Post by Zorayda on Nov 4, 2010 10:57:30 GMT -5
Okay, is it just me, or is Pokemon Creepypasta seriously popular?
I found a bunch of these in random places online, and I thought I'd share...if you dare to read them *bwahahahaha*
STORY ONE:
It was lovely to be in Olivine again. Kotone inhaled deeply, the salty smell of the ocean welcoming her with open arms.
Her hand glided over a pocket, feeling with Silver Wing inside. The Kimono Girls, along with Professor Elm, told her the same story; she had to return to Olivine.
She smiled down at Azumarill, whose ears twitched happily. It was finally time to explore the islands! The only issue was getting there safely, and knowing which island to start in…
“Hmm, before we go, let’s grab a bite at the diner!” Kotone did miss the delicious homemade food of the Olivine diner.
While waiting for her meal, Kotone had taken the wing out of her pocket, observing it once again. What was this used for, exactly? Why was it given to her?
She sighed, putting it down. One of the Kimono girls had mentioned a summoning of some sort. Maybe it called in some epic, giant bird… that was all hers to capture.
With a smile, she let some of the ceiling light reflect off the wing. It really was beautiful.
“Excuse me, lass? But is that a Silver Wing you have there?”
The voice made her jump, and she turned to face a sailor peering over her shoulder.
“Uh, yeah… why?” Maybe he knew about it too. “It’s for Whirl Islands, right?”
The sailor frowned. “You aren’t thinking of going, are you?”
The smile left her face. “I-is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
“You must have heard the legend surrounding them, correct? No young kid like you would want to go…”
“Legend? No, I haven’t heard.” Kotone shook her head. Now curious, she pointed to the adjacent seat. “What is it?”
“Legend is the islands are horribly unsafe, and bad kids are sent there as punishment. None of them have ever returned, so some think it’s true,” he began. “It’s really why no one’s gone near them…”
She was trying to process what she heard. Bad kids? Did he mean criminals, or kids who had committed things such as misdemeanors or things not as severe? It’d be quite the cruel punishment for not cleaning a room, not doing chores… it didn’t make sense.
“That can’t be true…” Kotone shook her head. “Why to Whirl Islands?”
“I couldn’t tell you, simply because I don’t know. All I know is of their danger,” he replied.
Kotone glanced at the wing again, biting her lip. Perhaps it was best she stayed away. No worth in risking her life over a Pokemon, right? There were plenty of rare Pokemon out there for her to capture.
“But, it is only a legend…” He felt a bit bad for crushing her ambition. “No one really does know if it’s true.”
“Where did you hear it from, then?” Kotone raised an eyebrow. It had to be passed down from somewhere.
“An older man who lives here tells that to his kids, and it started spreading like wildfire. Who knows if it’s the truth, or a father trying to make his kids behave,” he shrugged. “What it really is, no one knows.”
Those words made her feel a little better, at least. The fear still lingered, but a sense of adventure was making her want to go.
Yet she couldn’t go alone. For great adventure, to a perilous place, a friend was needed.
“Y-you’re serious?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up on the screen. “You want me to explore Whirl Islands with me?”
Kotone nodded. She was currently in the Pokemon center, talking to her fellow childhood friend over a video chat. “Well, it’s dangerous, so it’s best we go together, right?”
“Of course!” He nodded, grinning widely. “I’ll fly over, and we’ll totally prove that creepy myth false.”
“Right,” she nodded. “I’ll be by Route 40 waiting for you.”
“Sweet! I’ll be there soon!” With a click, the screen went black.
Kotone stood up, shaking off the last of her nerves. It was just a myth, right? Just a myth…
Once the two met up, they sailed out to Whirl Islands. The roaring whirlpools were anything but welcoming, eager to destroy anything in their path. With Hibiki’s Feraligatr, the two glided over, facing one of the caves.
It certainly didn’t seem welcoming. Cold air blew from it, carrying a musty odor. Kotone held back the urge to gag, taking a step back on the wet sand. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…
“Come on! We gotta explore!” Hibiki took her hand, leading her into the pitch-black cave.
