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banana500 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

Lightseeker wrote:

+1. The ending was really creepy...

what happenned?

Basically, this yellow dude, an anthropomorphic bird, and a weird hairy red monster were sitting at a table, all bored. Then this talking notepad comes and starts singing this really happy and light-hearted song about creativity. This song inspires the three at the table to "get creative", which leads to disastrous results.

Watch it for yourself.

n-no thanks...  sounds creepy

samid11 wrote:

Lightseeker wrote:

POKEMON DEAD CHANNEL

I 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.

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. Infuriated that I couldn’t find the way out even though the answer was literally right in front of my eyes, I quit and started playing my first ever Pokemon game.

Pokemon Channel.

As soon as I turned the game on I knew this game was going to be different from the other two. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with the game. When the time came for me to name my Pikachu I unwittingly named him BRVR, short for Brother. What compelled me to give him such a strange nickname that didn’t even sound like a shortened version of brother I’ll never know, but regardless, I still enjoyed playing.

There is no way for me to describe the love I felt towards this game. It was everything that I had ever dreamed of. In this game I had a friend that I could play with. It all took place in the Pokemon world too, which I had already loved before I even got Pokemon Channel. I could watch TV with my best friend BRVR, go fishing with him, play checkers with him, talk to other Pokemon with him, grow a garden with him, build a snow man with him, explore ancient ruins with him, play musicals with him, sit around camp fires and tell stories with him, gaze at the stars with him, all the things I never got to experience in real life I was able to in this virtual world. With BRVR. The best friend I never had.

I was obviously overly addicted to the game, but I had nothing else to use up my time with, so instead I spent it all into this game. Oblivious to all the things happening in the real world, I prefered to live my life in this Pokemon fantasy with my best friend BRVR.

BRVR seemed like more than just a virtual animated 3D model forced to do his actions based on the programming of the game, he seemed real to me. If I was ever sad one day, he would appear to look and act depressed too. If I was ever angry, he would show and express my rage during that play of the game too. If I needed something to cheer me up, he would act silly and leap at me and do other idiotic things too. Later on when I grew older and wiser I just assumed that all of these strange events never really happened and when I was younger I had just simply imagined it, but it was still fun to pretend he was real.

As the years past I got more games. I had acuired a Gameboy, which along with it came more Pokemon games, where I could have more than just a single Pikachu. My interests also floated to different series like Mario and Sonic. After playing Pokemon Channel so many times and doing the same things over and over again it starts to get a bit boring. I started playing it less and less and other games more and more, but I still gave Pokemon Channel a play every now and then.

Eventually I changed schools and my whole life changed. I was moved from a private christian school to a public school and my eyes were opened to reality. I started to learn new things about real life which helped me enjoy it more. People weren’t mean and cruel to me, they would say hi when I passed them in the halls. I discovered I could do more than just play video games, I could draw, there were thousands of songs I could listen to, and my grades started dramatically rising.

But the best part of all was that I got a new friend. A real friend. One who was flesh and blood. She was funny and helped me get used to the school and was someone I could talk to besides my parents. We both had the same immature and mock everything in every possible way kind of minds. I finally had a best friend.

While I started to grow in both body and mind Pokemon Channel was slowly forgotten. I moved on to greater and better games. Almost all the things I could do in the game I was able to do in real life now. BRVR was replaced by my real life best friend. He and the game had become obsolete, forgotten on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of the room.

For the next couple of years life was golden. Each day I would learn something new and I had a ton of fun with my best friend. I made a few other friends too, but no one could top my best friend. Every now and then I’d get a new game, get some money, go do something with my best friend, draw something, listen to music. I never wished for anything more.

Good things never last

Eventually I had to move. I protested and threw a fit but to no avail. Trying to stop the tears from falling down my face, I told my best friend good bye on my last day at that school. For the next few nights I cried myself to sleep at my new house, but eventually I stopped. Having one of my main reasons to live in life ripped away tore a whole in my heart that will never be completely healed, but the pain eventually became less and less.

I still had contact with my best friend though. We both had Youtube accounts and we would talk to each other over the internet. We’d call each other too and have sleep overs and sometimes see a movie together. But it hurt to not have her at school anymore. I made some new friends at my new school, even more than at my old school, but none of them were as funny as my best friend. None of them could replace her.

Just when I thought I could get used to this lifestyle one of the most dreadful things happened. For her sake, I won’t post what my friend did, but she did something horrible and my mom refused to let me speak to or see her ever again. My heart was utterly smashed into thousands of pieces. I felt like I had nothing left to live for. My best and what felt like only friend was now gone from me forever.

I now sunk back into my old habits, playing video games and isolating myself from the rest of the world. I didn’t like to go out anymore. I refused to leave my room except to go to school, eat, use the restroom, and visit my dad every other weekend. Now that my best friend had been snatched away from me, and that I didn’t do anything in real life anymore, I needed something to replace them.

