Creepypasta - Only A ShadowIt was bright. Too bright.More Like This
I raised a paw to shield my eyes from the fierce glare, moaning from the piercing pain it sent into my brain. As my pupils adjusted, I found myself staring around with wonder. There were tall brown things with big bushy green tops, and smaller green stuff that was soft and springy under my body. Dotted around were pretty colourful things that gave the air a nice, scented aroma. I shivered as a breeze passed by my body - my blue fur was still wet from my time in the egg, and the wind chilled me. Without warning I was covered in a thick, warm sheet and raised off the ground. I twisted in alarm as a hand came towards me, holding a small red and white ball. There was a flash of red, then nothing.
When I next came to, I could immediately tell I was in a different place. The air smelt completely different, and the overall atmosphere thrummed with energy. I cowered in fear - to go from somewhere so calm to somewhere so full of life was a huge leap my newborn mind co
Creepypasta - Enslaved GodI was the creator. I was the master of all Pokemon. They respected, loved, feared me and my power. I was God.More Like This
Until he came.
Him, with his greed and lust for power. He who had already subdued the lords of the very fabric of time and space and captured the three embodiments of the spirit. He who had conquered the sole resident of the distorted realm, a fierce enemy I had exhiled that he dared to bring back to our world. And he dared to face me now with these six legends, dared to attack me, dared to try and subdue me as well.
I... I am so terribly ashamed to admit he succeeded. Despite my immense strength, I was not able to beat down all of my legendary creations at the same time. They were healed constantly by him... while I had nothing. Slowly but surely, I was forced into submission, forced within one of the creations of the Devil, creations that were never meant to exist. You call them 'Poke Balls'. We call them prisons.
After a few minutes of being in there, I was com
Creepypasta: Laughing JackLAUGHING JACKMore Like This
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out t
Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.More Like This
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only way to get Loppuny is evolving Buneary. And before you ask, I never trade for a Pokemon if it is available in game - That seems like cheating to me. Plus, I'll get more satisfaction from catching it myself the natural way.
It had been ages since my last try at catching one, so I thought I'd have another shot at it. I took my DS and copy of Pearl, gra
Creepypasta-Ferris WheelMore Like This
By now, I'm sure you've played Black or White. You've marveled, or scoffed, at the new pokemon, beaten the gym leaders one after another, gasped at the plot.
You've been to Nimbasa City.
You rode the ferris wheel there with N, didn't you? If you were playing a girl, perhaps you giggled to yourself about N's rather flirtatious dialogue. It's such a cute scene. A few days later, maybe you returned to the ferris wheel, hoping for another ride with N, to find a trainer there instead. My first one was a waitress, who invited me to a battle, and then some girl talk. After you win against the trainer, you get to watch the animation of the ferris wheel again, and one half a conversation where they do all the talking and you, as usual, are silent. It's not N, but who would turn down a daily battle? You need to train your pokemon to the top after all, and every little bit helps.
Maybe you decide to go at night, once. You and I might be night owls together, staying up late glued to the