Forgotten ~ Chapter 19 [LokixReader]
Another long day of your lessons had finished, and with your evening meal taken with Thor, Sif, and the Warriors three done, you returned to Loki’s chambers and collapsed exhausted on the bed. Loki was not here, so you hardly felt awkward to be lying on the bed with your legs swung over the side in a way that wasn’t exactly lady like considering that you were wearing one of the dresses Loki had given you (the black one, in fact).
You continued lying there for a few more moments, debating what you wanted to do. Tired as you were, you didn’t really want to go to sleep just yet. You were fully aware that yet another long day of strenuous lessons of magic and swordsmanship was only a few hours a
Forgotten ~ Chapter 41 [LokixReader]
~A BEAST OF HATE~
Mangog. The name rang oddly familiar in your mind. Too familiar, and it made you feel unsettled. You had become accustomed to not having the memories of your past, and though you were not content to live without answers, it hadn’t been such present thought in your mind since Odin had told you about Nidavellir. But now…now you sorely wished you had your memory. Knowing that you knew the name Mangog was all you could recall, but there had to be more than that, didn’t there?
“Are you well, _________?” Eitri inquired, noting how you had become suddenly withdrawn and distant. Your facial features were tight with concern and frustration, and only Loki could understand why.
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
PsychotrhaSo tell me your story if you like.
Hi, my name is Dan and I fear many things, most simple things but my biggest fear sounds more stupid then the rest of them... Bunnies and rabbits are my biggest fear. You may think they are soft and cute, and most bunnies are... But not this one... I know that you will think I'm insane and crazy after this story, the story of why I became insane...
I was outside in the garden, just chilling, reading and drinking my soda. My little sister, Carly had her friend over so they could play in the pool. They loved jumping in to the pool. Then Carly and her friend jumped in to the pool at the same time so the water splashed all over me. While I walked in to the house all wet, they said sorry when I walked in, but I just ignored them.
When I came in the house my mom said to me
-Well now that you're wet you can just as well take a shower. You haven't taken a shower for three days now, you smell sweat.
-Yeah, yeah! I guess I'll do that then.
I responded with an a
Creepypasta: Mad LoveBianca trotted through town. Her paws pushed up against her chest and fluffed up her paw fur. The other pokemon looked away. Those who were rude enough to stare gaped. Bianca turned up her nose and padded softly up to the shop run by Travis R. Flareon. He was organizing a large pile of berries and his back was turned.
"Sir," Bianca said quietly. Travis turned around and his eyes popped.
"Um-um-um-" he stammered nervously. "Mrs. Bianca? Erm, what do you want? Well, that is, what would you like?"
Bianca leaned in close. "I want all your Oran berries and your TMs. And I don't expect to have to pay for it."
"Well, erm, Mrs. Bianca, I, uh, I'm not sure if I can afford to give away so much for free," Travis stammered. Bianca leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek. Travis blushed. "But I'll make it work." He turned and gave her a pile of Oran berries and TMs.
"Thanks, hon," Bianca said with a dangerous smile. She began to turn, but then stopped. Perhaps he deserves just a
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 in my pocket for some money.
"Well, it's purebred and rare and all that, so I'd have to say... $10,000?"
I withdrew my hands from my pockets. "No deal. You find me a shiny one, maybe, but for a regular Absol, the highest price I can pay is
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
Creepypasta: A Lavender CurseSo many people... the largest town... so many people... too many people...
Lavender Town. It started out with 41 people, making it the largest town in the Pokemon World. The Pokemon Tower, full of ghosts and Cubone, and one Marowak ghost, is a very popular tourist attraction. But no one knows how Lavender Town lost so many people at one time. I do... and I can tell you.
You're itching for this to be a scary story, I see. I can tell by the way your eyes are shining, even in this dark cave. You think
(so many people too many people)
that it's the sort of story that sends shivers up one's spine. Well, you may be right. It all depends on how you think of it.
It was so long ago that it happened... my frail old mind must recall it. I can tell that you want to see how old I am... or at least what I look like. I can't show you that. Not until you've heard my story.
There is a faint purple haze that has always hung over Lavender Town. That is why the town was named so. Because
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 3
The hoot of an owl sounded, and managed to wake Ethan up. He opened his eyes slowly, and for his right eye, difficultly. Something seemed to be caked around his right eye, but he managed to look up.
He was lying on his back on the ground, in the middle of the forest; looking up into the sky. It was dark now, the sun had set and the numerous stars shined like gems in the sky. Ethan groaned, his entire body felt sore. Not quite remembering what had taken place, he tried to pick himself off of the ground, failed, and fell. He tried once more, and managed to sit up. He noticed a very strong scent in the air as well.
Something was off, his vision felt odd. The night seemed clearer to him, it was easier to point out different objects. His hand felt as if there was something on it. Ethan raised his right hand to look at it. Once his eyes made out the hand in the darkness, he gasped in horror at the sight of it.
Ethan’s right hand w