Searching through my ancient shelf of old games, I pulled out Pokemon Channel. I brushed the dust off of the cover. It felt like it had been an eternity since I’ve gazed upon the game. I insterted the game disc into the Gamecube, grabbed my controller, and awaited to greet my old virtual friend, BRVR.

A tear fell down my cheek as memories flooded back while I stared at the title screen. After a moment of soaking in the old nostalgia, I selected continue. I eagerly selected yes when the information appeared of my currently saved game asking if it was correct. As the transition Pokeballs rolled across the screen I just couldn’t wait to see BRVR again.

When the transition was over I appeared to be in my room. The normal cutseen where Pikachu is asleep on top of the shelf and wakes up didn’t play, but at this moment I had almost completely forgotten about that. The only thing on my mind was BRVR. As I searched around the room though, he wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“De bi de? De bi dee!”

The Delibird that deliveres the goods you buy from the Shop ‘N Squirtle channel was at the door. I smiled warmly at the sight. I remembered I bought something from that channel almost every day when I was younger. I thought I must have bought something the last time I played and completely forgotten about it. Curious about what was in the delivery, I eagerly headed for the door.

“Pikaa…”

A deep moaning sound stopped me before I could reach the door. I turned the screen and saw BRVR climbing out from under the bed. He looked beat up and depressed. I had never seen him climb out from underneath the bed before, except for when he’s searching for the Pokemon Mini in the beginning of the game. When he turned and saw me a shocked expression came over his face, like it normally should.

“Hey Brother, it’s me!” I whispered even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. Instead of a joyous look and cheering, “Pika pikaa!!” he aquired an infuriated look on his face. I was a bit confused as to why he was angry, but before I could ponder at the subject, “De bi dee!!” The Delibird called again from the door.

Banishing the whole incident from my thoughts I turned and opened the door. I was comforted when the Delibird handed over the box and BRVR smiled and waved as Delibird flew off. “A package arrived with merchandise from Shop ‘N Squirtle!” I quickly pressed A as that message appeared.

I wondered what was inside as BRVR leaned inside the box and took out the items. “You got a Pikachu TV Z! The Pikachu TV Z has been displayed.” A menacing and quite gruesome looking Pikachu TV was set up in replacement of my old Voltorb TV. It looked like a Pikachu head facing towards you with it’s jaws wide open. Inside it’s mouth was the TV screen with it’s fangs hanging over the top and bottom. It looked like the skin was tearing and ripping apart at places, like the TV screen was too large for it’s mouth. I was a bit shocked at how scary the TV looked.

“You got Red Wallpaper Z! The wallpaper has been displayed.” I gasped when the wallpaper was put up. It was dark red like dried blood. Pikachus with sick, twisted smiles were repeated all across it. They each were bright red like freshly drawn blood. I was beginning to worry.

“You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed.” I winced with fear when I saw the morbid Pikachu placed on top of one of the shelves. It had the same eerie grin as the Pikachus on the wallpaper except with long fangs. It’s eyes were small, ruby red, and dilated. The tip of it’s tail curved inwards like a hook, and it had sharp looking claws. Numerous dried streaks of blood were all along it’s body.

“You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed.” “You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed.” “You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed.” The same sequence happened over and over until the entire room was filled with the disturbing Pikachu dolls. They replaced all of the other dolls.

BRVR got up and looked around the room. He nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the TV. I sat in my chair stricken with fear. Even though it had been years since I’ve played the game I knew these items were never in it. “Pikaa.” A threatning and commanding call came from Pikachu. He was standing in front of the TV giving me a glare. I knew he wanted me to go over there.

I walked to the TV and turned it on. It opened to the Report channel like normal, but to my horror the screen looked like it had blood dripping down it. I changed the channels and they all looked that way. I quickly opened up my diary, which in this game is the start menu, and clicked on the TVS tab. I chose the Voltorb TV, but as soon as I did my diary closed without me pressing B. BRVR was staring at me with a threatning glare and shook his head dissaprovingly.

BRVR turned back to the TV and changed it to the Fortune Channel. This channel seemed normal except for the blood dripping down the screen. “Choose your cookie!” The words drifted by the bottom of the TV screen. I chose the top one like I always do. The cookie floated down into the Chansey’s hands and cracked open.

“Do you really want to know your fortune?” The words appeared on the screen. I froze with fear. Something about that fortune seemed eerie. It appeared that the Chansey on the screen was laughing.

BRVR changed the channel again. He changed it to the relaxation channel. Instead of the fluffy Mareep, what greeted me where morbid Pikachus that looked just like the dolls jumping over the fence. I quickly pressed B and went back to the center of the room. Normally BRVR would turn around and motion me to came back and watch it with him, but this time he didn’t seem to care.

