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This is my first attempt at a real creepypasta. Don't expect anything special, and I really sucked at the end. I need to work on those. I spent a while writing this, hope you enjoy.
Let me explain a bit before I get into the story. I am a public defender for the los angeles police department seeking an insanity charge brought upon a serial killer. We had no evidence of insanity, so we decided to search the suspect's home. Inside, we found little to no evidence of insanity, so we decided to search his computer and electronics. They were all sent to forensic investigators, although a strange thing happened a week later. I attempted to call the investigators, but to no avail the number I got was either fake, or the line was disconnected. The next day, a small package arrived on my doorstep. I opened it, not knowing what it was, and it was one thing that we had sent them, what we had thought was innocuous, a bootleg GBA pokemon game. It was not one of those normal GBA pokemon games, with the sticker or the colored cartridge, it was the normal gray cartridge with no sticker, just writing in silver sharpie: Pokemon. Inside the cartridge, there was a piece of paper jammed inside. I took it out and unfolded the wrinkly paper. It was messily written, apparently the man who had written it was shaking. It said one thing. "HELP" In all capital letters. I blinked twice, not expecting what I was seeing. I remembered I had an old gameboy advance up in the attic. My first big mistake.
I brought the GBA cartridge up into the attic. I quickly searched around in some of the old boxes, but I couldn't find it. Then, I noticed it was lying there, open, on a dusty table, like someone had left it there for me. I jammed the cartridge in, wanting to see what all the fuss was about. Another big mistake. I switched on the GBA, and the normal GAMEBOY screen popped up momentarily before the game started up. Oddly, there was no intro, like the normal pokemon games. It cut straight to the "PRESS START" menu, showing a picture of a bulbasaur, at the top the normal lettering of "POKEMON LEAF GREEN" was there. All was going relatively normally, but not for long.
I continued, but I was expecting no save file, or at least a corrupted one. This one was in full working order. The game froze momentarily, then it showed me in a glitchy and foggy town, named "SUFFERING" All the sprites of people were edited to look decomposed. I thought, I wonder what the sound was like. I slipped the slider up, and it was painful to hear. It was a garbled mess of 16-bit beeps and screams. Not going down the rollercoaster screams, I'm-about-to-die screams. The type of scream that bounces off your brain, repeating itself to you, burning itself into your memory. I checked the pokemon party. It appeared to be decomposed bodies of children who had recently gone missing. I gagged to myself lightly. It pained me to do so, like I was giving these children unrest in the grave, to check their summary. To see the bodies in higher detail caused me to throw up in my mouth. I spat it out to my side, I didn't care at the moment. The stats were random characters, such as &^@, I wondered if the game would crash as soon as a battle was initiated. I checked the moves. There were none. How could this be possible?
I briefly checked the poke-dex about the pokemon he had in his party. The first in the pokedex was the first in his party. It listed his full name. David Stevens. I went into the information. It listed him as TIMID in nature, and listed the sports he played, when he went into and out of school, when he played sports, almost everything about his personality. It even listed who his friends were.
I exited the info page, creeped out at all the information he had about them, and feeling bad for the boy's family. I scrolled down the pokedex, and noticed all the pokemon were dead bodies, except for a few, which were pictures of the living. Then it hit me. I went to the gender differences page, and surely, there was a picture of them alive, and dead. I went to the pokedex page of those with a living picture, and the picture underneath where it listed "Dead" was just a question mark. Most of the hundred or so people had a dead body as their picture, and instead of a pokeball to symbolize them being caught, they had a knife next to them, to symbolize their death. The dead bodies were mangled, and some of them were more gruesome than the other. Some had been hacked into pieces, others had acid poured on their struggling bodies, and others their skin ripped from their writhing muscles. Some were more decomposed than others, showing all the killings had taken place over a reasonable amount of time. All this new information was flowing into me, and the nausea couldn't be held off for much longer. I threw up, but to my side. Barf dripped onto my pants, but I didn't care. I needed to find this guy's incentive. I needed to find out more about him.
My heart was beating out of my chest. This man was a madman. He had changed one of the most nostalgic games from my childhood into a mental training tool and an organization tool. I went to go see what a battle was like. The tall grass was glitchy against the deep fog, like the game couldn't decide whether to show the fog or the grass. I walked through the grass, and quickly encountered a battle. Instead of sending out a pokemon, the "trainer" came out and stayed out. The "pokemon" was one of the already killed children, but as an alive form. I went and checked the bag, and sure enough, there was a slot in the backpack for every murder weapon he had used. The background music in the battle wasn't the nostalgic 16-bit masterpiece I knew it to be, it was a deep, scared, breathing. Like the person knew they were to be killed, but they couldn't do anything about it.
