Scratch

Axe, Candle, Rope

Pokemon Red and Green versions began development in 1989, and were considered complete and fit for release in 1995. It took a long time, because of the problems surfacing along the way. These were considered at the time to be due to the game being on the cutting-edge of new technology, because the programmers were overcoming bugs nobody had to work around before.

In 1992-1993, when the first playable sections of the game were complete in alpha form, is what started the long struggle. HM moves didn’t exist at this point, instead, the player had to use items to get around. For example, the “surfboard” item allowed the player to surf across water.  This item was still in the programming when the Beta version was released, and some more hardcore gamers managed to hack it into the game again.  Instead of “cut”, the player would use the item “axe” on trees. Instead of “flash” you would use a “candle”. The “escape rope” was supposed to be replaced by the move Dig, for some reason though that item wasn’t removed.
It made perfect sense, and seemed to work just fine until one of the alpha version testers used the candle inside a building. The screen fogged up, the “smoke screen” attack animation covering everything. A text box appeared saying “Hurry, get away”. 
The door sound played, the character would be returned to the overworld, the building would be blackened and un-enterable.
The Axe, worked perfectly for removing the small trees. It also worked on people. And some sections of the fence that hemmed in the entire playable world. Upon using the Axe on a human NPC, the sprite would vanish, and be replaced by a small patch of dark pixels. This looked most like the blood it represented in red version, and just slightly odd in green.
It became a morbid joke among the testers, who all assumed these things were programmed in just to try and spook them, and that these things would of course be removed from the final versions. They were. Mostly. 
Escape Rope was considered a step too far by some. Upon standing facing a doorway, if you were to select and use the escape rope, it would form a noose and the player character would be hung from it! The only way to get out of this was to switch the game off and continue from the last save.
One of the testers left and a new person hired in his place. The new guy didn’t much like the sick jokes the programmers played on the testers. The others laughed it off, told him not to be so touchy. But he insisted that these were children’s games, and the programmers shouldn’t be adding these things, even if they were only temporary, or meant as a joke.  That was so long ago, I’ve forgotten his name. It was Kenta.. or something. He complained to the higher-ups about the ‘added extras’, and some of the programmers were questioned and one was even fired over the incident. The claim was that they were deliberately wasting time and resources.
To be fair, by this time we had music and basic sound effects in the game which made the extra effects that little more gruesome. Using the Axe on a person, would trigger a high pitched squealing sound along with the disappearance and puddle of blood.
Burning buildings had an added repetitive crackling sound effect that imitated fire to the best of the old technology’s ability, and a singular crack would play when the Escape rope was used.
None of the programmers actually owned up to putting the dark extras in, they all claimed to have never seen them before, but they began to suspect each other, realising their jobs were on the line, and claimed to have suspicions about each other. Who knows if that programmer that was fired actually did have anything to do with it? It was decided that the items would be scrapped entirely, and HM moves were invented to enable the player to progress instead. The remaining programmers found a lot of trouble trying to erase the items from the code, and resorted to burying them, making them unusable or inaccessible. The effect was the same as erasing them, wasn’t it?
It worked. The whole incident was forgotten. Until the Beta versions were released to the public and hackers started taking an interest in the game’s coding.
There were the famous incidents surrounding lavender town, and the music that so badly affected younger players.  There were one or two cases in which hackers had uncovered the buried items in the games coding, and the disturbing images that came with them combined with the overall music caused them to completely lose themselves. It was all covered up, mostly. Almost no records of what happened exist but I remember hearing on the news back then that a high school student had taken an axe to her classmates, she’d pulverised them as much as possible into indistinguishable puddles of human flesh.
Her surviving friends said she had become obsessed with her new Pokémon game in the time leading up to the attack. One of them, interviewed for a TV news bulletin described the girl as “like a maniac for Pokémon. She was always excited about secrets in the games”.
The axe wielding girl was of course hospitalised. She never spoke to anyone, but the nurses that took care of her claimed to hear her humming a tune at night. They said it was creepy and unsettling, the tune made them uncomfortable. The girl will be in her 30’s by now, hopefully still somewhere secure.
An older fan of the games’ office building burned down just months after the incident with the girl and the axe. It was mostly played off by the media as a tragic accident. Fire is quite a common risk in old multi story buildings full of paperwork after all. The strange thing was that only the one man survived, he had, apparently left the building almost pre-emptively, blocking doors behind him as he went. All the police could figure out about the fire was that it had started in the stationary cupboard, where someone had apparently left a box of candles, the only evidence of which was a pool of melted wax among the charred shelves and debris. He claimed to be shocked and horrified by the tragedy, saying he had nothing to do with it. He was under suspicion though and the police found several boxes of candles and a few hacked and edited copies of Pokémon red and green in his apartment. I don’t remember what happened to him after that, if he was convicted of arson or not. I remember a news bulletin on TV showing a burned game cartridge supposedly found in the man’s home.
There were more, all hushed up and forgotten with time.  But with the modern world’s computer technology and game roms and so on, there is a real risk that someone might be able to uncover these items again.. unless in newer versions the old alpha coding was successfully removed but nobody would have been looking for it in order to do so would they?
The thought terrifies me. I don’t think I can handle seeing these things happen again, knowing I was part of it, that someone might eventually find me and question me. The music plays in my ears every day, that tinny pulse of lavender town and although I’ve survived this long, it is time to end the struggle. I’m writing this as a warning to anyone who may read it. Don’t go looking for the buried items. My Escape Rope is waiting.

