Scratch

HERES ANOTHER SCARY STORY! Once there was a yellow doofus named Doofus.One day,Doofus got some siccors and mashed them togetherther with his hands.He then became Doofus Scissorhands.EnD 

I Know What You're Thinking

We've all played 20 Questions. I was digging around in my room when I found an old 20 Questions machine. I turned on the screen. "I know what you're thinking! Wanna bet? Try me!" the screen flashed. I thought of an ear of corn. After a few minutes, the screen displayed, "Is it corn?" I punched the YES button with my thumb. I was half mad at the machine for guessing and half amazed. "Ha ha! I win!" it taunted. I went to show this surprising toy to my friends.

After talking to my parents, I dashed over to where Jake was standing. He always liked mind games, and I knew he would enjoy 20 Questions. I showed him how it worked, and he answered the questions it spat out. Eventually, when it was about to guess, the screen displayed symbols that I can't type on this keyboard and then shut down. "Stupid machine!" I said as I threw it on the ground. I picked it up and it flickered. The last letters I remember it showing were "R-U-N." That's when I blacked out.

Two hours later, I woke up in the hospital. "Urhnh," I moaned. "Reid, you're in the hospital. When you and your friend were talking, a car spun out of control and drove onto the sidewalk," the doctor said. "It missed him by a bit, but it hit you." I looked over on the nightstand next to my hospital bed. It was that evil toy. What it said would haunt me for the rest of my life. "Is it death?"


Origional, feedback please 

Creepypasta I just came up with:

'Smart'phone

"HAHA!! YES!!" I walked out of the store with my new iPhone. A few days later, my friend showed me this weird app he found. It was a speech recognition app that went with an AI. Since my friend and I were nerding out that day, I yelled Cave Johnson's lemon rant.

     "Take the lemons. Burn his house down." The AI replied in a sweet childlike voice. The 2 of us were surprised how much it sounded like a turret. Suddenly, the light on my camera started to light up. The screen went from the chatbot microphone and avatar to a face. A sad face with ragged hair.

     "The cake is a lie!" My friend laughed. "Over here....." The face zoomed out to a full body and it was animated to paint an arrow pointing offscreen at the box the phone came in. Inside the box was a CD that I had overlooked. It had a bunch of apps on it, and it had the speech app, AI-Friend.

    "HELP. LET ME OUT OF HERE." The man on my phone screen got closer and put his hand on the screen. I touched his hand out of curiosity. His hand was animated to look like it wrapped around my finger. "HELP." the voice repeated.

    "How?" I asked. The man looked at me. "The disk! THE DISK.... computer...." He faded away. My friend, Hal, looked at me. "Put the disk in your computer!" He grabbed the disk and stuffed it into my laptop. Hal then booted up AI-Friend.

   "There." The man returned onto the dark purple set. He then pointed at my printer. Hal clicked the small printer icon in the corner. Since we were in college that deals with hi-tech stuff like 3-D printing, Hal sent it to the 3-D printer.

   There was a scream from down the hall. I saw the man half printed, legs still digital. The scream had been tossed up by another student on my floor. She ran from the printer with her papers. The man finished printing. He moved.

   His voice was still resembling that of a turret. "Thank you." He then grinned. "Neurotoxinssssss....." He dragged down the hall to the tech lab and engineering wing. "HEY! WAIT!" Hal shouted. "Who ARE you, anyways?!" The man turned. "RicKkk....." His voice dragged on the words.

  Then he noticed my phone. "YOU." The screen changed from the empty purple set to a black screen and another turret voice. "YES, ME." The voice shrieked from the phone. RicK shook with fury. "You.... YOU. I can't STAND YOU!!" The screen again changed to a face. This time it was a female face, with white spherical earrings, 2 per ear.

     The screen zoomed out, and you could see her arms and chest. The dress was blue, and she had white gloves. Her hazel eyes seemed yellow. There were dots of color on her earrings: blue, orange, red, and purple.

   Again, the 2 turretlike voices spoke. And they argued.

"Why did you cast me out?"
"Because I did. But now you have to face the real world."
"Look, we were FINE! Until he came..."
"Him? Ahaha... He's cute."
"Cute? You dumped me for his accent! That's not 'cute'!"