“Hold on…” Kotone sent out her Ampharos, who instantly lit the room up with a bright flash. “Well, we can see now…”
So far, the myth seemed false. No evidence was there to prove dead kids were lying around. No skeletons, no corpses…
Hibiki pointed to a ladder leading to a lower level. “You ready to check this place out?”
“As… as ready as I’ll ever be.” And that was honest. This place was giving her the chills.
With another burst of light, the second room came into view. As they went deeper into the cave, the musty odor seemed to get stronger and stronger. Ampharos was starting to whine, not wanting to go on much further. In the complete silence of the cave, the faint sound of rushing water could be heard.
“Hey, Kotone! That wing in your pocket is glowing!” Hibiki pointed out.
“Wha- oh…” Kotone went to pick it up, squinting. Why was it so bright…? “I guess it is meant to summon something…”
“Let’s follow the sound of the water. Whatever it is, it’s gotta be there,” he held his hand out again.
She took his hand, and the duo went deeper into the darkness.
They reached a room with a waterfall, crashing down onto the small lake with great force.
“Kotone, where’s the wing?” Hibiki asked. “Oh, don’t tell me you lost it!”
“No, it’s in here…” Even Ampharos’ flash wasn’t lighting the place up. It was dim light, at the best. She was lead by the glowing of it, going out to grab it.
A faint growl stopped her dead in her tracks. Kotone looked up, facing two bright red eyes. In the faint light, a large silhouette of a bird could be seen.
The bird now roared, causing Kotone to stumble back. It was obviously unhappy at being woken up.
“Hibiki! Run!” Kotone scrambled away from the beast, avoiding a blow from its tail. Hibiki wasn’t anywhere to be seen or heard over the roaring. Maybe he ran away without her... what a coward.
With a stroke of luck, she found a small crevice, diving into it instantly. Her hand landed on something hard and brittle, it shattering completely.
“What on earth--” With a look of horror, Kotone realized what she had touched was a skull.
Squinting, she realized that more skeletons littered the room. Were these the bad kids?! Almost gagging, Kotone held her breath, the odor bringing tears to her eyes. In the far back, she guessed, corpses were slowly rotting away.
She had to get out, and quickly. Crossing her fingers, Kotone dashed out of the crevice, barely avoiding another blow from the enraged Pokemon.
Kotone ran and ran until she hit light, collapsing on the cold floor. She was still in the caves, completely unsure of where the exit was.
Shuddering, she looked to see icicles decorating the wall. Another thought crossed her mind – that beast wasn’t the only thing that killed them. The kids must have frozen to death, and starved as well.
They had been lost in the labyrinth, tortured by a slow coming death.
It took hours, but she had managed to find the exit, sinking slowly onto the cold sand. She was safe! About to cry in joy, one last thing occurred to her.
Hibiki was nowhere in sight.
STORY 2:
I met my best friend in elementary school. We had both brought our Gameboys to school one day and sat together at lunch once we realized what we had in common. I had Blue version and a Venausaur, he had Red version and a Charizard. He and I battled whenever we could and became great pals. As the years went on, we continued playing Pokemon, even through high school. Throughout all of the Pokemon generations and versions we went though, the battles never became dull.
As we approached college, we had to go separate ways. We didn't speak much after that; we had such busy lives to follow in college. I didn't think we would ever regain the friendship we once had. Then, Pokemon Diamond and Pearl were released in 2007 and we once again enjoyed our common interest in the series. We battled and talked over Wi-Fi nearly every day for a few weeks after its release.
My friend told me that he planned to play through his old Red version again. Since it had been about three months after the release of Diamond and Pearl, we didn't play them as much as before. I asked him why he wanted to play that dusty old cartridge, and he responded, "I don't know, maybe I'll find something that no one has found before."
Despite my unwillingness to run through my Blue version with him, he played his Red version anyway. After he started his journey, I never talked to him again. About three weeks later, I received a call from my friend's parents.