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Credit to http://fyeahpokemoncreepypasta.tumblr.com/ for the story...

mattb777 wrote:

GameCube
I should've known it was too good to be true. I may have been able to avoid my death.

I saw a great deal on a GameCube and Super Mario Sunshine bundle back in 2002. I happily used the system for 10 years, until everything changed for the worse. Here is the story of my death on the fateful day of January 6, 2012.

It was a nice Friday afternoon. I had returned from a murder trial. I was well-known for getting suspected criminals out of very sticky situations. Too bad I couldn't help myself from the stickiest situation of all. I had started playing Mario Kart, but I soon got bored. I plowed through 4 Mario Party games and many other games. I stopped at old Super Mario Sunshine. I hadn't played for years because I got frustratingly stuck on Eely Mouth. I blew the dust off of the disk and began.

I started plowing through levels I had not finished for some reason. I beat all 8 episodes in Bianco Hills, then Pinna Park, then Gelato Beach, Ricco Harbor, Sirena Beach, and ending with Pianta Village. I then decided to take on Eely Mouth.

I got to Noki Bay. I entered the boss fight and got ready. I found Eely surprisingly easy. I easily completed the next two episodes. I heard a strange noise as I selected the Shadow Mario episode, knowing that Delfino Plaza would flood when I completed this level. I heard louder strange noises as I beat the chase.

When I should have gone back to Delfino Plaza, the game froze. An eerily creepy face appeared on the screen, then sparks flew. The house began to flood VERY fast. I was soon stuck in a house completely submerged in water. I couldn't escape. I should've known that the windows were easily breakable. I could've saved my life.

The seller of that GameCube, "buythisjunknow", is still selling cursed GameCubes, Wiis, X-Box 360s, and Playstaion 3s. You never know if you meet a terrible fate, like I did on January 6, 2012.

I never knew I was in any danger before it was too late.

Reposting, plus adding a sentence.

Is everything on this thread bad fanfiction?
Can you get on MC, notbob

soupoftomato wrote:

Is everything on this thread bad fanfiction?
Can you get on MC, notbob

I'm on EOTB right now.

soupoftomato wrote:

Is everything on this thread bad fanfiction?
Can you get on MC, notbob

Nothing I posted was fanfiction

mattb777 wrote:

GameCube
I should've known it was too good to be true. I may have been able to avoid my death.

I saw a great deal on a GameCube and Super Mario Sunshine bundle back in 2002. I happily used the system for 10 years, until everything changed for the worse. Here is the story of my death on the fateful day of January 6, 2012.