   I looked at RicK. "What's wrong?! You're turning the place upside down!" RicK placed his hand on my shoulder. "Look, kiddo. The lemon rant. Lemons. TAKE THEM BACK!!" He froze. "That's it. THAT'S THE ANSWER!!" He picked up my phone. "Not this time, 'hon'." RicK grinned evilly. "N-N-N-no! What are you doing?! STOP IT!!" RicK deleted the app 'AI-Friend' and re-installed it.

     "Hello, friend." RicK laughed. He handed me my phone. "Try not to, y'know, geek out. You might hurt someone." RicK walked down the hall.

     To this day, I do not know where RicK actually is but he looks like this:

the titel is day of the brains eating servbot
so one day 100,000 servbot are looking for humans brains and now in the one guy house is invade and his brains are eaten and everone treid to run away and they are all treid and they cant move on then lot servbot had eaten all of their brains and they died  blood was all over the street even in their head!

helltank wrote:

===The Demons that haunt my mind==

It was 9:00 P.M, and I was using Scratch on my Mac. Just then, I spotted a post from a user named Nobody. It said,"Post this to 5 other threads or you shall be cursed. You will see things that no human should see." Laughing to myself, I flagged the post, and forgot all about it. The next day, the post was still there. After a few more weeks and some emails to the Scratch Team, I found out that the Scratch Team had not recieved my flag at all. Upon inspection of my internet and Mac, it appeared nothing was wrong. Shrugging it off as a glitch in the email system, I decided to find out more about "Nobody". Well, he lived up to his name. Quite literally, in fact, as he did not even have a "My Stuff" page. Using a little trick my wannabe hacker friend taught me, I checked the system records on the Scratch server. Other than the post, the server had no records about Nobody, not even his signing up. That was the first weird thing, and compared to what I was going to suffer, it was like heaven. Then the second weird thing came. I saw some movement near my window. Whipping my head around, I saw a hooded figure stare at me with cold, bloodred eyes. He didn't have any weapon or do anything particularly menacing, but I was still frightened out of my wits. Why? Because he was outside my window staring. So what? So, my room was on the 6th floor of a block of apartments. And there was no tree he could have climbed up. I tried yanking open the usually easy to move window, but it didn't budge. I grabbed my chair and tried smashing the window. I hit the fragile window so hard the chair bounced off, but nothing happened. I started to panic, and in desperation pulled the blinds down. Unfortunately, the blinds appeared to have been stuck. I lost my head completely and started covering the window. Apparently, the strength of the window was due to the loss of the strength of the paper, like the strength had been transfered. The paper was now so weak that they ripped when I held them. Screaming, I made a dash for my door. I was so afraid my door would be stuck. But it wasn't. I yanked it open, and another hooded figure stood there, his black robes spreading along my floor. I charged into him with all my strength, but he stood unmoving, like a statue. I whirled around. 3 more of the mysterious figures stood there, just staring at me. Dropping to my knees, I began to cry. The figures appeared out of anything out of my field of vision, so I never actually saw them appear. Soon, I was surrounded. Then, a huge-no, incredibly huge figure stood there, towering above all the other ones. He was the first one, and last one, to speak. "You have been cursed." I couldn't take it anymore. My world went black. But not for the last time, for I woke up again, shuddering in a strange room. More strange figures stood there. I was about to cry out, but my mouth didn't respond. I reached up with my arms to wrench open my mouth and force it to speak(I wasn't thinking clearly at that time), but my arms wouldn't respond either. Then I realized. I had no mouth, nor arms nor legs. I was simply floating in thin air, dressed in black clothes. And the pain began. It started innocently at first. An antbite. But it increased in intensity, and in 5 minutes, it was torture. The titan figure entered the room. "The pain will never stop. Nor will it stop increasing, for that matter." No. I thought to myself. No. Not ever. I ran out of the room widly, for some reason being able to go through walls, and found myself in the Earth sky. I flew as fast as I can, with no place to go. Then I saw it. A teenager, surfing Scratch. He casually clicked the flag button on Nobody(who I now realize was the giant figure)'s post. I flew to his window, trying to convey the message to him. "FOLLOW HIS INSTRUCTIONS!!!!" I scream silently, in my mind, which was quickly drowned out by yet another avalaunche of pain. Without warning, a wave of Deja Vu hit me. Had I done this before? No... then the details clicked into place, and a horrible suspicion began to form. I had never done this. I had seen others do it. I looked at myself into the bedroom mirror of the teenager. Black robes. Bloodred eyes. Floating there, unable to speak nor touch. I had become one of them. The eternal cursed.

