Pokémon Blood Edition: Difference between revisions

Ever had a favorite game?

 

But I think I can wait it out, I mean he would want me to give him some time to play.

 

 

So I continue about my day.

 

The cartridge was lying face down.

 

I stopped for moment, then realized that playing this Pokemon game was probably the last thing Steve did before he went missing.

 

When I looked over at the desk, it looked like the game boy was on.

 

I picked it up, and it immediately shut itself off. The screen went white and nothing happened. I sat there for a moment, just examining the whole system before a loud screech came from the game, so loud that I let out a scream. After taking a moment to compose myself, I watched the screen flicker from black to white.

But the strangest thing about this file was the trainer's name. It wasn't "Ash" or "Red" or even "Steve".

 

 

Hesitantly I tapped A and selected the file.

 

His sprite said before walking off the cliff, the game then flickered as if reacting to something hitting the ground.

 

Then a high pitched screeching noise played, did I just watch a person commit suicide? I thought. I swallowed my fear and headed back to the entrance of the cave.

 

The screen flickered once more, and I could have sworn that I saw a skull flash across the screen.

 

When the game returned to, normal, there was a sprite standing directly in front of mine, it was a shadow.

 

This little Pokemon, was the only thing standing between me, and pure terror.

 

"Finally a battle of Masters!"

 

As the trainer spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine.

 

It too was a Pikachu, though his looked grotesque, the tail had bite marks, it's body looked to be rotting away.

 

It's eyes were lifeless, and white, it was staring at me, not just me in the game, but it was staring at me as I was focused on the screen.

 

The screen flickered, then I saw my Pikachu, though it looked to be badly beaten, and it only had one HP left.

 

His Pikachu however, was holding an evil, warped pokeball.

 

Mine was swallowed up completely, as the ball rocked back and fourth, shrieks of pain and fear resonated through my speakers.

 

"You are not a Pokemon Master. . ."

 

The shadow said, then the game turned off.

 

Well the years have passed, and I haven't really told anyone about this game, well except for my psychiatrist.

 

And then he walked back to his room with a smile.

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