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helltank wrote:

This is a creepypasta dedicated to Xbox360fan, for winning my Creepypasta Competition.
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  Pokemon Sapphire. Non of the new pokemon in Black and White. Non of the fancy "legendary pokemon evolution" stuff. Just a pure, summon your pokemon and fight already, don't go digging for some dumb item in your enormous bagpack. My favorite sort of pokemon game.

  I bought a copy on Ebay, where you can buy literally anything, up to and including illegal Skorpion Missiles. I jammed it into my old Gameboy, switched it on, skipped the Gamefreak intro screen, and got straight to new game. I sighed in relief when I saw that there were no saved games, because I'm an avid creepypasta fan and it would have spoiled the game, knowing that it might be a creepypasta'd version.

  I selected new game, then broke the world record for tapping a button when I saw the dreaded Professor Oak "what is pokemon anyway" part. I set my name as Xbox360fan and selected boy as a gender. I breezed through the beginning, destroying everyone with my Mudkip(and its later evolutions) until I reached the Elite Four.

  I hated the Elite Four. They had pokemon levels that actually provided a decent challenge, and elements that could wipe out my Swampert. But I managed to stay alive by spamming potions and stuff. Then I fought Cradily. My Swampert was obiliterated quickly by its Giga Drain. I was down to my last pokemon. Kyogre had been defeated earlier, and Crobat was a fossil. That left Hariyama, which always creeped me out.

  Don't ask me why. It just does. Of course, Hariyama had to be the pokemon that I caught but hadn't used until now(hey, I caught it at Victory Road after all), and the cursed pokemon. I knew immediately from its movelist. I should have quit right then, but didn't. Because it didn't have any moves... except Self Destruct.

  Nervously, I used Self Destruct. The effect was instantaneous. The Hariyama exploded, taking Cradily along with it. As Cradily was the last pokemon the champion, Steve, had, I assumed I would exit to the part where my rival rushes in to give me advice but comes to late and epic fails. I didn't.

  I stared at the blank battle screen, and suddenly Steve and my character came on it. A textbox appeared. Steve:You killed your Hariyama. I knew I was in trouble, but continued anyway. Steve:You chose to use self destruct just to win this battle. You don't have respect for your pokemon. It's my job to stop that. I pressed the button. Xbox360fan:How...? My trainer spoke. The character can't speak... Steve used Curse!

  My eyes widened in panic and I hurled the Gameboy out the window. Then I recovered from my panic and saw that the Gameboy was without a scratch, even though my apartment block was about seven stories high. Then I saw a boy, around 13 like me, go around the corner, pick up the Gameboy, examine it, and put it in his bag, seeming happy that he had found a free pokemon game and a way to play it.

  I had passed on the Curse.

WOW! You look like a real expert on these things!

they're all the same these days;
buy glitched copy.
game speaks to you.
get rid of it/never play it again
fin.

Last edited by 08jackt (2011-02-14 08:46:54)

One time I threw something out the window. Don't ask what it was.

08jackt wrote:

they're all the same these days;
buy glitched copy.
game speaks to you.
get rid of it/never play it again
fin.

OR...

There's some demonic entity that posseses the cartridge.

If you ask me, the only video game creepypasta I've read that has that kind of plot is the Haunted Majora's Mask one (which happens to be my fave creepypasta of all time).

that was too long

i didn't read it