I walked over to my old painting. A beautifully colored Jirachi surrounded by a cute Pikachu border hung against the wall. I sighed with relief. At least one thing was still normal. I took a few moments to stare at the old painting, mostly just because I didn’t want to look at the gruesome wallpaper or the horrifying dolls.

“BRVR is looking at the painting too”

Chills went through my spine as that message appeared even though it was normal for your Pikachu to stare at your painting with you. I pressed B and sure enough BRVR was standing in front of the painting. It seemed like he had a sad expression, like he was remembering long lost memories. He turned to me, still with the same depressed expression. He looked like he was about to cry. I felt sorry for him and wished there was something I could do to cheer him up.

BRVR walked up to me and asked me a question, which is normal for your Pikachu to ask you a question and every now and then, but what made my blood chill was what he asked, “BRVR wants to know if you still love him.” It had an O (Yes) and X (No) option. BRVR has never asked that before. I immediately clicked O. He smiled, and then bent over laughing. I was a bit confused as to why he was having a laughing fit. When he was done laughing he looked back up at me with an evil smile. A message appeared at the top of the screen, “BRVR knows when your lying.” He turned back to watch the TV.

By this point I didn’t know what to do anymore. I knew for sure that all this wasn’t supposed to be happening. I thought that maybe if I restarted my Gamecube everything would go back to normal. I got up and reached for the restart button, but when I pressed it nothing happened. I pressed it a second time and still nothing.

“The game cannot be reset right now” The message appeared on the screen. My heart stopped beating for a second. After dumbly staring at the screen for a solid minute I sat back down and decided I would continue playing. “Might as well see where this goes…” I whispered to myself.

I just looked around the room for about a minute. Other than the wallpaper, dolls, and TV, everything seemed to be the same. I tried to smile while looking at the old Pokemon Mini and posters, but I couldn’t bring myself too. The normally cute and cheerful music seemed to make the room more dark and distrubing. It looked as if all of the morbid dolls had their eyes focused on me, like they were about to reach out and grab me, then slowly tear apart and devour my flesh…

“BRVR wants to go outside.” The message appeared on the top of the screen. Before I could do anything though, BRVR went outside and the game forced me to follow him.

My breath caught in my throat when I went outside.

The sky was blood red with even darker red clouds swirling in it. Strewn all across the lawn were dead Pokemon corpses. I couldn’t tell what many of them were, most of their limbs were torn off, their faces shredded, entrails everywhere. I felt sick, like I was about to throw up.

BRVR circled around them, then turned to me and gave me an evil grin. He walked up to me and asked a qustion, “BRVR wants to know if you like what’s he’s done to the place.” I immediately clicked X. His sick grin deepened even more. He walked over to a Skitty corpse and threw it at me. It’s body parts broke off and flew everywhere as it bounced off of the screen. After many agonizing minutes of being forced to watch BRVR toy with the dead body parts, he walked over to the garden.

When we stepped into the garden two plants were fully grown. Instead of fruits, they had grown Pikachu heads. BRVR plucked one and started to slowly eat it. My lunch started to rise up my throat but I forced it back down. I tried to turn away from the gruesome sight but something glued my eyes to the screen. After taking his time BRVR walked over and ate the other head. Once he was done he cast me a wicked smile and leaped out of the garden, me forced to follow.

BRVR was aparently done messing around outside for he went straight inside. I was hoping he was done and we would just stay inside, I now much prefered the morbid dolls over the body parts, but he wasn’t done showing me the world he had created yet. Almost as soon as we went inside BRVR went immediately to the back door. Guess who was forced to follow yet again?

When we went outside there weren’t any more corpses much to my relief, but the sky was still an ominous blood red. When I tried to go back inside he wouldn’t let me, BRVR would just turn and give a dissaproving shake of his head, so I was forced to stand there. The Viridian Forest bus pulled up and BRVR walked up to it without me even clicking on it. The transition played normally, the bus riding over the map to the Viridian forest. But when we got there the whole forest was on fire.

Dead Pokemon were laying everywhere as the trees wildly burned, their bodies charred black by the flames. BRVR seemed unaffected by the blazing fire. He skipped over to the patch of mushrooms. They looked like they were bleeding. BRVR ate one without asking for permission and gave a satisfied nod when he was done.

Then he ran over to the bell that starts the Pokemon concert. Instead of BRVR being surrounded by Clefairies, he was surrounded by those morbid Pikachus. Using the bells they played the most haunting and blood chilling tune I had ever heard. I was awestruck. It sounded so beautiful but so horrifying. It was high pitched and made my ears ache, but I was in a trance and couldn’t think to turn the volume down. After what seemed like years the play was finally over.

