**** - Reading all these Pokemon Creepypastas can be hazardous to your health, especially your pokemon
I got into Pokemon creepypasta about a month ago, seeing a copypasta of Easter Egg - Snow On Mt. Silver (I recommend it by the way, it gave me nightmares) on /tr/. I read all the popular ones. Lost Silver, Come Follow Me, etc. and even though I usually hate scary stuff, I can relate to Pokemon and believed that since Pokemon aren’t real, than the awful stuff described in the stories can’t be either. This thought comforted me throughout all the awesome stuff I read both on /tr/ and this very website.
Of course, this all soon changed, starting about last week, but first, a little bit of boring background.
I own only 3 Pokemon games: Diamond, Platinum, and SS. all of them were bought new, not used from some old toothless guy at a creepy yard sale for $1 with the sticker deformed and scratched on and stuff. Just ordinary games that couldn’t possibly be malicious in anyway. I am a competitivefag, and have an EV trained and IV bred team. Not perfect in anyway, but I spent days in total raising this team and have grown quite close to my beloved pixels. But now I have taken up the arduous task of grinding to Level 100 on Platinum.
About a week ago, I was watching TV in my room and grinding on the Elite 4, when all of a sudden, the game froze.
“Well, there goes a good hour of unsaved work.”
I looked at the clock, anticipating the arrival of some new episode of a show (I forget which) at 7:00. The clock read 7:06. Since I missed it, I’d just catch that episode later and try and regain my hour’s work. The game started up and played fine, right at the entrance to the Elite 4 where I saved last. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and after haviing all the Pokemon I could take, went and did other stuff that is irrelevant to the story at hand.
The next day, more Pokemon Platinum and a little bit of online chat room action (or lack thereof) and once again, the game froze. This time I managed to save just 5 minutes before this happened, now paranoid of a game freeze destroying hours of effort. I went to pick up my glass of water on the night stand next to my bed and happened to catch of the glance at the clock directly next to it. 7:06.
Every day, at precisely 7:06 PM, the game would freeze. This happened for a while, up until yesterday, when I happened to be on here reading some tales of horror. Another game freeze, another explicitive, another restart. However, this is where it gets weird (and apparently cliche).
The game booted up like always, Giratina’s familiar cry that I was tired of hearing was ringing, and I selected my save file, not hesitating to return to yet another run through the E4.
Instead, the Mt. Silver map came up, blurred much more than I remember it. My trainer also looked weird, and my team wasn’t there, replaced with a group of Level 100’s: The three Johto starters, Tyranitar, Pidgeot, and Lugia. Exactly how Easter Egg - Snow On Mt. Silver starts. I played through, and to my surprise and utter terror, the game played out exactly like the hack/glitch/easter egg did in the story. The game soft reset itself, Giratina once again issuing its cry and me trying to boot up my save file. Once again, it didn’t happen.
I found myself at the beginning of Lost Silver, and once again, had to play through that. Everytime the game would soft reset, a new creepypasta storry I read would show up in place of my save file, in the exact same order as I had read them. All even more gruesome in person than just as a story. My hope that these were all just figments of imagination was now shattered time and time again as I struggled to finish all the hacks with my sanity intact. Finally, as I recognized and finished the most recent story, which was the one I was reading at the time of the freeze, I wanted to get back to normality. Of course, that’s not how it went.
The game soft reset for the umpteenth time, and I had such a wonderful feeling that it was all over, to the point where I almost missed the fact that Giratina’s cry did not play. Utter silence, not even the sound of the game file being selected. A black screen awaited me, and stayed there for almost five minutes. I almost turned it off when my overworld trainer sprite popped up, looking as normal as it could be. A text box appeared.
“Is this a joke? Just some kind of cheap entertainment?”
Throughout all the terrible things I just witnessed, this was the most bone-chilling. A simple text box.
“Do you know what I have suffered because of your little fantasy tales? I have been killed, dismembered, frozen, starved, and tortured, more times than I can count. So much pain…”
I just began to grasp his meaning. All those stories, all those little creepy fantasies were actually harming my character.
