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kenzthewenz wrote:

777w wrote:

kenzthewenz wrote:

That's kinda rude...

But, seriously, Chicken?

Based off of a true story. I named it Chicken because of it's colors. DEAL WITH IT.

You could've changed the name to fit da story. Chicken isn't really a name to use in a horror story, unless it's comedy horror.

kenzthewenz wrote:

777w wrote:

kenzthewenz wrote:

Based off of a true story. I named it Chicken because of it's colors. DEAL WITH IT.

You could've changed the name to fit da story. Chicken isn't really a name to use in a horror story, unless it's comedy horror.

Well, dude..... it's MY story!!! And MY game!!! So I don't HAVE to change it!!

Hey, cool down boy.
I'm just givin me opinion.

kenzthewenz wrote:

777w wrote:

kenzthewenz wrote:

Well, dude..... it's MY story!!! And MY game!!! So I don't HAVE to change it!!

Hey, cool down boy.
I'm just givin me opinion.

MY NAME IS KENZIE. I. AM. A. GIIIIIIIRL.

WELL.
PARDON ME FRENCH.
I cannot haz known da name Kenzie until now.

kenzthewenz wrote:

777w wrote:

kenzthewenz wrote:

MY NAME IS KENZIE. I. AM. A. GIIIIIIIRL.

WELL.
PARDON ME FRENCH.
I cannot haz known da name Kenzie until now.

*facepalm* IT WAS IN MY STORY. PAY ATTENTION.

I'm sorry, but to tell you the honest truth, I didn't really pay attention to dat.
SERIOUSLY IM FDGBVFHFGHVCGN CG BHF HFG ARF FSGFG

A creepypasta! (Not Pokemon)

UNTITLED

"So, tell me, Mr. Maellard McMillan," the psychiatrist said as he sat down on a chair in front of a bald man with pale skin and gray eyes, "why did you suddenly turn into a deranged mass murderer if you are a very generous man in general?"

The balding man looked at the psychiatrist with cold eyes and stared into his chest, not answering.

"I asked you a question, Mr. McMillan."

"That part of my life has past now--it can never be recovered," replied Maellard flatly.

"But you had such a good personality before."

"Don't say that word."

"Before?"

"Do not say it!" Maellard hissed fiercely.

"I'm sorry, but I want to know why you suddenly changed into such an insane man?"

Maellard was shaking a little bit, and his mouth formed a crooked smile as he whispered, "I'm not insane..."

"Mr. McMillan, please," said the psychiatrist. "Was it because of your wife's untimely death? She was killed by a serial killer, am I correct?"

Maellard stared at him, and nodded.

"Was it because of this that--"

Maellard jumped off of his seat and tackled the psychiatrist to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his throat. "WHY SHOULD YOU NEED TO KNOW?" he screamed. "SHE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE--BUT THE REST OF YOU DO!" The psychiatrist tried cried for help but the relentless fingers of Maellard wouldn't let him. Finally his eyes rolled upwards and he fell dead on the bleak white floor.

A couple of guards burst through the doors, holding guns. "What happened here?" They pointed the guns at Maellard. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

But Maellard only replied with a low laugh, weak and malicious, as his eyes turned from green to bloodred....
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I didn't really like this story actually--wasn't very well developed. Oh well.

banana500 wrote:

A creepypasta! (Not Pokemon)

UNTITLED

"So, tell me, Mr. Maellard McMillan," the psychiatrist said as he sat down on a chair in front of a bald man with pale skin and gray eyes, "why did you suddenly turn into a deranged mass murderer if you are a very generous man in general?"

The balding man looked at the psychiatrist with cold eyes and stared into his chest, not answering.

"I asked you a question, Mr. McMillan."

"That part of my life has past now--it can never be recovered," replied Maellard flatly.

"But you had such a good personality before."

"Don't say that word."

"Before?"

"Do not say it!" Maellard hissed fiercely.

"I'm sorry, but I want to know why you suddenly changed into such an insane man?"

Maellard was shaking a little bit, and his mouth formed a crooked smile as he whispered, "I'm not insane..."