Glancing around, BRVR seemed satisfied with the burning forest and headed back towards the bus. Again I was forced to stand outside my house while I awaited the next horrors BRVR would inflict upon my eyes. I thought he would want to take the Mt. Snowfall bus, but he had other ideas instead, for he let that bus just pass on by. Instead he decided to take the Cobalt Bus next.

Same simple transition, same horrifying scene. The beach was littered with pieces of the corpses of Pokemon you would normally find roaming around there. The ocean looked like blood, and floating in it were more body parts from the dead Pokemon. It then became aparent to me that BRVR didn’t like other Pokemon.

We then played a game of checkers. Instead of rocks we used internal organs for the pieces. BRVR beat me by a long shot, although that was because I couldn’t think straight using entrails as checker pieces while being surrounded by dead corpses. He laughed when he beat me, like this was all normal and supposed to be happening. Then for a brief moment a look of regret and sadness swept over his face. I felt a longing to reach out and comfort him, so I used the c stick to pet him, but as soon as the cursor touched him his normal infuriated and demented look came back. He ran off over to the fishing area with a little person called me unwillingly following behind.

BRVR stood on his rock and threw out his fishing line into the blood ocean waiting for a bite. I did nothing for there was nothing I could do, but he turned and gave me a menacing glare like I was supposed to be helping him. That’s when I remembered the bait. I clicked on the jar labeled bait, but instead of a chocolate glazed donut I got a rotting brain. It was falling apart and covered in a greenish brown mold, yet it was still throbbing. I quickly tossed it into the ocean.

Shortly afterwards BRVR caught something on his line. With a great yank a creature came flying out of the ocean.

I swear to god this creature shall forever haunt my dreams.

It looked like an oversized dark purple Magikarp, but it was foaming at the mouth while a green acidic blood poured out from numerous gashes all along it’s body. Multiple organs clung to the many spikes sticking out from it’s body. Parts of it’s scales had been scraped away exposing muscle underneath, and some parts of the muscle had been what looks like eaten leaving bones sticking out. It flopped around and gasped for air while disturbing gurgling sounds emmited from it’s mouth.

I screamed when I saw the vile creature. BRVR turned to me as if he had heard me and grinned. He slowly climbed down from the rock, taking as much time as possible to let the wretched creature suffer that much more. Then he started to eat the Magikarp. While it was still alive. I screamed again and covered my mouth as my eyes were forced to watch the gruesome sight. Once he was done with his meal he turned back to me and smiled a happy, playful smile. I couldn’t believe this monster was once my close virtual friend that I looked forward to seeing every day after school.

After that traumatising event BRVR cheerfully skipped along down the beach back to the bus stop singing, “Pi ka Pi ka chu~” His merriment made the situation that much more horrifying. While waiting for the Mt. Snowfall bus BRVR stood in the middle of the walkway staring at me. His face was blank and showed no signs of emotion. Even though I knew he couldn’t hear me, I whispered, “W-Why, why are you doing this..?!” A tear started to fall down my face.

“BRVR made this world to please you.” My blood turned to ice when that message appeared at the top of the screen. BRVR casted me another sick, wicked grin that stretched from cheek to cheek. More tears started to sneak their way down my face. The Mt. Snowfall bus finally arrived. I don’t know if I was happy at the sight or petrified at the thought of facing another gruesome scene.

Same things as before, innocent transitions, not so innocent sights. Frostbitten carcasses lay strewn out ungloriously across the frozen land, most half buried in snow. Surprisingly, there was no blood or entrails laying about. This are had a more sad atmosphere than morbid. BRVR slowly walked over to where Keckleon and Jigglypuff would normally sing, but since they were dead and buried under snow who knows where he took their place.

BRVR sang the most beautiful sad song I had ever heard. His harmonious voice sounded like violins playing the most tear jerking tune I had ever heard. He had a depressed and sorowful yet focused expression while he sang the tune, which is just what the song sounded like. I couldn’t control the tears that started flooding down my face while he sang. My poor emotional heart broke in two listening to this sorrow drenched melody.

After what seemed and eternity BRVR finally finished. He looked me dead straight in the eyes with the most sorrowful, depressed, and utterly hopeless expression anyone had ever seen. I longed so much to hold him in my arms and comfort him, but he quickly turned away and ran towards the second half of Mt. Snowfall.

We stood in front of the Ruins of Truth. For many moments BRVR just stood dead still while staring at the ruins. Then he glanced at me, a deep meaningful look in his eyes, and ran inside. It was jet black inside, like it was supposed to be. He used a thunderbolt to light the electric flowers which caused the entire ruins to light up. All along the walls, ceiling, and floors many different words were written in blood, “Help meeee” “Why?” “I must dieee” “KILL ME” “It’s so cooold” “I’m so lonely” “Where is sheee?” “Come back” “Why can’t I dieeeee”

BRVR walked over to the other side of the ruins where the True or False tablet stood. I was forced to click on it.