I remembered this person from the pokedex. He was killed by axe, chopped into bits. Bits of tissue were all that held him together, like an old teddy bear, forgotten, but instead of slowly deteriorating, it all happened in one, terrible act. I wondered what would happen if I used another weapon. I went into the bag and selected "Acid" It sent the person into the red zone of HP, and I tried acid again. It continued missing. I noticed how the person I was up against didn't have an attack, other than "struggle" but instead of inflicting damage on me, it just did a little recoil to him. I tried the axe, and sure enough, it hit and was "Super effective" The picture cut to the dead, eviscerated body. I thought of the boy in the living picture, smiling, not knowing his grim fate.
I went into dry heaves over that. The curb shock of the gore was wearing off, but the psycological terror kept on going. I immediately ran back to the town of "SUFFERING" and walked into the pokemart. The shelves were all knocked over, and the clerk was hanging from the ceiling by a rope. The smooth jazz of the pokemart was still going, forever for no one to hear. I walked around the counter, and it let me into the back. I pressed "A" repeatedly and I got items ranging from escape ropes and repels. Once I had gotten a good 50 repels I left the pokemart. I was not going to battle again.
Wanting to know where to go, I opened up the town map. There was dried blood splattered on it, and the ink was somewhat smeared, but it didn't matter. It was legible. I referred off the map to get to a town named "DEATH" All the town names were morbid. I hopped around the map, and found names that reflected what mental state the man was in. "NO HOPE" and "CAN'T RUN" were the two names that struck me the hardest. I used the repels as I walked into the unknown. I maneuvered the ditches, as I walked slowly towards the town of "DEATH"
As I emerged into the town of "DEATH" a dark smoke enveloped the scenery. The trees were dead, and I went to look for the source of all the smoke. I began walking, and the buildings cleared into a cemetary. You could press "A" on all of the graves, and it would show you something new, a picture of the deceased, a message of love, many things. To lower the stress after viewing all the graphic materials, I stopped by the graves one by one and read the enscriptions. Some read "We miss you, johnny!" Or "Forever loved."
As I went deeper into he graveyard, the graves got more and more deteriorated. The graveyard was the least mentally scarring area the game has had yet. I was taking my time there, giving myself time to recuperate from the scarring moments that had already happened. I wanted to be ready for the next gruesome discovery. I looked back to when I was a child, in the pokemon graveyard in-game, being saddened because I had never looked at that side of life, and pokemon seemed a pristine, happy place where it had never been mentioned before.
As I walked grimly through the graveyard, I hardly noticed that a pokemon gym was drifting into view. I finished looking through the last of the graves, and hesitantly, I drifted inside. The room was pitch black. Maybe I needed to use the FLASH HM. I opened up the bag and scrolled over to the "HMs" part of the bag. oddly, instead of teaching to a pokemon, you got to use it directly. The screen went a pale white, and a circle of dim view became apparent.
The gym had the craggy, rocky view of a cave. I walked straight, not wishing to get into one of those horrid battles again. As I walked forward, a figure appeared out of the dark. Immediately I recognized it. It was the serial killer's ex-girlfriend who had gone missing a month ago. He put all the people he despised in life as the gym leaders. I grimly wondered what the "prize" would be for defeating the gym leader.
I stood there for a second, staring at the pedestal where the missing ex was standing. I walked up, and reluctantly pressed "A" The normal gym-leader close up was replaced with a close-up of the ex's face. Instead of the normal greeting like "Are you ready to battle?" it was replaced with an audible message "Oh god, please don't do this!" The picture of the gym leader flashed back and forth to a picture of a acid-melted body until it halted at the living picture. Having the lone decapitated body was bad enough, but to see her in her full, beautiful, living form was unbearable. I quickly maneuvered down to the "RUN" button, but the game responded with "You can't run!" I wanted direly to shut off the game and be done with it, but I couldn't bring myself to that power switch.