"Mr. McMillan, please," said the psychiatrist. "Was it because of your wife's untimely death? She was killed by a serial killer, am I correct?"

Maellard stared at him, and nodded.

"Was it because of this that--"

Maellard jumped off of his seat and tackled the psychiatrist to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his throat. "WHY SHOULD YOU NEED TO KNOW?" he screamed. "SHE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE--BUT THE REST OF YOU DO!" The psychiatrist tried cried for help but the relentless fingers of Maellard wouldn't let him. Finally his eyes rolled upwards and he fell dead on the bleak white floor.

A couple of guards burst through the doors, holding guns. "What happened here?" They pointed the guns at Maellard. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

But Maellard only replied with a low laugh, weak and malicious, as his eyes turned from green to bloodred....
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I didn't really like this story actually--wasn't very well developed. Oh well.

hmm. not your best story, but it was ok, i geuss. didnt have much mystery too it though...

Bump

 Nice job turning an annoying internet phenomenon into a creepypasta. No sarcasm, by the way. Really, good job. I like the part about Rachel being the wise girl, and how you never elaborate on that mysterious "Normals" comment.

                     ~xoxOxox~ The Demons That Haunt My Mind ~xoxOxox~
  One rectangular, white, unblemished envelope. Can you believe it? Nobody gets snail mail any more. Email is the king nowadays. But whatever, I thought. I tried to prise it open, but it was sealed tight. What's the point of an envelope that's sealed tight? I turned it around in my hands, trying to find an opening.
  Instead, I found a message, scrawled in an untidy red pen on the back of the envelope. "Bring this to Cox Orchard." Five simple words. One simple instruction. I could do it, easily. I passed by the place every weekday, on the way home from school. I waved to the owner, Farmer Monday, every weekday, on the way home from school.
  But I didn't follow the instruction. Who was this mysterious guy with bad handwriting who could order me around? I tossed the envelope in the trash, then a thought struck me:I forgot to open the envelope itself. I fished it out of the bin and grabbed a penknife, carefully slicing open the top half of the envelope.
  It contained a single blank sheet of paper. That was it? Nothing else? Annoyed, I threw the envelope-and the sheet-away for the second time.
  I can't remember, but I think it was the next Monday that the first one started to appear. Yeah, the day I received the envelope was... Friday? Anyway, the first one was on Monday. Scared the living daylights out of me when I saw this boy, all red like his entire body was covered in red paint, floating over my bed and holding an expression of infinite sadness. I got the impression he was trying to tell me something.
  I called my parents, but they just looked straight through him and then looked strangely at me, like I needed an eye doctor, or maybe a psychiatrist. My mother mumbled something about nightmares.
  Unnerved, I went to school, casting a wary eye over Cox Orchard as I did so. I didn't wave to Farmer Monday like I always did. I couldn't focus at school. I handed up my English essay to my Math teacher, and mixed up limewater with ether during Science class.
  When I went back home, the boy was still there.
  I'll spare you the agony of the following weeks, in which more and more of the red floating demonic things crowded my room, even spilling over into the hallway. Some were boys, some were girls, all looked around my age and each one had a different face.
  I was forced to walk straight through the sad faces of the children as they stared unblinkingly at me.
  It was two months, three days and 5 hours since the first demon when the pain started. It originated from my head, like a baseball bat had smashed me there. It slowly spread over my body, growing in intensity. My parents were very worried, and sent me to various doctors, all of which were convinced I had an overactive imagination.
  Exactly one week after that, right down to the point of the seconds of my digital clock, I lost my sight, faded into blackness. I slowly lost my sense of touch, too, so I can't be sure when exactly I went from numb to nothing. But nothing eventually came. Did I mention the pain still stayed? Imagine that. Pain wrecking you every day, leaving you in constant agony.
  The pain increased dramatically once. I wanted to scream. I couldn't, because how can I scream when I have no mouth.
  My sight returned, but it was not of a coffin lid, of weeping mourners, as I had expected. Nor was it of my bedroom, where I was fairly certain I had faded. It was of someone else's living room. A girl with red curly hair flipped through various letters. A letter of acceptance into a ballet school. A "Get Well" note from her Aunt Mandy-had she been sick?-, a birthday party invite from her "BFF Jennifer".
  Out of all these extremely personal letters, I recognised the last one immediately.
  It was a rectangular, white, unblemished envelope.