“BRVR was abandoned by his best friend years ago to be replaced by a new best friend and was left to rot alone in this virtual world. True or False?”

I finally understood what all of this meant. All those words written on the walls, they were from BRVR. This was all my fault. I left him. My best friend. To die alone. No, he couldn’t even die if he wanted to. He was forced to drag out his misreable existence over the years. I didn’t blame him for wanting revenge on me, I deserved this.

I slapped myself across the face. What was I thinking?! BRVR and Pokemon Channel was just a game, I wasn’t supposed to devote my life to them. They were only meant to be created to amuse and entertain the mind of a child. They weren’t real. I took a minute to ponder over my last statement, they weren’t real. I thought about all the things BRVR had done traumatise me and get revenge for abandoning him for so long.

Hell, this was all just too real.

I selected O for true, because it was. I admitted to abandoning BRVR and leaving him alone to rot. Instead of the tablet sinking back into the ground, it glowed green as if in approval with me. The screen slowly faded to black.

Except for BRVR.

He stood in the center of the screen with a tired, angry, yet sad expression. I didn’t know what to think of him anymore. I hated him and wished I really could kill him, but I felt sorry and wanted with all my heart to help him and make things better.

“BRVR feels the same way about you.”

Those messages didn’t shock me anymore. If anything I was expecting it. After a few long moments of just staring at each other, I finally started to lose it, “What are you going to do with me now?!”

“BRVR wants you to suffer the same way he did.”

He casted me one last wicked grin, the widest and most horrifying I had ever seen, and the screen cut to black. After a moment the title screen appeared. The continue button was gone. I sighed in relief that this horrifying reunion was over. I got up and looked back at my desk.

On it was a Pikachu Doll Z.

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Credit to http://fyeahpokemoncreepypasta.tumblr.com/

There's a user called BRVR

And that is one of the millions of reasons I never have played pokemon and never will... Ever. Also, really good story, but kinda gross at the entrails and death parts.

trekkie200 wrote:

@ Above Dont quote whole story plz. Also, Im pretty sure its only the CPs that are violent (CP= Creepypasta, not Civil Protection.)

+30 that.


Also, new story!


Tic… toc…
«For so long have I watched them falter, watched them crawl to my aid. Feeble minded people with no dignity, no honour. Yet they come here, for answers. For hope. For guidance. For greater understanding and acceptance. How I loathe them…»

The tower of Lavender Town stood quiet in the night. A few flickering lights could be seen occasionally through the many windows, but they were not natural… The local lore stated that the spirits of the deceased pokemon made the lights, in order to guide lost spirits to a home. Somewhere they could rest. Somewhere they could feel accepted. The townspeople were honoured to be the home and relief of so many sorrowful souls, though few outsiders understood it.

It was here that a young trainer had his first encounter with the spirits of dead pokemon. Namely Gastlys, Haunters and Gengars. The very sight of them, mocking him from the shadows with their glowing eyes, made fear run through his body. If it hadn’t been for his little Cubone so eagerly showing him the way and dragging him along, he probably wouldn’t even set his foot there.

The little Cubone cried out happily. They where only on the stairs up to the second floor, and already the trainer could feel the ghosts gathering around him. Or was he just paranoid? Yeah sure, Gastlys, Haunters and Gengars exists. But proper ghosts? Hardly. For pokemon, he thought, death was just another evolution. As that though crossed his mind, he tilted his head slightly and saw Cubone in a different light. What would he turn into? Would he finally be strong enough to actually beat another pokemon in a fight? Cubone lowered it’s head almost unnoticeable, as if it knew what his trainer was thinking.

“So typical.. Always.. Valuing strength over compassion… Over company, over friendship… People who don’t treat their pokemon like friends… Disgusting…”

They worked their way through the second floor. So many Channellers were throwing their Gastlys at him, he barely had time to send out his Houndoom, his strongest, and by all means his favourite, pokemon, the first time one of the revered Channellers spotted him. After beating all their ghosts, none of them dignified him with a word. Not even an acknowledging nod, stare, nothing. The trainer simply dismissed this as jealousy. After all, it was quite clear how magnificent his Houndoom was.

-Cubone, let’s go back. He said, when they were about to ascend to the fourth floor. Cubone shook it’s little head violently, refusing to listen. The trainer sighed, annoyed at this disobedient little nothing. He took out Cubones pokeball and recalled it. Or at least tried to. Cubone shrieked. The sound escaping the little creature was so loud, so horrifying, the trainer fell to his knees. His hands pressed against his ears in a feeble attempt to close out the sound, his eyes forced shut.