It was a nice Friday afternoon. I had returned from a murder trial. I was well-known for getting suspected criminals out of very sticky situations. Too bad I couldn't help myself from the stickiest situation of all. I had started playing Mario Kart, but I soon got bored. I plowed through 4 Mario Party games and many other games. I stopped at old Super Mario Sunshine. I hadn't played for years because I got frustratingly stuck on Eely Mouth. I blew the dust off of the disk and began.

I started plowing through levels I had not finished for some reason. I beat all 8 episodes in Bianco Hills, then Pinna Park, then Gelato Beach, Ricco Harbor, Sirena Beach, and ending with Pianta Village. I then decided to take on Eely Mouth.

I got to Noki Bay. I entered the boss fight and got ready. I found Eely surprisingly easy. I easily completed the next two episodes. I heard a strange noise as I selected the Shadow Mario episode, knowing that Delfino Plaza would flood when I completed this level. I heard louder strange noises as I beat the chase.

When I should have gone back to Delfino Plaza, the game froze. An eerily creepy face appeared on the screen, then sparks flew. The house began to flood VERY fast. I was soon stuck in a house completely submerged in water. I couldn't escape. I should've known that the windows were easily breakable. I could've saved my life.

The seller of that GameCube, "buythisjunknow", is still selling cursed GameCubes, Wiis, X-Box 360s, and Playstaion 3s. You never know if you meet a terrible fate, like I did on January 6, 2012.

That was...awesome.

NeilWest wrote:

Animeboy975 wrote:

mattb777 wrote:

GameCube
I should've known it was too good to be true. I may have been able to avoid my death.

I saw a great deal on a GameCube and Super Mario Sunshine bundle back in 2002. I happily used the system for 10 years, until everything changed for the worse. Here is the story of my death on the fateful day of January 6, 2012.

It was a nice Friday afternoon. I had returned from a murder trial. I was well-known for getting suspected criminals out of very sticky situations. Too bad I couldn't help myself from the stickiest situation of all. I had started playing Mario Kart, but I soon got bored. I plowed through 4 Mario Party games and many other games. I stopped at old Super Mario Sunshine. I hadn't played for years because I got frustratingly stuck on Eely Mouth. I blew the dust off of the disk and began.

I started plowing through levels I had not finished for some reason. I beat all 8 episodes in Bianco Hills, then Pinna Park, then Gelato Beach, Ricco Harbor, Sirena Beach, and ending with Pianta Village. I then decided to take on Eely Mouth.

I got to Noki Bay. I entered the boss fight and got ready. I found Eely surprisingly easy. I easily completed the next two episodes. I heard a strange noise as I selected the Shadow Mario episode, knowing that Delfino Plaza would flood when I completed this level. I heard louder strange noises as I beat the chase.

When I should have gone back to Delfino Plaza, the game froze. An eerily creepy face appeared on the screen, then sparks flew. The house began to flood VERY fast. I was soon stuck in a house completely submerged in water. I couldn't escape. I should've known that the windows were easily breakable. I could've saved my life.

The seller of that GameCube, "buythisjunknow", is still selling cursed GameCubes, Wiis, X-Box 360s, and Playstaion 3s. You never know if you meet a terrible fate, like I did on January 6, 2012.

That was...awesome.

It had everything! GameCubes, Mario, drowning...

Actually, you forgot BE- ...........YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT.

Luke121 wrote:

I'm still waiting and hoping no one post a link to "Cupcakes".

You're using reverse psychology, aren't you.
Well I won't.

You guys never appreciate my scary, homemade stories. Here's one more:

Sit Comfortably by NeilWest

A light lit up in front of me, I covered my eyes due to the unexpected light. Two detectives confronted me, the reason, I did not know of. They sat down in front of me calmly and started to ask me what my name was. I answered, "John West." They stared at each other, then moved on to the next question. They held up a notebook and passed it to me. They gave me some time to flick through it, "Bring back any memories?" After a bit of flicking, I saw one of the many cartoons I drew. It was horrifying.

What made it worse was I remembered something, about drawing the cartoon. It was coming back to me. I was designing the latest addition to my highly successful web comic. It had around 1 million subscribers in it's first month. It was about a man named Sam who got into loads of situations. It grew famous after I recommended it to a friend who recommended it to their friend and etc. etc.