I went on gingerly. I opened up the attack menu, and clicked on "ATTACK" I chose the first option, skinning. What happened next I was not prepared for. Suddenly, the game switched into full-detail video. Not normal pokemon moves, the actual thing happening. I nearly jumped when that happened. It showed the murderer slipping a switch blade down the skin, and ripping it off with his bare hands. I closed my eyes, but the screams of the woman were still audible. You could hear the flesh tearing, and it struck fear into me. I opened one eye partially to see if the move was over. Yes, it was, and the health bar was about halfway depleted. I could hardly bear to press the A button once again, and switched one side over to the "AXE" option. I closed my eyes again but I caught a flash of a skinned, and barely breathing body. The screams did not cease, and were only broken by the WHAP of the axe cutting through flesh "AAGGG-" Her scream was cut off. I peeked, and I saw her decapitated body, spurting blood.
Even though she was dead, her health bar was not fully depleted. I had to use one last move. I pressed "A" on attack and scrolled over to "ACID" As it launched into the realistic video, you could hear the suspect grunting as he pulled over a barrel of acid. He pushed it over, and you could hear melting body parts, a bit like rice crispies in milk. After a couple seconds of that, the camera went for a close-up on the dead body, as the normal gym-leader-beaten jingle played. The mix of nostalgia and disgust caused me to go into dry heaves again.
After I had pressed "A" a couple times through closed eyes, I opened my eyes to see the entire scene in the gym in normal pokemon graphics. I pressed the down button dizzily to get to the exit. I pressed start, and save. I didn't want to have to go through that again. I went outside, and went into the wilderness again and I opened the town map. In the corner was a town named with garbled characters. I made my way there. As I emerged into the town, the name "David" appeared. That was my name, although since it was a common name, it didn't scare me. I went into a building that looked strange, it was weirdly left untouched in the apocalyptic wasteland filled with death and dispair. I went inside, and it was a replica of my house. In the corner, a message appeared "TURN BACK" I took one more step forward, and the game crashed. I GBA on and off, and I was met with the message "The game file is corrupt." and the file disappeared. I clicked on the new game, but instead of professor oak greeting you merrily, at the top of my screen, was the legs of figure wearing the same pants and shoes at me, even the same barf stain running down the legs. There was a kicked over chair in the background. The legs dangling from the top of the screen was rocking back and forth, slowly, as if the wind had blown it. That person was me.
Let me explain a bit before I get into the story. I am a public defender for the los angeles police department seeking an insanity charge brought upon a serial killer. We had no evidence of insanity, so we decided to search the suspect's home. Inside, we found little to no evidence of insanity, so we decided to search his computer and electronics. They were all sent to forensic investigators, although a strange thing happened a week later. I attempted to call the investigators, but to no avail the number I got was either fake, or the line was disconnected. The next day, a small package arrived on my doorstep. I opened it, not knowing what it was, and it was one thing that we had sent them, what we had thought was innocuous, a bootleg GBA pokemon game. It was not one of those normal GBA pokemon games, with the sticker or the colored cartridge, it was the normal gray cartridge with no sticker, just writing in silver sharpie: Pokemon. Inside the cartridge, there was a piece of paper jammed inside. I took it out and unfolded the wrinkly paper. It was messily written, apparently the man who had written it was shaking. It said one thing. "HELP" In all capital letters. I blinked twice, not expecting what I was seeing. I remembered I had an old gameboy advance up in the attic. My first big mistake.
I brought the GBA cartridge up into the attic. I quickly searched around in some of the old boxes, but I couldn't find it. Then, I noticed it was lying there, open, on a dusty table, like someone had left it there for me. I jammed the cartridge in, wanting to see what all the fuss was about. Another big mistake. I switched on the GBA, and the normal GAMEBOY screen popped up momentarily before the game started up. Oddly, there was no intro, like the normal pokemon games. It cut straight to the "PRESS START" menu, showing a picture of a bulbasaur, at the top the normal lettering of "POKEMON LEAF GREEN" was there. All was going relatively normally, but not for long.