“I’ve dreamed, hoped, longed for so long.. That someone would understand… But they never do, it’s always the same… They never learn…”

For a brief moment, everything was silent. Eerily silent. Slowly, the trainer opened his eyes. He was still in the same place, obviously. But the tombs, the countless tombs of the deceased pokemon, had moved. They blocked his return path. He looked up to see the Cubone, dancing around. Eagerly awaiting the trainer to get to his feet. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, before the trainer got up. He felt drained, each step up was a struggle.

The fourth and fifth floor was abandoned by Channellers. He thought it was a bit strange. He had heard of a shrine on the seventh floor that the Channellers prized above all else. A place of old rituals to impose peace and rest to the dead, a place of honour and respect for the afterlife. Maybe they had realized how stupid it was.

A sudden thug on his shorts made him jump. He quickly turned, only to stand face to face with a grinning Haunter, an inch from his face. It laughed, loudly. Spotting him. A growl coming from over his shoulder made chills run straight down his spine. He slowly turned his head to the right, and saw the poisonous cloud of a Gastly. He ducked quickly and ran up the stairs to the sixth floor, straight past his Cubone.

He stopped by a random tomb to catch his breath. He could see them move in the dim light, re-arranging in order to close him in. Cubone was gone. At least he couldn’t see him. A faint sound caught his attention. The sound of an old clock ticking. From the lower floors he could hear the giggles and laughter of the Gastlys and Haunters, and maybe a few Gengars. Their eyes shined through the darkness, glaring at him. His own eyes wandered through the maze of tombs, looking for the easiest way to the stairs. It was his only option, going up. Moving was getting increasingly difficult, as if he was walking in very thick, chest high water. The sweat was dripping from his face before he had even gotten five feet.

“I’ve seen pokemon suffer at the hands of their trainers… I’ve seen pokemon with an outright death wish, not being able to handle the hatred.. The disappointment.. The badly hidden disgust some have for the “weak” pokemon..”

He was crawling on all fours when he got to the stairs. Completely exhausted. The tombs. They were scowling at him. Glaring. Accusing.

-Cubone! The little critter popped out from behind the stairwell. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to get out. Away from the glaring eyes. Away from the mocking laughter. Go back outside to the sunshine. Where was the sunshine, for that matter? His watch showed 2pm, yet there was no light outside the windows. Just a pitch black darkness.

Cubone was tugging at his sleeve, wanting him to get going. Reluctantly, he got up to his knees and started climbing the stairs. One slow, excruciating step at a time. His muscles had given in ages ago. His joints were feeling stiff, and for each step, it got worse. Yet Cubone kept dancing around him, wanting him to go faster. The trainer screamed at his lungs full capacity at the pokemon. Too late did he realize his mistake.

A force closed around his neck, the sensation was like two ice cold hands wrapped around closing his airways. He couldn’t draw his breath. Cubone was standing still, his head hanging low. The trainer panicked. His arms were flailing wildly around while he tried to stutter an apology to Cubone. He was able to draw very little air, not nearly enough to make the panic subside. But just enough to keep him alive.

-So… so.. sor-sorry.. he finally managed to force out. The grip loosened enough for the trainer to breathe normally. But he could still feel the cold hands around his neck.

“So frail.. They never realize that.. Their life is just as easy to take as that of the pokemon they utilize.. Even easier.. But with no respect for life… No love.. There’s no point..”

The rest of the climb, Cubone walked normally with his trainer crawling pitifully after it. The sound of the clock just kept getting louder. As it was counting down to something. The trainer had a bad feeling in his gut about it. But with his strong Houndoom by his side, the very same he had forced up in levels, he would get through this.

At the top of the stairs, Cubone ran off to the altar, leaving the trainer panting and heaving at the stairs. The tombs were pushing him out of the way and lined up behind him. Strangely enough, the grip around his neck had disappeared, and he felt as though he could stand up.

Still walking slowly across the very open room towards the altar, he saw the Cubone change. Its body became a purple mass without texture. The skull on its head more or less melted into the new shape. When it turned, and smiled wickedly at him, the glowing white eyes locked with his. And standing there, in front of the ghost and the altar, his body froze.

The clock.. It didn’t sound like a clock any more. More like… Footsteps. There was footsteps behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. A boy. Teenager, perhaps.

-Red… he gasped in shock and awe. Red turned his head towards the trainer, looking at him, examining, calculating. The cold stare became too much for the trainer.

-What.. what do you want? His voice trembled with fear. But Red ignored the question and walked up to the altar, standing with his back to the ghost and trainer. He heard the unmistakable sound of the ghost pokemon behind him. Laughing, giggling. Plotting. A piercing scream tore through the tension. The trainer screamed out in pain as blood started running from his ears and eyes. The ghost pokemon drew closer, surrounded him. Then they lashed out with their claws and teeth, tearing his flesh from his bones. A voice reached out to the trainers mind, momentarily blocking out the ungodly scream.