This one was about Sam in the cinema. As far as I got to, Sam had sat down and the film had just began. I was thinking of a comical message on the screen when the message wrote by itself, 'Sit comfortably.' I was a little alarmed but still, at least I didn't have to do anything. So the story continued on with Sam sitting comfortably.

In my mind I was thinking about if Sam might sit down comfortably and he is sucked into his seat. Then it happened again. The comic drew itself. This though was a little more gory than I pictured. Sam was sucked down but all that remained was a bloody limb, for Sam was torn to pieces by the chair. I could tell because blood dripped from the chair.

I couldn't stand it. I threw the notepad in the bin and went to the cinema. Coincidentally, I sat in front of a man who looked similarly to Sam. He even ordered the same snacks as him. Then a message appeared on the screen, it read, 'Sit Comfortably.' And the man in front of me relaxed.

He then started to sink into his chair, the pressure tearing his limbs apart. I nearly vomited and ran out of the cinema. The cops grew suspicious and chased me back home. They cornered me and asked me if I was in connection with the death and I said, "No, but what was his name?"

They answered, "All we know is he was called Sam. He's been in alot of sticky situations." I told them what happened and they searched the house and found the notepad. They said, "Are you the guy who does the Sam comic?" I said, "Yes." Then they found my comic that I had worked on eariler that day.

"You planned this?" I said no, but there was more comics further on. Each reflected on past un-answered murders. They knocked me out. And then we come to now where I'm face to face with the detectives. "What a story. And the lie detector is saying it's all true."

I felt as if I was innocent in their eyes, but they said they'll investigate further into the story and come to a conclusion. I went home and looked at my notepad, I opened it at the comic after the murder one. It had four panels. The first had a man who looked distinctively like me, the second had a man go behind him. The next had the man who looked like me turn around, see the man and the last showed the man knife him.

I turned around in confusion and saw a man, who looked the same as the man in the cinema, he had a grin and knifed me. The police considered it suicide until they too foresaw their own deaths in the comic. They were too late.

Well?

Last edited by NeilWest (2012-01-19 13:32:09)

Alternatives wrote:

Luke121 wrote:

I'm still waiting and hoping no one post a link to "Cupcakes".

Haven't read that before.

Link someone please

DON'T DO IT. YOU'LL VOMIT AFTER THE FIRST 4 PARAGRAPHS. "The stench of urine spread through her mucus-caked nostrils". UGGH.

Hilbert’s Misery

The Shade

Hilbert found himself in a lonely dream. Blacks, purples, and horrific colors swirled around his vision in a cloud of terror. Then he saw it. It looked faintly like a Zoroark, yet its eyes glowed a terrifying red, and its claws were sharper than butcher knives. It rushed towards his dream self and began to tear it apart. Hilbert screamed in agony as he felt the Zoroark’s claws tear into his dream self, sending shocks of pain that were all too real through his body. Zoroark’s jaws locked onto his dream self’s neck, and Hilbert passed back into a dreamless, fitful sleep as his dream self writhed in the throes of death.

Fear not what’s before you, but fear what’s behind you. That cloud could hold your worst nightmare.

Freedom At Last

Hilbert awoke from the dream, and walked outside. He sent out his favorite Pokemon, a Hydreigon. He walked throughout the forest of Route 1 with his trusty partner, and he, with a content sigh, let the memories of their victories together flash through his mind. Everything, from its capture as a Deino in Victory Road, to its valiant stand against the powerful members of the Elite Four, the capture of Reshiram, the battle against N and Ghetsis, and even the legendary Trainer Red. All this passed through his mind as he walked in Route 1. But, he heard a roar, and he saw his Hydreigon crying somewhat, and its body seemed to be fading. “Hydreigon, NO! You can’t go like this…please! No!” Hydreigon cried, and locked onto its master for the last time as its eyes suddenly flashed to a dead and dull black, and Hydreigon faded away, leaving Hilbert sobbing on the grass.

Goodbye, Master. Can you see it? I’m free forever…Goodbye.