I continued, but I was expecting no save file, or at least a corrupted one. This one was in full working order. The game froze momentarily, then it showed me in a glitchy and foggy town, named "SUFFERING" All the sprites of people were edited to look decomposed. I thought, I wonder what the sound was like. I slipped the slider up, and it was painful to hear. It was a garbled mess of 16-bit beeps and screams. Not going down the rollercoaster screams, I'm-about-to-die screams. The type of scream that bounces off your brain, repeating itself to you, burning itself into your memory. I checked the pokemon party. It appeared to be decomposed bodies of children who had recently gone missing. I gagged to myself lightly. It pained me to do so, like I was giving these children unrest in the grave, to check their summary. To see the bodies in higher detail caused me to throw up in my mouth. I spat it out to my side, I didn't care at the moment. The stats were random characters, such as &^@, I wondered if the game would crash as soon as a battle was initiated. I checked the moves. There were none. How could this be possible?
I briefly checked the poke-dex about the pokemon he had in his party. The first in the pokedex was the first in his party. It listed his full name. David Stevens. I went into the information. It listed him as TIMID in nature, and listed the sports he played, when he went into and out of school, when he played sports, almost everything about his personality. It even listed who his friends were.
I exited the info page, creeped out at all the information he had about them, and feeling bad for the boy's family. I scrolled down the pokedex, and noticed all the pokemon were dead bodies, except for a few, which were pictures of the living. Then it hit me. I went to the gender differences page, and surely, there was a picture of them alive, and dead. I went to the pokedex page of those with a living picture, and the picture underneath where it listed "Dead" was just a question mark. Most of the hundred or so people had a dead body as their picture, and instead of a pokeball to symbolize them being caught, they had a knife next to them, to symbolize their death. The dead bodies were mangled, and some of them were more gruesome than the other. Some had been hacked into pieces, others had acid poured on their struggling bodies, and others their skin ripped from their writhing muscles. Some were more decomposed than others, showing all the killings had taken place over a reasonable amount of time. All this new information was flowing into me, and the nausea couldn't be held off for much longer. I threw up, but to my side. Barf dripped onto my pants, but I didn't care. I needed to find this guy's incentive. I needed to find out more about him.
My heart was beating out of my chest. This man was a madman. He had changed one of the most nostalgic games from my childhood into a mental training tool and an organization tool. I went to go see what a battle was like. The tall grass was glitchy against the deep fog, like the game couldn't decide whether to show the fog or the grass. I walked through the grass, and quickly encountered a battle. Instead of sending out a pokemon, the "trainer" came out and stayed out. The "pokemon" was one of the already killed children, but as an alive form. I went and checked the bag, and sure enough, there was a slot in the backpack for every murder weapon he had used. The background music in the battle wasn't the nostalgic 16-bit masterpiece I knew it to be, it was a deep, scared, breathing. Like the person knew they were to be killed, but they couldn't do anything about it.
I remembered this person from the pokedex. He was killed by axe, chopped into bits. Bits of tissue were all that held him together, like an old teddy bear, forgotten, but instead of slowly deteriorating, it all happened in one, terrible act. I wondered what would happen if I used another weapon. I went into the bag and selected "Acid" It sent the person into the red zone of HP, and I tried acid again. It continued missing. I noticed how the person I was up against didn't have an attack, other than "struggle" but instead of inflicting damage on me, it just did a little recoil to him. I tried the axe, and sure enough, it hit and was "Super effective" The picture cut to the dead, eviscerated body. I thought of the boy in the living picture, smiling, not knowing his grim fate.
I went into dry heaves over that. The curb shock of the gore was wearing off, but the psycological terror kept on going. I immediately ran back to the town of "SUFFERING" and walked into the pokemart. The shelves were all knocked over, and the clerk was hanging from the ceiling by a rope. The smooth jazz of the pokemart was still going, forever for no one to hear. I walked around the counter, and it let me into the back. I pressed "A" repeatedly and I got items ranging from escape ropes and repels. Once I had gotten a good 50 repels I left the pokemart. I was not going to battle again.
Wanting to know where to go, I opened up the town map. There was dried blood splattered on it, and the ink was somewhat smeared, but it didn't matter. It was legible. I referred off the map to get to a town named "DEATH" All the town names were morbid. I hopped around the map, and found names that reflected what mental state the man was in. "NO HOPE" and "CAN'T RUN" were the two names that struck me the hardest. I used the repels as I walked into the unknown. I maneuvered the ditches, as I walked slowly towards the town of "DEATH"
As I emerged into the town of "DEATH" a dark smoke enveloped the scenery. The trees were dead, and I went to look for the source of all the smoke. I began walking, and the buildings cleared into a cemetary. You could press "A" on all of the graves, and it would show you something new, a picture of the deceased, a message of love, many things. To lower the stress after viewing all the graphic materials, I stopped by the graves one by one and read the enscriptions. Some read "We miss you, johnny!" Or "Forever loved."
