Pokemon: PerfectI squinted my eyes, trying to read what the screen was telling me. All the mixed colors were so confusing, and I had hardly learned how to properly read those strange lines yet. "I focused, trying to remember the letters I had learned in class and how to pronounce them. "W... Waaaa... Watle?" I mumbled, not really understanding what the word meant, or if I had got it right. "How do you get Mark confused with Watle?" My big brother snatched the DS out of my hands. Apparently I didn't get the word right.Pokemon: Perfect in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why are you even looking at my trainer card?" I opened my mouth, having not really thinking of a response yet but wanting to look smart, but he cut me off anyways, "Whatever." He fumbled around with the DS, pressing buttons in a mystical pattern I couldn't imagine ever perfecting. After a minute he gave it back to me. I eagerly clutched the game. The character was standing in the middle of the dirt road once more, ready for battle. I was relieved, as I didn't really know how to exit out
.194Filmy, silver clouds slowly drifted apart, allowing a few sparse rays of sunlight to peek through. Leaves rustled in the breeze as a few Swellow let out their victorious evening cries, content that they would now have a few moments of song despite the previous rain storm. Everything seemed to have a shade of grey to it, despite the sunlight. Most Pokémon were preparing for the night as the twilight drew to a close..194 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two Lotads were leisurely soaking in a small puddle, thankful for the cool water. Minds foggy and floating off to other places, they didn't notice a well seasoned creature carefully creeping towards them. Dozing off, their eyes slowly shut. The unknown creature watched on for a few more moments, to be sure they were unaware of its presence. When it was confident enough, it leaped forward to the pair.
During lift off, the creature slipped on a splotch of mud, causing it to tumble forward and land face first in the puddle. The two Lotads squealed, their peaceful evening n
Nasty PlotI was as excited as a kid that had just finished chugging down an entire bag of sugar. As soon as the car pulled to a stop I opened the door and leaped out, starting to run across the parking lot. In my haste I tripped and fell face first into the pavement, but I quickly leaped back up, brushed myself off, and continued my trek onwards. I was already at the door when I realised I had left my DS in the car.Nasty Plot in Fan Fiction More Like This
I turned and started running back to the car, "Daddy! Daddy!! My DS!!" I urgently screeched to him, as if we were under attack. "I got it!" He called back to me as he got out of the car. I sighed in relief as I saw my beloved pink DS in his hands. "Gimme it!" I told him as I raced up to him, tried to pry my treasure out of his grip. "No, I'm carrying it in. I don't want you breaking it, like you would have just a minute ago when you tripped and fell."
I pouted and gave up. I sullenly walked back to the store with him. As soon as we stepped inside, he handed me my DS. I quickly snatch
AshamedIt was one of those cloudy, rainy days. I was actually kind of glad for that, I hated the sun. Indoors is more of my thing. Anyways, before I accidentaly get off subject, my dad was going to this indoor volleyball thing. I didn't really pay attention to the details, as I don't care much for sports. I asked if I could stay in the car, and he said that was fine.Ashamed in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as he left I locked the car, as I'm very paranoid. Then I tuned the radio to my favorite station and turned up the volume as loud as I could without busting my ear drums. Now that I had felt comfortable, I pulled out my Gameboy, which I had brought with me. And inside it was FireRed. I turned the volume on my GameBoy down, as I wanted to listen to the radio while I played my game.
It had been a while since I last played the game. When my save file loaded I found myself to be standing on Treasure Beach, that island below One Island. I opened the menu and clicked on my Pokemon, to find my normal party, except for a Dratini
Tommy Boy"Hey sis can I play your Pokemon Emerald? Please? Please please please?!"Tommy Boy in Fan Fiction More Like This
Reluctantly, I handed over my Gameboy and Pokemon Emerald cartridge to my little sister. With a squeel, she turned it on and started playing. I sighed. I don't like her messing with my games, but she didn't have any video games of her own. Plus she was leveling up my own Pokemon for free, and you can't really beat that deal.
"Come out come out whever you are Pokemon~" I shook my head as my sibling spoke to the inanimate object. I grabbed my DS and popped Diamond in. I flew to Hearthome and decided to randomly make some Poffins for the heck of it. I had plenty of Oran berries to spare. I threw one into the mix.