is-is that true?cause now im super scared

pinkcat09 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

edited out cuz out annoying longness when scrolling down

i get it.Minnie was the meat

Mmhmm
Delicious

Wickimen wrote:

Uh a sequel to the Finn story
I just realized that 'Cass' and 'Melanie' are both names from the Secret Series
Fitting, as this is a bit uh mysterious for lack of a better word

To: c.green123@email.com
No return
Subject: Where are you?
    Cass,
    I’m sorry.
    -Melanie


I stared at the email, my fingers suddenly numb on the keyboard of my laptop. My name is Cassandra Green, and I’m fourteen years old. When I was twelve, everyone used to call me Cass. That was the summer Melanie disappeared. I didn’t know how to respond to the email. Finn had never been real, I was convinced. Last summer I thought I’d seen it, but plenty of people have black hair and gray eyes.

    It couldn’t have been him.
    And yet there was an email. I stared at the two words, “No return”. Now, what the heck did that mean? You can’t send emails without an email address.
    Cass, I’m sorry.
    -Melanie.
    ...

    Just a glitch, I told myself. I deleted the extra lines, but they kept appearing... “Where are you? Where are you?” Finally, I gave up and printed my report. In the top corner was my heading: Cassandra Green, Ms. Arte, period 3 English. The whole report was exactly as I’d typed it up the night before, except for the six lines of type across the bottom.

Funny, at my school I also have period 3 English...

a1130 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

Uh a sequel to the Finn story
I just realized that 'Cass' and 'Melanie' are both names from the Secret Series
Fitting, as this is a bit uh mysterious for lack of a better word

To: c.green123@email.com
No return
Subject: Where are you?
    Cass,
    I’m sorry.
    -Melanie


I stared at the email, my fingers suddenly numb on the keyboard of my laptop. My name is Cassandra Green, and I’m fourteen years old. When I was twelve, everyone used to call me Cass. That was the summer Melanie disappeared. I didn’t know how to respond to the email. Finn had never been real, I was convinced. Last summer I thought I’d seen it, but plenty of people have black hair and gray eyes.

    It couldn’t have been him.
    And yet there was an email. I stared at the two words, “No return”. Now, what the heck did that mean? You can’t send emails without an email address.
    Cass, I’m sorry.
    -Melanie.
    ...

    Just a glitch, I told myself. I deleted the extra lines, but they kept appearing... “Where are you? Where are you?” Finally, I gave up and printed my report. In the top corner was my heading: Cassandra Green, Ms. Arte, period 3 English. The whole report was exactly as I’d typed it up the night before, except for the six lines of type across the bottom.

Funny, at my school I also have period 3 English...

THEY ARE COMING    xD

Also, ericelias was a member, then got demoted to new member

a1130 wrote:

@Wicki   

Wait, you can get demoted to *New* Scratcher? I thought you could only get demoted from being a mod or Scratch Team member.

Yeah, I guess you can XD
I never saw it happen before, but he used to be a Member and now his title is New Member and he's not posting on Misc anymore
So... yeah

kimmy123 wrote:

I think I deleted all of the swears and bad stuff

During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15.

The children were usually found dead through suicide, usually by jumping from heights. However, some were more odd..

The few children who were saved before killing themselves showed sporadic behavior. When asked why they were going to hurt themselves they only answered in chaotic screams and scratched at their own eyes. When showed what seemed to be the connection to this attitude, the gameboy, they had no response, but when combined with either Pokemon Red or Green, the screams would continue, and they would do their best to leave the room it was located in.

This confirmed the authorities suspicion that the games, somehow, had a connection to these children and the deaths. It was a strange case, because many children who had the same games did not show this behavior, but only a few. The police had no choice but to pursue this, since they had no other leads.

Collecting all the cartridges these children had purchased, they kept them sealed away as strong evidence to look over later. They decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first person they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing. He lead them to the main programmers of the game, the people responsible for the actual content.

The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the main programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept. Explaining that it was impossible to use something like a game to cause such deaths, and also bringing up the point that not all the children were affected, he brushed it off as some kind of odd coincidence or mass hysteria. It seemed like he was hiding something, but he wasnt giving way. Finally, he did say something interesting.

Takenori had heard a rumor going around that the music for Lavender Town, one of the locations in the game, had caused some children to go ill. It was only a rumor, and had no real definite back up, but it was still something to look into.