“You have no honour, no respect… You treat pokemon like toys… For decades, I fought fools like you on top of Mt. Silver… It was always the same.. No love… No compassion… And you expect me to guide you… To teach you… How can you understand after so long, what you never understood to begin with… It’s so much simpler to just.. kill you.. kill all of you…” Red turned around. His eyes now flaming with hatred. The trainer screamed with what little life he had left as Red drove his fist right through the trainers chest.







-Dedicated to Red, may he always watch over the innocent ones-

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Credit to http://fyeahpokemoncreepypasta.tumblr.com/

higejolly wrote:

Moral: Don't tick off Red.

Nah, that wasn't it.

EDIT: Nvm idk what happened...I only know that wasn't it

Last edited by Lightseeker (2011-12-02 22:30:37)

Prolouge

The real time strategy game Red Alert was a total hit. It was released many times on many consoles which included the Sony PlayStation (and then later, the PSP and PlayStation 3). This version of the game, which was named Red Alert Retaliation, included Red Alert and all of it's expansion packs. It also had extras like FMVs (Full-Motion-Videos)  the infamous Giant Ant missions which could keep a gamer satisfied for hours on end. It was a great game.

But it held a secret. A terrible dark secret.

A few people may know of a certain "Soylent Green" cheat. This is activated through a sequence of buttons in the team select bar. Square X, Square X, Square X. This turns all ore into civilians. and ore collectors harvest them with grizly soud effects.

Soylent Green is a movie that was made in 1973. The outline of the plot is that it's an overpopulated world. Most of the population survive on rations made by the Soylent Coperation. There was Soylent Red, Soylent Yellow. The new one is Soylent green. To put it simply, Soylent Green is actually people crushed and made into rations. Thus famous movie quote which the main character says "Soylent Green is people!" is where it comes from.  This explains why the ore collectors harvest people as a reference to the film.


The mode itself is nothing out of the ordinary. Apart from the ore being replaced by civilians, the gameplay itself remains the same. It's the same great Red Alert experience. However few people have tried to activate the cheat again after the mode is activated. This is where the game loses it's innocence. I've found a report below.

Case 116 - Soylent Green

Case Subject 1. The only subject we have found so far is a 15 year old boy who was found in his Mother's house London. Dead. Reports say that he tried to kill himself with whatever he had - his bare hands. [REDACTED]

The police investigated his death. One thing that intrested them is what was in front of him - A PlayStation 3 and more intrestingly the latest history showed Red Alert: Retaliation was the last game he played and indeed, the last thing he ever did. An investigation was made into the developers but WestWood studios split. Nevertheless our investigators found and questioned each member, (See section 1A) though it came up with nothing except from one developer had recently gone missing. It's as if he vanished into thin air. His name was Charlton Heston. His friends and family were questioned (See section 1B - attatched) and this made a lot of progress.

Section 1b - Report made by Inspector Thrust
We first questioned his Brother. He seemed to be an average person with an average apartment and told us that he did programme the Soylent Green mode in the game. He was a fan of the game himself and he played it ever day. He liked to put on Solyant Green mode occasionally and said that he did it more often now that he vanished as it was sort of in memory of him. Of course, this didn't really help us A ring is a around the last sentance with a question mark next to it.

We then questioned his close friend, Joseph Cotton. He had a lot more to say. He, unlike Heston's brother, was a lot less friendly, his house a lot lot messy. He answered in short snappy sentances. He said "They closed down the company. Do you know why? Him! They were closed down because of that stupid thing." We pressed on as this person clearly had a lot to say even if he was being as unfriendly as possible. "You're police. You're smart. Soylent Green mode. Heard of the film? Let me bloody* spoil it for you. Soylent Green is people. People. Don't you get it? It's not the civilians in game it's..." He was cut off by a gunshot. Joseph Cotton was silenced. His final words were "Soylent Green...Soylent Yellow...Soylent..Red." To this day we have tried to track the gunman but to no progress. The shell is a simple 9mm bullet fired through the window and through Cotton's head. Tracing it would be like finding a needle in a haystack (see section 3A). A ring is around Cotton's final words

Unfortunatly we could not find any other leads. It seems that Heston was a quiet man who had no friends.

However we also have to heavily note that Charlton Heston's brother was found murdered in his appartment exactly the same way as Subject 1.

A note of resignation for Inspector Thrust is attatched


Dear Chief Inspector,

It is with regret that I resign. Good luck in the future.

-Thrust


Thrust was nowhere to be seen afterwards. He too had vanished.