I stirred the dough, careful not to burn it. I pride myself at how well I can make Poffins without burning them or over flowing them at all. I stirred with the same, perfect grace I always did-
"Hey sis! I found a green Trapinch!!"
I cursed as I stroked the mix too much and caused it to overflow. S
Lavender SuicidesLavender Town Syndrome over rated? True. Lavendar Town Syndrome is fake?Lavender Suicides in Fan Fiction More Like This
It started about... what, 2 months ago? Yeah, 2 months ago, about halfway through October. I was on Youtube, searching for random videos of who knows what when one of the people I subscribed uploaded a video. They were uploading a video that had scary video game music every day of the month until Halloween, and so far they had been uploading some pretty good and very unnerving music I had never heard before. So I was shocked to see they had uploaded Pokemon music.
I clicked on it anyways. It was the old, first version of the Lavender Town theme song. When I listened to the theme I remembered hearing it before, when I had played through the game. It honestly didn't sound scary at all to me, I actually even liked hearing it. But then I looked at the comments on the video.
Some users were talking about how Japanese kids had committed suicide on themselves after listening to this song. Interested,
Pokemon Dead ChannelI was introduced to the video game realm a tad late than most other people. For most, if not all, of my early childhood I was isolated from other kids and I had next to no social interactions. My days were spent in a prison like school and my nights rotted away with mind numbing TV. Life was dull and boring, all I had were my stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys to talk to. That's when I got a Gamecube.Pokemon Dead Channel in Horror More Like This
It was the christmas of 2003 I believe. I was overjoyed at having my own video game station. It came with the games Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2, and Pokemon Channel. Each of those games still hold a special place in my heart today. As soon as the Gamecube was set up and ready to go I began playing it immediately.
The first game I played was Super Mario Sunshine. This game is what got me hooked onto the Mario series. After playing it for hours straight and finally finding a level I just couldn't get past I turned to Pac Man World 2. Amazingly enough, I got stuck on level two.
PMD: Explorers Of DeathIt was a fairly standard Friday evening at GameStop. I had somehow convinced my dad to buy me a video game, so with a regretful glance at his wallet and a sigh he lead me into the store. I ran from one game to the next indecisive over which one I should get. Most of the new games seemed tasteless and dull to me, so I went to check out some of the less recent games. Still none pleased me. That's when my eye caught the games that were on sale.PMD: Explorers Of Death in Settings More Like This
I ran over to the on sale bin and found Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers Of The Sky sitting atop all of the others. I gasped, I had been wanting this game for so long! Light reflected off the cover and it shone like a bright blazing star. It seemed to be calling out to me, like it wanted me to buy it oh so badly. And I did. Eagerly, I picked up the game and ran over towards my dad asking if he could buy it for me. Seeing that it was half off, he happily agreed.
Both of us now content, we bought the game and drove home. The whole way back I
NM Fuel - Never Forget...I don't like being a bug Pokemon. I don't like being small and young. All the big birds chase me. It's really scary. But mamma says that she will keep me safe. I love my mamma. When I have a bad tummy, mamma always rubs it better with her feelers. At night she sings me lullabies; my favourite is 'there were two birds sat on a stone; one flew away, and then there was one; the other flew after, and then there was none; and so the poor stone was left all alone'. Mamma says I'll never be left alone. She and papa will always be there. She promised.NM Fuel - Never Forget... in Short Stories More Like This
My tummy feels strange. It's all warm and tingly. The rest of my body is starting to feel that way too. I asked mommy, and she said that my body will change soon. That scares me. I don't want to change! She said it won't be bad - I'll get tired and not move for a while, but then I'll grow to look like mommy or daddy! I hope I look like mommy; Mommy's really pretty. But daddy sparkles when he flies, and makes everything look really glittery. Looki
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
Creepypasta- Bright Summer DaySootopolis was always a cheery city. Situated in a crater formed by a long extinct volcano, and only accessable through diving and flying, it is a peaceful town filled with friendly inhabitants. A fresh, blue lake formed in the deepest point of the crater, supplying cool and clean water and making an amazing feature in the otherwise bland and rocky location. At night the stars shimmer bright in the sky, a beautiful view to every resident. Not only this, a particular point of interest is Origin Cave, with the legendary Pokemon that created land and the legendary Pokemon that created the seas both rumoured to reside within. It's the hometown also of one of the strongest trainers in Hoen, Wallace, master of the Water type, a gym leader who was promoted to the Elite Four and his place at the gym taken by his old mentor, Juan. The residents of this town are happy and kind. You couldn't find a more peaceful relaxation spot.Creepypasta- Bright Summer Day in Short Stories More Like This
Being in an enclosed space, heat and stuffiness easily gathers, so i
Creepypasta - Just A Hug"Good girl, Strike! Awesome job!"Creepypasta - Just A Hug in Short Stories More Like This
I grinned back at Master, waving my scythes with joy at my 10th win in a row. I'm a Scyther, you see, but I'm not very strong... Master has been incredibly kind to me, seeing as I lose really easily. My moves aren't very good. But the fact that Master still loves me and trains me and teaches me to use my moves well makes me so happy! My daddy once told me that... what was it...? Oh, that humans hate us and will mistreat us, so we must stay away. He was so wrong about Master! Master is sweet, and kind, and makes the most amazing poffins! I love Master...