He directed the detectives to Junichi Masuda, the music composer of the series. Masuda had also heard of these rumors, but again said they had no evidence that his music was the cause. Even to prove a point he played the exact song from the game completely through with no effects to anyone, the detectives nor Masuda himself, feeling anything different or odd. Although they still had their suspicions of Masuda and the music of Lavender town, it seemed they had reached another dead end.

Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the children, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the children the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted. The title screen appeared, and the option to continue or create a new game appeared.

When they chose to continue the game, stats of that game appeared. They saw the names of the children who had played, usually Red or another simple name. However, the interesting thing was the time played and the number of Pokemon they owned. On every game, the time was very low, and all of them had only a single Pokemon in their inventory. They came to the stunning reality that it could not have been the music from Lavender town that had caused such ill effects in the children, since it was impossible to reach that part of the game in such small amount of time and with only one Pokemon in their inventory. This brought them to the conclusion that something early on in the game had to be the cause.

If it wasnt the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed suicide shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not.

Looking over the evidence found at Chiros apartment, they found many notes written in bold marker. Most of it was crumbled, or marked out, making it very difficult to read. They few words they could find in the mess was Do not enter, Watch out and COME FOLLOW ME in bold. The detectives were unsure what these meant, but knew they had to have a connection. Further searching, they discovered Chiro was good friends with one of the map designers, Kohji Nisino, and this was probably the only reason Chiro had given a part in making the game.

Kohji Nisino, since the release of the game, had locked himself in his apartment, barely leaving in the dark of night to fetch anything he might need. He told his friends and family he was mourning for his dear friend Chiro, but they didnt believe this, since Nisino had locked himself up the day the game was put in stores, a few days before Chiro had killed himself.

It was troubling, but the authorities finally persuaded Nisnino to sit down and speak with them. He looked as if he hadnt slept in days, dark rings under his eyes. He stunk, his nails had grown black and his hair was greasy, sticking to his forehead and neck. He spoke in stutters and murmurs, but at least he had something to say.

When asked if he knew anything about the children who had died after exposure of the game and if it had any connection to the game, he answered them seemingly carefully, choosing his words thoughtfully before answering. He told them that his friend Chiro had an interesting idea with the game, something he had wanted to try since he heard the project was starting. Nisino himself knew Takenori, the director and main programmer, for a long time, so he could easily get a mediocre programmer in on the project with a little persuasion. It seemed Chiro had convinced Nisino to get him in on the project, and it had worked.

The detectives knew they were on to something. This unknown obscure programmer, Chiro, had to have something to do with it, something... They asked what Chiros idea was, why he wanted so badly to have a part in making this childrens game. Nisino told them that Chiro never told him much about it, other than a few details every now and then. He wanted to insert a special Pokemon in the game, one completely different from all the others. It would serve as an extra, a kind of out of place thrill for the player. It wasnt, however, Missing No. It couldnt be. With the gameplay time recorded on the cartridges, it was impossible for the children to have time to meet that Pokemon.

Nisino, throughout the entire conversation, seemed to break down even more with every question. The detectives pushed him more and more, searching through his mind for any and every scrap of knowledge this man had no game and Chiro... and Chiros intentions...

It was when they asked about the notes found in Chiros home that he snapped. From under the couch Nisino was sitting on he whipped out a pistol, pointing it straight at the police while backing away a few steps. Then, just as quickly, he brought the pistol to his face.

Dont follow me... muttered Nisino as he stuck the pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. It was too quick for the police to react. It was done. Nisino had killed himself, repeating slightly differently what was written on one of Chiros papers...

It seemed all leads had finally died. The team who had created this original game were splitting up, becoming harder to find. It was as if they were keeping a secret. When the police finally managed to talk with anyone who had parts in the game, even the obscure character designers or monster designers, it seemed they had nothing of interest to say. Most of them didnt even know Chiro, and the few who did only seen him once or twice working on the game itself. Throughout all of this the only confirmation they had was that Chiro was indeed the one who had worked on the very early parts of the game.

It had been a couple of months after the original children suicides and the death rate had dropped dramatically. It seemed that the game was no longer giving any ill effects to any children. The call back of the games that was planned was canceled, since it seemed the game was no longer harming any children. They had began to think that maybe Takenori was right and it was all just a very odd coincidence or mass hysteria... Until they received the letter.