Even though he never had any similar problems before, he died from what was speculated to be an intense seizure. He was alone in his dorm room until a roommate, who was unfortunately too late, found him lying on the ground, lifeless, and strangely wearing his favorite headphones. I flew out as soon as I could to attend his funeral. His roommate, who was going to attend as well, informed me that just days before the incident my friend was becoming obsessed with Lavender Town and its music. My friend had aspired to become a sound engineer after graduating and had a wide range of audio skills at his disposal. He could always hear quiet sounds vividly while I failed to even recognize them at all.
As soon as he rediscovered Lavender Town, he ripped its audio to his computer and began experimenting with it. He had told the roommate that, "The frequencies in this one are different; they blend together in a special way. But there's something missing. I think something was meant to be mixed in, but it never could have worked on the Gameboy. It was so limited in terms of sound bandwidth." I had the chance to go through his laptop one last time, so I visited his Recent Items list. At the very top read "lavender.wav". Along with a few photos of us together, I copied this to my flash drive. Caught in my sadness over my best friend's death, I ignored the audio file until a few weeks before writing this. I somehow recently decided that I needed to retrace what had happened.
Driven by my desire to know what caused his untimely death, I opened the properties dialog box for the audio file, without opening the file to listen to it. Within the comments section of the metadata, he had written, "binaural tones, i added the necessary frequencies, i know why lavender town sounds so sad, and i know the part that was missing". Even eerier, I looked in his default audio program (still without listening to the file) and found the playcount for this file. One. I chatted with a sound enthusiast online in hope to decipher these cryptic comments. He gave me some special software which would analyze the audio in real time and said that was the most that could be done. This video is a screen recording of me running the aforementioned software with the original audio file. To this day I have not listened to the actual audio, as I am too emotionally disturbed by my best friend, Anthony's, death.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK2iLnTR9V8
STORY 3:
Beware, there's a lot of swearing and overall scary-ness...
I found a bunch of these in random places online, and I thought I'd share...if you dare to read them *bwahahahaha*
STORY ONE:
It was lovely to be in Olivine again. Kotone inhaled deeply, the salty smell of the ocean welcoming her with open arms.
Her hand glided over a pocket, feeling with Silver Wing inside. The Kimono Girls, along with Professor Elm, told her the same story; she had to return to Olivine.
She smiled down at Azumarill, whose ears twitched happily. It was finally time to explore the islands! The only issue was getting there safely, and knowing which island to start in…
“Hmm, before we go, let’s grab a bite at the diner!” Kotone did miss the delicious homemade food of the Olivine diner.
While waiting for her meal, Kotone had taken the wing out of her pocket, observing it once again. What was this used for, exactly? Why was it given to her?
She sighed, putting it down. One of the Kimono girls had mentioned a summoning of some sort. Maybe it called in some epic, giant bird… that was all hers to capture.
With a smile, she let some of the ceiling light reflect off the wing. It really was beautiful.
“Excuse me, lass? But is that a Silver Wing you have there?”
The voice made her jump, and she turned to face a sailor peering over her shoulder.
“Uh, yeah… why?” Maybe he knew about it too. “It’s for Whirl Islands, right?”
The sailor frowned. “You aren’t thinking of going, are you?”
The smile left her face. “I-is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
“You must have heard the legend surrounding them, correct? No young kid like you would want to go…”
“Legend? No, I haven’t heard.” Kotone shook her head. Now curious, she pointed to the adjacent seat. “What is it?”
“Legend is the islands are horribly unsafe, and bad kids are sent there as punishment. None of them have ever returned, so some think it’s true,” he began. “It’s really why no one’s gone near them…”
She was trying to process what she heard. Bad kids? Did he mean criminals, or kids who had committed things such as misdemeanors or things not as severe? It’d be quite the cruel punishment for not cleaning a room, not doing chores… it didn’t make sense.