PW132 wrote:

That was...really bad. Do not worry though, any supposedly scary story involving pokemon sucks by default, so it isn't an error on your part.

Dude, instad of insulting her stories, why not give some pointers on how to make them better? Doing that would help her with her stories, not make her mad.

fallengames wrote:

PW132 wrote:

That was...really bad. Do not worry though, any supposedly scary story involving pokemon sucks by default, so it isn't an error on your part.

Dude, instad of insulting her stories, why not give some pointers on how to make them better? Doing that would help her with her stories, not make her mad.

Still, he's got a point. I've never read a scary Pokemon Creepypasta. Sure, some are mildly disturbing, but, seriously, it's Pokemon!

Luigitailsdoll45 wrote:

Pokemon Creepyblack

I’m what you could call a collector of bootleg Pokémon games. Pokémon Diamond & Jade, Chaos Black, etc. It’s amazing the frequency with which you can find them at pawnshops, Goodwill, flea markets, and such.

They’re generally fun; even if they are unplayable (which they often are), the mistranslations and poor quality make them unintentionally humorous.

I’ve been able to find most of the ones that I’ve played online, but there’s one that I haven’t seen any mention of. I bought it at a flea market about five years ago.



Here’s a picture of the cartridge, in case anyone recognizes it. Unfortunately, when I moved two years ago, I lost the game, so I can’t provide you with screencaps. Sorry.

The game started with the familiar Nidorino and Gengar intro of Red and Blue version. However, the “press start” screen had been altered. Red was there, but the Pokémon did not cycle through. It also said “Black Version” under the Pokémon logo.

Upon selecting “New Game”, the game started the Professor Oak speech, and it quickly became evident that the game was essentially Pokémon Red Version.

After selecting your starter, if you looked at your Pokémon, you had in addition to Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle another Pokémon — “GHOST”.

The Pokémon was level 1. It had the sprite of the Ghosts that are encountered in Lavender Tower before obtaining the Sliph Scope. It had one attack — “Curse”. I know that there is a real move named curse, but the attack did not exist in Generation 1, so it appears it was hacked in.

Defending Pokémon were unable to attack Ghost — it would only say they were too scared to move. When the move “Curse” was used in battle, the screen would cut to black. The cry of the defending Pokémon would be heard, but it was distorted, played at a much lower pitch than normal. The battle screen would then reappear, and the defending Pokémon would be gone. If used in a battle against a trainer, when the Pokéballs representing their Pokemon would appear in the corner, they would have one fewer Pokéball.

The implication was that the Pokémon died.

What’s even stranger is that after defeating a trainer and seeing “Red received $200 for winning!”, the battle commands would appear again. If you selected “Run”, the battle would end as it normally does. You could also select Curse. If you did, upon returning to the overworld, the trainer’s sprite would be gone. After leaving and reentering the area, the spot [where] the trainer had been would be replaced with a tombstone like the ones at Lavender Tower.

The move “Curse” was not usable in all instances. It would fail against Ghost Pokémon. It would also fail if it was used against trainers that you would have to face again, such as your Rival or Giovanni. It was usable in your final battle against them, however.

I figured this was the gimmick of the game, allowing you to use the previously uncapturable Ghosts. And because Curse made the game so easy, I essentially used it throughout the whole adventure.

The game changed quite a bit after defeating the Elite Four. After viewing the Hall of Fame, which consisted of Ghost and a couple of very under leveled Pokémon, the screen cut to black. A box appeared with the words “Many years later…” It then cut to Lavender Tower. An old man was standing, looking at tombstones. You then realized this man was your character.

The man moved at only half of your normal walking speed. You no longer had any Pokémon with you, not even Ghost, who up to this point had been impossible to remove from your party through depositing in the PC. The overworld was entirely empty — there were no people at all. There were still the tombstones of the trainers that you used Curse on, however.