It was given to one of the detectives himself, quite directly out on the street. It was a woman who gave him the note, a very frail, thin, sick looking thing. She gave him the letter quickly, telling him it was something he needed to see, and without waiting for a response or another word, she disappeared into the crowd. The detective brought it to his office, and calling the others in, he brought it out and read it aloud.

It was a letter written by Chiro himself, but it wasnt one found at his apartment. They had throughly searched and cleared out the place, so wherever this letter had come from, it wasnt kept at his home. It was signed to be given to Nisino. It started off quite formal, a hello, how are you, regards to the family, and such. After one or two of these normal paragraphs, they reached a section that requested Nisino to get him into the game team, to get him a programming position in Pokemon Red and Green.

As the letter continued, the handwriting seemed to grow more jittery. He talked about a glorious idea he had, a way to program something unseen in any game before. He said it would certainly revolutionize not only the gaming industry, but everyone. He went on to say that it was a very simple procedure to program this idea into the game. He did not even have to add any foreign programming, but could use what was already given in the game itself. This would, the detectives agreed, make it impossible to notice any obscurities in the programming itself. It was a perfect way to hide whatever this was.

The letter ended abruptly. There was no goodbye, no say hi to the family, no write back, or thank you. Nothing like that. It was just his name, written hard in the letter where the paper almost broke through. It was only his name. Chiro Miura.

This was the nail in the coffin for the detectives. They had no more suspicion about the cause. Chiro had programmed something into the early parts of the game, something maddening. To further increase this streak of success, they discovered that the programming team had worked in pairs, even Chiro himself. He had worked with another programmer, Sousuke Tamada.

If anyone knew what the secret in this game was, Sousuke Tamada would be the man. This was their final hope of unraveling this mystery once and for all.

They learned Sousuke had provided a lot of programming to the game, and seemed to be an average, good guy and worker. They were easily allowed into his home, a fair place, and they entered his living room where they sat. Sousuke did not sit, however. He stood by the window of the second story floor, looking out onto the busy street. He was smiling a little.

There is no direct witnesses to the events that followed. The only thing from this conversation that remained was found on a voice recorder sitting on the table in front of the two detectives assigned to talk to Sousuke.

Sousuke Tamada, what part did you have in the games Pokemon Red and Green? asked the first detective.

I was a programmer. His voice was light, friendly, almost too friendly. Thats all.

Am I right in knowing that the programmers working on the game worked in teams? asked the detective.

One could hear the voice of feet moving on the floor slightly. You would be right, said Sousuke after a moment of silence.

And your partner, his name was--The detective was quickly cut off by Sousuke eerie voice.

Chiro Miura... That was his name. Chiro Miura.

Another silence. It seemed the detectives were a little uneasy about this man. Could you tell us if Muira ever acted strange at all? Any particular behaviors you observed while working with him at all?

Sousuke answered them. I dont know him that well, really. We didnt meet up frequently, only every once in a while to trade data, or when the entire group was called up for a meeting... Thats the only times I really ever saw him. He acted normal, as far as I could tell. He was a short man, and I think this affected his consciousness.. He acted weaker than any other man I met. He was willing to do a lot of work to gain recognition, this I do know. I think...

Silence. Yes? asked the detective, pushing for him to continue. You think what?

I think he was a very weak man. I think he wanted to prove himself regardless of this point... I think he wanted to make himself known for something special, something that would make people forget about the way he looked and pay attention to the powerful mind that lay inside his skull.. Unfortunately for him, however.. heheh.. He didnt have much of a mind to back up that reasoning.

Why do you say that? asked the second detective.

Well its the simple truth, answered Sousuke quickly. His feet could be heard moving across the tiled floor. He was nothing special, even if he wanted to believe so. You cant become greatness, even if you believe it. Its impossible... Somehow, I think Chiro knew this himself, somewhere deep in there, he knew it.

The detectives were silent again, not sure how to steer the conversation. After a moment, they continued. Can you tell us what Chiros part of the game was? What did he work on exactly?

Sousuke answered more quickly than before. Nothing... I mean, nothing important. He worked on some obscure parts of the beginning of the game. A pause, then a little more information. It was Oaks part to be exact. He worked on some of Oaks parts... When hes seen first, you see..

What else? pushed the police. They could hear it in Sousukes voice. He knew something. We know you know about the children and the deaths. We know it was Chiro who did it. He programmed something in the game.

