OK, this is the story my buddy told me. He had bought a FireRed cartridge off of ebay once, and when he got it, he noticed that on the label was this unusual red blotch. Dismissing it as an accidental paint stain, My buddy(i'll refer to him as John) put it in his GBA and booted it up. That's when things got creepy. Instead of the normal title screen, the title text was all garbled and warped. The Charizard's face was all ghastly and wrinkled, as if it had risen from the dead. Intrigued, John continued to play, using the previous owner's file. Looking at the pokemon roster, he noticed never before seen pokemon: a demonic fire/ghost pokemon called Lucipher, a squidlike psychic/water pokemon called Starspawn, a skeletal Charizard called Necrozard, a horrifyingly gruesome Poison type slime called Ickgore, a disfigured , distorted Pikachu nicknamed 666,and a pictureless Pokemon nicknamed Rodney. Oddly enough, the pokemon were all level 99, even though the avatar had no badges. John continued to play, but he remembers the soundtrack was garbled, like when you have the radio on and you pass a radio station, and can hear the station's broadcast underneath the music you are listening to. John said he would occasionally hear reversed pokemon cries, a faint version of the bumping noise, and, the most unexplainable, the sound of what seemed to be chanting
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Pokemon "Bloodred" Creepypasta
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Anyways, John continued to play, and he talked to an NPC. This is what the NPC said:
go aWAy. i dOn'T wANT yOU pLAYInG my GAme.
Then, the NPC disappeared. John walked into Pewter City, and things got very disturbed.
The Gym looked like it got trashed….. it was blackened by flames, there were holes in the wall, and there was debris everywhere. John entered the gym, and he began to hear the chanting again. He moved towards the end of the room, and suddenly, a text box popped up and said:
Necrozard has disappeared!
The text box was followed by:
You found a Mew!
John opened the Pokemon roster, and sure enough, Necrozard had been replaced by a Lv 1 Mew. STrangely, all the other pokemon had been cut down to level 66. Exiting the Roster, John noticed the chanting was a bit louder and a bit more clear. Continuing towards the end of the room, the screen became garbled and the chanting got louder and clearer, until John could hear what the chant said…. latin phrasesthat sounded like this: DIMITTO MODO VEL ABEO SOLUS. (LEave now or die alone) DIABOLUS QUIESCO PROFUNDUS SUBTER SEPULCHRUM (the devil sleeps deep below the tomb.)
At that, John couldn't take it. He shut off the GBA and ripped out the game, realizing that the game had something evil within.
To this day,every now and then ,hen he's alone, he says, he can hear the chanting of the previous owner, saying: Dimitto modo vel abeo solus.
This was total nightmare fuel for me
Now, what did we say about multiposting?
You probably should've just added this to one of the creepypasta articles.
Reading through it, it's one of the weaker creepypastas I've seen. Too fast paced to be creepy.
@CjayS
I was continuing the story…
If you got into detail and told more about it would be better (To me.)
Omomon
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@angrypwnser
Then why didn't you just edit the older post to continue the story?
@angrypwnser STOP MAKING USELESS THREADS!
Well this was the worst creepypasta ever…
Not even HALF as creepy as the Lost Silver creepypasta. :/
Only justin bieber would find this scary
I found it slightly entertaining. Sheesh, why do you guys have to be so mean? Sorry pwnzer but people now have the mindset to neg everything you post. But try to heed some of the advice brother and maybe people wont be such babies about your posts etc.
Okay: time for the big reveal: i made it up. do i have a future in writing horror stories?
nope… if you want to write you need to study, read a lot and then begin to write. if you don't do that you will be one of those stupids who writes amazingly bad poems and think they're great