As I went deeper into he graveyard, the graves got more and more deteriorated. The graveyard was the least mentally scarring area the game has had yet. I was taking my time there, giving myself time to recuperate from the scarring moments that had already happened. I wanted to be ready for the next gruesome discovery. I looked back to when I was a child, in the pokemon graveyard in-game, being saddened because I had never looked at that side of life, and pokemon seemed a pristine, happy place where it had never been mentioned before.
As I walked grimly through the graveyard, I hardly noticed that a pokemon gym was drifting into view. I finished looking through the last of the graves, and hesitantly, I drifted inside. The room was pitch black. Maybe I needed to use the FLASH HM. I opened up the bag and scrolled over to the "HMs" part of the bag. oddly, instead of teaching to a pokemon, you got to use it directly. The screen went a pale white, and a circle of dim view became apparent.
The gym had the craggy, rocky view of a cave. I walked straight, not wishing to get into one of those horrid battles again. As I walked forward, a figure appeared out of the dark. Immediately I recognized it. It was the serial killer's ex-girlfriend who had gone missing a month ago. He put all the people he despised in life as the gym leaders. I grimly wondered what the "prize" would be for defeating the gym leader.
I stood there for a second, staring at the pedestal where the missing ex was standing. I walked up, and reluctantly pressed "A" The normal gym-leader close up was replaced with a close-up of the ex's face. Instead of the normal greeting like "Are you ready to battle?" it was replaced with an audible message "Oh god, please don't do this!" The picture of the gym leader flashed back and forth to a picture of a acid-melted body until it halted at the living picture. Having the lone decapitated body was bad enough, but to see her in her full, beautiful, living form was unbearable. I quickly maneuvered down to the "RUN" button, but the game responded with "You can't run!" I wanted direly to shut off the game and be done with it, but I couldn't bring myself to that power switch.
I went on gingerly. I opened up the attack menu, and clicked on "ATTACK" I chose the first option, skinning. What happened next I was not prepared for. Suddenly, the game switched into full-detail video. Not normal pokemon moves, the actual thing happening. I nearly jumped when that happened. It showed the murderer slipping a switch blade down the skin, and ripping it off with his bare hands. I closed my eyes, but the screams of the woman were still audible. You could hear the flesh tearing, and it struck fear into me. I opened one eye partially to see if the move was over. Yes, it was, and the health bar was about halfway depleted. I could hardly bear to press the A button once again, and switched one side over to the "AXE" option. I closed my eyes again but I caught a flash of a skinned, and barely breathing body. The screams did not cease, and were only broken by the WHAP of the axe cutting through flesh "AAGGG-" Her scream was cut off. I peeked, and I saw her decapitated body, spurting blood.
Even though she was dead, her health bar was not fully depleted. I had to use one last move. I pressed "A" on attack and scrolled over to "ACID" As it launched into the realistic video, you could hear the suspect grunting as he pulled over a barrel of acid. He pushed it over, and you could hear melting body parts, a bit like rice crispies in milk. After a couple seconds of that, the camera went for a close-up on the dead body, as the normal gym-leader-beaten jingle played. The mix of nostalgia and disgust caused me to go into dry heaves again.
After I had pressed "A" a couple times through closed eyes, I opened my eyes to see the entire scene in the gym in normal pokemon graphics. I pressed the down button dizzily to get to the exit. I pressed start, and save. I didn't want to have to go through that again. I went outside, and went into the wilderness again and I opened the town map. In the corner was a town named with garbled characters. I made my way there. As I emerged into the town, the name "David" appeared. That was my name, although since it was a common name, it didn't scare me. I went into a building that looked strange, it was weirdly left untouched in the apocalyptic wasteland filled with death and dispair. I went inside, and it was a replica of my house. In the corner, a message appeared "TURN BACK" I took one more step forward, and the game crashed. I GBA on and off, and I was met with the message "The game file is corrupt." and the file disappeared. I clicked on the new game, but instead of professor oak greeting you merrily, at the top of my screen, was the legs of figure wearing the same pants and shoes at me, even the same barf stain running down the legs. There was a kicked over chair in the background. The legs dangling from the top of the screen was rocking back and forth, slowly, as if the wind had blown it. That person was me.
