Creepypasta: DeadeonKylie walked down the path slowly. She was nervous about being anywhere near tall grass, because recent TV reports had mentioned a dangerous pokemon running wild through all of Sinnoh. Kylie only had five pokemon: Turtwig, Bidoof, Starly, Shinx, and Zubat.
Kylie froze. "Hello?" she called tentatively. "Is someone there?" She peered into the bushes, looking carefully for signs of a trainer.
The tall grass shook harder. Kylie remembered something her father had once told her. "Remember, Kylie, if the undergrowth rustles, it means a rare pokemon is hiding there. So always look for rustling grass!"
As always, thinking about her dad upset Kylie, since he had been killed by a rabid Ursaring two years ago. But if the grass was rustling, didn't it mean there was a rare pokemon there?
I've got to find out, Kylie decided. Nervously, she took a step into the tall grass where it rustled. Instantly the young trainer was accosted by a w
Creepypasta: Forever ZubatEver since that damned pokemon was discovered in caves, pokemon trainers all over the world have had to deal with its constant attacks. There have been millions of comics made millions of complaints but it doesn't change a thing. And I know this for a fact.
In the beginning, there was just one Zubat but I think you will learn the story in good time. For now, listen to my story. Listen to the tale of one of the greatest trainers in the world of pokemon before it happened.
I started out normally, of course my starter pokemon was a Turtwig and we were good friends. Our journeys were long and exhausting, but we managed to pull through every gym battle, every trainer battle, every wild pokemon encounter. Eventually, we caught more pokemon, but my Turtwig was still my constant favorite. Of course, he leveled up and eventually evolved into a Torterra.
As everyone knows, Zubats and Rattatas are some of the most common pokemon. Well, of course, when I arrived in a
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I used to love Absol. I've been a pokemon breeder for 3 years of my life, but never have I bred such a creature as Absol.
One day when I was returning another trainer's pokemon and egg, he offered to sell me an Absol for breeding. I already had one, and I bred it with Ditto sometimes when people needed Absols, but the only chance of breeding a shiny is only possible with two of the same species.
"What gender is it?" I asked suspiciously. I already had a male Absol.
"Female," the trainer replied with a grin. "C'mon, Jean, I know you have a male. My friend isn't training Absols anymore, so she offered to give me one. You know I've got one already, but I took it for you. You can have it - at a moderate price, of course."
"How much?" I demanded, fishing
After - Part 1I open my eyes. All I can see is darkness, though. No, wait, my eyes are adjusting, I can see some objects now; am I on the floor? I turn my head slowly to the side, and wince in pain a little. My body feels sore all over, why do I feel this way? I . . . I can’t remember . . .
I see there’s someone lying next to me, on the floor as well. My eyes try to adjust to the dark light to see who it is. This guy, he looks kind of familiar . . . but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is and . . . dear god, is that blood!?
Ignoring the soreness of my muscles I quickly scoot away from him, and he doesn’t move. I’m afraid he’s dead. There’s blood all over him, looks like there’s stab wounds in his chest. No, not just stab wounds, there’s a hole in his torso. A big, wide, gaping, hole. I can see some of his organs, oh lord it’s awful! I want to look away, but somehow the gruesome scene keeps my eyes locked onto it.
Then I notice there
MetamorphosisEver since I killed that little son-of-a-bitch with my own hands I've been irrationally obsessed. I just can't stop. It comes in the night and the day. That face... ever since that one day, it's been playing on my mind like a broken video tape. I ... I saved my brother from it, the face, a few months ago.
It had been reported on the news that a dangerous killer was on the loose in our area. There had been no pretext up to this, no strange events, just regular life until one night on the news there had been a reported mystery killing of a little girl that lived only a few streets away from us. Every time I had asked my parents about it, they had hushed up about it and refused to give me any proper details, saying they didn't want to worry me and my brother too much.
Of course, what a mistake that almost was. One night I was woken up by a sharp, but cut off scream from my brother's room down the hall. The door was open so I tiptoed in, there was a black mass crouching over my brother's b