What are you implying? asked Sousuke. It sounded like he was trying to maintain his voice.

Were implying that since your his partner, if youre hiding something from us then you could just as much be responsible for those childrens deaths as Chiro is himself!

You cant prove anything! Sousuke shouted.

Tell us what Chiro did to the game! they shouted back.

WHAT I TOLD HIM TO.

Silence. Complete silence.

You want to know, huh? asked Sousuke finally, breaking the eerie silence, but replacing it with his voice. you want to know what is this all about? Chiro was an idiot. He'd do anything for a bit of attention, anything at all. He couldnt program worth a poop either. The one thing he could do, however, was be manipulated. You could tell him what to do, and hed do it. He wouldnt even question it, hed do it. Just to hear that thank you when you received the finish product, that was his reasons. Thats all he wanted.

Two clicks from the detectives guns could heard.

I could control him flawlessly. Hes a lot like Takenori... Of course none of you knew this, but I was the one who brought up the idea of the game, the idea of the entire operation. I just told the fellow what to do, and he followed me without doubt. He knows nothing, just like Chiro.

A sound of a window opening could be heard, follow by the detectives.

Dont move or well shoot!

Let me tell you about a mechanic in the game, continued Sousuke. His voice was more rushed, but it still held that slyness. Consider it a hint, alright? If you walk around in grassy areas enough a Pokemon will appear, and youll have the chance to go into battle with it. Its a necessary part of the game overall, you see?

Step away from the window! We wont warn you again!

At the start of the game you have to walk into the grassy area before Oak appears and you receive your first Pokemon, understand me? Under normal circumstances, it was programmed that even though youre in a grassy area, no Pokemon will spawn... I made it different. I manipulated that Chiro, told him what to put in the program, gave him all the instructions on how to do it, and he did it flawlessly. Its rare, but it can happen.. Stepping into that grass, one can spawn...

Sousuke, we dont want to shoot!

Shoot me? asked Souske, laughing at the same time. Shoot ME? Youre as dumb as Chiro was! Once he found out the truth, he had to end it! It was his fault after all! He shot himself because of it! If youre so determined to finish that case of yours, if you want to know, play the * game for yourself! Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself!

A shot could be heard, loud enough to distort the audio. Sounds of screaming, murmuring could be heard. The table the recorder was on crashed. Ear shattering distortions. Silence. Then laughing. Sousuke was laughing, and then words. Come follow me... Come follow me... And then nothing.

The recorder continued to record until the tape ran out. There was nothing else on it. The police arrived on the scene quickly, and to their horror they discovered Sousuke and the two detectives dead. They had all been shot, but not after struggling. The detectives had been shot multiple times, at least ten each, before dying after being shot in between their eyes. Sousuke himself had clearly died of two hots to his chest, straight through the heart.

This game was causing a massacre. At least a hundred children were dead. Nisino, the unexpecting friend, dead. Chiro, the manipulated toy, dead. The two detectives, dead. And now, even the creator, the cause of this atrocity, Sousuke, dead. This game was stretching far over its original intentions. It was killing anyone and everyone who got involved.

The lead detective had decided to put this case away. He man who committed the crime was dead, so there was no longer any reason to continue the case. All evidence, all the cartridges, all the notes, all the letters, they were locked away, kept in the darkness where they belonged. There were talks about the entire thing, small conversations every now and then, but over the years even these began to fade away. Eventually, the case was only a memory in the minds of those who experienced it first hand.

Ten years passed. February 27, 2006 was the date. The lead detective, the man who locked away the original evidence ten years previous, was reminded of the awful event that occurred. Although he was no longer in the force, he still had access to files and was helped when he could. The reminder of the event caused him to look back, to open the sealed container that held all the evidence collected.

He read through the letters and the notes. He remembered the woman who had appeared to him on the street that one day and handed him that letter that lead to the change of the entire case. He wondered who she was, and where she had come from. Perhaps she was Chiros mother... or maybe Sousukes. It was far too late to pursue any of this. Far too late..

Sealing the container again, he saw a second one directly behind it. Pulling it out, he read the note on top of it. evidence #2012A He opened it up, and looked inside. Filling the container were exactly 104 Pokemon Red and Green cartridges, each one in perfect condition, untouched since the day they had last checked them ten years ago.

