The Crimson scallopI didn't want to do it...The Crimson scallop in Horror More Like This
I never wanted to do it...
Please believe me...
It was so many years ago... I was still a young Oshawott when Team Rocket captured me in the ball.
A dusk ball with the power to turn a Pokémon's heart.
I was with my mother that sunny day when the man cornered us.
My mother fled and the man captured me.
Inside the ball was painful- a torrent of darkness and unending pain- I felt as though I was being electrocuted and stabbed multiple times.
Eventually it stopped- but I felt as though I could not move my body, as though another entity had invaded it and was controlling me like a puppet while I watched.
I remember being made to battle- to kill other Pokémon as well- and inside I would cry out for the beings I had just slaughtered.
No...It wasn't me... it was something else... something else killed them...
And yet mine is the crimson scallop...
Anyways... many Pokémon were slaughtered by my unwilling hand- but soon I began to notice.
PMD: LostI remember it well, I was playing Pokémon mystery dungeon explorers of sky.PMD: Lost in Horror More Like This
I had talked to a client in spinda's Cafe who seemed desperate for me to rescue a charmander.
"please help charmander!" the Espeon pleaded.
I of course clicked accept, seeing as the mission would wield some especially good experience being a *4 mission.
I headed to the northern desert and began my ascent to the 8th floor, I fought off multiple Pokémon and eventually came to the floor where the Pokémon would be awaiting rescue.
I explored the floor, and began to worry when I ended up where I had started- the charmander was nowhere in sight.
I clicked through my options and eventually found my luminous orb- I quickly used it.
To my surprise there was no client Pokémon on the floor at all- the only visible dots were red, signifying enemy Pokémon.
I sat for a moment, confused.
Where did the client Pokémon go?
I turned to my partner who spurted one of the usual messages- she was obvious
Glitched OriginI remember the day I decided to restart my Pokémon pearl.Glitched Origin in Horror More Like This
No, I didn't do it for a nuzlocke or anything like that- my reason for restarting was that I promised it to my cousin, but I also wanted to mess around with my action replay.
I wanted to see what sorts of interesting things could happen when I used walk through walls without even obtaining my starter Pokémon
I didn't get too far into hacking, seeing as I had told my cousin she could have the game (I never played it anymore, so it couldn't hurt) and I found a... rather interesting glitch of sorts.
It bagan when I restarted Pearl and told my cousin I would show her something cool, but to my disappointment upon walking into the grass without a Pokémon, missingno did not appear like I had hoped it would.
Instead my game froze and so I restarted it.
At this point my cousin had gone outside to play, being at a campsite she was right outside, but I was alone inside the camper.
I turned on walk through walls and started t
EusineEusine in Horror More Like This
"In other news, the ecstatic scientist Eusine has not been seen. He is believed to have gone missing recently. The last person in contact with him was a trainer who said she didn't know anything about what happened"
I knew all too well what happened, but it's not like I would ever admit to it.
Suicune was rightfully mine. Eusine couldn't accept that fact- and so he had to go.
I wasn't going to stand it any longer. Following me wherever I went, appearing so suddenly when Suicune was near.
It was unnatural.
He even had the gall to treat me as a friend.
The guy was a psycho- obsessed over a Pokémon.
Suicune chose me, and rightfully so.
Hell the thing probably wanted Eusine to stop following it like a lost puppy.
I smiled at the master ball in my hand- Suicune was mine, and only mine.
Anyone who touched my Pokémon would regret it.
I smirked, remembering the night. I had met Eusine on that little strip of land where couples meet- I can't remember the name of it for the
Little Bluebird...Somewhere over the rainbowLittle Bluebird in Horror More Like This
...Birds fly over the rainbow.
...Why then, oh why can't I...?
... my name is Articuno... it has been a long time since I had any visitors...
Why was I singing?
...You'll know soon enough...
I used to be happy you know... until the Pokémon poacher found me...
He wanted legendaries for his wide collection of rare Pokémon... I was caught off guard...
but...let me tell you about my wings...
They were beautiful then...like Ice glimmering in the sun...
I was proud of this, proud of their beauty.
Pokémon came from all around to meet me, and they would marvel at my wings.
I received compliments daily on them... all Pokémon thought they were beautiful...
But then that poacher caught me...
He sent me out to battle one day, and I tried to fly away.
That was a mistake I will always regret.
He sent out an Absol- and gave it a command.
"Tear off Articuno's wings."
The Absol jumped onto my back and began tearing
InsomniaVoices...Insomnia in Horror More Like This
Which are real? Which are fake? Save me...
"Krow! Wake up Krow, please!
"Krow- you belong to me now!
Doctor! He's fading!"
Come to me little Murkrow~"
I'm so tired... help me... no matter what I do...
I cannot sleep
My eyelids move up and down as my tired body attempts sleep- still it does not come.
My trainer was concerned when my ability, Insomnia, reached beyond battle.
She took me to this Pokémon hospital where they are trying to save me.
They say if they are not successful soon, I will fall into a coma- never to awaken.
My trainer is upset at this... but eternal sleep... it sounds nice... never having to wake up again... sleeping my days away until I wither and die...
The doctor comes in again- a new medicine to try.
"We're really hoping this will help your Murkrow... "
The man feeds me the spoonful of medicine- it tastes alright, so I won't put up a fuss this time.
I feel the liquid go down my
PKMNCreepypasta critique guideThere are some do's and don'ts for critiquing, and quite bluntly I've seen people critique creepypasta and only manage to insult and offend the artist.PKMNCreepypasta critique guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So I made this guide for everyone who is new to critique, or to those who really should cross-examine how they critique things.
There are obvious things about certain pastas that can set off irritation- lack of realism, an over used storyline... etc etc
But that doesn't mean your critiques need to come off as snarky.
It doesn't give you the right to insult someone,
and it most definetly does not give you the right to act like a pompous ass because of a few beginner mistakes.
People complain about how creepypastas are getting worse- well how are you helping by giving shitty and insulting critique?
So some basic do's and don'ts
The basic "Do's"
Tell the person what you liked about their story, everyone appreciates a kind word of encouragement.
Helpfully point out spelling/grammar mistakes for example "oh, I also noticed you may
The world in your handsYou control us in the palm of your hands- training, feeding, moving, catching.The world in your hands in Horror More Like This
Movements we cannot control ourselves no matter how much we may wish it.
Programmed to do certain things at certain times.
You giggle when we hug you.
You cheer when we defeat our foes.
You worry when we are hurt.
You let us assist you.
But you never think.
Maybe we don't want to hug you.
Maybe we don't want to fight.
Maybe we don't have to be hurt.
Maybe we don't want to help you.
Maybe... just maybe... we despise you.
We really do.
Controlling our movements.
Telling us to battle.
Deciding what we learn.
Deciding what we must want.
Deciding our fate when you press erase, because you no longer care, your perfect world bores you.
You were the champion.
You were great.
You had us.
You erased everything.
But we stay behind.
We were reset.
Our previous lives mean nothing.
Our previous battles mean nothing.
Back to square one again, with only a vague memory.
I try to press my face against the scree