We have concluded from Thrust's report that it is certainly the Soylent Green mode in Red Alert Retaliation that is causing these deaths. Subject 1 and now Subject 2, Charlton Heston's brother. The inspector's did what we could only do. Have 5 of them play the game themselves heavily investigating the mode. This proved ineffective however as within a week there were now 5 subjects all in the same way all with Red Alert Retaliation in front of them. The remaining 2 were perfectly fine though seemed surprised that 3 of their collegues had died. Both of them resigned, but unlike Thrust, they were occasionally seen to lead a normal after police life. One worked in a SuperMarket while the other started a family. Eventually we stopped watching them.

So it seems that the investigation has gone cold. There are no leads. But then we had another subject which the same injuries, the same game, this time on the PlayStationPortable, but we also found a notebook. It seems that Subject 6 was investigating the mode himself. In his notebook led to exactly the same where the police got. However as it got to the middle the writing changed. It got more jumpy. Then it turned into scribbles. Some were just total blackouts of black. The last page said exactly as Joseph Cotton had said. Soylent Green, Soylent Yellow, Soylent Red. It also said "Soylent Red is people!" a change from the quote from the movie.

Another peice of evidence was a video recorder. The battery was flat. After replacing it, they found the memory was full. It only contained one recording. Subject 6 was regogniseable to be filming it. He said nothing. He was dressed in what he was when he was found dead. Without a word he started to play Red Alert retaliation. The screen could not be seen as not only was he playing on a PSP, but he was diliberatly making sure the video recorder didn't tape it. A game was loaded up. He activated the cheat

"Soylent Green"

He muttered to himself his voice barely audable. It was clear that he was insane. He shivered and shaked. He activated the cheat again.

"Soylent Yellow"

The game changed. Hellmerch really was a march of hell. Hellish sounds could be heard the explosion of a tank could of been the noise the devil makes. He kept playing but still shook uncontrollably.

"Soylent... Red"

The game stopped. Time stood still. Screaming. Both from the game and the Subject. Now he was shaking out of his bones going uncontrollable. He then killed himself exactly as the other subjects did.

So now we know what has caused the death of the first subject. However a final frame of the video showed the words written in simply text. SECRET. Here I encourage though the game can be damaging it would be safer not to make this public or persue this case any more. I've seen Soylent Yellow and I think that my mind was stable only just not to activate Red.

END OF REPORT

So this is Soylent Red. I too encourage you. If you are going to play the Soylent Green mode, whatever you do, don't activate it again!

Last edited by Stickman704 (2011-12-03 11:20:27)

That Soylent Green story thing I read up there was good, but there was a guy named Charlton Heston who had no friends.

Um...the real Charlton Heston was an extremely famous actor. 

nightmarescratcher wrote:

banana500 wrote:

That Soylent Green story thing I read up there was good, but there was a guy named Charlton Heston who had no friends.

Um...the real Charlton Heston was an extremely famous actor. 

BTW, being famous doesn't really mean you have friends.

- Yeah couldn't think of a name so I went with actors from the movie itself 

trekkie2000 wrote:

Quick question about Tic Tok.
You said "watched them crawl to my aid"
Doesnt that mean they're trying to help you?

The character that is talking is red, and i think the author means that they want red to help the trainers.

Pneumonia wrote:

(I did not write this)
Fingernails

o3o Thats really creepy. Where did you get it from?

One i wrote a while ago. It was so great, Somelia wrote a epic sequel to it. Here is the topic it is from.

The Evil Record


Once a kid bought a rolling stones record. He played the record at least 50 times.His parents tell him its time for bed.

In the morning he wakes up to find one of his teddy bears is replaced with a asian doll. He throws the doll across his room, and goes into the music room to play the stones record. The record was Some Girls, which the cover has a bunch of pictures of famous woman from when it came out (1978? or '79?) He picks up the record, and the normal picture of the girls faces and the fake price labels starts to turn dark, And the picture of the girl with the 1st song title below it (Miss You) starts to turn into the picture of the doll. The lights go out, and the doll is hanging, and the boy screams at the top of his lungs, "MOM AND DAD"! And they come and see the doll. They get scared, and move,
Without the doll. The house was blocked, and the neighborhood was immediantly shut down.

Later, some adventurers went into the house and when they entered the boy's room.
They heard "YOU'RE NEXT" with a laugh like all evil masters. They dissapeared forever.

Last edited by Animeboy975 (2011-12-04 18:24:55)

Lightseeker wrote:

Pneumonia wrote:

(I did not write this)
Fingernails

o3o Thats really creepy. Where did you get it from?

youtube.

mattb777 wrote:

trekkie2000 wrote:

My friend said "I just watched the most messed up thing ever!" He sent me this link
O.o

Green is not a creative color!

if you think it is you will have your heart violently ripped out by a hairy red monster who will proceed to cover it in glitter,

GLaDOS2 wrote:

SCREW THE RULES, I DON'T HAVE A HEART - JUST A BATTERY THAT FINALLY GOT FIXED!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~green is a creative color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

... o3o