Vicious

Hilbert, having returned to Nuvema Town, laid in his bed, screaming into his pillow at the loss of the partner he had loved, cared for, and would’ve died for. All that work, all that caring, snatched away from him in an instant. He still couldn’t believe it. Hydreigon had gone, Hydreigon was dead. No more friendly walks, no more battles against the most powerful trainers, no more of any of it.

Hilbert, finally having decided to walk downstairs, did so, and shortly after, he heard a series of screams, followed by terrifying roars. He was quick to rush outside, and look for the source. He saw a blur of red and black rush by him, and it was quick to rip apart Cheren, poor boy. Cheren’s body was shredded in an instant, gore spraying on the turf. His lifeless form collapsed on the ground as the thing turned towards Hilbert, and growled. It prodded him with one of it’s arms, and he noticed how disturbingly it looked like…a Hydreigon. The thing screamed and flew away, and Hilbert covered his ears as the horrid screech still rattled in his brain. It was too suspicious. All in all, everyone had been mauled and slaughtered. Cheren, the Junipers, his mother…all dead. He heard a faint, rattling breath behind him, and he saw a badly hurt Bianca meander towards him, blood dripping from her wounds.

“B-Bianca…?” He watched her fall, and he was quick to catch her. Her green eyes fluttered halfway shut, fear and pain deep inside them. He stroked her bloodied hair, murmuring, “You’re going to be alright, I know you will, please…s-stay…w-with me…” His voice began to crack as Bianca’s breathing began to become shallow. “N-no…don’t…go…” He kissed the dying girl softly, her eyes widening slightly. She accepted it, and as he pulled away, she reached up and touched his face. She rasped, “I…I…love you…Hilbert.” With those last words, her eyes shut, and Hilbert bowed his head in grief as Bianca died in his arms.

Something’s out there killing the townspeople…can you hunt it down, Hilbert?

Bugged

Hilbert walked away from the wreck that had once been the serene Nuvema Town, fear and pain mingling in his heart. His innocence had been torn away from him in that place, the people he knew and loved killed before his eyes, and Bianca…He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and continued onward. Through every town he walked, people stared at his blood-soaked clothes as he walked by. Eventually, he reached the sprawling metropolis of Castelia City, and he sat on a bench. He watched the boats and Swanna go by, and the sun was beginning to set. “Ah…so beautiful…just like…Bianca…” A lump formed in his throat as tears clouded his vision. He was torn apart at her loss, and he began to weep as passersby gave him odd looks.

“Hey, Hilbert! You look like something’s wrong with you!” A rugged, familiar voice called out to him, and Hilbert turned his head. Alder, former champion of Unova before Hilbert had taken his place. Alder sat next to Hilbert, and patted him on the back. “I heard about what happened in Nuvema Town. Sorry to hear about everything that happened…but hey, it’ll be alright.” Hilbert simply sighed.

“Anyways, my Volcarona seems to have escaped. I need someone to help me find it, and naturally, I thought of you. Can you help me find it, Hilbert?” Hilbert looked over at Alder, and said, “Yeah. I’ll be glad.” Alder smiled and patted Hilbert on the back. “Good, then shall we get going?” “Yeah.”

Their long and arduous search for Alder’s Volcarona took them through the darkest of caves, the deepest of valleys, and even in Dragonspiral Tower. Eventually, they came to rest at Victory Road. “Hey, Hilbert?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that over there…?” Alder trailed off as a high-pitched buzz filled the air. Suddenly, something clouded by yellow and purple shot forward and slammed into Alder. The former champion grappled with it as it savagely attacked him. Blood was dripping on the floor of the cave. A Bug Buzz sent Alder back against the cave wall, and suddenly, Alder’s throat was clouded by a fog of red as he sunk down against the cave wall. The thing blasted by Hilbert, knocking him on his rear. Hilbert stood and ran over to Alder. “Hilbert…that thing…was my Volcarona…Why…would it betray me like this…?” With that, Alder’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the blood loss took his life. Hilbert stood, silent, as he walked out of Victory Road.