“That can’t be true…” Kotone shook her head. “Why to Whirl Islands?”
“I couldn’t tell you, simply because I don’t know. All I know is of their danger,” he replied.
Kotone glanced at the wing again, biting her lip. Perhaps it was best she stayed away. No worth in risking her life over a Pokemon, right? There were plenty of rare Pokemon out there for her to capture.
“But, it is only a legend…” He felt a bit bad for crushing her ambition. “No one really does know if it’s true.”
“Where did you hear it from, then?” Kotone raised an eyebrow. It had to be passed down from somewhere.
“An older man who lives here tells that to his kids, and it started spreading like wildfire. Who knows if it’s the truth, or a father trying to make his kids behave,” he shrugged. “What it really is, no one knows.”
Those words made her feel a little better, at least. The fear still lingered, but a sense of adventure was making her want to go.
Yet she couldn’t go alone. For great adventure, to a perilous place, a friend was needed.
“Y-you’re serious?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up on the screen. “You want me to explore Whirl Islands with me?”
Kotone nodded. She was currently in the Pokemon center, talking to her fellow childhood friend over a video chat. “Well, it’s dangerous, so it’s best we go together, right?”
“Of course!” He nodded, grinning widely. “I’ll fly over, and we’ll totally prove that creepy myth false.”
“Right,” she nodded. “I’ll be by Route 40 waiting for you.”
“Sweet! I’ll be there soon!” With a click, the screen went black.
Kotone stood up, shaking off the last of her nerves. It was just a myth, right? Just a myth…
Once the two met up, they sailed out to Whirl Islands. The roaring whirlpools were anything but welcoming, eager to destroy anything in their path. With Hibiki’s Feraligatr, the two glided over, facing one of the caves.
It certainly didn’t seem welcoming. Cold air blew from it, carrying a musty odor. Kotone held back the urge to gag, taking a step back on the wet sand. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…
“Come on! We gotta explore!” Hibiki took her hand, leading her into the pitch-black cave.
“Hold on…” Kotone sent out her Ampharos, who instantly lit the room up with a bright flash. “Well, we can see now…”
So far, the myth seemed false. No evidence was there to prove dead kids were lying around. No skeletons, no corpses…
Hibiki pointed to a ladder leading to a lower level. “You ready to check this place out?”
“As… as ready as I’ll ever be.” And that was honest. This place was giving her the chills.
With another burst of light, the second room came into view. As they went deeper into the cave, the musty odor seemed to get stronger and stronger. Ampharos was starting to whine, not wanting to go on much further. In the complete silence of the cave, the faint sound of rushing water could be heard.
“Hey, Kotone! That wing in your pocket is glowing!” Hibiki pointed out.
“Wha- oh…” Kotone went to pick it up, squinting. Why was it so bright…? “I guess it is meant to summon something…”
“Let’s follow the sound of the water. Whatever it is, it’s gotta be there,” he held his hand out again.
She took his hand, and the duo went deeper into the darkness.
They reached a room with a waterfall, crashing down onto the small lake with great force.
“Kotone, where’s the wing?” Hibiki asked. “Oh, don’t tell me you lost it!”
“No, it’s in here…” Even Ampharos’ flash wasn’t lighting the place up. It was dim light, at the best. She was lead by the glowing of it, going out to grab it.
A faint growl stopped her dead in her tracks. Kotone looked up, facing two bright red eyes. In the faint light, a large silhouette of a bird could be seen.
The bird now roared, causing Kotone to stumble back. It was obviously unhappy at being woken up.
“Hibiki! Run!” Kotone scrambled away from the beast, avoiding a blow from its tail. Hibiki wasn’t anywhere to be seen or heard over the roaring. Maybe he ran away without her... what a coward.
With a stroke of luck, she found a small crevice, diving into it instantly. Her hand landed on something hard and brittle, it shattering completely.
“What on earth--” With a look of horror, Kotone realized what she had touched was a skull.