Master walked towards me and patted my head. I giggled and twisted so that Master was tickling my neck. He laughed good-naturedly.
"Get on with you, Strike - Dinner's ready."
I shot up instantly and went towards the table. No, of course I don't sit at the table - I sit near it on the floor, with the rest of Master's Pokemon. He has a Blastoise, Salamence and Liepard - all of them are a lot strong
CP- Perfection Is BlindLook around you, right now. What do you see? Your home, or a school, or perhaps you are using a Poketch or Pokegear to view this tale. How much pollution do these things send into our atmosphere? Well? No, you don't want to face the truth of it... but I assure you, it's a lot. A huge quantity. Destroying the perfect balance of the world. Now look at nature, whether it be around you, or outside a window or door. Heh, what nature? All I or you can see is roads, more houses, cars... and the few remaining spots of nature are tainted with man's touch. Look what has been done... Nature is no longer perfect. Finally, look at your friends, your family. Their smiling, happy faces... How many of those faces are guilty of some crime? How many are guilty of being weak, pathetic, imperfect individuals?CP- Perfection Is Blind in Short Stories More Like This
All of them. Everything is imperfect. Everything is tainted, impure. Earth must be perfect.
So all blemishes upon Earth... must be removed.
I really despise quest
Silent Agony: ArceusCold... I'm so... Cold...Silent Agony: Arceus in Horror More Like This
I can't believe they caught me...
Dialga... Palkia... Giratina...
They must not be captured as well, or these humans will have massive power...
I hear footsteps, hundreds of pairs of feet are moving towards me. I look towards the door, shivering more.
I'm chained and bound to the earth, bars on every window.
They enter in their uniforms, the large "R" resembling their "team Rocket" as they call it...
Several of them look at me with awe, they are young recruits. The older ones act aloof and uncaring.
Suddenly the chains binding me are pulled and my neck is forced down in a quick and painful tug.
Unable to move due to hunger I am stuck, I've fallen.
I weakly open my eyes, glaring in silent hatred of those who dare to defy the one that created them.
A few merely smirk, and I am given painful kicks on my body. I wish to cry out, but I dare not give them satisfaction of knowing they can hurt me.
I try to move, feeling my muscles tighten in protest
Mama?I can hear the crunching as the houndoom devour the last of my siblings...Mama? in Horror More Like This
We were hatched only an hour ago, by a trainer who had white hair and red eyes. We smiled up at her and hugged her knees for bringing us into the world, and all she did was frown.
Her eyebrows squinched together and her mouth became a straight line, was she hurt? or angry? Had we done something wrong?
We peered up at her, whispering among ourselves.
She began to walk away, and so we followed. She turned, and said she was releasing us. We didn't know what this meant. She began to walk away again, and again we followed.
She shouted at us until we cried, and we ran away. We pondered it for a while, and we understood that she didn't want us.
We shook as the houndooms cries echoed, and we became afraid.
My tiny siblings held onto each other, crying out in fear.
We didn't know what to do, we were just born and already we found ourselves at the mercy of the beasts around us.
I peered about at the heads of my sisters an
Banettes SorrowGirl don't you remember the times we had?Banettes Sorrow in Horror More Like This
All the times that you were sad?
Times you ran into your room,
Tears in your eyes reflecting gloom
all the times your face would blush,
as you picked me up- your favorite plush?