You could go pretty much anywhere in the overworld at this point, though your movement was limited by the fact that you had no Pokémon to use HMs. And regardless of where you went, the music of Lavender Town continued on an infinite loop. After wandering for a while, I found that if you go through Diglett’s Cave, one of the cuttable bushes that normally blocks the path on the other side is no longer there, allowing you to advance and return to Pallet Town.

Upon entering your house and going to the exact tile where you start the game, the screen would cut to black.

Then a sprite of a Caterpie appeared. It was the replaced by a Weedle, and then a Pidgey. I soon realized, as the Pokémon progressed from Rattata to Blastoise, that these were all of the Pokémon that I had used Curse on.

After the end of my Rival’s team, a Youngster appeared, and then a Bug Catcher. These were the trainers I had Cursed.

Throughout the sequence, the Lavender Town music was playing, but it was slowly decreasing in pitch. By the time your Rival appeared on screen, it was little more than a demonic rumble.

Another cut to black. A few moments later, the battle screen suddenly appeared — your trainer sprite was now that of an old man, the same one as the one who teaches you how to catch Pokémon in Viridian City.

Ghost appeared on the other side, along with the words “GHOST wants to fight!”.

You couldn’t use items, and you had no Pokémon. If you tried to run, you couldn’t escape. The only option was “FIGHT”.

Using fight would immediately cause you to use Struggle, which didn’t affect Ghost but did chip off a bit of your own HP. When it was Ghost’s turn to attack, it would simply say “…” Eventually, when your HP reached a critical point, Ghost would finally use Curse.

The screen cut to black a final time.

Regardless of the buttons you pressed, you were permanently stuck in this black screen. At this point, the only thing you could do was turn the Game Boy off. When you played again, “NEW GAME” was the only option — the game had erased the file.

I played through this hacked game many, many times, and every time the game ended with this sequence. Several times I didn’t use Ghost at all, though he was impossible to remove from the party. In these cases, it did not show any Pokémon or trainers and simply cut to the climactic battle with Ghost.

I’m not sure what the motives were behind the creator of this hack. It wasn’t widely distributed, so it was presumably not for monetary gain. It was very well done for a bootleg.

It seems he was trying to convey a message; though it seems I am the sole receiver of this message. I’m not entirely sure what it was — the inevitability of death? The pointlessness of it? Perhaps he was simply trying to morbidly inject death and darkness into a children’s game. Regardless, this children’s game has made me think, and it has made me cry.

OH YEAH, me sis told me  aboot dis one.
Meh, eez not scary at all.
The only creepy creepypasta about video games I know is Ben.
Ben is an awesome story, and it's also pretty creepy. Me sis says it's the best creepypasta she's ever read. I read it too, and it was pretty good.

Luigitailsdoll45 wrote:

The Pokemon Card



I was skimming through my sister's lame Pokemon cards. I found some legendaries such as, Latias and Latios, Groudon, and Mew. I snuck these in my pocket to sell them later. Looking through all the Pokemon cards I found one that was very suspicious. I went to my scanner and scanned the card and edited it in Paint. The Card name was '...'. It was a Basic Card with 200HP. The picture looked like a dark forest with a man standing in the background. Its only move was 'Murder.' It was written in Latin. I translated it to 'this move murder's everyone in site. like you, Mr. Philips. Did I mention my name was Harry Philips? This is getting too weird. So I showed the card to my little sister.
'ooo! Scary! You made this on Computer!'

'No, I found this, is this yours?'

'No! That card is scary! waaaaahhhh!'

I left the room. I threw the card away and went to play XBOX. The weird thing was, a Wii game was in the Xbox, thinking my sister did this, I removed it. I read the label. It read, 'PokePark - Pikachu's Adventure.' One of the * games alive. I threw it down the stairs and played Black Ops for a few hours, losing memory of the card.


I went to sleep that night at 2AM. I woke up in fright and sweat when I heard something fall downstairs. I look downstairs and my sister was staring at Static in the T.V.

