Everyone's read those creepy stories... The stories about the Pokemon that supposedly kill, or the hacks that contain creepy messages that show up in secondhand stores every now and then.
Sure, the stories are creepy. You read them, and you feel a shiver down your spine. But then you finish reading, and get on with your life. After all, there's no way those hacks could exist.
There's no way that someone could just find something like that, and even if there was... What impact would it have on their lives?
Unless, of course, the "hack" wasn't just a practical joke. Unless the "hack" wasn't just some urban legend.
What if the screwed up cartridge contained the words of a living, breathing person?
I didn't believe that you could butcher a Pokemon game so badly...
I honestly might never touch another cartridge for as long as I live.
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A few years ago, I knew a kid named Jacob. We never really spoke much, and I probably never would've given him a second thought if he wasn't in my class. Even then, we were never even close. Mere acquaintances.
Life moved on, I forgot he even existed. Once we left middle school, he moved on to some private high school out in the suburbs, going out of sight and out of mind. However...
Sh**, I never should've gotten into this... About four months ago, he transferred into my high school. Bullies were giving him trouble at his old school, so, naturally, he wanted out. Understandable, considering how weak the guy actually was. But even if I hadn't known him very well... Even if I only knew him through school, I could tell that he had changed significantly in the years we had lost contact.
He had grown paler, weaker, and he'd developed a huge interest in the paranormal, stuff that typically creeped me out too much to get into.
Long story short, I befriended him out of pity, and we had some good times together. The kid was remarkably intelligent, but it was almost as if he hated the world, and thought of nothing besides revenge.
The kid offed himself about two months ago, two months after I'd gotten to know him. No warning, nothing to push him over the edge, he just...
His parents (Who were surprisingly friendly and positive, considering who there kid was) had found him hanging from the ceiling. Underneath his body, he had left a blank red GBA cartridge, with a messily written note stating that the cartridge was "For T S." My initials.
I was one of the few people who attended his funeral, though it was more out of respect for the parents. What mattered most was, though I hate to admit it, that blank red cartridge sitting on my bookshelf at home. I had really wanted to know he wanted to show me.
I... regret my curiosity.
After the ceremonies and mourning had ended, I used my first bit of alone time to fire up my blue SP. Thinking back to those stories about Pokemon hacks, I hesitantly put Pokemon Red (What else could it be?) into the device.
I was greeted with a black screen, and then the usual intro sequence, minus the music. Instead, all that could be heard was the first note of the Lavender Town melody, played over and over...
At the menu, that's when things started to get weird. I had accidentally hit NEW GAME out of habit, but, rather than Prof. Oak, these words appeared:
"Starting over isn't so easy. I made it just for you."
I mentally scratched my head, but thought nothing of it. Scrolling down to CONTINUE, I held my breath and dove in.
I was in the starting location. Like everyone else, I checked the current player.
Name: WILL
Playtime: 6:66 (What a twisted sense of humor...)
Pokedex: 6
Badges: 8
All badges with only six Pokemon...?
Whatever. I closed the window, and decided to have a little look around. It was when I actually started interacting with objects that I actually noticed the differences.
At first, I tried to leave the room. I'd seen the starting room before, so why look around?
"I can't leave. There's only one way to end this."
Slightly creeped out, I tried to ignore this, and decided to check the bed.
"Only one way to sleep..."
The computer:
"Hello, T S. Have you seen my Pokemon yet?"
I had totally forgotten about that, too wrapped up in the surroundings...
Taking a deep breath, I closed the text box, and opened the menu. Hesitating slightly, I examined his party.
Six Mews, all level 5, all with strange names.
CHECK
THE
SPACE
BEHIND
THE
TV
I didn't know why, but something... Something was sending chills up and down my spine. Maybe it was the fact that this was the last thing this kid did. Maybe because it was directed at me... Maybe because all the hints in the room pointed towards one, inevitable outcome.
I had to do it. Morbid curiosity was mixed with respect for his memory. He had wanted me to see something, and I couldn't say no...
I closed the menu, took a deep breath, and, just like finding a hidden item, checked the space behind the TV.
"Say hello to me for me."
I blinked. What the...?
Before I could hit A, the game automatically cut to a battle screen. No music (I just noticed... Has the music even been playing at all?), no sound, just the familiar animation that led to a battle.
My trainer sprite was standing in front of one of the Ghosts of Lavender Town. However, what happened next... Just read for yourself.
"JACOB wants to battle!
Go, THOMAS!
JACOB sent out JACOB!"
The Ghost disappeared, replaced by another Ghost. My sprite simply remained static.
More importantly... Thomas... That was my name. Clearly, this was more than just a usual battle.
>FIGHT PKMN
ITEM RUN
>TACKLE
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I selected Tackle, knowing it was hopeless. But...
"Come with me, Thomas.
GHOST used SELFDESTRUCT!"
What the hell? That's not even...
A high-pitched shriek emanated from my speakers, as the screen went black.
Clearly, I had died.
This was too much for me. With sweaty hands, I flicked the power switch.
Nothing happened. The black remained, the screeching continued. I pulled the cartridge out. Still, it stayed the same...
In desperation, I opened the window in my room and threw the thing out in the street, silencing it for good.
SPs aren't that expensive anymore. I can get a new one. Sentimental value wasn't worth what I had just suffered.
As for the cartridge...
I didn't destroy it. I couldn't, and I still can't. I think there was supposed to be something after that battle, and one day, I might have the guts to reach it.
For now... I can't bear to remember those days. Though it wasn't that long ago, it feels like an eternity away...
I still have the cartridge. There was something else I was meant to see.
Sometimes, the light will flicker in my room, or the water will start running inexplicably. Maybe this house is getting old, or maybe Jacob is just checking in.