoyed with my new game. I played it right away. And let me just say that I never stopped playing it over the 20 or so hours of driving we did. The starter I picked was Totodile. I named him Tody. Tody was my favorite pokemon. I spent hours training him in the grass just outside of New Bark Town. By the time I actually did get to Violet City, Tody was a Croconaw, and the rest of my pokemon were still level 5 or 6.
I explored Viol
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 Flames 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
Pokemon The Call of CharonPokemon The Call of Charon in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay, so this happened to me almost a week ago or so, give or take. I was on the bus on my way to school, playing my Soul Silver on my DS, when the bus lurched a little at a stop. This wasn't unusual, a lot of the city buses were in disrepair and their engines stalling was common. I only sighed in annoyance at this-until something slid from the back of the bus after its sudden stop, the object coming to a halt by my seat.
It appeared to be an abandoned Pokewalker, to my surprise. I bent down and picked it up to have a closer look, distracting myself with it while the bus driver tried valiantly to restart the engines, all other passengers around me groaning impatiently. Upon closer inspection though, I frowned that the little Pokewalker was fairly scuffed and dirty, but worst yet was the screen on the thing.
The clear plastic covering had been scratched badly, looking as if someone had done it on purpose with keys or something to the point that it would be otherwise near impossible to t
It was Mew...This morning, my friend and me found an unusual cartridge of Pokemon Blue, that had the sentence "It was Mew" written on its back. Being lovers of mystery, we decided to buy it and try it.It was Mew... in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But once we arrived at his house, my mother called me to do some things, so my friend promised me to start de investigation and then bring it to me.
And I'm waiting. Around four-five hours have passed, and he's still without calling or anything. I'm starting to feel anxious to start my investigation.
After a few more minutes, my friend calls. I'm too fast for my mother and I take the phone first. Sometimes the impatience makes you go so fast, heheh.
As I say the normal "Hello?" I can hear my friend breathing heavily. I start to feel worried, and I keep asking him if he's alright or not, but he only keeps breathing. I'm starting to be scared
But after a few minutes, he says something. Too low the first time, but understandable the second.
"It was .Mew "
Wait what? He was saying the sen
Ally: A Pokemon storyAlly: A Pokemon story in Short Stories More Like This
Please read Artist's Comments for info if you have Questions.
I never was a very good mother but I still loved my child, it just that maybe I should explain from the beginning, the very beginning.
Roughly 16 years ago I gave birth to my daughter, Ally. I had just turned 25 and I wasn't ready to be a mother. So I left her when she was just 3 with my sister and aunt to take care of her. Now I know what you are thinking, 'How terrible of me to do such a thing to such a young child!', but I was scared, I didn't have great childhood and I couldn't really afford to feed and cloth her.
Time passed, and when I could afford it, I would buy her presents and what not for her birthdays and holidays. But one year, for her 5th birthday, my family got her Pokémon Yellow Version and Hey You Pikachu! for her, and needless to say she loved it. When I would come to visit her, she would be playing one of those two games. She always smiled while playing, as if they were real living thing
FeathersFeathers in Horror More Like This
This room is very plain, there is no color at all in this place. The bars on the windows are so rusty for some reason, and the people here are just plain as the walls.
Where am I?
A Behavioral House, or what you could say a nut shank?
Because of them. The people who will not believe me, who refuse to think they could ever harm anyone. But I know the truth! They are watching me, they want to finish me off!
What they did, what they did what they did!! I can't just tell you it, I must start from the beginning
"That's one fat Persian," I said to my Combusken as we stared at it. It meowed angrily at us, as if I wasn't stating the obvious. It was giving us the evil eye as we walked out of the flower shop into the cloudy weather outside, the tree line catching our eyes.
We were near Petalburg Woods,actuallly returning to. We had to beat the Petalburg gym, and having never caught a Flying-Type Pokemon, I walked everywhere. My Com