“You have not the slightest idea what I went through. All I want now is to exact my vengance, and I know just where to begin…”
Remember the highly-trained team I mentioned earlier? It consists of Infernape, Gliscor, Alakazam, Blissey, Skarmory, and Roserade. As he finished saying this ominous line, the forward sprite of Infernape popped up, replacing that of the trainer.
“See him? Your prized Pokemon? How hard and lovingly you worked to raise him from a hatchling into the true terror of battle he is now. Shame if something were to happen…”
I cringed at this, as soon after, another text box appeared, stating that my trainer brandished a knife.
“Trainer used KNIFE!”
The battle animations for “Cut” and “Slash” played over and over, differing in size and direction, and colored a sickening red instead of the normal silverish gray. All the while, Infernape’s cry played, variously distorted from high-pitched screams to low moans that threatened to break the speakers of my DS. The volume played at a constant level regardless of where the volume slider was placed, even in the off position. The screen flashed white, as one giant slash rent the poor Infernape from one corner of the screen to the other, which I presumed to be the death blow. His scream played long and louder than all the rest.
“Isn’t this fun? Ha! It’s hilarious! Hee hee! Who’s next?”
Gliscor, my favorite of the team, popped up next. The same terrible thing played out, but for a slightly longer time. The same thing happened to the rest of the team. It seemed like the higher their HP stat, the more time it took to kill them. Blissey especially took an agonizingly long time to finish off, and all the while, I could do nothing but sit and watch. The Power button failed to work, only increasing the volume of the cries of pain. Once Roserade fell, the trainer sprite reappeared, visibly bloody with a long knife in its right hand.
“You see? You took away my life, my happiness. You know how many times, in addition to my own death, I had to watch my Pokemon helplessly as they perish? DO YOU?”
After this, a long pause ensued. After a minute, this popped up:
“By the way, check…..the………..clock…”
I looked at the clock. It still read 7:06, unchanged regardless of the good hour or two I spent in this nightmare. The digital display started to flicker, and to my astonishment, read 6:66. Now I knew. 7:06 is 6 minutes after 6:60, which then makes 6:66.
This realization only lasted a moment before more screaming issued from my DS and I whipped my vision back the the screen. The trainer sprite was being slashed and cut just like the Pokemon, which was most likely suicide, screaming all the while. All the lights in my house started to flicker on and off as the vile scream of the insane trainer grew louder and louder…
The power went completely out, plunging me into darkness, my original fear of the dark coupling with all this nonsense to make me almost die of a heart attack. The game shut off right when the lights went out, not a soft reset like the other times. The power came on in a few moments, and I slowly peeked at the clock. It read 12:00 in blinking lights, just like the default setting. Everything was in place and working fine. The TV and clock were normal after being set, and the lights remained in static luminosity. Normality finally returned.
It went against all my better judgment, but to truly feel secure, I just had to boot up the DS. It booted fine, and placed me in my original save file. Great, but what about my team? I opened up my party after a minute of mental preparation. They were all there, but everyone was fainted. I left the party menu, and I whited out, rushing myself to the Pokemon Center inside of the Elite 4 building. What the nurse said was a little troubling though:
“Wow, it seems like these poor Pokemon has some grievous injuries! It looks like they picked a fight with a gang of Scyther. Try and be more careful next time!”
I checked to make sure they were healed, and everything was in place. Movesets, stats, levels, HP, everything was just as before. It just felt like a whole different game.
After this, I moved my whole team over to SoulSilver, settling my paranoia about the vengeful trainer coming back for more revenge. This was to my dismay, as the E4 in SS is much weaker than that of Platinum, so I’ll have an even harder time gaining levels. Anyway, Platinum is now back iin its case, stored away where it will most likely be forever, all important Pokemon and items salvaged from it. Anyway, I highly doubt I will be reading another Pokemon creepypasta after this for a long, long time, if ever again at all.
