Pokemon CreepyPastas

I bet a lot of people LOVE Pokemon, the games, shows, characters, whatever. Some of you have seen it, think of it as 'Meh, I've seen better things' like i have.
Have you guys heard of Pokemon Creepypasta's though?

Creepypasta-is the web definition for short stories designed to unnerve, disturb, elicit a negative emotional response from, and scare the reader.
So imagine the cute and cuddly Pokemon dying and screaming, really. Dying. You can't revive them, you lose that Pokemon forever.
Or about you finding an old version of one of the games at a thrift store, and the Pokemon GHOST is suddenly able to catch and use to fight? Making your character really kill Pokemon and their owners?
So here at my Pokemon CreepyPastas WORLD, I am going to find all of the Pokemon CreepyPastas I can and put them up on here. And yes, All I run into. Some my be bad, as in not scary and not written well. And others may just freak you out, like some did for me.
If the story comes with a picture, I will post the picture with it. If the story comes with a video, I will defiantly post the video with it also.
*Now I can't find every Pokemon CreepyPasta ever made, so if some of you notice that one you read isn't on here, feel free to PM me and tell me the story, and I will tell you if I was looking for it and read it, or if I haven't even heard of it!*

**Fun to listen to add a creepy vibe.It's not the original Lavender Town, just a mix someone did making the themes from R/B reversed and R/B/Y playing normally at the same time...I may have that backwards...**

I will be giving my opinion about the Pokemon CreepyPastas, mainly about How creepy they are, but mostly how interesting they are to me.
I will 'grade' them with a star system, using *'s for stars.I believe five of them will be the most, me thinking they were very good, and zero of them being to where I didn't like it at all because it just seemed plain stupid to me.

Hope you enjoy

Created By Pikmin541

Banette

**- Haha, I know this one sucks horribly.XD But it's the first one I'VE seen that's been about a Banette, my favorite pokemon.:3 So hah.
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It was her favorite doll. She took it everywhere, clutching it tight in her small hands. The doll did everything with her. It went to school, sleepovers, dinners, and even tagged along for baths.

The two were inseparable. She even claimed the first day she became a trainer; she'd still carry it around to remember her childhood.

The doll might have been a bit odd looking, but that didn't change anything. It's what she liked, made the doll truly unique.

But as years went on, she found interest in other dolls. It didn't make sense, junking the old doll for new ones.

Yet, worn and dirty with age, the doll was sent away.

It lay in the dumpster, surrounded by trash bags and food wrappers. Not where it belonged, not at all.

Slowly, the arms twitched, fingers clawing into the trash bags. Its eyes were an angry red, the zipper-mouth turning into an angry scowl.

Banette rose from the dumpster, ready to find that little girl who threw it away.

The neighborhood – it hadn't changed a bit. How long had it been, anyway? Banette surely couldn't have been in there that long. It'd find that sweet little girl again and cuddle right back up in her arms.

Trash – what a joke. How could someone throw it away? A favorite should not be treated this way. You always kept your favorite; you never tossed it away.

The grudge grew stronger as the familiar houses of the block came into view. Her house wasn't far; just a few more to pass by.

At last, it came into view. The window was opened, letting the warm summer breeze pass through.

To Banette's disgust, new dolls littered the floor of her room. Other Pokemon, all new and fresh, not a stain on them, all set perfectly in a row.

Its owner wasn't so little anymore; it had been a few years. Banette floated over to the calendar; tomorrow was her tenth birthday. She'd be a trainer tomorrow.

Banette slashed its claws through the calendar. A trainer? No chance at that.

The slashing continued, slitting all of the dolls "throats". Stuffing pooled out, the dolls landing on the floor silently.

No, no, this wasn't enough. The girl would get new dolls, and these ones would end up in the dumpster as well.

There was a simple solution to that, at least.

Claws tore through flesh, leaving a clean, long cut down her neck.

The girl would never, ever abandon her dolls ever again.

Banette

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