Alder’s Volcarona has attacked and killed him. Find it and exterminate at all costs, Hilbert.

Perfect Insanity

Hilbert walked to the top of Victory Road, ready to lay down and shrivel up. In one day, everything that had made him feel safe had been torn away from him. His Hydreigon, Bianca and Nuvema Town, and now Alder. He picked up a knife from the ground, and put it in his coat pocket. He didn’t care that it poked his side, he welcomed the pain. He stepped into the Elite Four’s chambers, uncaring that everyone had been slaughtered beforehand. He stepped onto the statue, and let it take him to the temple steps. He walked up towards the Greek-esque hall, and its radiance was as brilliant as ever. He stepped inside, and what he saw surprised him.

The Hydreigon that had brutalized his town, and the Volcarona that had slew Alder, slumbered. He walked towards Hydreigon, and with a terrifying scream, stabbed into its face with his knife. Hydreigon roared in pain as blood streaked down its face. “YOU…TORE IT ALL AWAY!” He slit the throats of its lesser heads. “THAT’S WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE EVERYTHING YOU LOVE DESTORYED IN AN INSTANT!” He tossed Hydreigon to the floor, and grabbed Volcarona. He gouged out its eyes, screaming, “AND YOU! YOU KILLED ALDER! ONE OF THE FEW MEN I COULD RESPECT WAS SLAIN BY YOU! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE!” He slit its throat, and as Volcarona seized on the floor, he walked over to Hydreigon.

You tore it all away…my friends, my love…all ripped away…

He stabbed Hydreigon in the throat, finishing it. He grinned, and laughed maniacally. Then, he looked towards the entrance, flipped the blade towards him, and stabbed himself in the heart.

…and now, I’ll do the same to YOU.

END.

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Credit to http://fyeahpokemoncreepypasta.tumblr.com/ for the story.

Last edited by Lightseeker (2012-01-21 12:55:44)

A Retelling of a Classic Scary Story (That’s a Way of Saying You’ve Probably All Heard Before)
Didn’t want the internet version so I rewrote it myself, some details may change

    There was once an old woman named Ethel who lived in a little gray house, with dark shuttered windows and dead ivy that made its face look miserable and skeleton-like. It was so far away from anything else that one might imagine the house was so sad because it had gotten lost one day and never quite found its way home. Ethel lived alone except for her dog, whom she never named; he was simply Dog and she was simply Ethel.
    It did get lonely sometimes for them. But she had Dog’s company, and Dog had Ethel’s. When Ethel was lonely at night, she had only to put out her hand to feel the reassuring cold, snuffling nose and warm wet tongue of Dog. And when Dog was lonely at night, he had only to whimper to feel Ethel’s reassuring warm hand.
    One cold night Ethel stirred, hearing Dog’s soft whimper. She put out her hand; the whimpering stopped, and she felt a tongue lick her hand. She pulled her hand back under the warmth of the quilt and tried to drift off again.
    However, once again she heard Dog whimper. “Dog?” she whispered. The whimper came again. Eyes closed, yawning, she stretched out her hand for Dog to lick; she felt a tongue again on her palm, and went back to sleep.
    The third time, Ethel was so tired that she didn’t reach out. The whimpering continued, louder. After a long time, there was silence, and Ethel settled back into a deep, peaceful sleep.
    That morning Dog wasn’t in the room. Ethel thought he must have gone out into the kitchen for breakfast. She decided to take a bath first, as she did every morning, and headed for the bathroom. Curiously, coming from behind the door was a drip… drip… dripping noise. She wondered if the tub was leaking. And plumbers were so far away. She sighed and tried the door.
    It was locked.
    How strange, Ethel thought. She never locked the door; living alone, there was never any need to. She pulled a hairpin from the box on her beside table and attempted to unlock it. All the time the drip… drip… dripping noise never stopped. There was a quiet click, that somehow sounded like a soft note of menace. Ethel opened the door and screamed.
    The window had been shattered. Blood was splattered everywhere. A knife driven through Dog’s bloodstained tail held him limply up on the wall, and written on the mirror in red was a message: “HuManS CaN liCK tOo, ETheL.”