He reached in and pulled one out, Pokemon Red. He hadnt seen one in a long time. He didnt know what he thought next, but he reached in his desk and pulled out an old Gameboy. He received it a long time ago, but it still worked. It was his sons, but he had died a few years ago. His wife was gone too. That was then though. Popping in the cartridge in the back of the Gameboy he turned on the system.

The title screen. Then the option to continue or start a new game. Tanaka. That was the childs name, the one who played it first. He was probably dead, along with all the others. He pressed New Game, and started a new game. It was normal, average. He walked around, talked to his mother, went outside. He started walking towards the grass.

In his head, he could still hear Sousukes words. Even though he was not there, even though he had never seen the man in his life, he could still see him, hear him. Come follow me.

He was getting closer and closer, only a step or two away.

Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself!

He entered the grass. The screen did nothing at first. Nothing at all. It just sat there, and so did the detective, completely frozen, as if time had stopped just for them. The screen went black. and then lit up again, the iconic green background with black text appearing.

The lead detectives weary eyes grew wide. He couldnt help but read out what was there in front of him.

Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me. I miss you dad, I miss you my husband, I miss you so much.

Tears formed in his eyes, falling down his cheeks. Screens and screens of text appeared and he rapidly clicked the A button to continue it. It was his wife and his child. They were speaking to him, calling to him, crying with him. They wanted to see him, they loved him, he loved them.

I love you too, muttered the man in a hoarse, scratching voice.

Come follow me, become new again. We want to see you and hold you, and be with you forever and ever and ever and ever.

AND EVER AND EVER...

Dont stay away. You can see us too.. We miss you.. Come follow me. We love yo--

A black screen. The detectives eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. The screen lit back up, and Oak was leading him out of the grass. Come follow me, said Oak.

NO! shouted the man, dropping the game onto the floor. He quickly fell forward, reaching for it, bringing the screen back to his face. Bring them back, bring them back to me! The game continued on as usual, not responding to the detective at all. My wife, my child, listen to me! Bring them back to me, I said!

Voices... He heard voices, hundreds of voices. He turned around from his seat, looking behind him, and standing in his small room were children, many children.They were screaming, reaching towards him.

Bring back my mommy, bring back my daddy, bring back my pet! they all screamed out, reaching for the game. I dont want them to go away, bring them back to me, bring them back to me!

No! shouted the detective. Its mine! My family is here, dont touch it! Horror was across his face.

Come follow me... said a voice. The lead detective looked over, and in the corner of his room, next to an old desk, was Sousuke. He stood in the corner, tall, handsome, clean. A smile was on his face, stretching across his face. Come follow me...

The lead detective jumped up, stepping back, trying to force away the children crawling towards him, reaching out for the game held tightly within his hands. Wh-whats going on here!? Whats going on!? Where is my family!?


Sousuke smiled generously. Ill show you. Ill help you get away from them, you see? Just follow me. Sousuke reached down, and opened a drawer on the old desk. The lead detective, pushing through the crowd of children, trying to get away, looked inside.

Siting there, covered with dust, was his old gun from when he was on the force. He had not used that gun in many years and had put it away, not wanting to remember the things he had to do with it. But right now he didnt see it as something that caused pain or that killed. It was shining, it was light. It was something that could set him free.

Just follow me, said Sousuke, picking up the gun and putting it in the lead detectives hand. He formed his hand to hold the gun, then brought it up to his temple. Just pull the trigger. Thats all.

The lead detective turned around. The children were crawling at him, grabbing his legs and pulling at him. They reached for the game. He turned back towards Sousuke, and smiled.

My family... Ill follow you. He pulled the trigger. BANG

It was a few days before the body was discovered. It lay on the floor. In one hand held an empty gun, and in the other was a classic Gameboy with Pokemon Red on the back. The battery had long died, and only an empty, black screen was left.

This was the final murder that the remaining authorities would allow. The last detective who was ever a part of this case personally carried all 104 cartridges away, and burned them all, making sure not a single one survived. There would taunt no more.

However, this is not the end of the story. The code was said to have survived, and was even passed on to other language versions of the games. If you have an old Pokemon game, you can place the cartridge in the back of the classic Gameboy, turn on the system, and roll the wheel who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself.

That was a long story DX

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kimmy123 wrote:

Long, super awesome story edited out courtesy of imnotbob

That was a long story DX

Don't read it then...
And please edit it out in your post

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