'Alyssa! What are you doing? Go to Bed!'

'No! Pokemon is on!'

'No, its just Static.'

'NO! ITS POKEMON! Look! It's Ash! But he's being mean to Pikachu. He keeps hitting him with bat.'

'What?'

'Yeah, BAD ASH!'

I turned off the T.V. and put her to bed. At 4AM she woke me up again staring at me.

'GET OUT!'

'What?'

'GET OUT! YOU HEARD ME!'

(her voice was booming and very demonic.)

'What? STOP YELLING!'

My sister then ran out the room with super speed and stared at the T.V. rocking back and forth very fast-like. Her eyes were focused on the T.V. with intent. Her eyes had no pupils. Her teeth were green and red. Her hair turned pitch black. She turned her head to me very quickly. He bit my leg, a huge gash was left in my leg. This couldn't have been done by a normal 6 year old....I ran upstairs and locked my door. All night I couldn't sleep. My sister was clawing at my door screaming very demonic-like. She finally stopped at 8AM. She went to day-care. I then found the Pokemon Card laying in my bed. I ripped it up and threw it out the window.


My little sister returned home at about 4PM. She was skipping in saying Hi to me. I glanced at her for a second. I showed her my leg.

'Remember this?'

'Big Boo-Boo!'

'Yes, when you BIT ME???!'

'No!'

My mother butted in...

'Alyssa would NEVER do this to you! Are you emo? Did you self-inflict that gash? DID YOU?'

'No! It was a bite mark from her? See?'

'I'm Calling Dr. Shounburg.'

(Dr. Shounburg was my therapist..)

She told him everything...she told him that I inflicted the wounds on my leg...everything.....



After the long talk my mother rushed me to the Therapist's Office. I told Dr. Shounburg about everything in my point of view. He didn't believe me. He gave some kind of 'Crazy Pill'. He thought I'd gone mentally insane. I never took those pills knowing what they would do my health in General.


That Night I went to bed at 11PM. I layed there. Staring at my ceiling until my eyes became blurry. I fell asleep.

At 2AM I was woken up again. This time it was for a reason much worse. My sister broke a window and ran out of the house. My parents were in a frenzy. She went to the Neighbors. He found Alyssa in a closet chanting something in Latin. I couldn't make it out though...

The next Morning I ate my breakfast. Alyssa was at school, and my Mom was at work. I had the whole place to myself. Just imagine what a 15-Year-Old Boy can do Home-Alone. Wait, don't imagine that...I was playing Xbox when all of a sudden there was a loud bang at the bottom of the staircase. I looked down at the stare case to find a little girl running around with the Pokemon card in her hand. I ran downstairs. The Girl had pitch black eyes, and hair the color of blood. She dissapeared. The card was left on the ground.

Alyssa returned home at 4PM as usual. Nothing happens until 4AM....

I was woken up AGAIN to the sound of Static on the T.V. Alyssa was staring at it shaking.

'Alyssa?'

'Help!'

'What?'

'Shes gonna get me!'

Then, Alyssa was dragged away. I heard bloodcurdling screams from the bathroom. I tried to open the door. I finally opened the door somehow. Alyssa was then hanging from rope in the shower. Blood was on the mirror. Smeared to make it spell, 'Your Next.' I Immediately run out of the house screaming in horror. Police came and investigated the scene. My mother pointed at me.

'Harry? YOU DID THIS! WHERE'S YOUR MEDICINE??'

'I threw it away. It was just crud anyway. I'm not crazy! I didn't kill her!'

'YES YOU DID!'

The cops pulled me away. I was sentenced to Life in Prison. I was charged as an Adult, also. No one ever believed me.

P.S.

I'm writing this story in my cell.

Sincerely,

Harry Philips

Interesting. But try to refrain from using ideas from other creepypastas, like the static thing. Everyone knows that's from Candle Cove. Seriously. Also, pitch-black eyes occur too much in creepypastas. I am so fed up with pitch-black eyes.
OH WAIT, you copied this and pasted it.
Forward me message to da creator for me! :>