Secrets you told me to always keep?
even under greatest heat?
As you cuddled me as you fell asleep,
mumbled 'bout the ocean deep
Your father then,
came in your room
and as you slept,
his anger built...
Alcohol took his brain,
and that night, my girl, you were slain
In sleep so peaceful,
I saw it all,
but at that time,
I was merely a doll
And so I could do nothing,
he was nver caught,
he hid your body,
and fooled the cops
He threw me out when he noticed me,
and there I sat beneath a tree
Then by strange powers,
I looked about,
and nearly choked
my very mind
Of terrible deeds,
of heinous crime
Your father then, he felt no guilt
He didn't care he'd made you wilt
A flower cut too soon in life,
By a shining silver knife
By hand of one who b
BurnedIt was sunny when I went to the pokemon centre that day, I had a bunch of skitty eggs from leaving two of them in the daycare too long, and I was longing to find a trainer who would take one.Burned in Horror More Like This
I walked inside and went to the area where people would ask for pokemon, I immediately began offering skitty eggs for free or trade, since not many people have anything I don't already have.
I waited for quite a while before a quiet young girl pointed at an egg, and held up a pokeball in a seeming trade offer.
I smiled and nodded, and she took the egg.
I observed the pokeball on the desk, deciding to wait on seeing mynew pokemon until I had gotten rid of some more skitty eggs.
At the end of the day, they were all gone and I had recieved a few pokemon, though most of the eggs had gone to young kids who wanted pokemon.
I didn't mind though, I didn't care.
I packed up and noted the pokeball form the girl, I remember a houndoom leaving with her.
I decided to greet my new pokemon, and promptly clicked
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It was winter when I decied to go to our local pokeadopt centre and get a pokemon to care for.
Pokeadopt centres were full this time of year, and so I went inside- immediately I was drawn to a tiny eevee sitting almost mournfully in the back of a shadowed cage as though all hope was lost.
I peered through the bars of the cage at the eevee, the ones who ran the pokeshelter were a bit hesitant to give him to me.
I had finally convinced them, only because I was adopting the eevee's sister, and they thought it best not to separate them.
I opened the cage a bit nervously and stuck my hand inside. The tiny pokemon shivered as my hand got close, and I stopped.
He looked almost interested, and peered at me cautiously before sniffing my outreached hand cautiously.
The other eevee sat on my shoulder, and squeaked a happy greeting to her brother.
With that he jumped onto my other shoulder. I smiled at the two eevees, and thanked the pokeadopt centre for allowing me to have them.
Many months after
Kill SwitchKill Switch in Horror More Like This
The happy tune of my heartgold game played through my ds speakers as I hummed to myself. I had found a helpful little code for cloning, and was hoping it would work.
I had activated the code and quickly selected "continue game".
I found myself in the pokemon centre, exactly where I had saved.
I quickly walked the trainer over to the pc box, still humming to myself.
The options came up and i sped through them to Bills pc. I selected move pokemon and scoured my 12 boxes of shiny, event, and normal pokemon for a cloning victim.
My eyes fell upon a pikachu, a level 50 event. Specifically, this was the Ash's pikachu.
I quickly moved over to a Vaporeon and moved her out of the way before holding R, picking up the pikachu, and quickly plopping him into my party in hopes I would have one in my box, and one in my party.
I quickly closed out of the party, selected another box, and returned to the original box I had been in.
I selected party and noticed something strange.
Instead of a pikachu, so
Skeletal SwampertAs odd as you may find it, I was once a member of Team Rocket.Skeletal Swampert in Horror More Like This
To be exact, they kidnapped me as a young child, and raised me as a scientist to perform experiments on pokemon.
Of course I didn't want to, no matter how much they tried to convince me pokemon didn't have feelings, I knew better. Pokemon could smile and love, and were as intelligent as humans.
It was when I captured my first pokemon, a Murkrow named Kurosu, that they found their leverage over me. They took my Murkrow and told me to experiment on a swampert- or they would kill my beloved friend.
With tears in my eyes I worked hard, I hated myself for many days. They had given me a full-grown swampert, who was fairly old- and told me to give it eternal life. No trying- It had to work. I knew it was impossible, and my beloved friend would die because of it.
One particular night in my darkened office I became determined. I'm not sure quite how I did it, but the Swampert became young again. It jumped about vigorously and seemed