Squinting, she realized that more skeletons littered the room. Were these the bad kids?! Almost gagging, Kotone held her breath, the odor bringing tears to her eyes. In the far back, she guessed, corpses were slowly rotting away.
She had to get out, and quickly. Crossing her fingers, Kotone dashed out of the crevice, barely avoiding another blow from the enraged Pokemon.
Kotone ran and ran until she hit light, collapsing on the cold floor. She was still in the caves, completely unsure of where the exit was.
Shuddering, she looked to see icicles decorating the wall. Another thought crossed her mind – that beast wasn’t the only thing that killed them. The kids must have frozen to death, and starved as well.
They had been lost in the labyrinth, tortured by a slow coming death.
It took hours, but she had managed to find the exit, sinking slowly onto the cold sand. She was safe! About to cry in joy, one last thing occurred to her.
Hibiki was nowhere in sight.
STORY 2:
I met my best friend in elementary school. We had both brought our Gameboys to school one day and sat together at lunch once we realized what we had in common. I had Blue version and a Venausaur, he had Red version and a Charizard. He and I battled whenever we could and became great pals. As the years went on, we continued playing Pokemon, even through high school. Throughout all of the Pokemon generations and versions we went though, the battles never became dull.
As we approached college, we had to go separate ways. We didn't speak much after that; we had such busy lives to follow in college. I didn't think we would ever regain the friendship we once had. Then, Pokemon Diamond and Pearl were released in 2007 and we once again enjoyed our common interest in the series. We battled and talked over Wi-Fi nearly every day for a few weeks after its release.
My friend told me that he planned to play through his old Red version again. Since it had been about three months after the release of Diamond and Pearl, we didn't play them as much as before. I asked him why he wanted to play that dusty old cartridge, and he responded, "I don't know, maybe I'll find something that no one has found before."
Despite my unwillingness to run through my Blue version with him, he played his Red version anyway. After he started his journey, I never talked to him again. About three weeks later, I received a call from my friend's parents.
Even though he never had any similar problems before, he died from what was speculated to be an intense seizure. He was alone in his dorm room until a roommate, who was unfortunately too late, found him lying on the ground, lifeless, and strangely wearing his favorite headphones. I flew out as soon as I could to attend his funeral. His roommate, who was going to attend as well, informed me that just days before the incident my friend was becoming obsessed with Lavender Town and its music. My friend had aspired to become a sound engineer after graduating and had a wide range of audio skills at his disposal. He could always hear quiet sounds vividly while I failed to even recognize them at all.
As soon as he rediscovered Lavender Town, he ripped its audio to his computer and began experimenting with it. He had told the roommate that, "The frequencies in this one are different; they blend together in a special way. But there's something missing. I think something was meant to be mixed in, but it never could have worked on the Gameboy. It was so limited in terms of sound bandwidth." I had the chance to go through his laptop one last time, so I visited his Recent Items list. At the very top read "lavender.wav". Along with a few photos of us together, I copied this to my flash drive. Caught in my sadness over my best friend's death, I ignored the audio file until a few weeks before writing this. I somehow recently decided that I needed to retrace what had happened.
Driven by my desire to know what caused his untimely death, I opened the properties dialog box for the audio file, without opening the file to listen to it. Within the comments section of the metadata, he had written, "binaural tones, i added the necessary frequencies, i know why lavender town sounds so sad, and i know the part that was missing". Even eerier, I looked in his default audio program (still without listening to the file) and found the playcount for this file. One. I chatted with a sound enthusiast online in hope to decipher these cryptic comments. He gave me some special software which would analyze the audio in real time and said that was the most that could be done. This video is a screen recording of me running the aforementioned software with the original audio file. To this day I have not listened to the actual audio, as I am too emotionally disturbed by my best friend, Anthony's, death.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK2iLnTR9V8
STORY 3:
Beware, there's a lot of swearing and overall scary-ness...
" I hate rigged games like that, they scare me so bad, and yet I love reading about them! I'm always sure there's something that's gonna pop out and eat me Q_Q