Pokemon Creepypasta Death Stadium: Difference between revisions

 

Onix was sill apart on the ground and Blaze was still smirking, amused by its demise. I was beginning to get into the all out fear stage instead of just freaked out. I tried returning Blaze to his Pokeball but the game wouldn't let me. Brock didn't do anything. The game quieted. I could hear cries of pain and suffering coming from the Gym Leader. "What. Have. You. Done?" The announcer spoke through the cries and silence in a raspy voice. "Keep that murderous BEAST away from us ya hear? AWAY !" I shuddered. Blaze smiled at me. His fangs gleaming. "This didn't happen." I kept telling myself it was all a dream. I dropped the controller. Too shocked to stay in the area for much longer, I fled my bedroom I couldn't face that any longer. The announcer's voice and pain flooded my head. "Blaze. Why? You were my friend. Why would you do such horrible things?" I said to myself. I locked myself in a closet to think and get away from all that. I never played that copy of Pokémon Stadium ever again. It wasn't until 5 years later that my baby brother got into my stuff and deleted the file with Blaze and all my other Pokémon on it. But Blaze's spirit still haunts my very soul even today. The copy of that possesed game lies buried somewhere in Phlugerville T.X. If you ever find it, DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT PLAY IT!

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